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双城记

1TheroadtoParis¡ª1775

Itwasthebestoftimes,itwastheworstoftimes.Itwastheseasonoflight,itwastheseasonofdarkness.Itwasthespringofhope,itwasthewinterofsadness.Itwastheyearonethousandsevenhundredandseventy£five.

InFrancetherewasaKingandaQueen,andinEnglandtherewasaKingandaQueen.Theybelievedthatnothingwouldeverchange.ButinFrancethingswerebad,andgettingworse.Thepeoplewerepoor,hungryandunhappy.TheKingmadepapermoneyandspentit,andthepeoplehadnothingtoeat.Behindcloseddoorsinthehomesofthepeople,voicesspokeinwhispersagainsttheKingandhisnoblemen£»theywereonlywhispers,buttheyweretheangrywhispersofdesperatepeople.

LateoneNovembernight,inthatsameyear1775,acoachgoingfromLondontoDover,stoppedatthetopofalonghill.Thehorsesweretired,butastheyrested,thedriverheardanotherhorsecomingfastupthehillbehindthem.Theriderstoppedhishorsebesidethecoachandshouted£º

'Iwantapassenger,MrJarvisLorry,fromTellson'sBankinLondon.'

'IamMrJarvisLorry,'saidoneofthepassengers,puttinghisheadoutofthewindow.'Whatdoyouwant?

'

'It'sme£¡Jerry,JerryCruncher,fromTellson'sBank,sir,'criedthemanonthehorse.

'What'sthematter,Jerry?

'calledMrLorry.

Amessageforyou,MrLorry.You'vegottowaitatDoverforayounglady.'

'Verywell,Jerry,'saidMrLorry.'TellthemmyanswerisCAMEBACKTOLIFE'.

Itwasastrangemessage,andastrangeranswer.Nooneinthecoachunderstoodwhattheymeant.

ThenextdayMrLorrywassittinginhishotelinDoverwhenayoungladyarrived.Shewaspretty,withgoldenhairandblueeyes,andMrLorryrememberedasmallchild,almostababy.HehadcarriedherinhisarmswhenhecamefromCalaistoDover,fromFrancetoEngland,manyyearsago.MrLorryaskedtheyoungladytositdown.

'MissManette,'hesaid.'Ihaveastrangestorytotellyou,aboutoneofthecustomersofTellson'sBank.That'swhereIwork.'

'Yes,butIdon'tquiteunderstand,MrLorry,'saidtheyounglady.'IreceivedamessagefromTellson'sBank,askingmetocomeheretomeetyou.Iunderstoodtherewassomenewsaboutmypoorfather'smoney.Hediedsolongago¡ªbeforeIwasborn.Whatisthisstoryyouwanttotellme?

'

'Abouttwentyyearsago,MissManette,aFrenchdoctormarriedanEnglishlady.Theyhadadaughter,butjustbeforeshewasborn,herfatherdisappeared.Nobodyknewwhathadhappenedtohim.Notlongafterwardshisunhappywifedied,andtheirdaughterwasbroughtbacktoEngland.'

'Butthisislikemyfather'sstory,MrLorry.Andwasn'tityouwhobroughtmebacktoEngland?

'

'Yes,that'strue,MissManette.ManyyearsagoIbroughtyoufromFrancetoEngland,andTellson'sBankhastakencareofyousincethen.Youweretoldthatyourfatherhaddied.Butthink,MissManette.Perhapsyourfatherwasn'tdead.Perhapshewasinprison.Notbecausehehaddonesomethingwrong£¡Butjustbecausehehadapowerfulenemy¡ªanenemywiththepowertosendhimtoprisonandtokeephimthere,hiddenandforgotten,foreighteenyears£¡'

'Canitbetrue?

Isitpossiblethatmyfatherisstillalive?

'LucieManettestaredatMrLorry.Herfacewaswhiteandherhandstrembled.'Itwillbehisghost¡ªnothim£¡'

'No,MissManette,'saidMrLorrygently.'Heisalive,buthehaschangedverymuch.Evenhisnamehadbeenforgotten£¡Andwemustasknoquestionsaboutthepast,noquestionsatall.Itwouldbetoodangerous.HehasbeentakentothehouseofanoldservantinParis,andwearegoingtheretobringhimbacktolife.'

2Awine£shopinParis

InthepartofPariscalledSaintAntoineeveryonewaspoor.Thestreetswerenarrowanddirty,thefood£shopswerealmostempty.Thefacesofthechildrenlookedoldalready,becausetheyweresohungry.Inthewine£shopofMonsieurDefargetherewerenotmanycustomersandDefargewasoutside,talkingtoamaninthestreet.Hiswife,MadameDefarge,satinsidetheshop,knittingandwatching.Defargecameinandhiswifelookedathim,thenturnedhereyestolookattwonewcustomers,amanofaboutsixtyandayounglady.Defargewentovertospeaktothem,suddenlykissedtheyounglady'shand,andledthemoutofthebackoftheshop.Theyfollowedhimupstairs,manystairs,untiltheyreachedthetop.Defargetookakeyoutofhispocket.

'Whyisthedoorlocked?

'askedMrLorryinsurprise.'Heisafreemannow.'

'Becausehehaslivedtoolongbehindalockeddoor,'repliedDefargeangrily.'Heisafraidifthedoorisnotlocked£¡Thatisoneofthethingstheyhavedonetohim.'

'I'mafraid,too,'whisperedMissManette.HerblueeyeslookedworriedlyatMrLorry.'Iamafraidofhim¡ªofmyfather.'

