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quite abandoned them。 But； now I believe that the mark of the red cross is fatal to them； and that they have no part in His mercies。 And them and their descendants； to the last of their race； I； Alexandre Manette； unhappy prisoner； do this last night of the year 1767； in my unbearable agony； denounce to the times when all these things shall be answered for。 I denounce them to Heaven and to earth。'
A terrible sound arose when the reading of this document was done。 A sound of craving and eagerness that had nothing articulate in it but blood。 The narrative called up the most revengeful passions of the time； and there was not a head in the nation but must have dropped before it。
Little need； in presence of that tribunal and that auditory； to show how the Defarges had not made the paper public； with the other captured Bastille memorials borne in procession； and had kept it； biding their time。 Little need to show that this detested family name had long been anathematised by Saint Antoine； and was wrought into the fatal register。 The man never trod ground whose virtues and Services would have sustained him in that place that day； against such denunciation。
And all the worse for the doomed man； that the denouncer was a well…known citizen； his own attached friend； the father of his wife。 One of the frenzied aspirations of the populace was； for imitations of the questionable public virtues of antiquity； and for sacrifices and self…immolations on the people's altar。 Therefore when the President said （else had his own head quivered on his shoulders）； that the good physician of the Republic would deserve better still of the Republic by rooting out an obnoxious family of Aristocrats； and would doubtless feel a sacred glow and joy in making his daughter a widow and her child an orphan； there was wild excitement； patriotic fervour； not a touch of human sympathy。
‘Much influence around him； has that Doctor？' murmured Madame Defarge； smiling to The Vengeance。 ‘Save him now； my Doctor； save him！'
At every juryman's vote； there was a roar。 Another and another。 Roar and roar。
Unanimously voted。 At heart and by descent an Aristocrat； an enemy of the Republic； a notorious oppressor of the People。 Back to the Conciergerie； and Death within four…and…twenty hours！
CHAPTER XI
Dusk
THE wretched wife of the innocent man thus doomed to die； under the sentence； as if she had been mortally stricken。 But； she uttered no sound； and so strong was the voice within her； representing that it was she of all the world who must uphold him in his misery and not augment it； that it quickly raised her； even from that shock。
The judges having to take part in a public demonstration out of doors； the tribunal adjourned。 The quick noise and movement of the court's emptying itself by many passages had not ceased； when Lucie stood stretching out her arms towards her husband； with nothing in her face but love and consolation。
‘If I might touch him！ If I might embrace him once！ O； good citizens； if you would have so much passion for us！'
There was but a gaoler left； along with two of the four men who had taken him last night； and Barsad。 The people had all poured out to the show in the streets。 Barsad proposed to the rest； ‘Let her embrace him then； it is but a moment。' It was silently acquiesced in； and they passed her over the seats in the hall to a raised place； where he； by leaning over the dock； could fold her in his arms。
‘Farewell； dear darling of my soul。 My parting blessing on my love。 We shall meet again； where the weary are at rest！'
They were her husband's words； as he held her to his bosom。
‘I can bear it； dear Charles。 I am supported from above： don't suffer for me。 A parting blessing for our child。'
‘I send it to her by you。 I kiss her by you。 I say farewell to her by you。'
‘My husband。 No！ A moment！' He was tearing himself apart from her。 ‘We shall not be separated long。 I feel that this will break my heart by…and…by； but I will do my duty while I can； and when I leave her； God will raise up friends for her； as He did for me。'
Her father had followed her； and would have fallen on his knees to both of them； but that Darnay put out a hand and seized him； crying：
‘No； no！ What have you done； what have you done； that you should kneel to us！ We know now； what a struggle you made of old。 We know now； what you underwent when you suspected my descent； and when you knew it。 We know now； the natural antipathy you strove against； and conquered； for her dear sake。 We thank you with all our hearts； and all our love and duty。 Heaven be with you！'
Her father's only answer was to draw his hands through his white hair； and wring them with a shriek of anguish。
‘It could not be otherwise；' said the prisoner。 ‘All things have worked together as they have fallen out。 It was the always…vain endeavour to discharge my poor mother's trust that first brought my fatal presence near you。 Good could never e of such evil； a happier end was not in nature to so unhappy a beginning。 Be forted； and forgive me。 Heaven bless you！'
As he was drawn away； his wife released him； and stood looking after him with her hands touching one another in the attitude of prayer； and with a radiant look upon her face； in which there was even a forting smile。 As he went out at the prisoners' door； she turned； laid her head lovingly on her father's breast； tried to speak to him； and fell at his feet。
Then； issuing from the obscure corner from which he had never moved； Sydney Carton came and took her up。 Only her father and Mr。 Lorry were with her。 His arm trembled as it raised her； and supported her head。 Yet； there was an air about him that was not all of pity……that had a flush of pride in it。
‘Shall I take her to a coach？ I shall never feel her weight。'
He carried her lightly to the door； and laid her tenderly down in a coach。 Her father and their old friend got into it； and he took his seat beside the driver。
When they arrived at the gateway where he had paused in the dark not many hours before； to picture to himself on which of the rough stones of the street her feet had trodden； he lifted her again； and carried her up the staircase to their rooms。 There； he laid her down on a couch； where her child and Miss Pross wept over her。
‘Don't recall her to herself；' he said； softly； to the latter； ‘she is better so。 Don't revive her to consciousness； while she only faints。'
‘Oh； Carton； Carton； dear Carton！' cried little Lucie； springing up and throwing her arms passionately round him； in a burst of grief。 ‘Now that you have e； I think you will do something to help mamma； something to save papa！ O； look at her； dear Carton！ Can you； of all the people who love her； bear to see her so？'
He bent over the child； and laid her blooming cheek against his face。 He put her gently from him； and looked at her unconscious mother。
‘Before I go；' he said； and paused……'I may kiss her？'
It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips； he murmured some words。 The child； who was nearest to him； told them afterwards； and told her grandchildren when she was a handsome old lady； that she heard him say； ‘A life you love。'
When he had gone out into the next room； he turned suddenly on Mr。 Lorry and her father； who were following； and said to the latter：
‘You had great influence but yesterday； Doctor Manette； let it at least be tried。 These judges； and all the men in power； ire very friendly to you； and very recognisant of your services； are they not？'
‘Nothing connected with Charles was concealed from me。 I had the strongest assurances that I should save him； and I did。' He returned the answer in great trouble； and very slowly。
‘Try them again。 The hours between this and to…morrow afternoon are few and short； but try。'
‘I intend to try。 I will not rest a moment。'
‘That's well。 I have known such energy as yours do great things before now……though never；' he added； with a smile and a sigh together； ‘such great things as this。 But try！ Of little worth as life is when we misuse it； it is worth that effort。 It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not。'
‘I will go；' said Doctor Manette； ‘to the Prosecutor and the President straight； and I will go to others whom it is bette