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purposeless, until the stream absorbed it, and carried it on to the
sea.“Like me!” A trading-boat, with a sail of the softened colour of
a dead leaf, then glided into his view, floated by him, and died
away. As its silent track in the water disappeared, the prayer that
had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all
his poor blindnesses and errors, ended in the words, “I am the
resurrection and the life.” Mr. Lorry was already out when he got
back, and it was easy to surmise where the good old man was
gone. Sydney Carton drank nothing but a little coffee, ate some
bread, and, having washed and changed to refresh himself, went
out to the place of trial.
The court was all astir and a-buzz, when the black sheep-whom
many fell away from in dread-pressed him into an obscure corner
among the crowd. Mr. Lorry was there, and Doctor Manette was
there. She was there, sitting beside her father.
When her husband was brought in, she turned a look upon him, so
sustaining, so encouraging, so full of admiring love and pitying
tenderness, yet so courageous for his sake, that it called the healthy
blood into his face, brightened his glance, and animated his heart.
If there had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look, on
Sydney Carton, it would have been seen to be the same influence
Before that unjust Tribunal, there was little or no order of
procedure, ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing.
There could have been no such Revolution, if all laws, forms, and
ceremonies, had not first been so monstrously abused, that the
suicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to the
Every eye was turned to the jury. The same determined patriots
and good republicans as yesterday and the day before, and to-
morrow and the day after.
Eager and prominent among them, one man with a craving face,
and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips, whose
appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators. A life-
thirsting, cannibal-looking, bloody-minded juryman, the Jacques
Three of St. Antoine. The whole jury, as a jury of dogs empanelled
to try the deer.
Every eye then turned to the five judges and the public prosecutor.
No favourable leaning in that quarter to-day. A fell,
uncompromising, murderous businessmeaning there. Every eye
then sought some other eye in the crowd, and gleamed at it
approvingly; and heads nodded at one another, before bending
forward with a strained attention.