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“Jacques One, Jacques Two, Jacques Three! This is the witness
encountered by appointment, by me, Jacques Four. He will tell you
all. Speak, Jacques Five!” The mender of roads, blue cap in hand,
wiped his swarthy forehead with it, and said, “Where shall I
commence, monsieur?” “Commence,” was Monsieur Defarge’s not
unreasonable reply, “at the commencement.” “I saw him then,
messieurs,” began the mender of roads, “a year ago this running
summer, underneath the carriage of the Marquis, hanging by the
chain. Behold the manner of it. I leaving my work on the road, the
sun going to bed, the carriage of the Marquis slowly ascending the
hill, he hanging by the chain-like this.” Again the mender of roads
went through the whole performance; in which he ought to have
been perfect by that time, seeing that it had been the infallible
resource and indispensable entertainment of his village during a
whole year.

Jacques One struck in, and asked if he had ever seen the man
before? “Never,” answered the mender of roads, recovering his

Jacques Three demanded how he afterwards recognised him then?
“By his tall figure,” said the mender of roads, softly, and with his
finger at his nose. “When Monsieur the Marquis demands that
evening, ‘Say, what is he like?’ I make response, ‘Tall as a spectre.’”
“You should have said, short as a dwarf,” returned Jacques Two.
“But what did I know? The deed was not then accomplished,
neither did he confide in me. Observe! Under those circumstances
even, I do not offer my testimony. Monsieur the Marquis indicates
me with his finger, standing near our little fountain, and says, ‘To
me! Bring that rascal!’ My faith, messieurs, I offer nothing.” “He is
right there, Jacques,” murmured Defarge, to him who had

“Go on!”
“Good!” said the mender of roads, with an air of mystery. “The tall
man is lost, and he is sought-how many months? Nine, ten,
eleven?” “No matter, the number,” said Defarge. “He is well
hidden, but at last he is unluckily found. Go on!” “I am again at
work upon the hill-side, and the sun is again about to go to bed. I
am collecting my tools to descend to my cottage down in the
village below, where it is already dark, when I raise my eyes, and
see coming over the hill six soldiers. In the midst of them is a tall
man with his arms bound-tied to his sideslike this!” With the aid
of his indispensable cap, he represented a man with his elbows
bound fast at his hips, with cords that were knotted behind him.

“I stand aside, messieurs, by my heap of stones, to see the soldiers
and their prisoner pass (for it is a solitary road, that, where any
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