dmiring love and pitying tenderness； yet so courageous for his sake； that it called the healthy blood into his face； brightened his glance； and animated his heart。 If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look； on Sydney Carton； it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly。
Before that unjust Tribunal； there was little or no order of procedure； ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing。 There could have been no such Revolution； if all laws； forms； and ceremonies； had not first been so monstrously abused； that the suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to the winds。
Every eye was turned to the jury。 The same determined patriots and good republicans as yesterday and the day before； and to…morrow and the day after。 Eager and prominent among them； one man with a craving face； and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips； whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators。 A life…thirsting； cannibal looking； bloody…minded juryman； the Jacques Three of St。 Antoine。 The whole jury； as a jury of dogs empannelled to try the deer。
Every eye then turned to the five judges and the public prosecutor。 No favourable leaning in that quarter to…day。 A fell； uncompromising； murderous business…meaning there。 Every eye then sought some other eye in the crowd； and gleamed at it approvingly； and heads nodded at one another； before bending forward with a strained attention。
Charles Evrémonde； called Darnay。 Released yesterday。 Re…accused and retaken yesterday。 Indictment delivered to him last night。 Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic； Aristocrat； one of a family of tyrants； one of a race proscribed； for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people。 Charles Evrémonde； called Darnay； in right of such proscription； absolutely Dead in Law。
To this effect； in as few or fewer words； the Public Prosecutor。
The President asked； was the Accused openly denounced or secretly？
‘Openly； President。'
‘By whom？'
‘Three voices。 Ernest Defarge； wine…vendor of St。 Antoine。'
‘Good。'
‘Thérèse Defarge； his wife。'
‘Good。'
‘Alexandre Manette； physician。'
A great uproar took place in the court； and in the midst of it； Doctor Manette was seen； pale and trembling； standing where he had been seated。
‘President； I indignantly protest to you that this is a forgery and a fraud。 You know the accused to be the husband of my daughter。 My daughter； and those dear to her； are far dearer to me than my life。 Who and where is the false conspirator who says that I denounce the husband of my child！
‘Citizen Manette； be tranquil。 To fail in submission to the authority of the Tribunal would be to put yourself out of Law。 As to what is dearer to you than life； nothing can be so dear to a good citizen as the Republic。'
Loud acclamations hailed this rebuke。 The President rang his bell； and with warmth resumed。
‘If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child herself you would have no duty but to sacrifice her Listen to what is to follow。 In the meanwhile； be silent！'
Frantic acclamations were again raised。 Doctor Manette sat down； with his eyes looking around； and his lips trembling； his daughter drew closer to him。 The craving man on the jury rubbed his hands together； and restored the usual hand to his mouth。
Defarge was produced； when the court was quiet enough to admit of his being heard； and rapidly expounded the story of the imprisonment； and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor's service； and of the release； and of the state of the prisoner when released and delivered to him。 This short examination followed； for the court was quick with its work。
‘You did good service at the taking of the Bastille； citizen？'
‘I believe so。'
Here； an excited woman screeched from the crowd： ‘You were one of the best patriots there。 Why not say so？ You were a cannonier that day there； and you were among the first to enter the accursed fortress when it fell。 Patriots； I speak the truth！'
It was The Vengeance who； amidst the warm commendations of the audience； thus assisted the proceedings。 The President rang his bell； but； The Vengeance； warming with encouragement； shrieked； ‘I defy that bell！' wherein she was likewise much commended。
‘Inform the Tribunal of what you did that day within the Bastille； citizen。'
‘I knew；' said Defarge； looking down at his wife； who stood at the bottom of the steps on which he was raised； looking steadily up at him； ‘I knew that this prisoner； of whom I speak； had been confined in a cell known as One Hundred and Five； North Tower。 I knew it from himself。 He knew himself by no other name than One Hundred and Five； North Tower； when he made shoes under my care。 As I serve my gun that day； I resolve； when the place shall fall； to examine that cell。 It falls。 I mount to the cell； with a fellow…citizen who is one of the Jury； directed by a gaoler。 I examine it； very closely。 In a hole in the chimney； where a stone has been worked out and replaced； I find a written paper。 This is that written paper。 I have made it my business to examine some specimens of the writing of Doctor Manette。 This is the writing of Doctor Manette。 I confide this paper； in the writing of Doctor Manette； to the hands of the President。
