a tale of two cities(双城记)-第61部分

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py　souls　in　prison　and　the　shadow　of　deathwere　almost　the　only　outspoken　reliefs　of　her　heavy　mind。　
　She　did　not　greatly　alter　in　appearance。　The　plain　dark　dresses；　akin　to　mourning　dresses；　which　she　and　her　child　wore；　were　as　neat　and　as　well　attended　to　as　the　brighter　clothes　of　happy　days。　She　lost　her　colour；　and　the　old　and　intent　expression　was　a　constant；　not　an　occasional；　thing；　otherwise；　she　remained　very　pretty　and　comely。　Sometimes；　at　night　on　kissing　her　father；　she　would　burst　into　the　grief　she　had　repressed　all　day；　and　would　say　that　her　sole　reliance；　under　Heaven；　was　on　him。　He　always　resolutely　answered：　‘Nothing　can　happen　to　him　without　my　knowledge；　and　I　know　that　I　can　save　him；　Lucie。'　
　They　had　not　made　the　round　of　their　changed　life　many　weeks；　when　her　father　said　to　her；　on　coming　home　one　evening：　
　‘My　dear；　there　is　an　upper　window　in　the　prison；　to　which　Charles　can　sometimes　gain　access　at　three　in　the　afternoon。　When　he　can　get　to　it…which　depends　on　many　uncertainties　and　incidents…he　might　see　you　in　the　street；　he　thinks；　if　you　stood　in　a　certain　place　that　I　can　show　you。　But　you　will　not　be　able　to　see　him；　my　poor　child；　and　even　if　you　could；　it　would　be　unsafe　for　you　to　make　a　sign　of　recognition。'　
　‘O　show　me　the　place；　my　father；　and　I　will　go　there　everyday。'　
　From　that　time；　in　all　weathers；　she　waited　there　two　hours。　As　the　clock　struck　two；　she　was　there；　and　at　four　she　turned　resignedly　away。　When　it　was　not　too　wet　or　inclement　for　her　child　to　be　with　her；　they　went　together；　at　other　times　she　was　alone；　but　she　never　missed　a　single　day。　
　It　was　the　dark　and　dirty　corner　of　a　small　winding　street。　The　hovel　of　a　cutter　of　wood　into　lengths　for　burning；　was　the　only　house　at　that　end；　all　else　was　wall。　On　the　third　day　of　her　being　there；　he　noticed　her。　
　‘Good　day；　citizeness。'　
　‘Good　day；　citizen。'　
　This　mode　of　address　was　now　prescribed　by　decree。　It　had　been　established　voluntarily　some　time　ago；　among　the　more　thorough　patriots；　but；　was　now　law　for　everybody。　
　‘Walking　here　again；　citizeness？'　
　‘You　see　me；　citizen！'　
　The　wood…sawyer；　who　was　a　little　man　with　a　redundancy　of　gesture　（he　had　once　been　a　mender　of　roads）；　cast　a　glance　at　the　prison；　pointed　at　the　prison；　and　putting　his　ten　fingers　before　his　face　to　represent　bars；　peeped　through　them　jocosely。　
　‘But　it's　not　my　business；'　said　he。　And　went　on　sawing　his　wood。　
　Next　day　he　was　looking　out　for　her；　and　accosted　her　the　moment　she　appeared。　
‘What？　Walking　here　again；　citizeness？'　
　‘Yes；　citizen。'　
　‘Ah！　A　child　too！　Your　mother；　is　it　not；　my　little　citizeness？'　
　‘Do　I　say　yes；　mamma？'　whispered　little　Lucie；　drawing　close　to　her。　
　‘Yes；　dearest。'　
　‘Yes；　citizen。'　
　‘Ah！　But　it's　not　my　business。　My　work　is　my　business。　See　my　saw！　I　call　it　my　Little　Guillotine。　La；　la；　la；　La；　la；　la！　And　off　his　head　comes！'　
　The　billet　fell　as　he　spoke；　and　he　threw　it　into　a　basket。　
