Chapter 11 Chapter 3 Disappointment

The Attorney-General was obliged to tell the jury that the prisoner before them, though young, was a veteran of the treachery for which he would pay with his life.This Public Enemy's connection with foreign countries did not start today, nor did it start yesterday, nor did it start last year or the year before.The prisoner had traveled frequently between France and England a long time ago, but he has never been able to account for his activities.If treason could also flourish (which, fortunately, never is possible), the true evil and guilt of the criminal's actions would not be revealed.Fortunately, God revealed a man who was not afraid of danger and reproach, and was horrified by the nature of the criminal's conspiracy, so he denounced it to His Majesty's Governor of State and the most glorious Privy Council.The patriot is about to testify in court.This man's position and attitude are indeed sublime and great.He was originally a friend of the prisoner, but at that auspicious and inauspicious moment, he discovered the criminal's shameless deeds, so he made up his mind to send the traitor he could no longer respect and love to the sacred altar of the motherland.Prosecutors said that if Britain, like ancient Greece and Rome, had a system of erecting statues to people of public service, a statue must have been erected to that glorious citizen.However, due to the absence of such provisions, it seems difficult for him to obtain this statue.Virtue, as the poet said, can be contagious in a certain way (the Attorney-General knows that there are many such passages, and the jury can utter it verbatim. But now the jury shows guilt, showing that they I do not know such passages), but the glorious virtue known as patriotism, that is, love of one's country, is especially contagious.So this witness, this sublime example of spotlessness, impeccability, and royal devotion, this man who spoke of admiration no matter what the humblest circumstances, got in touch with the prisoner's servant, and inspired him to make a lofty statement. With great determination he searched his master's desk drawers and coat pockets, and hid his papers.The Attorney-General said that he was aware that there might be some criticism of the venerable servant, but that he generally valued the servant more than his brothers and sisters, and respected the servant more than his own parents.He confidently called on the jury to do the same.He said that the testimony of these two witnesses and the documents they had discovered and were about to produce would show that the prisoner had documents recording His Majesty's forces and the disposition and preparations of His Majesty's army and sea and army, and would prove beyond any doubt that he regularly passed such information to to a hostile powerhouse.Although these documents cannot be confirmed to be the handwriting of the criminal, it does not hurt the overall situation, because it is more sufficient to show that the criminal is scheming and has already reserved space, so he should be sanctioned.He said evidence would be drawn from five years ago that would show the criminal had been engaged in such criminal activity weeks before British troops first opened fire with North American citizens.From what has been said above, no matter what their attitude to murder may be, it is convincing that the jury, who are loyal to the crown and loyal to their duty, will positively affirm that the crime is beyond reproach and deserves death.The prosecutor said that if the criminal's head is not chopped off, the jury members will not sleep well, and they will not tolerate their wives lying on their backs, nor their children lying on their backs.In short, no matter whether it is the jury members 3, the reason is to pry, to raise the pancreas, to say that it is resistant to Fan Ji, and it is a good game. Pan Tao  Apologize to send 2 K  Yun    Jia Qi a  Misfortune  Zaiyue Han Nao  Jurisdiction Song Zhang Nao pregnant Pai gap a welding plum calcium 涫 Di Pharyngeal Apology  subbit 3

As soon as the Attorney General stopped speaking, there was a buzzing sound in the courtroom, as if a swarm of blowflies were flying around the prisoner, waiting to see what he was about to become.The uproar passed, and the impeccable patriot took the witness stand. The Solicitor-General then followed the example of his superior and questioned the patriot: the man was Mr. John Bartha.The story of his pure soul was exactly as described by Mr. Attorney General, if it had faults, it may have been described a little too accurately.After he had unburdened his noble heart, he might have withdrawn humbly, but the wig-wigged gentleman, who sat not far from Mr. Lorry with a stack of papers before him, demanded that he Some Problems.At this time, another gentleman in a wig sitting across from him was still looking at the ceiling of the courtroom.