‘Let it be read。'
In a dead silence and stillnessthe prisoner under trial looking lovingly at his wife； his wife only looking from him to look with solicitude at her father； Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on the reader； Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner； Defarge never taking his from his feasting wile； and all the other eyes there intent upon the Doctor； who saw none of themthe paper was read； as follows。
CHAPTER X
The Substance of the Shadow
‘I； ALEXANDRE MANETTE； unfortunate physician； native of Beauvais； and afterwards resident in Paris； write this melancholy paper in my doleful cell in the Bastille； during the last month of the year 1767。 I write it at stolen intervals； under every difficulty。 I design to secrete it in the wall of the chimney； where I have slowly and laboriously made a place of concealment for it。 Some pitying hand may find it there； when I and my sorrows are dust。
‘These words are formed by the rusty iron point with which I write with difficulty in scrapings of soot and charcoal from the chimney； mixed with blood； in the last month of the tenth year of my captivity。 Hope has quite departed from my breast。 I know from terrible warnings I have noted in myself that my reason will not long remain unimpaired； but I solemnly declare that I am at this time in the possession of my right mindthat my memory is exact and circumstantialand that I write the truth as I shall answer for these my last recorded words； whether they be ever read by men or not； at the Eternal Judgment…seat。
‘One cloudy moonlight night； in the third week of December （I think the twenty…second of the month） in the year 1757； I was walking on a retired part of the quay by the Seine for the refreshment of the frosty air； at an hour's distance from my place of residence in the Street of the School of Medicine； when a carriage came along behind me； driven very fast。 As I stood aside to let that carriage pass； apprehensive that it might otherwise run me down； a head was put out at the window； and a voice called to the driver to stop。
‘The carriage stopped as soon as the driver could rein in his horses； and the same voice called to me by my name。 I answered。 The carriage was then so far in advance of me that two gentlemen had time to open the door and alight before I came up with it。 I observed that they were both wrapped in cloaks and appeared to conceal themselves。 As they stood carriage door； I also observed that they both looked of about my own age； or rather younger； and that they were greatly alike； in stature； manner； voice； and （as far as I could see） face too。
‘〃You are Doctor Manette？〃 said one。
‘〃I am。〃
‘〃Doctor Manette； formerly of Beauvais；〃 said the other； 〃the young physician； originally an expert surgeon； who within the last year or two has made a rising reputation in Paris？〃
‘〃Gentlemen；〃 I returned； 〃I am that Doctor Manette of whom you speak so graciously。〃
‘〃we have been to your residence；〃 said the first； 〃and not being so fortunate as to find you there； and being informed that you were probably walking in this direction； we followed； in the hope of overtaking you。 Will you please to enter the carriage？〃
‘The manner of both was imperious； and they both moved； as these words were spoken； so as to place me between themselves and the carriage door。 They were armed。 I was not。
‘〃Gentlemen；〃 said I； 〃pardon me； but I usually inquire who does me the honour to seek my assistance； and what is the nature of the case to which I am summoned。〃
‘The reply to this was made by him who had spoken second。 〃Doctor； your clients are people of condition。 As to the nature of the case； our confidence in your skill assures us that you will ascertain it for yourself better than we can describe it。 Enough。 Will you please to enter the carriage？〃
‘I could do nothing but comply； and I entered it in silence。 They both entered after methe last springing in； after putting up the steps。 The carriage turned about； and drove on as its former speed。
‘I repeat this conversation exactly as it occurred。 I have no doubt that it is； work for word； the same。 I describe everything exactly as it took place； constraining my mind not to wander from the task。 Where I make the broken marks that follow here； I leave off for the time； and put my paper in its hiding…place。 * * * *
‘The carriage left the streets behind； passed the North Barrier； and emerged upon the country road。 At two…thirds of a league from the BarrierI did not estimate the distance at that time； but afterwards when I traversed itit struck out of the main avenue； and presently stopped at a solitary house。 We all three alighted； and walked； by a damp soft footpath in a garden where a neglected fountain had overflowed； to the door of the house。 It was not opened immediately； in answer to the ringing of the bell； and one of my two conductors struck the man who opened it； w