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‘Emigrant；' said the functionary； ‘I am going to send you on to Paris； under an escort。'
‘Citizen； I desire nothing more than to get to Paris； though I could dispense with the escort。'
‘Silence！' growled a red…cap； striking at the coverlet with the butt…end of his musket。 ‘Peace； aristocrat！'
‘It is as the good patriot says；' observed the timid functionary。 ‘You are an aristocrat； and must have an escort…and must pay for it。'
‘I have no choice；' said Charles Darnay。
‘Choice； Listen to him！' cried the same scowling red…cap。 ‘As if it was not a favour to be protected from the lamp…iron！'
‘It is always as the good patriot says；' observed the functionary。 ‘Rise and dress yourself； emigrant。'
Darnay plied； and was taken back to the guard…house； where other patriots in rough red caps were smoking； drinking； and sleeping； by a watch…fire。 Here he paid a heavy price for his escort； and hence he started with it on the wet； wet roads at three o'clock in the morning。
The escort were two mounted patriots in red caps and tricoloured cockades； armed with national muskets and sabres； who rode one on either side of him。 The escorted governed his own horse； but a loose line was attached to his bridle； the end of which one of the patriots kept girded round his wrist。 In this state they set forth with the sharp rain driving in their faces： clattering at a heavy dragoon trot over the uneven town pavement； and out upon the mire…deep roads。 In this state they traversed without change； except of horses and pace； all the mire…deep leagues that lay between them and the capital。
They travelled in the night； halting an hour or two after daybreak； and lying by until the twilight fell。 The escort were so wretchedly clothed； that they twisted straw round their bare legs； and thatched their ragged shoulders to keep the wet off Apart from the personal disfort of being so attended； and apart from such considerations of present danger as arose from one of the patriots being chronically drunk； and carrying his musket very recklessly； Charles Darnay did not allow the restraint that was laid upon him to awaken any serious fears in his breast； for； he reasoned with himself that it could have no reference to the merits of an individual case that was not yet stated； and of representations； confirmable by the prisoner in the Abbaye； that were not yet made。
But when they canto to the town of Beauvais……which they did at eventide； when the streets were filled with people……he could not ‘conceal from himself that the aspect of affairs was very alarming。 An ominous crowd gathered to see him dismount at the posting…yard； and many voices called out loudly； ‘Down with the emigrant！'
He stopped in the act of swinging himself out of his saddled and； resuming it as his safest place； said：
‘Emigrant； my friends！ Do you not see me here； in France； of my own will？'
‘You are a cursed emigrant；' cried a farrier； making at him In a furious manner through the press； hammer in hand； ‘and you are a cursed aristocrat！'
The postmaster interposed himself between this man and the rider's bridle （at which he was evidently making）； and soothingly said； ‘Let him be； let him be！ He will be judged at Paris。'
‘Judged！' repeated the farrier； swinging his hammer。 ‘Ay！ and condemned as a traitor。' At this the crowd roared approval。
Checking the postmaster； who was for turning his horse's head to the yard （the drunken patriot sat posedly in his saddle looking on； with the line round his wrist）； Darnay said； as soon as he could make his voice heard：
‘Friends； you deceive yourselves； or you are deceived。 I am not a traitor。'
‘He lies！' cried the smith。 ‘He is a traitor since the decree。 His life is forfeit to the people。 His cursed life is not his own！'
At the instant when Darnay saw a rush in the eyes of the crowd； which another instant would have brought upon him； the postmaster turned his horse into the yard； the escort rode in close upon his horse's flanks； and the postmaster shut and barred the crazy double gates。 The farrier struck a blow upon them with his hammer； and the crowd groaned； but； no more was done。
‘What is this decree that the smith spoke of？' Darnay asked the postmaster； when he had thanked him； and stood beside him in the yard。
‘Truly； a decree for selling the property of emigrants。'
‘When passed？'
‘On the fourteenth。'
‘The day I left England！'
‘Everybody says it is but one of several； and that there will be others……if there are not already……banishing all emigrants； and condemning all to death who return。 That is what he meant when he said your life was not your own。'
‘But there are no such decrees yet？'
‘What do I know！' said the postmaster； shrugging his shoulders； ‘there may be； or there will be。 It is all the same。 What would you have？'
They rested on some straw in a loft until the middle of the night； and then rode forward again when all the town was asleep。 Among the many wild changes observable on familiar things which made this wild ride unreal； not the least was the seeming rarity of sleep。 After long and lonely spurring over dreary roads； they would e to a cluster of poor cottages； not steeped in darkness； but all glittering with lights； and would find the people； in a ghostly manner in the dead of the night； circling hand in hand round a shrivelled tree of Liberty； or all drawn up together singing a Liberty song。 Happily； however； there was sleep in Beauvais that night to help them out of it； and they passed on once more into solitude and loneliness： jingling through the untimely cold and wet； among impoverished fields that had yielded no fruits of the earth that year； diversified by the blackened remains of burnt houses； and by the sudden emergence from ambuscade； and sharp reining up across their way； of patriot patrols on the watch on all the roads。
Daylight at last found them before the wall of Paris。 The barrier was closed and strongly guarded when they rode up to it。
‘Where are the papers of this prisoner？' demanded a resolute…looking man in authority； who was summoned out by the guard。
Naturally struck by the disagreeable word； Charles Darnay requested the speaker to take notice that he was a free traveller and French citizen； in char