　‘I　call　myself　the　Samson　of　the　firewood　guillotine。　See　here　again！　Loo；　loo；　loo；　Loo；　loo；　loo！　And　off　her　head　comes！　Now；　a　child。　Tickle；　tickle；　Pickle；　pickle！　And　off　its　head　comes。　All　the　family！'　
　Lucie　shuddered　as　he　threw　two　more　billets　into　his　basket；　but　it　was　impossible　to　be　there　while　the　wood…sawyer　was　at　work；　and　not　be　in　his　sight。　Thenceforth；　to　secure　his　good　will；　she　always　spoke　to　him　first；　and　often　gave　him　drink…money；　which　he　readily　received。　
　He　was　an　inquisitive　fellow；　and　sometimes　when　she　had　quite　forgotten　him　in　gazing　at　the　prison　roof　and　grates；　and　in　lifting　her　heart　up　to　her　husband；　she　would　come　to　herself　to　find　him　looking　at　her；　with　his　knee　on　his　bench　and　his　saw　stopped　in　its　work。　‘But　it's　not　my　business！'　he　would　generally　say　at　those　times；　and　would　briskly　fall　to　his　sawing　again。　
　In　all　weathers；　in　the　snow　and　frost　of　winter；　in　the　bitter　winds　of　spring；　in　the　hot　sunshine　of　summer；　in　the　rains　of　autumn；　and　again　in　the　snow　and　frost　of　winter；　Lucie　passed　two　hours　of　every　day　at　this　place；　and　every　day　on　leaving　it；　she　kissed　the　prison　wall。　Her　husband　saw　her　（so　she　learned　from　her　father）　it　might　be　once　in　five　or　six　times：　it　might　be　twice　or　thrice　running：　it　might　be；　not　for　a　week　or　a　fortnight　together。　It　was　enough　that　he　could　and　did　see　her　when　the　chances　served；　and　on　that　possibility　she　would　have　waited　out　the　day；　seven　days　a　week。　
　These　occupations　brought　her　round　to　the　December　month；　wherein　her　father　walked　among　the　terrors　with　a　steady　head。　On　a　lightly…snowing　afternoon　she　arrived　at　the　usual　corner。　It　was　a　day　of　some　wild　rejoicing；　and　a　festival。　She　had　seen　the　houses；　as　she　came　along；　decorated　with　little　pikes；　and　with　little　red　caps　stuck　upon　them；　also；　with　tricoloured　ribbons；　also；　with　the　standard　inscription　（tricoloured　letters　were　the　favourite）；　Republic　One　and　Indivisible。　Liberty；　Equality；　Fraternity；　or　Death！　
　The　miserable　shop　of　the　wood…sawyer　was　so　small；　that　its　whole　surface　furnished　very　indifferent　space　for　this　legend。　He　had　got　somebody　to　scrawl　it　up　for　him；　however；　who　had　squeezed　Death　in　with　most　inappropriate　difficulty。　On　his　house…top；　he　displayed　pike　and　cap；　as　a　good　citizen　must；　and　in　a　window　he　had　stationed　his　saw　inscribed　as　his　‘Little　Sainte　Guillotine'for　the　great　sharp　female　was　by　that　time　popularly　canonised。　His　shop　was　shut　and　he　was　not　there；　which　was　a　relief　to　Lucie；　and　left　her　quite　alone。　
　But；　he　was　not　far　off；　for　presently　she　heard　a　troubled　movement　and　a　shouting　coming　along；　which　filled　her　with　fear。　A　moment　afterwards；　and　a　throng　of　people　came　pouring　round　the　corner　by　the　prison　wall；　in　the　midst　of　whom　was　the　wood…sawyer　hand　in　hand　with　The　Vengeance。　There　could　not　be　fewer　than　five　hundred　people；　and　they　were　dancing　like　five　thousand　demons。　There　was　no　other　music　than　their　own　singing。　They　danced　to　the　popular　Revolution　song；　keeping　a　ferocious　time　that　was　like　a　gnashing　of　teeth　in　unison。　