DOCTOR MANETTE did not return until the morning of the fourth day of his absence. So much of what had happened in that dreadful time as could be kept from the knowledge of Lucie was so well concealed2 from her, that not until long afterwards, when France and she were far apart, did she know that eleven hundred defenceless prisoners of both sexes and all ages had been killed by the populace; that four days and nights had been darkened by this deed of horror; and that the air around her had been tainted3 by the slain4. She only knew that there had been an attack upon the prisons, that all political prisoners had been in danger, and that some had been dragged out by the crowd and murdered.
To Mr. Lorry, the Doctor communicated under an injunction of secrecy5 on which he had no need to dwell, that the crowd had taken him through a scene of carnage to the prison of La Force. That, in the prison he had found a self-appointed Tribunal sitting, before which the prisoners were brought singly, and by which they were rapidly ordered to be put forth7 to be massacred, or to be released, or (in a few cases) to be sent back to their cells. That, presented by his conductors to this Tribunal, he had announced himself by name and profession as having been for eighteen years a secret and unaccused prisoner in the Bastille; that, one of the body so sitting in judgment8 had risen and identified him, and that this man was Defarge.
That, hereupon he had ascertained9, through the registers on the table, that his son-in-law was among the living prisoners, and had pleaded hard to the Tribunal--of whom some members were asleep and some awake, some dirty with murder and some clean, some sober and some not--for his life and liberty. That, in the first frantic10 greetings lavished11 on himself as a notable sufferer under the over-thrown system, it had been accorded to him to have Charles Darnay brought before the lawless Court, and examined. That, he seemed on the point of being at once released, when the tide in his favour met with some unexplained check (not intelligible12 to the Doctor), which led to a few words of secret conference. That, the man sitting as President had then informed Doctor Manette that the prisoner must remain in custody13, but should for his sake, be held inviolate14 in safe custody. That, immediately, on a signal, the prisoner was removed to the interior of the prison again; but, that lie, the Doctor, had then so strongly pleaded for permission to remain and assure himself that his son-in-law was, through no malice15 or mischance, delivered to the concourse whose murderous yells outside the gate had often drowned the proceedings16, that lie had obtained the permission, and had remained in that Hall of Blood until the danger was over.
The sights he had seen there, with brief snatches of food and sleep by intervals18, shall remain untold19. The mad job over the prisoners who were saved, had astounded20 him scarcely less than the mad ferocity against those who were cut to pieces. One prisoner there was, lie said, who had been discharged into the street free, but at whom a mistaken savage21 had thrust a pike as lie passed out. Being besought22 to go to him and dress the wound, the Doctor had passed out at the same gate, and had found him in the arms of a company of Samaritans, who were seated on the bodies of their victims. With an inconsistency as monstrous23 as anything in this awful nightmare, they had helped the healer, and tended the wounded man with the gentlest solicitude24--had made a litter for him and escorted him carefully from the spot--had then caught up their weapons and plunged
anew into a butchery so dreadful, that the Doctor had covered his eyes with his hands, and swooned away in the midst of it.
As Mr. Lorry received these confidences, and as he watched the face of his friend now sixty-two years of age, a misgiving25 arose within him that such dread1 experiences would revise the old danger. But, he had never seen his friend in hi, present aspect: he had never at all known him in his present character. For the first time the Doctor felt, now, that his suffering was strength and power. For the first time he left that in that sharp fire, lie had slowly forged the iron which could break the prison door of his daughter's husband, and deliver him. `It all tended to a good end, my friend; it was not mere26 waste and ruin. As my
beloved child was helpful in restoring me to myself, I will be helpful now in restoring the dearest part of herself to her; by the aid of Heaven I will do it!' Thus, Doctor Manette. And when Jarvis Lorry saw the kindled27 eyes, the resolute28 face, the calm strong look and bearing of the man whose life always seemed to him to have been stopped, like a clock, for so many years, and then set going again with an energy which had lain dormant29 during the cessation of its usefulness, he believed.
