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 itssilent track in the water disappeared, the prayer that had broken upout of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poorblindnesses and errors, ended in the words, "I am the resurrection andthe life." Mr. Lorry was already out when he got back, and it was easy tosurmise where the good old man was gone. Sydney Carton drank nothingbut a little coffee, ate some bread, and, having washed and changed torefresh himself. The court was all astir and a-buzz, when the black sheep- whommany fell away from in dread- pressed him into an obscure corner amongthe crowd. Mr. Lorry was there, and Doctor Manette was there. Shewas there, sitting beside her father. When her husband was brought in, she turned a look upon him, sosustaining, so encouraging, so full of admiring love and pityingtenderness, yet so courageous for his sake, that it called the healthyblood into his face, brightened his glance, and animated his heart. Ifthere had been any eyes to notice the influence of her look, on SydneyCarton, it would have been seen to be the same influence exactly. Before that unjust Tribunal, there was little or no order ofprocedure, ensuring to any accused person any reasonable hearing.There could have been no such Revolution, if all laws, forms, andceremonies, had not first been so monstrously abused, that thesuicidal vengeance of the Revolution was to scatter them all to thewinds. Every eye was turned to the jury. The same determined patriots andgood republicans as yesterday and the day before, and to-morrow andthe day after. Eager and prominent among them, one man with acraving face, and his fingers perpetually hovering about his lips,whose appearance gave great satisfaction to the spectators. Alife-thirsting, cannibal-looking, bloody-minded juryman, the JacquesThree of St. Antoine. The whole jury, as a jury of dogs empanelledto try the deer. Every eye then turned to the five judges and the publicprosecutor. No favourable leaning in that quarter to-day. A fell,uncompromising, murderous business-meaning there. Every eye thensought some other eye in the crowd, and gleamed at it approvingly; andheads nodded at one another, before bending forward with a strainedattention. Charles Evremonde, called Darnay. Released yesterday. Reaccusedand retaken yesterday. Indictment delivered to him last night.Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one of afamily of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had usedtheir abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people.Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, in right of such proscription,absolutely Dead in Law.
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