Повесть о двух городах / A Tale of Two Cities

] had any promise on it of healthy life or wholesome aspirations.

At last, the top of the staircase was gained, and they stopped for the third time. There was yet an upper staircase, of a steeper inclination and of contracted dimensions, to be ascended, before the garret story was reached. The keeper of the wine-shop, always going a little in advance, and always going on the side which Mr. Lorry took, as though he dreaded to be asked any question by the young lady, turned himself about here, and, carefully feeling in the pockets of the coat he carried over his shoulder, took out a key.

�The door is locked then, my friend?’ said Mr. Lorry, surprised.

�Ay. Yes,’ was the grim reply of Monsieur Defarge.

�You think it necessary to keep the unfortunate gentleman so retired?’

�I think it necessary to turn the key.’ Monsieur Defarge whispered it closer in his ear, and frowned heavily.

�Why?’

�Why! Because he has lived so long, locked up, that he would be frightened – rave – tear himself to pieces – die – come to I know not what harm – if his door was left open.

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�Is it possible!’ exclaimed Mr. Lorry.

�Is it possible!’ repeated Defarge, bitterly. �Yes. And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done – done, see you! – under that sky there, every day. Long live the Devil. Let us go on.’

This dialogue had been held in so very low a whisper, that not a word of it had reached the young lady’s ears.

But, by this time she trembled under such strong emotion, and her face expressed such deep anxiety, and, above all, such dread and terror, that Mr. Lorry felt it incumbent on him to speak a word or two of reassurance.

�Courage, dear miss! Courage! Business! The worst will be over in a moment; it is but passing the room-door, and the worst is over. Then, all the good you bring to him, all the relief, all the happiness you bring to him, begin.

Let our good friend here, assist you on that side. That’s well, friend Defarge. Come, now. Business, business!’

They went up slowly and softly. The staircase was short, and they were soon at the top. There, as it had an abrupt turn in it, they came all at once in sight of three men, whose heads were bent down close together at the side of a door, and who were intently looking into the room to which the door belonged, through some chinks or holes in the wall.