us！　Our　customers　over　there；　seem　not　to　be　able　to　confide　their　property　to　us　fast　enough。　There　is　positively　a　mania　among　some　of　them　for　sending　it　to　England。'
  ‘That　has　a　bad　look；'　said　Darnay。
  ‘A　bad　look；　you　say；　my　dear　Darnay？　Yes；　but　we　don't　know　what　reason　there　is　in　it。　People　are　so　unreasonable！　Some　of　us　at　Tellson's　are　getting　old；　and　we　really　can't　be　troubled　out　of　the　ordinary　course　without　due　occasion。'
  ‘Still；'　said　Darnay；　‘you　know　how　gloomy　and　threatening　the　sky　is。'
  ‘I　know　that；　to　be　sure；'　assented　Mr。　Lorry；　trying　to　persuade　himself　that　his　sweet　temper　was　soured；　and　that　he　grumbled；　‘but　I　am　determined　to　be　peevish　after　my　long　day's　botheration。　Where　is　Manette？'
  ‘Here　he　is；'　said　the　Doctor；　entering　the　dark　room　at　the　moment。
  ‘I　am　quite　glad　you　are　at　home；　for　these　hurries　and　forebodings　by　which　I　have　been　surrounded　all　day　long；　have　made　me　nervous　without　reason。　You　are　not　going　out；　I　hope？'
  ‘No；　I　am　going　to　play　backgammon　with　you；　if　you　like；'　said　the　Doctor。
  ‘I　don't　think　I　do　like；　if　I　may　speak　my　mind。　I　am　not　fit　to　be　pitted　against　you　to…night。　Is　the　tea…board　still　there；　Lucie？　I　can't　see。'
  ‘Of　course；　it　has　been　kept　for　you。'
  ‘Thank　ye；　my　dear。　The　precious　child　is　safe　in　bed？'
  ‘And　sleeping　soundly。
  ‘That's　right；　all　safe　and　well！　I　don't　know　why　anything　should　be　otherwise　than　safe　and　well　here；　thank　God；　but　I　have　been　so　put　out　all　day；　and　I　am　not　as　young　as　I　was！　My　tea；　my　dear！　Thank　ye。　Now；　come　and　take　your　place　in　the　circle；　and　let　us　sit　quiet；　and　hear　the　echoes　about　which　you　have　your　theory。'
  ‘Not　a　theory；　it　was　a　fancy。'
  ‘A　fancy；　then；　my　wise　pet；'　said　Mr。　Lorry；　patting　her　hand。　‘They　are　very　numerous　and　very　loud；　though；　are　they　not？　Only　hear　them！'
  Headlong；　mad；　and　dangerous　footsteps　to　force　their　way　into　anybody's　life；　footsteps　not　easily　made　clean　again　if　once　stained　red；　the　footsteps　raging　in　Saint　Antoine　afar　off；　as　the　little　circle　sat　in　the　dark　London　window。
  Saint　Antoine　had　been；　that　morning；　a　vast　dusky　mass　of　scarecrows　heaving　to　and　fro；　with　frequent　gleams　of　light　above　the　billowy　heads；　where　steel　blades　and　bayonets　shone　in　the　sun。　A　tremendous　roar　arose　from　the　throat　of　Saint　Antoine；　and　a　forest　of　naked　arms　struggled　in　the　air　like　shrivelled　branches　of　trees　in　a　winter　wind：　all　the　fingers　convulsively　clutching　at　every　weapon　or　semblance　of　a　weapon　that　was　thrown　up　from　the　depths　below；　no　matter　how　far　off。
  Who　gave　them　out；　whence　they　last　came；　where　they　began；　through　what　agency　they　crookedly　quivered　and　jerked；　scores　at　a　time；　over　the　heads　of　the　crowd；　like　a　kind　of　lightning；　no　eye　in　the　throng　could　have　told；　but；　muskets　were　being　distributedso　were　cartridges；　powder；　and　ball；　bars　of　iron　and　wood；　knives；　axes；　pikes；　every　weapon　that　distracted　ingenuity　could　discover　or　devise。　People　who　could　lay　hold　of　nothing　else；　set　themselves　with　bleeding　hands　to　force　stones　and　bricks　out　of　their　places　in　walls。　Every　pulse　and　heart　in　Saint　Antoine　was　on　high…fever　strain　and　at　high…fever　heat。　Every　living　creature　there　held　life　as　of　no　account；　and　was　demented　with　a　passionate　readiness　to　sacrifice　it。
  As　a　whirlpool　of　boiling　waters　has　a　centre　point；　so；　all　this　raging　circled　round　Defarge's　wine…shop；　and　every　human　drop　in　the　caldron　had　a　tendency　to　be　sucked　towards　the　vortex　where　Defarge　himself；　already　begrimed　with　gunpowder　and　sweat；　issued　orders；　issued　arms；　thrust　this　man　back；　dragged　this　man　forward；　disarmed　one　to　arm　another；　laboured　and　strove　in　the　thickest　of　the　uproar。
