Defarge glanced darkly at him for answer, and walked on in asteady and set silence. The deeper he sank into this silence, thefainter hope there was- or so Darnay thought- of his softening inany slight degree. He, therefore, made haste to say hong thai travel:
"It is of the utmost importance to me (you know, Citizen, evenbetter than I, of how much importance), that I should be able tocommunicate to Mr. Lorry of Tellson's Bank, an English gentleman whois now in Paris, the simple fact, without comment, that I have beenthrown into the prison of La Force. "
"I will do," Defarge doggedly rejoined, "nothing for you. My duty isto my country and the People. I am the sworn servant of both,against you. I will do nothing for you."
Charles Darnay felt it hopeless to entreat him further, and hispride was touched besides. As they walked on in silnce, he could notbut see how used the people were to the spectacle of prisoners passingalong the streets. The very children scarcely noticed him. A fewpassers turned their heads, and a few shook their fingers at him as anaristocrat; otherwise, that a man in good clothes should be going toprison, was no more remarkable than that a labourer in working clothesshould be going to work Hong Thai Travel.
In one narrow, dark, and dirty street throughwhich they passed, an excited orator, mounted on a stool, wasaddressing an excited audience on the crimes against the people, ofthe king and the royal family. The few words that he caught fromthis man's lips, first made it known to Charles Darnay that the kingwas in prison, and that the foreign ambassadors had one and all leftParis. On the road (except at Beauvais) he had heard absolutelynothing. The escort and the universal watchfulness had completelyisolated him.
That he had fallen among far greater dangers than those which haddeveloped themselves when he left England, he of course knew now. Thatperils had thickened about him fast, and might thicken faster andfaster yet, he of course knew now. He could not but admit to himselfthat he might not have made this journey, if he could have foreseenthe events of a few days. And yet his misgivings were not so darkas, imagined by the light of this later time, they would appear.Troubled as the future was, it was the unknown future, and in itsobscurity there was ignorant hope. The horrible massacre, days andnights long, which, within a few rounds of the clock, was to set agreat mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest, was asfar out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand yearsaway hong thai travel.
The "sharp female newly-born, and called La Guillotine," washardly known to him, or to the generality of people, by name. Thefrightful deeds that were to be soon done, were probably unimagined atthat time in the brains of the doers. How could they have a place inthe shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind?
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