Had he ever been a spy himself?No, he scoffed at the mean suggestion.What does he do for a living?by his property.Where is his property?He couldn't remember.What property?That's nobody's business.Is it inherited?Yes, inherited.From whom?a distant relative.Is it far?Somewhat far.Ever been in prison?Certainly not.Never been to jail for debt?I don't know what this has to do with the case.Never been to jail for debt?Come one by one and answer again.Never been to jail?sat.how many times?Two or three times.Isn't it five or six times?maybe.what occupation?gentleman.Have you ever been kicked?possible.Do you often get kicked?No.Kicked down the stairs?Certainly not.Got kicked on the top of the stairs once, and rolled down the stairs by himself.Is it because of a fake dice roll?The drunk who kicked me said something like that, but it wasn't reliable.Can you swear it's not true?Sure can.Ever cheated at gambling for a living?there has never been.Ever gambled for a living?No better than other gentlemen.Have you ever borrowed money from this prisoner?Excuse me.Have you paid off?No. , Was that estranged friendship with the prisoner forged in the carriage, in the hotel, and on the mail-boat?no.Surely he saw the prisoners with these papers?affim.Don't know anything else about files?have no idea.For example, didn't you manage to get it yourself?No.Do you expect to benefit from this testimony?No such thoughts.Isn't it employed by the government, receiving regular subsidies, and setting people up?Oh my God, no.or something else?Oh my God, no.Can I swear?Can swear again and again.No motive other than pure patriotism?There is no other motive.

Roger Clay, the virtuous servant, was quickly sworn in.He started working for the prisoner four years ago, unpretentiously and simply.On the Calais cruiser he asked the prisoner if he wanted a handyman, and the prisoner hired him.Not hired for pity on the prisoner - never thought of such a thing.He became suspicious of the prisoner and spied on him.He had seen similar documents in his pockets many times while packing prisoners' clothes during his travels.These papers were once taken out of prisoner drawers.It was not put in beforehand.He, in Calais, had seen the prisoners show these documents to the French.He was seen showing the same documents to the French again at Calais and Bologna.He loved his country and couldn't help being filled with righteous indignation, so he denounced him.Never been suspected of stealing a silver teapot.Been wronged once for a mustard jug that was actually silver plated.He had known the witness just now for seven or eight years, completely by coincidence.He didn't say it was a particularly bizarre coincidence.Most of the coincidences are a little bit out of the ordinary.Genuine patriotism was also his only motive.He didn't call it an odd coincidence.He was a true Briton, and I wish many were like him.

The blowflies buzzed again.Mr. Attorney-General summons Mr. Jarvis Lowry. "Mr. Jarvis Lorry, are you a clerk at Tellson's Bank?" "yes." "Did you ever travel by mail from London to Dover on a Friday night in November 1775?" "Been there." "Are there any other passengers in the car?" "There are two." "Did they get off in the middle of the night?" "yes." "Mr. Lorry, look at the prisoner. Is he one of the two travelers?" "I can't take responsibility for saying he is." "Does he look like one of the two travelers?"

"Both of us were wrapped up tightly, and the night was very dark, and we were all very closed off, so I couldn't even be responsible for whether we looked like it or not." "Look again at the prisoner, Mr. Lorry. If he wraps himself up like the two travelers, is he of the same size and height as them?" "Not like." "Would you not swear that he was not one of those two, Mr. Lorry?" "I don't want to." "So you're saying at least that he might have been one of the two?" "Yes. It's just that I remember that the two of them were timid and afraid of robbers, just like me. But this prisoner didn't look timid.",

"Did you ever see someone pretend to be timid, Mr. Lorry?" "I must have seen it." "Mr. Lorry, look again at the prisoner. Surely you've seen him before?" "I've seen it." "when?" "I came back from France a few days later, and this prisoner boarded the cruise ship I was in at Calais and traveled with me.", "What time did he get on the boat?" "Shortly after midnight." "It was in the dead of night. Was he the only one on board at that inconvenient hour?" "He happened to be the only one."

"Never mind it's a coincidence, he was the only one who got on board in the dead of night, wasn't he?" "yes." "Are you traveling alone, Mr. Lorry? Is there anyone traveling with you?" "There were two traveling together, a gentleman and a lady. Both are here now." "It's all here. Have you ever spoken to the prisoner?" "I didn't talk much. There was a storm that day, the boat was very bumpy, and the road was long. I spent almost the whole time lying on the sofa." "Miss Manette!" The young lady who was searched by everyone with their eyes before is now attracting everyone's attention.She rose from her seat and her father rose with him - he did not want her to let go of his arm.

