Chapter 10 Chapter Two

"You know old Baylor well, don't you?" said an aging pilot to Jerry, who was running errands. "No-yes, sir," Jerry replied somewhat defiantly, "I do know it well." "Very well. You know Mr. Lorry, too?" "I know Mr. Lorry better than I do old Baylor, sir," said Jerry, not in a tone that seemed compelled to testify at Old Baylor. "As an honest businessman, I would rather be acquainted with Mr. Lorry than with old Baylor." "Very well. Go and find the witness door, and show the porter this note addressed to Mr. Lorry, and he will let you in."

"To the court, sir?" "Go in." Cruncher's eyes seemed to come closer together, and asked each other, "What do you think about that?" "Should I wait in the courtroom, sir?" he asked, as a result of eye contact. "I'll tell you. The porter will hand the note to Mr. Lorry, and then you'll sign to Mr. Lorry to get his attention and show him where you're waiting. Then you wait where you are, At your service." "Is that all, sir?" "That's it. He wants someone close by with a message. This is to let him know you're there."

The old clerk carefully folded the note and wrote the name of the recipient.Mr. Cruncher watched him silently, and as he blotted the ink, said: "I guess there's going to be a perjury trial this morning?" "Treason case!" "That's going to be dismembered," Jerry said. "It's barbaric!" "It's the law," the aging pilot turned his startled spectacles to him. "It's the law!" "I think the law cuts a man up a little too hard. Killing him is good enough, but cutting him up is too much, sir." "Not at all," said the old pilot. "Speak well of the law. Guard your chest and your throat, my friend, and leave the law alone, I advise you."

"Damp's got my chest and my throat, sir," said Jerry. "Think about how much moisture I have to bear to earn my living." "Well, well," said the aging pilot, "we all earn a living, but in different ways. Some get wet, some get bored. Here's the letter, go." Jerry received the letter, outwardly respectful, but inwardly dissatisfied, saying, "You're a skinny old man, too." He bowed, told his son where he was going, and set off on his way. Hangings were still being carried out in Taiben at that time, so the street outside the gate of Newgate Prison was not as notorious as it was later, but the prison was a bad place, where all kinds of depravity and hooliganism occurred there, and all kinds of terrible things happened. All the diseases of the world also breed there, and as the prisoner enters the court, sometimes even from the dock directly to the chancellor, dragging him down from his throne.When the judge wearing the black top hat pronounced the death sentence on the prisoner, he also pronounced his own destruction, and it happened more than once that he was destroyed earlier than the prisoner.In addition, the old Baylor is also known as the "death against the journey".From there, pale-faced travelers kept setting off, in carts and carriages, to another world by a road full of violent incidents.Few, if any, citizens were ashamed to cross the roughly two and a half miles of avenue and highway.Habits are powerful, and habituation is also useful in the beginning.This prison is also famous for torture.It was an ancient and wise system, and the depth of punishment no one could have foreseen.It is also famous for its flogging posts, a lovely old institution, too, which is pitiful and soft-hearted to look at.It is also famous for its large "blood money" transactions, which is also a manifestation of the cleverness of our ancestors, which can systematically lead to the most appalling crimes for hire in the world.All in all, the old Baylor at that time is the best example of the famous saying "to be is to be reasonable".The aphorism would have been conclusive, if not useful, had it not included the embarrassing corollary that "what did not exist in the past was also irrational."

Dirty crowds fill the scene of such terror.The messenger made his way through the crowd with the skill accustomed to pass without a word, found the door he was looking for, and handed in the letter through a small trap.People were paying to see Old Baylor in those days as they were paying to see Bedlam, except that Old Baylor was much more expensive.So all the doors at the Old Baylor were guarded--except for the traffic crossing where criminals came in and out, which were wide open. After some delay and hesitation, the door reluctantly opened and Jerry Cruncher squeezed into the courtroom.

"What are you doing?" He whispered to the people around him. "It hasn't started yet." "What case is going to trial?" "A case of treason." "To be dismembered, is it?" "Ah!" the man replied enthusiastically, "First hang him half to death on the rack, then put him down and let him see the knife and knife cut, then take out the internal organs and burn them in front of his face. Finally, chop them off." head, and cut it into four pieces. This is the punishment." "You mean, if he is found guilty?" Jerry said, as if adding a "proviso".

what!They'll find him guilty," said the other, "don't worry. " Mr. Cruncher's attention was now distracted by the doorman.He saw the doorman strolling up to Mr. Lorry with the letter.Mr. Lorry sat at the table with the gentlemen in wigs, not far from the prisoner's advocate.The advocate wore a wig and had a large bundle of papers in front of him.Almost directly across from them sat another gentleman in a wig, with his hands in his pockets.When Mr Cruncher visited him then and later, his attention seemed to be fixed on the courtroom ceiling.Jerry coughed loudly, rubbed his chin again, and made a gesture, which attracted the attention of Mr. Lorry, who had stood up to look for him, nodded and sat down again.