Men　and　women　danced　together；　women　danced　together；　men　danced　together；　as　hazard　had　brought　them　together。　At　first；　they　were　a　mere　storm　of　coarse　red　caps　and　coarse　woollen　rags；　but；　as　they　filled　the　place；　and　stopped　to　dance　about　Lucie；　some　ghastly　apparition　of　a　dance…figure　gone　raving　mad　arose　among　them。　They　advanced；　retreated；　struck　at　one　another's　hands；　clutched　at　one　another's　heads；　spun　round　alone；　caught　one　another　and　spun　round　in　pairs；　until　many　of　them　dropped。　While　those　were　down；　the　rest　linked　hand　in　hand；　and　all　spun　round　together：　then　the　ring　broke；　and　in　separate　rings　of　two　and　four　they　turned　and　turned　until　they　all　stopped　at　once；　began　again；　struck；　clutched；　and　tore；　and　then　reversed　the　spin；　and　all　spun　round　another　way。　Suddenly　they　stopped　again；　paused；　struck　out　the　time　afresh；　formed　into　lines　the　width　of　the　public　way；　and；　with　their　heads　low　down　and　their　hands　high　up；　swooped　screaming　off。　No　fight　could　have　been　half　so　terrible　as　this　dance。　It　was　so　emphatically　a　fallen　sporta　something；　once　innocent；　delivered　over　to　all　devilrya　healthy　pastime　changed　into　a　means　of　angering　the　blood；　bewildering　the　senses；　and　steeling　the　heart。　Such　grace　as　was　visible　in　it；　made　it　the　uglier；　showing　how　warped　and　perverted　all　things　good　by　nature　were　become。　The　maidenly　bosom　bared　to　this；　the　pretty　almost…child's　head　thus　distracted；　the　delicate　foot　mincing　in　this　slough　of　blood　and　dirt；　were　types　of　the　disjointed　time。'　
　This　was　the　Carmagnole。　As　it　passed；　leaving　Lucie　frightened　and　bewildered　in　the　doorway　of　the　wood…sawyer's　house；　the　feathery　snow　fell　as　quietly　and　lay　as　white　and　soft；　as　if　it　had　never　been。　
　‘O　my　father！'　for　he　stood　before　her　when　she　lifted　up　the　eyes　she　had　momentarily　darkened　with　her　hand；　‘such　a　cruel；　bad　sight。'　
　‘I　know；　my　dear；　I　know。　I　have　seen　it　many　times。　Don't　be　frightened！　Not　one　of　them　would　harm　you。'　
　‘I　am　not　frightened　for　myself；　my　father。　But　when　I　think　of　my　husband；　and　the　mercies　of　these　people…'　
　‘We　will　set　him　above　their　mercies　very　soon。　I　left　him　climbing　to　the　window；　and　I　came　to　tell　you。　There　is　no　one　here　to　see。　You　may　kiss　your　hand　towards　that　highest　shelving　roof。'　
　‘I　do　so；　father；　and　I　send　him　my　Soul　with　it！'　
　‘You　cannot　see　him；　my　poor　dear？'　
　‘No；　father；'　said；　Lucie；　yearning　and　weeping　as　she　kissed　her　hand；　‘no。　
　A　footstep　in　the　snow。　Madame　Defarge。　‘I　salute　you；　citizeness；'　from　the　Doctor。　‘I　salute　you；　citizen。'　This　in　passing。　Nothing　more。　Madame　Defarge　gone；　like　a　shadow　over　the　white　road。　
　‘Give　me　your　arm；　my　love。　Pass　from　here　with　an　air　of　cheerfulness　and　courage；　for　his　sake。　That　was　well　done；'　they　had　left　the　spot；　‘it　shall　not　be　in　vain。　Charles　is　summoned　for　to…morrow。'　
　‘For　to…morrow！'　
　‘There　is　no　time　to　lose。　I　am　well　prepared；　but　there　are　precautions　to　be　taken；　that　could　not　be　taken　until　he　was　actually　summoned　before　the　Tribunal。　He　has　not　received　the　notice　yet；　but　I　k