Greater things than the Doctor had at that time to contend with, would have yielded before his persevering30 purpose. While he kept himself in his place, as a physician, whose business was with all degrees of mankind, bond and free, rich and poor, bad and good, he used his personal influence so wisely, that he was soon the inspecting physician of three prisons, and among them of La Force. He could now assure Lucie that her husband was no longer confined alone, but was mixed with the general body of prisoners; he saw her husband weekly, and brought sweet messages to her, straight from his lips; sometimes her husband himself sent a letter to her (though never by the Doctor's hand), but she was not permitted to write to him: for, among the many wild suspicions of plots in the prisons, the wildest of all pointed6 at emigrants31 who were known to have made friends or permanent connections abroad.
This new life of the Doctor's was an anxious life, no doubt; still, the sagacious Mr. Lorry saw that there was a new sustaining pride in it. Nothing unbecoming tinged32 the pride; it was a natural and worthy33 one; but he observed it as a curiosity. The Doctor knew, that up to that time, his imprisonment34 had been associated in the minds of his daughter and his friend, with his personal affliction, deprivation35, and weakness. Now that this was changed, and he knew himself to be invested through that old trial with forces to which they both looked for Charles's ultimate safety and deliverance, he became so far exalted36 by the change, that he took the lead and direction, and required them as the weak, to trust to him as the strong. The preceding relative positions of himself and Lucie were reversed, yet only as the liveliest gratitude37 and affection could reverse them, for he could have had no
pride but in rendering38 some service to her who had rendered so much to him. `All curious to see,' thought Mr. Lorry, in his amiably39 shrewd way, `but all natural and right; so, take the lead, my dear friend, and keep it; it couldn't be in better hands.'
But, though the Doctor tried hard, and never ceased trying, to get Charles Darnay set at liberty, or at least to get him brought to trial, the public current of the time set too strong and fast for him. The new era began; the king was tried, doomed40, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, declared for victory or death against the world in arms; the black flag waved night and day from the great towers of Notre Dame41; three hundred thousand men, summoned to rise against the tyrants42 of the earth, rose from all the varying soils of France, as if the dragon's teeth had been sown broadcast, and had
yielded fruit equally on hill and plain, on rock, in gravel43, and alluvial44 mud, under the bright sky of the South and under the clouds of the North, in fell and forest, in the vineyards and the olive-grounds and among the cropped grass and the stubble of the corn, along the fruitful banks of the broad rivers, and in the sand of the sea-shore. What private solicitude could rear itself against the deluge45 of the Year One of Liberty--the deluge rising from below, not falling from above, and with the windows of Heaven shut, not opened!
There was no pause, no pity, no peace, no interval17 of relenting rest, no measurement of time. Though days and nights circled as regularly as when time was young, and the evening and morning were the first day, other count of time there was none. Hold of it was lost in the raging fever of a nation, as it is in the fever of one patient. Now, breaking the unnatural46 silence of a whole city, the executioner showed the people the head of the king-and now, it seemed almost in the same breath, the head of his fair wife which had had eight weary months of imprisoned47 widowhood and misery48, to turn it grey.
And yet, observing the strange law of contradiction which obtains in all such cases, the time was long, while it flamed by so fast. A revolutionary tribunal in the capital, and forty or fifty thousand revolutionary committees all over the land; a law of the Suspected, which struck away all security for liberty or life, and delivered over any good and innocent person to any bad and guilty one; prisons gorged49 with people who had committed no offence, and could obtain no hearing; these things became the established order and nature of appointed things, and seemed to be ancient usage before they were many weeks old. Above all, one hideous50 figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze horn the foundations of the world--the figure of the sharp female called La Guillotine.
It was the popular theme for jests; it was the best cure for headache, it infallibly prevented the hair from turning grey, it imparted a peculiar51 delicacy52 to the complexion53, it was the National Razor which shaved close: who kissed La Guillotine, looked through the little window and sneezed into the sack. It was the sign of the regeneration of the human race. It superseded54 the Gross. Models of it were worn on breasts from which the Gross was discarded, and it was bowed down to and believed in where the Gross was denied.