Defargemadealotofnoiseasheopenedthedoor.MrLorryandLuciewentintotheroombehindhim.Athin,white£hairedmanwassittingonawoodenseat.Hewasverybusy,makingshoes.

'Goodday,'saidDefarge.'Youarestillworkinghard,Isee.'

Afterawhiletheyheardawhisper.'Yes,Iamstillworking.'

'Come,'saidDefarge.'Youhaveavisitor.Tellhimyourname.'

'Myname?

'camethewhisper.'OneHundredandFive,NorthTower.'

MrLorrymovedclosertotheoldman.'DrManette,don'tyourememberme,JarvisLorry?

'heaskedgently.

TheoldprisonerlookedupatMrLorry,buttherewasnosurprise,nounderstandinginhistiredface,andhewentbacktoworkmakingshoes.

SlowlyLuciecameneartotheoldman.Afterawhilehenoticedher.

'Whoareyou?

'heasked.

Lucieputherarmsaroundtheoldmanandheldhim,tearsofhappinessandsadnessrunningdownherface.Fromalittlebagtheoldmantooksomegoldenhair.Helookedatit,andthenhelookedatLucie'shair.'Itisthesame.Howcanitbe?

'HestaredintoLucie'sface.'No,no,youaretooyoung,tooyoung.'

ThroughhertearsLucietriedtoexplainthatshewasthedaughterhehadneverseen.Theoldmanstilldidnotunderstand,butheseemedtolikethesoundofLucie'svoiceandthetouchofherwarmyounghandonhis.

ThenLuciesaidtoMrLorry,'IthinkweshouldleaveParisatonce.Canyouarrangeit?

'

'Yes,ofcourse,'saidMrLorry.'Butdoyouthinkheisabletotravel?

'

'Hewillbebetterfarawayfromthiscitywherehehaslostsomuchofhislife,'saidLucie.

'Youareright,'saidDefarge.'AndtherearemanyotherreasonswhyDrManetteshouldleaveFrancenow.'

WhileMrLorryandDefargewenttoarrangeforacoachtotakethemoutofParis,Luciesatwithherfather.Exhaustedbythemeeting,hefellasleeponthefloor,andhisdaughterwatchedhimquietlyandpatientlyuntilitwastimetogo.

WhenMrLorryreturned,heandDefargebroughtfoodandclothesforDrManette.TheDoctordideverythingtheytoldhimtodo£»hehadbeenusedtoobeyingordersforsomanyyears.Ashecamedownthestairs,MrLorryheardhimsayagainandagain,'OneHundredandFive,NorthTower.'

Whentheywenttothecoach,onlyonepersonsawthemgo£ºMadameDefarge.Shestoodinthedoorway,andknittedandwatched,seeingeverything¡andseeingnothing.

3AtrialinLondon¡ª1780

Tellson'sBankintheCityofLondonwasanold,dark,anduglybuilding.Itsmeltofdustandoldpapers,andthepeoplewhoworkedthereallseemedoldanddusty,too.OutsidethebuildingsatJerryCruncher,whocarriedmessagesforpeopleinthebank.

OnemorninginMarch1780,JerryhadtogototheOldBaileytocollectanimportantmessagefromMrLorry.TrialsattheOldBaileywereusuallyforverydangerouscriminals,andtheprisonerthatmorningwasayoungmanofabouttwenty¡ªfive,welldressedandquitecalm.

'What'shedone?

'Jerryaskedthedoormanquietly.

'He'saspy£¡AFrenchspy£¡'thedoormantoldhim.'HetravelsfromEnglandtoFranceandtellstheFrenchKingsecretinformationaboutourEnglisharmy.'

'What'llhappenifhe'sguilty?

'askedJerry.

'oh,he'llhavetodie,noquestionofthat,'repliedthedoormanenthusiastically.'They'llhanghim.'

'What'shisname?

'

'Darnay,CharlesDarnay.NotanEnglishname,isit?

'

WhileJerrywaited,helookedaroundatthecrowdinsidetheOldBaileyandnoticedayoungladyofabouttwentyyears,andherfather,agentlemanwithverywhitehair.Theyoungladyseemedverysadwhenshelookedattheprisoner,andheldherselfclosetoherfather.

Thenthetrialbegan,andthefirstpersonwhospokeagainstCharlesDarnaywascalledJohnBarsad.

Hewasanhonestman,hesaid,andproudtobeanEnglishman.Yes,hewas,orhadbeen,afriendoftheprisoner's.Andintheprisoner'spocketshehadseenimportantplansandlistsabouttheEnglisharmies.No,ofcoursehehadnotputtheliststherehimself.Andno,hewasnotaspyhimself,hewasnotsomeonepaidtomaketrapsforinnocentpeople.

Nexttheyoungladyspoke.ShesaidthatshehadmettheprisonerontheboatwhichhadcarriedherandherfatherfromFrancetoEngland.'Hewasverygoodandkindtomyfatherandtome,'shesaid.

'Washetravellingaloneontheship?

'

'No,hewaswithtwoFrenchgentlemen.'

'Now,MissManette,didyouseehimshowthemanypapers,oranythingthatlookedlikealist?

'

'No,Ididn'tseeanythinglikethat.'

Questions,questions,questions£¡Thetrialwenton,andfinally,asmall,red£hairedmanspoke.HetoldthejudgethathehadseenMrDarnayatahotelinatownwherethereweremanysoldiersandships.Thenoneofthelawyers,amancalledSydneyCarton,wrotesomewordsonapieceofpaper,andgaveittoMrStryver,thelawyerwhowasspeakingforMrDarnay.

'Areyouquitesurethattheprisoneristhemanyousaw?

'MrStryveraskedthered£hairedman.

'Quitesure,'saidtheman.

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