"Miss Manette, look at this prisoner." For the defendant, facing such sincere youth and beauty, facing such compassion is more difficult than facing the whole crowd present.He seemed to be standing on the edge of the grave facing her.All the eyes that were watching him with curiosity at this moment could not give him the strength to keep quiet.His busy right hand combined the herbs at hand into flowers in an imaginary garden; his effort to hold his breath made his lips quiver, and the blood flowed from them to his heart.The buzzing of the big flies rose again. "Miss Manette, have you seen this prisoner before?"

"Yes, sir." "Where?" "On the steamer just mentioned, sir, at the same time." "Are you the lady I mentioned just now?" "Ah! Unfortunately, yes!" Her mournful note of sympathy mingled with the judge's less melodious voice.The judge said with a bit of sternness: "What do you ask, what do you answer, don't express your opinion." "Miss Manette, did you speak to the prisoner while crossing the Channel?" "Yes, sir." "Remember." She said in a faint voice in the deep silence: "When the gentleman got on board--"

"Do you mean this prisoner?" asked the judge, frowning. "Yes, my lord." "Just call him a prisoner!" "When the prisoner got on the boat, he noticed that my father was very tired and weak," she said, turning her head to look at her father who was standing beside her affectionately. A bunk was made for him on the deck beside the cabin steps, and I sat on the deck beside him to attend him. There were no other passengers that night but the four of us. The good prisoner begged me to accept his proposal. He told me how to rearrange it so that my father was less exposed to the wind and rain than before - I don't know what to do, and I don't understand what the weather will be like when we are out of port. It's all up to him. He helped me He showed great concern and kindness for my father's illness, and I believe he was sincere. We talked like this." "I'll put in a word. Did he come aboard alone?" "no." "How many people are with him?" "Two Frenchmen." "Are they talking together?" "They talked together until the last moment when the two Frenchmen were going ashore in a small boat." "Have any documents like these been passed between them?" "Some documents were passed, but I don't know what." "Is it the same size and shape as these files?" "Possibly, but I really don't know, though they whispered very close to me: for they stood on the top of the cabin stairs, by the light overhead; the light was weak, and their voices were low, and I I couldn’t hear what they said, but I saw that they had read some manuscripts.” "Well, tell me about your conversation with the prisoner, Miss Manette." "The prisoner said nothing to me because I was in a difficult situation. Likewise, he was very caring, kind and helpful to my father," she cried. "I hope I don't repay him with harm today." The blowflies buzzed again. "Miss Manette, it is your duty to testify in court. You must testify, and you cannot escape. If the prisoner cannot fully understand your reluctance to testify, he is the only one who does not understand you. Please continue." "He told me he was working on something so delicate, so tricky, so likely to bring disaster to others, that he was traveling under a pseudonym. He said he had gone to France a few days ago on this matter, and that he might have to Been traveling on and off between France and England for a long time." "Did he talk about America, Miss Manette? Be more precise." "He explained to me the history of the dispute, and said that, as he judged at the time, England was wrong and stupid. He also joked that George Washington might go down in history on a par with George III .But he didn’t mean anything malicious when he said it, he was still laughing when he said it, just to pass the time.” In a moving performance in full view, the striking facial expressions of the main actors are imitated unconsciously by the audience.When the girl gave these testimony, her forehead was clenched in pain, she was very anxious and nervous, and when she paused to wait for the judge to record, she also paid attention to whether the lawyer agreed with her words.At this time, the audience in all corners of the court also showed the same expression.And as the judge looked up from his record to express his disgust at the outrageous claims about George Washington, the look on the faces of the witnesses was immediately reflected on the foreheads of most of those present. At this time, the Attorney-General stated to the court that in order to prevent accidents and also for the sake of formality, he thought that the lady's father, Dr. Manette, should be asked to testify.Dr. Manette was called to appear in court. "Doctor Manette, look at the prisoner. Have you seen him before?" "Once. He came to see me at my flat in London. It was about three or three-and-a-half years ago." "Do you recognize him as a fellow passenger on the cruise with you? What do you think of his conversation with your daughter?" "I cannot answer either question, my lord." "Is there any definite and special reason why you cannot answer?" He replied in a low voice, "Yes." "You have been unfortunate enough to have been imprisoned for a long time without trial or even charge in the country of your birth, have you not, Doctor Manette?" The tone of his answer touched every heart, "Long imprisonment." "Did