It sheared55 off heads so many, that it, and the ground it most polluted, were a rotten red. It was taken to pieces, like a toy-puzzle for a young Devil, and was put together again when the occasion wanted it. It hushed the eloquent56, struck down the powerful, abolished the beautiful and good. Twenty-two friends of high public mark, twenty-one living and one dead, it had lopped the heads off, in one morning, in as many minutes. The name of the strong man of Old Scripture57 had descended58 to the chief functionary59 who worked it; but, so armed, he was stronger than his namesake, and blinder, and tore away the gates of God's own Temple every day.
Among these terrors, and the brood belonging to them, the Doctor walked with a steady head: confident in his power, cautiously persistent60 in his end, never doubting that he would save Lucie's husband at last. Yet the current of the time swept by, so strong and deep, and carried the time away so fiercely, that Charles had lain in prison one year and three months when the Doctor was thus steady and confident. So much more wicked and distracted had the Revolution grown in that December month, that the rivers of the South were encumbered61 with the bodies of the violently drowned by night, and prisoners were shot in lines and squares under the southern wintry sun. Still, the Doctor walked among the terrors with a steady head. No man better known than he, in Paris at that day; no man in a stranger situation. Silent, humane62, indispensable in hospital and prison, using his art equally among assassins and victims, he was a man apart. In the exercise of his skill, the appearance and the story of the Bastille Captive removed him from all other men. He was not suspected or brought in question, any more than if he had indeed been recalled to life some eighteen years before, or were a Spirit moving among mortals.
