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Charles Evremonde, called Darnay. Released yesterday. Reaccused
and retaken yesterday. Indictment delivered to him last night.
Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one
of a family of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had
used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the
people. Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, in right of such
proscription, absolutely Dead in Law.
To this effect, in as few or fewer words, the Public Prosecutor.
The President asked, was the Accused openly denounced or
secretly? “Openly, President.” “By whom?” “Three voices. Ernest
Defarge, wine-vendor of St. Antoine.” “Good.
“Therese Defarge, his wife.” “Good.” “Alexandre Manette,
physician.” A great uproar took place in the court, and in the midst
of it, Doctor Manette was seen, pale and trembling, standing where
he had been seated.
“President, I indignantly protest to you that this is a forgery and a
fraud. You know the accused to be the husband of my daughter.
My daughter, and those dear to her, are far dearer to me than my
life. Who and where is the false conspirator who says that I
denounce the husband of my child!” “Citizen Manette, be tranquil.
To fail in submission to the authority of the Tribunal would be to
put yourself out of Law. As to what is dearer to you than life,
nothing can be so dear to a good citizen as the Republic.”
Loud acclamations hailed this rebuke. The President rang his bell,
and with warmth resumed.
“If the Republic should demand of you the sacrifice of your child
herself, you would have no duty but to sacrifice her. Listen to what
is to follow. In the meanwhile, be silent!” Frantic acclamations
were again raised. Doctor Manette sat down, with his eyes looking
around, and his lips trembling; his daughter drew closer to him.
The craving man on the jury rubbed his hands together, and
restored the usual hand to his mouth.
Defarge was produced, when the court was quiet enough to admit
of his being heard, and rapidly expounded the story of the
imprisonment, and of his having been a mere boy in the Doctor’s
service, and of the release, and of the state of the prisoner when
released and delivered to him. This short examination followed,
for the court was quick with its work.
“You did good service at the taking of the Bastille, citizen?” “I
believe so.” Here, an excited woman screeched from the crowd:
“You were one of the best patriots there. Why not say so? You were
a cannonier that day there, and you were among the first to enter
the accursed fortress when it fell. Patriots, I speak the truth!”