Chapter 38 Chapter 6 Victory

The formidable court of five judges, a national prosecutor, and a staunch jury sits every day.They send out lists every night, and the wardens of each prison announce them to the prisoners.The warden has a standard quip, "People in the cell, come out and listen to the evening paper!" "Charles Evermond, aka Darnay." Thus began La Force's evening papers at last. Call a name, and that person will go to a nearby place, which is specially prepared for this kind of people who are listed in the book of life and death.Charles Evermond, aka Darnay, had reason to know of this habit.He had seen hundreds of people go away like this never to return.

His bloated warden, who wears glasses to read the list, checks to see if the prisoners are in place, pauses after each name, and then continues until the end.Twenty-three names were read, but only twenty answered; one had died in prison and was forgotten; the other two had long been guillotined and were also forgotten.The place where the list was announced was the room where the convicts socialized on the night of Darnay's arrival - the cupola.All that group had perished in the massacre--he had missed them after that, but never saw them--on the guillotine. There were hasty farewells and wishes, but it was over quickly—for it was the order of the day, and the people at La Force were busy that night with a penalty game and a small concert.The people involved crowded to the iron gate to shed their tears, but there were 20 people missing from the planned entertainment program, and they needed to be replenished, and the closing time was approaching.The time is too short, and the common rooms and corridors will be occupied by mastiffs overnight.Far from being insensitive or unsympathetic, the prisoners lived their lives as conditions forced them to do so.Likewise, although subtly different, certain persons were no doubt driven by some kind of fanaticism and excitement to fight in vain against the guillotine, and to die there.This is not an exaggeration, but a madness contagious in the minds of a public shaken by madness.In times of plague, some people are attracted by the secret of the disease, and have a terrible accidental impulse. If they want to die of the plague, people have similar strange tendencies in their hearts, but they have to be induced by circumstances.

The passage to the Inquisition Prison was short but dark; the nights in its vermin-infested cells were cold and long.The next day fifteen prisoners entered the court before Charles Darnay's name was called.All fifteen people were sentenced to death, and the entire interrogation took only one and a half hours. "Charles Evermond, aka Darnay" was finally arraigned. His judges sat in their benches in plumed hats, and the others mainly wore red coarse caps with tricolor badges.Looking at the jury and the chaotic audience, he might have thought that the normal order was reversed, and that criminals were judging honest people!The meanest, cruelest, and most evil person in the city, and the man who has never lacked that meanness, cruelty, and evil spirit is now the dominating elf.They commented, applauded, yelled against, guessed and estimated, or contributed to the flames. They were all unscrupulous.Most of the men carried some kind of regular weapons, some of the women carried short knives, some carried daggers, some watched the excitement while eating and drinking, and many women were knitting wool.One of the women knitting was sitting next to a man in the front row, with thread in her hand and balls of thread under her arm.He had not seen the man since he left the gate, but he remembered at once that it was Defarge.He noticed that the woman whispered in his ear once or twice, so he guessed that she was his wife.But what struck him most about these two men was that, although they both sat as close to him as possible, they never looked at him.They seemed to be waiting with dogged determination, their eyes never on anything but the jury.Dr. Manette sat in the bench below the President's bench, plainly dressed as usual, and, so far as the prisoner could see, he and Mr. Lorry were the only ones who had nothing to do with the court, and wore everyday clothes instead of rough Carmani. Ola outfit.

The Public Prosecutor accused Charles Darnay of being a fugitive, punishable by death under the laws of the Republic which banish all fugitives and return to death.Although the date of publication of the decree was after he returned to France, it could not affect the judgment.He was already in France at this time, and the decree was issued, he was arrested in France, and the death penalty was demanded. "Kill his head!" the audience yelled. "Enemies of the Republic!" The presiding judge rang the bell for silence, and then asked the prisoner if he had lived in England for many years.

no doubt. Then he shouldn't be considered an exile, should he?What should he call himself? He hoped that according to the meaning and spirit of the law, he would not belong to the list of fugitives. Why, the President demanded to know. For he had voluntarily renounced a title he detested, a position he detested, and left his country to live in England by his own industry, and not by that of the overburdened French people.When he gave up, the term fugitive, currently accepted by the courts, was not in use. What proof does he have for this? He proposed the names of two witnesses: ThéophileGarber and Alexander.Manette.

But he got married in England, didn't he?The President reminded him. Yes, but the subject is not British. Are you a French citizen? Yes.By nationality of birth Yes. what is her name?family? "My name is Lucy Manette, Dr. Manette's only daughter. The good doctor sits in a carmagnola dress: a dress in France around 1792, with a wide lapel jacket (itself It’s called a Carmagnola shirt) with black trousers, a red beanie and a tricolor belt. There.” This answer had a welcome effect on the audience.Shouts of praise for the famous and good doctor shook the hall.The people who were touched were extremely capricious, and tears rolled down their ferocious faces immediately, but just now they were still staring at him with gritted teeth, as if they couldn't hold back, they wanted to drag him into the street and kill him immediately.

Charles Darnay followed every step of the dangerous road as Dr. Manette had repeatedly instructed.The doctor's careful advice guided every step before him and prepared him for every detail. The president asked him why he did not return to France until then instead of earlier? The simple reason he hadn't come back sooner, he replied, was that he had given up his property and could not earn a living in France, while in England he was teaching French and French literature.His return at that time was due to the urging and written request of a French citizen who stated that his life was in danger if he did not return.He came back to save a citizen's life, regardless of personal safety to testify and defend the truth.Can this be considered a crime in the eyes of the Republic?