you just release it when you talked about it?" "That's what they told me." "Do you have no memory of the situation at that time?" "No. From some time—I can't even tell when—from when I was in prison and taught myself to make shoes, to the time I found myself in London with my dear Until my daughter lived with me, there was a blank in my heart. When the good God restored my senses, my daughter was familiar with me; but I can't even explain how she became familiar with me. The whole process I have no memory." The Attorney General sat down, and so did the father and daughter. At this time, the case took a bizarre turn.The purpose of the case was to prove that five years ago on that Friday in November the prisoner was traveling south in the mail van with some untraceable accomplice, that the two alighted together at night, went somewhere, but did not stop (in order to cause illusion), but immediately turned back more than ten miles, and came to a certain fortress and shipyard to collect information.A witness came to the court to confirm that the four criminals had been waiting for another person at that hour in the café of an inn in the city where the fortress and shipyard were located.The prisoner's defense attorney cross-examined the witness, only to find out that he had never seen the prisoner at any other time, and nothing else.At this time, the gentleman wearing a wig and looking at the ceiling of the court wrote a few words on a small note, rolled it up, and threw it to the lawyer.The lawyer watched the prisoner carefully and curiously for a while after reading the note. "Are you reiterating that you are sure it is the prisoner?" Witnesses expressed certainty. "Have you ever seen anyone who looked like this prisoner?" Witnesses said that no matter how much he resembled him, he would not admit his mistake. "Look carefully at my learned friend, that gentleman over there," said the lawyer, pointing to the man who had thrown the note, "and then at the prisoner. What do you think? Are they not very much alike? " Except that my learned friend was somewhat slovenly, if not outrageous, he was exactly like the prisoner.The comparison between the two shocked not only the witness, but also everyone present.Everyone asked the court to order "that learned friend" to take off the wig.The man agreed, not too happily.This made the resemblance between the two all the more striking.The judge asked Stryver (the prisoner's lawyer) whether Carleton (that was the name of my learned friend) was to be tried for treason next.Mr. Stryver replied that it was not necessary, but he wanted to call witnesses to explain: Will what happened once happen a second time?Would he still be so convinced if he had seen the proof of his recklessness earlier?Was he still so convinced after he had seen proof of his recklessness?Will you be more convinced?The result of the cross-examination was to smash the testimony like a crockpot, and to refute the witness's role in the case. Mr. Cruncher had eaten a meal of rust off his fingers when he heard this.Now he had to hear Mr. Stryver cut the prisoner's case into a tights and put it on the jury.Mr. Stryver pointed out to the jury that Patriot Bartha was a hired spy and spy, a man who never blushed in blood, and the most shameless rascal since the cursed Judas--and his appearance And indeed like Judas.He pointed out that the virtuous servant Clay is a well-deserved friend and partner of Barcelona.These two perjurers took a fancy to the prisoner, and wanted him to be a victim, because he was of French descent, and some domestic duties in France required him to travel across the Channel.As for the housework, he would rather die than reveal it because it concerns the interests of some of his relatives and friends.And the distorted testimony they wrought from this lady was nothing (you have seen the pain she suffered when she gave it), it was just a small courteousness between young men and women who meet by chance like this It's nothing more than the activities of the party -- except for the reference to Washington, which is outrageous and arrogant, but it can only be regarded as an exaggerated joke.If the government tries to repress and establish its prestige by making use of the lowest national antagonism and fear (which Mr. Attorney General has exaggerated), it will probably only become a weakness of the government.It is a pity that this practice has no basis except the vicious and dishonorable nature of the testimony which only distorts the image of this type of case.It can only fill our state trials with such cases.No sooner had he said this than the judge had put on a hard face, as if the remark was nonsense, and he could not sit on the bench and turn a deaf ear to such insinuations. Mr. Stryver then called several of his witnesses to testify.Later Mr. Cruncher heard Mr. Solicitor turn over the suits Mr. Stryver had cut for the jury; A hundred times worse.Finally, Your Honor spoke, and he turned the suit now and then again, and must have recut it in its entirety, to make a prisoner's shroud. Now, as the jury began to consider the merits, the big fly was buzzing again. Even under such ups and downs, Mr. Carleton, who had been looking at the ceiling of the court, still did not move his body or change his attitude.While his learned friend Stryver sorted the papers before him, whispered to those around him, and looked anxiously at the jury