Chapter 35 Chapter 3 Shadow

When business hours came, one of the first considerations in Mr. Lorry's accustomed business mind was that he had no right to endanger the firm by having the wife of an imprisoned fugitive under the roof of Tellson's Bank.For Lucy and her children, he can risk his life, property and safety, but the huge company he is responsible for does not belong to him, and he has always been a strict official when dealing with business responsibilities. At first he thought of Defarge, trying to find that hotel again, and discuss with the owner the safest lodgings in this mad city.But the very idea that reminded him of Defarge also disproved him: Defarge lived in the most disturbed district, undoubtedly had a lot of influence there, and was deeply connected with dangerous activities.

It's almost noon, and the doctor hasn't come back yet.Every minute of delay could endanger Tellson's Bank.Mr. Lorry had to discuss it with Lucy.She said her father had talked about renting a short-term place near the bank building.Far from affecting business, it was good for Charles, because even if he were released, there was no hope of leaving Paris.Mr. Lorry went out to look for lodging.He found a suitable apartment on a high-rise in a side street.The building was next to a desolate square, and the shutters of the high-rise buildings around the square were all closed, indicating that the residents had long since left.

He took Lucy, the child, and Miss Pross there at once, and provided them with as comfortable conditions as possible--much better than his own.He left Jerry--he could take a few hits on the head--to watch the door, and he went back.He was anxious and painful for them, and his life was extremely slow and heavy. It was a hard day, and the day finally passed, and the bank closed.He went back to the room from the night before, thinking about the next steps.Then he heard footsteps on the stairs.After a while, a person came to him.The man looked at him sharply for a while, then called out his name.

"At your service," said Mr. Lorry. "Do you know me?" He was a stocky, dark, curly-haired man of forty-five to fifty years of age.Because he wanted to get an answer, the visitor repeated what he said just now, without emphasizing his tone: "Do you know me?" "I've seen you elsewhere." "Maybe in my hotel." Mr. Lorry was interested and excited.Mr. Lorry said: "Are you sent by Mr. Manette?" "Yes, he sent it." "What did he say? What news did he bring?" Defarge put into his eager hands an open note in the doctor's handwriting:

"Charles is all right. I'm not safe from here yet. Authorization has been given for a messenger to bring a note to Charles's wife. Let him know." The address on the note was La Force, and the time was an hour ago. "Come with me to his wife's place, won't you?" said Mr. Lorry, reading the note aloud, with cheerful reassurance. "Yes," replied Defarge. Defarge's answer was strange and mechanical, but Mr. Lorry hardly noticed it.He put on his hat, and they went downstairs into the yard.There are two women in the yard, one is knitting. "Mrs. Defarge, certainly," said Mr. Lorry, in almost the same gesture when he left her some seventeen years ago.

"It's her," said her husband. "Is the lady going with us?" asked Mr. Lorry, seeing that she was following. "Yes. Let her recognize faces and people. For their safety." Mr. Lorry, beginning to notice Defarge's blunt manner, gave him a suspicious look, and led the way.Both women followed.The other woman is Nemesis. A group of people crossed the street as quickly as possible, walked up the stairs of the new house, and were let in by Jerry.They saw Lucy crying alone.She was wild with joy when Mr. Lorry brought her the news of her husband, and clung to the hand which handed her the note--without thinking of what that hand had done to her husband that night. , If there is a chance, it is possible to do something to him.

"Dearest — take courage. I'm as usual. Your appointment with your father is a big influence around me. Can't reply. Kiss our baby for me." A few words and nothing more.But the recipient was overjoyed.She turned away from Defarge, turned to his wife, and kissed a hand that was knitting.It was a passionate, loving, thankful feminine movement, but the hand didn't respond—it just dropped coldly and heavily, and began to weave again. There was something in the contact with that hand that turned Lucy off.She was about to put the note in her bodice when she froze, resting her hands on her neck, and looked terrified at Madame Defarge—the woman who was staring at her raised brow coldly and impassively.