"What has he to do with the case?" asked the man with whom he had just spoken. "If only I knew," Jerry said. "If someone investigates, do you have anything to do with this case?" "If only I knew," Jerry said. The entry of the judge caused a commotion and then a silence which prevented them from talking.The dock immediately became the center of attention.The two prison officials who had been standing there went out, brought the prisoners, and sent them to the dock. Everyone's attention was on the accused, except the man in the wig looking at the ceiling.All human breath there rolled toward him like sea waves, like phoenixes, like flames.Eager faces try to circle the capitals, turn the horns, wanting to see him.The audience in the back row stood up, not letting go of even a single hair of his hair; the standing people put their hands on the shoulders of the people in front and looked forward, no matter whether it affected others, they just wanted to see clearly—they Or stand on tiptoe, or step on the dado, or step on something that can't be stepped on, in order to see every part of the prisoner's body.Standing out among the standing crowd, Jerry seemed to be a living part of the barbed wire walls of Newgate Prison, blowing his beer-smelling snort at the prisoners (he had only had a drink on the way), Also mixed that smell with other people's smells - beer, gin, tea, coffee, etc. - and made a wave.The tide had merged into a cloudy cloud of fog and rain and was rushing towards him, and was already rushing towards the large window behind him.

The object of all this staring and uproar was a young man of about twenty-five, well-proportioned and good-looking, with a sunburned face and dark eyes, the appearance of a young gentleman.He was dressed in sober black (perhaps dark gray) clothes, and his long dark hair was tied behind his head with a ribbon; more out of trouble than for decoration.The emotions of the heart always have to be revealed through the surface of the body, so the pallor of his situation showed through the tawny cheeks, showing that his soul is stronger than the sun.Other than that he was calm.He saluted the judge and stood silent.

The interest with which one gazes at this man, and sprays mist upon him, is not the kind of interest which ennobles man.If the sentence he faced had been less horrific, if the details of the brutality of the punishment had any chance of diminishing, his charm would have been correspondingly less.The beauty of the man was that he was going to be cut up so vilely; a living man was to be butchered and torn to pieces, and that was where the sensation was born.Although different audiences may justify this interest with different rhetoric and self-deception, it is ultimately ugly and murderous. There was no sound in the courtroom!Charles Darnay pleaded not guilty to the prosecution yesterday.There are innumerable loud words in that indictment, that he is a mad traitor, who betrayed our quiet, brilliant, brilliant, etc., sovereign, king, master.For he, at different times and in different ways, helped King Louis of France to attack our above-mentioned quiet, brilliant, illustrious, etc. kings.That is to say, he went back and forth between the land of our above-mentioned quiet, brilliant, illustrious, etc. kings and the above-mentioned land of King Louis of France, and thus heinously, perfidiously, treacherously, etc. The aforementioned King Louis of France reveals that our aforementioned quiet, brilliant, illustrious, etc. king has deployed troops to be sent to Canada and North America.The legal documents were filled with confusion, and the hairs on Jerry's head gradually stood on end, and the barbed wire was opened. After all kinds of twists and turns, he came to a conclusion with great satisfaction and understood the above-mentioned Charles Dahl who was mentioned again and again. Ney was standing before him at the trial, and the jury was being sworn in; Mr. Attorney General was ready to speak.

The accused had by this time been half-hanged, decapitated, and dismembered by everyone present in the imagination.The defendant also understood this.But he did not show timidity in front of this situation, nor did he show dramatic heroism.He said nothing, focused, watching the opening ceremony with quiet interest, his hands resting on the wooden railing in front of him.The wooden railing was full of herbs, but his hands were so calm that he didn't touch a single leaf—the courtroom was already covered with herbs and sprinkled with vinegar to prevent prison stink and prison fever. There is a mirror on the prisoner's head, which is used to cast light on him.How many wicked and unfortunate people have been reflected in the mirror and have disappeared from its face and from the face of the earth.If this mirror could reproduce its reflected image as the ocean unearths its drowned, the abominable place would be haunted and haunted.Maybe the prisoner had thought of keeping the mirror just to embarrass and humiliate the prisoners. In short, he moved his position, but realized that a light shone on his face. When he looked up, his face fell into the mirror There was a blush on his face, and he stretched out his right hand, knocking off the herb. It turned out that the motion caused him to turn his head towards the courtroom to his left.In the corner of the bench sat two figures, roughly at eye level.His eyes immediately fell on the two of them.The gaze flashed down so quickly, and his face changed so much that all the gazes that turned to him turned to those two people again. One of the two people the audience sees is a young lady who is just over twenty, and the other is obviously her father.The latter stands out with his full head of white hair.There was an expression of indescribable tension on his face: not the tension of activity, but the tension of brooding introspection.When that look was on his face, he looked haggard and old, but as soon as it was gone--and now it was gone for a while, because he was talking to his daughter--he was a handsome man again, not yet more than he was. best years. His daughter sat beside him, with one arm on his arm and the other on top of it.She moved closer to the prisoner, out of fear of the scene and out of pity for the prisoner.Seeing only the danger of the defendant, her brow clearly expresses focused horror and sympathy.The expression was too striking, too forceful, too natural to affect the spectators who had no sympathy for the prisoner.A whisper followed, "Who are these two?" Messenger Jerry, observing in his own way, sucking the rust from his hands as he concentrated, craned his neck to see who the two were.Those around him moved closer to each other, passing the question to the nearest person in court in turn; the answer was passed back more slowly, and finally reached Jerry's ear. "It's a witness." "Which side?" "opposing." "Which side is it against?" "Against the defendant's side." The judge withdrew his scattered eyes just now, leaned back in his chair, and stared at the young man intently—his life was in his hands.At this moment, the Attorney-General arose, twisted the noose, sharpened the axe, and drove the nail into the guillotine.