The crowd enthusiastically shouted, "Not counting!" The president rang the bell to silence everyone, but the people were not silent, and still shouted "Not counting!" The president asked who the citizen was.The defendant said that the citizen was his first witness.He also spoke with certainty of the man's letter, which had been taken from him at the gate of the city, and which he believed to be found in the files of the presiding judge. The letter was in the file—the doctor had arranged for it and had promised him that it would be found.The trial reached this stage, the letter was found and read, and Citizen Garber was sent to testify.Garber proved true.Citizen Garber also hints, with the utmost tact and politeness, that he has been somewhat neglected in the monastery prison, and in fact has been quite neglected, owing to the pressure created by the numerous enemies of the republic to create trouble for the courts that punish them. Forgotten by the court's memory of loyalty to the country, he was tried only three days ago.At his trial, the jury declared that Citizen Evremonde (also known as Darnay) voluntarily surrendered and answered the charges against him, the jury was satisfied and released him.

Dr. Manette was then summoned.His lofty reputation and clear answers gave people an excellent impression.He went on to point out that the accused was his first friend after his release from long prison terms, and that he remained in the UK with his daughter while they were living overseas, and that he was devoted and caring to them both.He added that the aristocracy there disliked the defendant so much that he had actually tried him as an enemy of England and a friend of the United States, with intent to kill him.The physician, relying on the force of immediate facts and his own sincerity, presented the foregoing with care and discretion, and the jury agreed with the public.Finally he asked to let those who were present at this time. , an Englishman, Mr Lorry, testified.Mr Lowry had been a witness at the trial in England, as he had, and could attest to the truth of his account of the trial.At this time the jury declared that they had heard enough material, and if the president was satisfied, they could vote immediately.

The jury voted by roll call one by one, and the crowd applauded and cheered every time they cast a vote, and everyone unanimously supported the defendant.The president acquitted the accused. Then a very unusual scene occurred.That is what the masses sometimes use to satisfy their capricious psychology, or to show their tolerance and compassion an impulse, or to counteract their violence and blood debt.No one can tell exactly which of the above-mentioned motives this extremely unusual scene originated from. It may be a combination of the three motives, but the second one is the main one!As soon as the decision of acquittal was announced, the people burst into tears, as they do on other occasions.Anyone who can jump to his side, regardless of gender, rushes to hug him.After a long and unhealthy captivity, he was almost exhausted and passed out.It was also because he knew very well that the same people, if caught up in another trend, would have rushed at him with equal intensity, torn him to pieces, and thrown them all over the street.

There were other defendants to stand trial, and he had to withdraw, to make room, which freed him from all the caresses.Here are five more to be tried at the same time as enemies of the Republic, for having neither spoken nor acted in support of it.What the court and the state lost on Darnay were quickly made up for.Darnay had not yet left the courtroom when the five men, condemned to death and to be executed within twenty-four hours, were brought to him.The first of the five held up a finger--a code word for "death" commonly used in prisons--and told him, at which point they all went on to say, "Long live the Republic!" Indeed, the five had no audience to accompany them any more, for people crowded the gates when Darnay went out with Dr. Manette.The crowd seemed to include every face he had seen in court.Only two were missing, and he looked around for them, but couldn't find them.As soon as he went out, the crowd flocked to him again, weeping, embracing, and shouting, sometimes in shifts, sometimes all at once.There was such a frenzy that the water by the river below seemed to be as frantic as the people. A large chair was brought from the courtroom, or from some room or passage, and he was thrust into it.They unfurled a red flag on a chair, fastened a spear to the back of the chair, and hung a red cap on the point of the spear, and carried him home on their shoulders in the victorious cart, although the doctor Repeated requests were not stopped.Surrounding him was a sea of ​​red caps, and from the depths of the storm raised the faces of those who died in the shipwreck, making him wonder many times whether he was insane and sitting on death row. The car went to the guillotine. The crowd carried him along like a procession in a ridiculous dream.They hugged anyone they saw, and pointed him out for others to see.They walked slowly round and round the streets, illuminating the snow-covered streets with the popular colors of the Republic—and they had painted the snow-white streets red with deeper colors.So they carried him to the building where Lucy lived.Her father rushed ahead to get her ready.When her husband got out of the station and straightened up, she passed out in his arms. He held her to his chest, turning her beautiful head to him, away from the tumultuous crowd, so that they would not see her lips merge with his tears.A few people started dancing, and some responded immediately.The courtyard echoed to the tune of Carmagnola.Then they found a young woman from the crowd and stuffed it into an empty chair and lifted it up high as the Statue of Liberty.The crowd was again unrestrained, flooding the adjacent streets, embankments and bridges, and the Carmagnola song attracted everyone and swept them into it. Darnay firmly grasped the hand of the doctor, who stood before him triumphantly and proudly; He was out of breath; Darnay kissed little Lucy, who was lifted up, and she put her little arms around his neck; he embraced the ever-warm and faithful Pross, who carried little Lucy Give him a kiss.Then he took his wife into his arms and took him upstairs to the room. "Lucy, my Lucy, I am safe." "Oh, dearest Charles, let me kneel and thank God as I pray!" The whole family bowed their heads reverently and paid tribute in their hearts.When she threw herself into his arms again, he said to her: "Now tell your father, dearest, that he has done for me what no one else in France can do." She put her head on her father's chest as he had put his head on hers long ago.The father is happy because he can repay his daughter, he is rewarded for the suffering he has endured, and he is proud of his strength. "You must not be weak, my dear," he protested, "don't tremble like this, I've got him out."