from time to time; and even when our prosecutor left his seat and paced slowly up and down the stage, which might not fail to make the audience suspect that he was nervous, this gentleman still leaned back in his chair and did not move.His open lawyer's robe was half open, and his messy wig was still buttoned up after he took it off.He kept his hands in his pockets, his eyes still fixed on the ceiling as he had been all day.He had a peculiarly sloppy manner which not only looked disrespectful but greatly diminished the undoubted resemblance between him and the prisoner (his momentary earnestness had been intensified when the two were compared just now. similar impression), so many viewers are now noticing him and exchanging opinions about how they thought they were so alike just now.That's what Mr. Cruncher told those around him.He added, "I'll bet half a guinea that this man can't get a law job. He doesn't look like that, does he?" But this Mr. Carleton noticed more details of the scene than appeared, for at this moment Miss Manette's head fell on her father's chest, and he was the first to see it, and Said clearly: "Sir, pay attention to that lady. Help that gentleman to help her out. Can't you see that she is about to faint!" When the girl was helped out, many people expressed pity and sympathy for her father.Recalling his prison life is obviously painful for the old man.When he was questioned, he showed a strong inner agitation. Since then, a thick cloud has shrouded him. He has been thinking blankly, showing an old and haggard appearance.After he appeared, the jury was seated again, and a moment later its foreman spoke. The jury was not unanimous and wanted to retire.Your Honor (perhaps with George Washington in mind) expressed surprise that they should disagree, noting that they would be under surveillance and protection when they retired, and retired himself.The trial has gone on for a day, and the courtroom lights have been lit.It was rumored that the jury would be out for a long time.The spectators stepped out for refreshments, and the prisoners retreated to sit behind the dock. Mr. Lorry, who had accompanied the lady and her father from court, reappeared.He gestured to Jerry.At this time, everyone's interest had diminished, and Jerry squeezed to his side without any effort. "Jerry, if you're going to have a snack, you can go now. But don't go far. You'll have to be easy to find when the jury gets back. Don't get back after them, because I want you to bring the verdict back to the bank right away. You're the fastest courier I've ever known, and got back to law school faster than I could." Jerry's forehead barely poked out from under his hair to tap.He tapped his forehead with his knuckles, indicating that he accepted the task and also accepted a shilling.At this moment Mr. Carton came up and touched Mr. Lorry on the arm. "How is the lady?" "She's suffering; her dad is trying to comfort her and she's doing better after she's out of court." "I can tell the prisoner that. It's not okay for a respectable banker like yourself to talk to him openly, you know that." Mr. Lorry blushed, as if realizing that he had indeed had such an inner struggle.Mr Carleton went to the dock.The court exit is in that direction.Jerry followed behind him, his eyes, ears, and even the barbed wire reeds all focused on him. "Mr. Darnay!" The prisoner came straight up. "Of course you are eager to hear about the witness, Miss Manette. She will be well soon. She will be most excited when you see her.", "I'm so sorry I made her feel bad. Can you pass this on to her? Also, I really appreciate all the hard work she's done." "Yes. If you ask, I will pass it on." Mr. Carton had an air of indifference that was almost impertinent.He stood with his back to the prisoner, his elbows languidly resting on the dock. "Then I will make a request. Please accept my heartfelt thanks." "And you," said Carton, still half turned away from him, "what are you waiting for?" "The most unfortunate consequences." "That is the wisest hope and the most probable outcome, however, I think it would be in your favor to have the jury out." Stopping on the road near the courthouse was not permitted, so Jerry heard nothing else.He left these two people who looked so alike but had such different attitudes.The two people standing side by side are reflected in the mirror above their heads. In the passage below, crowded with thieves and rogues, an hour and a half was hardly passed, notwithstanding the aid of mutton pies and ale.The gruff-throated messenger sat down uncomfortably on a bench after his light meal and dozed off.At this moment a loud hum and a rushing crowd rushed up the court and the stairs, and swept him away. "Jerry! Jerry!" Mr. Lorry called to him from the door when he arrived. "Here, sir! It's like fighting back. Here I am, sir!" Mr. Lorry slipped him a note in the crowd. "Quick, are you ready?" "Take it, sir!" A few words were hastily written on the note: "Acquitted." "Even if your message is 'The dead are raised again,'" Jerry said to himself, turning to himself, "I'll see what you mean." There was no chance to say anything, or even to think, before he squeezed past the old Baylor, for the crowd had already flooded out and almost knocked him to the ground.A tumultuous stream of people rolled through the street, as if the disappointed blowflies had parted again in search of other corpses.