曼内特医生直到离开之后的第四天早上才回来。他把那段可伯的时间内发生的许多事都对露西成功地保了密，许久之后她才听说一千一百个手无寸铁的男女老少已被群众杀死。这场恐怖勾当让四个白天和四个夜晚阴云密布。她周围的空气也都充满了被害者的血腥味。她只听说有人进攻了监狱，所有政治犯都遭到危险，有些人被群众抓出去杀死了。
医生要求罗瑞先生严格保密（其理由他其实不用细讲），然后告诉他说，人群把他带过了一个屠杀的现场，来到了拉福斯监狱。他在监狱里看到一个自封的法庭开庭。囚犯一个个分别被押了上来，由法庭迅速下命令集体处死或是开释．也有少数几例又被送回了牢房。他被引路的人送到了法庭上，自报了姓名和职业，又说曾在巴士底狱受到没经过审判的秘密监禁达十八年之久。审判官席里有一个人站了起来证明他所说的是事实，那人就是德伐日。
他看了桌上的花名册，肯定了他的女婿还存活着的囚犯名单里，于是苦苦请求审判官们——他们有的睡着了、有的醒着、有的满身血污、有的干净、有的清醒、有的醉了——保全他的性命、给他自由。由于他是已被推翻的制度的引人注目的受害者，他们对他表现了慷慨而疯狂的欢迎，而且同意立即把查尔斯达尔内带到这个无法无天的法庭审讯。达尔内差不多快被释放时，有利于他的潮流似乎受到了某种没有解释的阻挡（医生没弄明白），于是秘密开了个小会，交换了几句话。然后坐在主席座位的人便通知曼内特医生，囚犯还须扣押，但因为医生的缘故，要作安全扣押，不受侵犯。随即一声令下，囚犯又被带走，关进了监牢。医生于是强烈要求批准他留下，以便保证他的女婿不至因恶意或偶然被交给暴民。（暴民们在大门外要求杀人的叫嚣曾多次淹没了审判的发言）他得到了批准，便留在了流血的大厅里，直到危险过去。
他决定对他在那儿所见到的景象，包括仓促进餐和睡眠在内，只字不提。囚徒们被砍成几块时人们那疯狂的残忍令他吃惊，可同样令他吃惊的还有囚犯得救时人们那疯狂的快乐。他说有一个囚犯获得释放，来到了街上，却叫一个野蛮人误伤，挨了一长矛。有人求医生去给那人裹伤，医生从同一道大门走了出去，却发现伤者躺在一群撒马利亚人手臂上，而撒马利亚人却坐在被他们杀死了的人的尸堆上。在这场恶梦里这群人以光怪陆离的前后矛盾的态度帮助了医生，以最和善温柔的关心照顾了伤号，为伤号做了一个担架，而且小心翼翼地把他抬离了现场，然后又抓起武器投入了一场屠杀。那屠杀非常可怕，医生甩双手捂住了自己的眼睛，却还是在中途昏了过去。
罗瑞先生听着推心置腹的密谈，望着现已六十二岁的朋友的脸，不禁担心起来，害怕这种恐怖的经历会引发往日那危险的疾病。可是，他却从来没见过他的老朋友像现在这个样子，有现在这样的性格。医生第一次感到了他经历过的苦难原来是一种力量和权威。他第一次感到他已在那熊熊的烈火里锻炼成了钢铁，现在可以打破他女婿的牢门，把他救出来了。“往日的一切都通向一个好的结果，我的朋友，并不完全是浪费和破坏。当初我心爱的女儿帮助我恢复了健康，现在我也要帮助她恢复跟她一体的最亲爱的那个部分。我要靠上天的帮助完成这一工作！”这就是曼内特医生此时的情况。罗瑞看到了他那燃烧的目光、坚定的面容、沉着有力的表情和态度。当他心目中医生过去的生活似乎永远像一座多年停摆的时钟，可现在他确信他又以被废弃后所积蓄的沉睡的精力嗒嗒地走了起来。
即使当时医生要克服的困难比现在还要大得多，在他那坚持不懈的努力之下困难也是会退让的。当他坚持在内科医生岗位上时，他的任务是为各种层次的人治病：自由人和不自由的人、有钱人和穷人、坏人和好人。他聪明地运用了他的影响，不久便成了三个监狱的狱医，包括拉福斯监狱。他现在可以安慰露西说，她的丈夫没有再受到单独监禁，而是跟其他囚犯监禁在一起；他每周都要跟他见面，并从他的唇边直接带给她甜蜜的消息；有时她的丈夫自己还给她一封亲笔信（虽然从不由医生转交），但却不准她给他写信，因为在有关监狱的种种想入非非的怀疑之中，最想入非非的怀疑是指向有海外亲友或跟海外有长期联系的外逃犯的。