"My dear," Mr. Lorry explained hastily, "there are frequent accidents in the street, which may not affect you, but Mrs. Defarge wants to see someone she can protect under such circumstances, and get to know her—to It takes time to recognize people, I believe it does," Mr Lorry said.He said these comforting words, but he also hesitated, because the blunt expressions of the three people made him more and more impressed. "Am I right, Citizen of Defarge?" Defarge looked gloomyly at his wife, and only grunted in acquiescence, but did not speak. "You'd better keep your dear child and our good Pross here, Lucy," said Mr. Lorry, trying to reassure in tone and manner, "our good Pross is an English lady who doesn't understand French, Defarge."

This young lady had a deep-seated belief that she was better than any foreigner; and no tribulation or danger would alter her belief.Now she came out with her arms folded, and said in English to Furies, the first person she saw, "Well, no problem, daredevil! I hope you're all right!" She coughed to Madame Defarge— It was British, but neither of the two paid much attention. "Is that his child?" said Madame Defarge, stopping her knitting for the first time, and pointing her needles at little Lucy like the finger of fate. "Yes, ma'am," answered Mr. Lorry, "the only daughter of our dreadful prisoner.",

The shadows of Madame Defarge and her companion fell upon the child, and seemed so menacing and menacing that her mother instinctively fell to her knees on the ground beside her, and took her in her arms.And so the shadow of Madame Defarge and her companion fell upon the mother and daughter again, menacingly and menacingly. "Enough, ma'am," said Madame Defarge. "I saw them, we can go." However, there was a vague threat in her barely controlled expression, although it was just some clues, it also made Lucy alert.She stretched out a beseeching hand to Madame Defarge's dress:

"Would you be kind to my poor husband! You wouldn't hurt him! Would you help me see him if you could?" "Your husband has nothing to do with me here," replied Madame Defarge, looking at her completely impassively; "it is your father's daughter who has to do with me here." "Then please have pity on my husband for me, and pity him for my child! I will put my hands together and beg for your mercy. You are the one we are most afraid of among you." Madame Defarge took this as a compliment, and looked at her husband.Defarge, who had been gnawing his thumbnail uneasily and watching her, immediately scowled and took on a stern look. "What did your husband say in that note?" said Madame Defarge, glancing at her, and laughing. "Influence, did he say anything about influence?" "My father has an influence on the people around my husband," Lucy hurriedly took out the letter from her corset, looked at the person who asked the question with frightened eyes, and did not look at the letter. "His influence will surely set him free!" said Madame Defarge. "Then let that influence work!" "As wife and mother," said Lucy with the utmost sincerity, "I beg you to have mercy on me, and not to use your influence against my innocent husband. Use it to help him! O sister, think of me, please, As a wife and mother!" Madame Defarge looked coldly at the beggar as usual, then turned to Furies and said: "Haven't we seen so few wives and mothers since we were the child's age—not even hers? Haven't we thought of them? Haven't we often seen their husbands and fathers Can't we see them in prison? Haven't we seen our sisters suffer all our lives? See ourselves suffer, our children suffer, have no money, no clothes, no food, no drink, suffer, suffer Oppressed, belittled?" "We haven't seen anything else," replied Furies. "We have suffered for many years," Madame Defarge's eyes returned to the appearance. "Now think about it! What is the suffering of a wife and mother to us?" She went on knitting again and went out.Nemesis followed her.Defarge was the last to go out, and he closed the door. "Courage, dear Lucy," said Rory, helping her to her feet. "Courage, courage! So far we've been doing well--many times better than many unfortunates have lately. Take heart, and thank God!" "I hope, and I am not thankful to God! But that dreadful woman seems to cast a shadow over me and all my hopes." "Nonsense, nonsense!" said Mr. Lorry. "Where does this pessimism come from in your little brave heart! A shadow, what's that? Nothing, Lucy." Although he said so, the attitude of the Defarges also left a shadow on him, and he was also very anxious in the secret part of his heart.