Chapter 43 Chapter Eleven Dusk

The wretched wives of those innocently condemned to death like this fell down as if mortally wounded upon hearing the sentence.But she said nothing; a voice in her heart told her that she was the only one in the world who could support him in his pain, and that she must never add to his pain.This thought made her stand up quickly from the blow. The judges were going outside to participate in a public procession, and the following trial was adjourned.People in the courtroom hurried out through several doors.Before the noise and action were over, Lucy stood up and stretched out her arms to her husband, with nothing but love and comfort on her face.

"If I could touch him! If I could hug him once! Oh, good citizens, that you could pity us so deeply!" Everyone went to the street to watch the excitement, only one warden and two of the four people who came to pick up the prisoner last night were left, and one was Barcelona.Barca said to the rest of the people, let her hug him, and it will only take a while. No one spoke, acquiesced. They made her walk across the court bench to a raised place where the prisoner could bend over the dock and hug his wife. "Farewell, dear darling of my soul. I bid my love my farewell, and we shall meet again where weary men sleep."

So said her husband, holding her to his chest. "I can take it, dear Charles. I have Heaven's support, don't suffer because of me. Give our child a parting blessing!", "Through you I bless her. Through you I kiss her. Through you I bid her farewell." "My husband. No! Stay a little longer!" He was already reluctantly leaving her. "We shall not part for long. I feel it will soon break my heart and die, but as long as I can, I will do my duty, and by the time I leave my daughter God has raised her My friend, God has done it for my sake." Her father has followed.He was about to succumb before them, but Darnay held him back with a hand, and cried:

"No, no! What have you done? What have you done? Why did you kneel before us? We understand now how painful your struggle was. We understand now that after you doubted and knew mine How much I was tortured in the family. Now I understand how many years you have fought against natural hatred for her fate and overcome it. We thank you with all our hearts, all our love and filial piety .May God bless you!" Her father's only answer was to run his hands through his white hair, wringing it and screaming. "It could have been otherwise," said the prisoner. "The present end is the result of a variety of factors. It is destiny. What first brought me to you was my never-successful attempt to fulfill my late mother's last wish. Such a crime can never produce good results, and by its very nature, Such an unfortunate beginning cannot produce a happy ending. Don't be sad, forgive me! God bless you!"

He was taken away.His wife let go and stood looking at him, clasping her hands as if praying, but her face lit up, even a kind of reassuring smile.After he had exited through the prisoner's door, she turned and laid her head on her father's chest, intending to speak to him, but fell fainting at his feet. At this time Sidney.Carlton stepped forward and helped her up.He came out of a secluded corner, and he never left there.Only her father and Mr. Lorry were with her at the time.His arms trembled as he took her and held her head.But there was something not entirely pity in his face, flushed with pride.

"Shall I carry her into the carriage? I won't think she's heavy." He gently picked her up, came to the door, and gently put her into a carriage.Her father and their old friend also got into the coach, and Carlton sat next to the coachman. When they came to the gate—where he had lingered in the darkness hours before, imagining what rough stones her dear feet had trod—he took her up the stairs again and into their room. room, put it on the bed.Her child and Miss Pross wept beside her. "Don't wake her up," he said softly to the Pross team, "it's better this way. She just fainted, don't rush her back to consciousness!".

"Oh, Carton, Carton, dear Carton, little Lucy cried and jumped up and threw her arms around his neck warmly. "Now that you're here, I think you'll be able to help mother And rescued dad!Ah, look at her, dear Carlton!Among so many people who love her, can you just watch her like this? " He bent over the child, put her delicate cheek against his own, and then let her go gently, looking at her unconscious mother. "Before I go," he said, but hesitated—"may I kiss her?" Afterwards they remembered that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips, he had whispered a few words.The child who was closest to him at the time told them she heard him say "the life you love".This is what she told her grandchildren after she became a grandmother herself.

Carton came to the next room, turned suddenly to Mr. Lorry and her father who were following behind, and said to the latter: "You were influential even yesterday, Dr. Manette, and you can at least try your influence now. The judges and those in power are very friendly to you and acknowledge your service, are they not?" "They never hid anything from me about Charles, and I was very firmly assured that I would save him, and I did," he answered painfully and slowly. "Try again. There is not much time between now and tomorrow afternoon, but try." "I'm going to try it, and I won't stop for a moment."

"That's all right. I've seen people with the power to stop you do great things—although," he said with a smile and a sigh, "although nothing so great has been done. Still. , Try it! Life is worthless if it is not used properly, but it is very valuable to use it on this issue. Even if it doesn’t work, there will be no loss.” "I'll go to the Attorney-General and the President at once," said Dr. Manette, "and others. It's better not to mention their names. I'll write--wait! There's a celebration in the street. Yes, I’m afraid no one will find it before dark.”

"It's true. It's okay! It was just a slim hope, and it won't be even slimmer if it gets dark. I really want to know your progress, but remember! I don't have extravagant hopes! When can you What about meeting these terrible powerful men, Dr. Manechi?" "I hope to see you as soon as it gets dark. An hour or two from now." "It gets dark just after four. We might as well extend it by an hour or two. If I'm at Mr. Lorry's at nine, can I hear from him or from yourself what's going on?" "can." "Good luck!" Mr. Lorry followed Sidney to the outer gate, and patted him on the shoulder as he went away to turn him around.

"I give up hope," said Mr. Lorry, in a low, sad voice. "I don't hold out hope either." "Even if one of these men, or even all of them, wanted to forgive him--which would be a fantasy, for what had his life or any other's life to them!--in the courtroom After such a scene, I also wonder if they would have the guts to do that." "I doubt it too. I heard the sound of an ax falling amidst the din." Mr. Lorry put his hand on the doorjamb, and leaned his face on it with his head bowed. "Don't be discouraged," said Carton very softly, "don't be sad. I encouraged Dr. Manette in that sense too. For I felt that someday it might be a consolation to Lucy, who might otherwise think that Darnay His life was abandoned and wasted at will, so he feels pain." "Yes, yes, yes," returned Mr. Lorry, wiping away his tears, "you are right. But he will die, and there is no real hope." "Yes, he will die, and there is no real hope," answered Carton, and went downstairs with firm steps.