医生的这种新生活无疑是坐卧不宁的，然而精明的罗瑞先生却看出有一种新的自豪感支撑着他。那是一种理所当然的高尚的自豪，不曾沾染不当的色彩。但是他却像观察珍奇事物一样观察着他。医生知道，在那以前在他女儿和朋友的心目中，他过去的牢狱生活都跟他的苦难、困顿和弱点相联系。现在不同了，他知道那过去的考验已给了他力量，而女儿和朋友正把查尔斯最终安全获释的希望寄托在他的力量上。他为这一变化而欣喜。他领着头前进，让那两人像弱者依赖强者一样依赖着他。他跟露西往日的关系现在颠倒了过来。颠倒那关系的是他切身体会到的感激，挚爱之情。她为他做过那么多事，现在他能为她做一点事，他为此自豪，此外别无理由。“看起来很希罕，其实很自然，也很正常，”罗瑞先生友好而精明地想道，“领头前进吧，亲爱的朋友，继续前进吧，你是最合适的人。”
尽管医生努力奋斗，从不松懈，想让查尔斯;达尔内获释，或至少得到审讯，但是，当时的社会潮流却太迅猛激烈，使他无法抵挡。新的时期开始了，国王受到了审判、判了死刑、砍掉了脑袋，那“自由平等博爱或死亡”的共和国向武装进攻的世界宣布了“若不胜利宁可死亡”。巴黎圣母院巨大的塔楼顶上黑色的旗帜日夜招展。三十万人的大军为抗击全世界的暴君响应号召从法兰西各地猛然崛起，仿佛田野上遍撒了龙齿，结满了果实：从山上也从平原上；从岩石上，也从碎石上和冲积土壤上；在南方明朗的天空之下，也在北方积云的天空之下；从丘陵里，也从森林里；从葡萄园，也从橄榄地；在剪过的草地上，也在气过的庄稼地上；沿着广阔的河流的结着果实的河岸，也沿着海岸的沙滩，到处都结出了龙齿的果实。有什么个人的忧患能抗衡“自由元年”的滚滚洪流呢—一那洪水是从下面涌起的，而不是从天上落下的，天上的窗户紧闭着，而不是敞开着！
没有休止，没有怜悯，没有和平，没有宽松的休息，也不计算时间。虽然昼与夜总按创世的第一个昼夜便存在的常规循环不已，其它的计算却已不复存在。一个民族像高烧病人一样发出了狂热，时间是无从把握的。一时刽子手举起国王的首级让人民观看，打破了整个城市不自然的沉默；又一时，几乎像在转瞬之间，他那面目姣好的妻子的首级又捧了出来。牢狱中八个月凄惨的寡妇生活与苦难已让她花白了头。
按照在这种情况下流行的奇怪的矛盾法则，时间是漫长的，虽然它火烧火燎地飞逝着。京城里的革命法庭，全国的四五万个革命委员会，还有那剥夺了自由或生命的一切安全并把善良无辜者交到邪恶的罪犯手里的嫌疑犯法，沾满了无处申诉的无辜者鲜血的监狱，这些新东西刚建立不久便已形成了固定的秩序和性质，几周之间已仿佛成了历史悠久的成规。其中的佼佼者则是一个仿佛在众目睽睽之下从世界的地基里冒出来的越来越为人们所熟悉的狰狞形象．——那位犀利的小姐，芳名断头台。
它是俏皮话的主题：“治疗头痛的最佳良药”；“药到病除，使你头发永不花白”；“它让你的皮肤特别娇嫩，顷刻苍白”；“国家级剃头刀，一切脑袋保证剃光”；“谁要亲吻断小姐，往小窗户瞧一眼，一个喷嚏就栽进她口袋里。”它是人类复兴的象征，取代了十字架的地位。它的模型被佩带在扔开了十字架的胸口上。凡是十字架叫人否定的地方，它就受到膜拜和信仰。
它剃掉的脑袋太多，它污染的土地和它自己都成了红糊糊臭烘烘的一片。它可以像个拆卸玩具一样分成零件给年轻的魔鬼玩，而到形势需要时又可以重新装配使用。它让雄辩者说不出话来，让强有力者跌倒在地，让美与善遭到废弃。二十二个声名显赫的朋友，二十一个活的，一个死的，它在一个早上把他们全砍掉了脑袋，只费掉了二十一分钟。《圣经.旧约》中的那个大力士的名字落到了使用那东西的官员头上，但是那位官员有了这个武器却比他的同名人还要强有力，眼睛也更瞎，每天都在拆除着上帝的殿堂。
医生在这样的恐怖行为和恐怖人物之中昂首阔步地行走。他深信自己的力量，谨慎地坚定自己的目标，从不怀疑自己最终能救出露西的丈夫。然而强大而深沉的时代潮流匆匆地流过，猛烈地卷走了时光。医生虽仍照样坚定自信，查尔斯却已在狱中度过了一年零三个月之久。那年的十二月，革命越来越凶残疯狂。南部的条条河流堆满了夜间被暴力淹死了的尸体；南部的冬季的太阳下囚徒被成排成排成片成片地枪杀。医生仍然在恐怖中昂首阔步地行走。那时的巴黎城没有人的名气比他更高，也没有人的处境比他更奇特。在医院里和监狱里他沉默寡言，温和亲切，是个少不了的人；他用他的医术为杀人者和受害者同等地服务，但却是个局外人。在他救死扶伤之际，当年巴士底囚徒的外表和故事使他远离众人。他从没受到过怀疑，也从没受到过传讯，仿佛他的确是大约在十八年前就已死去、现在才复活的，或者索性是一个行动于活人中间的孤魂野鬼。
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