  ‘Keep　near　to　me；　Jacques　Three；'　cried　Defarge；　‘and　do　you；　Jacques　One　and　Two；　separate　and　put　yourselves　at　the　head　of　as　many　of　these　patriots　as　you　can。　Where　is　my　wife？'
  ‘Eh；　well！　Here　you　see　me！'　said　madame；　composed　as　ever；　but　not　knitting　to…day。　Madame's　resolute　right　hand　was　occupied　with　an　axe；　in　place　of　the　usual　softer　implements；　and　in　her　girdle　were　a　pistol　and　a　cruel　knife。
  ‘Where　do　you　go；　my　wife？'
  ‘I　go；'　said　madame；　‘with　you　at　present。　You　shall　see　me　at　the　head　of　women；　by…and…by。'
  ‘Come；　then！'　cried　Defarge；　in　a　resounding　voice。　‘Patriots　and　friends；　we　are　ready！　The　Bastille！'
  With　a　roar　that　sounded　as　if　all　the　breath　in　France　had　been　shaped　into　the　detested　word；　the　living　sea　rose；　wave　on　wave；　depth　on　depth；　and　overflowed　the　city　to　that　point。　Alarm…bells　ringing；　drums　beating；　the　sea　raging　and　thundering　on　its　new　beach；　the　attack　‘begun。
  Deep　ditches；　double　drawbridge；　massive　stone　walls；　eight　great　towers；　cannon；　muskets；　fire　and　smoke。　Through　the　fire　and　through　the　smokein　the　fire　and　in　the　smoke；　for　the　sea　cast　him　up　against　a　cannon；　and　on　the　instant　he　became　a　cannonierDefarge　of　the　wine…shop　worked　like　a　manful　soldier；　Two　fierce　hours。
  Deep　ditch；　single　drawbridge；　massive　stone　walls；　eight　at　towers；　cannon；　muskets；　fire　and　smoke。　One　drawbridge　down！　‘Work；　comrades　all；　work！　Work；　Jacques　；　Jacques　Two；　Jacques　One　Thousand；　Jacques　Two　Thousand；　Jacques　Five…and…Twenty　Thousand；　in　the　name　of　all　the　Angels　or　the　Devilswhich　you　preferwork！'　Thus　Defarge　of　the　wine…shop；　still　at　his　gun；　which　had　long　grown　hot。
  ‘To　me；　women！'　cried　madame　his　wife。　‘What！　We　can　kill　as　well　as　the　men　when　the　place　is　taken！'　And　to　her；　with　a　shrill　thirsty　cry；　trooping　women　variously　armed；　but　all　armed　alike　in　hunger　and　revenge。
  Cannon；　muskets；　fire　and　smoke；　but；　still　the　deep　ditch；　the　single　drawbridge；　the　massive　stone　walls；　and　the　eight　great　towers。　Slight　displacements　of　the　raging　sea；　made　by　the　falling　wounded。　Flashing　weapons；　blazing　torches；　smoking　waggon…loads　of　wet　straw；　hard　work　at　neighbouring　barricades　in　all　directions；　shrieks；　volleys；　execrations；　bravery　without　stint；　boom；　smash　and　rattle；　and　the　furious　sounding　of　the　living　sea；　but；　still　the　deep　ditch；　and　the　single　drawbridge；　and　the　massive　stone　walls；　and　the　eight　great　towers；　and　still　Defarge　of　the　wine…shop　at　his　gun；　grown　doubly　hot　by　the　service　of　Four　fierce　hours。
  A　white　flag　from　within　the　fortress；　and　a　parleythis　dimly　perceptible　through　the　raging　storm；　nothing　audible　in　itsuddenly　the　sea　rose　immeasurably　wider　and　higher；　and　swept　Defarge　of　the　wine…shop　over　the　lowered　draw…bridge；　past　the　massive　stone　outer　walls；　in　among　the　eight　great　towers　surrendered！
  So　resistless　was　the　force　of　the　ocean　bearing　him　on；　that　even　to　draw　his　breath　or　turn　his　head　was　as　impracticable　as　if　he　had　been　struggling　in　the　surf　at　the　South　Sea；　until　he　was　landed　in　the　outer　court…yard　of　the　Bastille。　There；　against　an　angle　of　a　wall；　he　made　a　struggle　to　look　about　him。　Jacques　Three　was　nearly　at　his　side；　Madame　Defarge；　still…heading　some　of　her　women；　was　visible　in　the　inner　distance；　and　her　knife　was　in　her　hand。　Everywhere　was　tumult；　exultation；　deafening　and　maniacal　bewilderment；　astounding　noise；　yet　furious　dumb…show。
  ‘The　Prisoners！'
  ‘The　Records！'
  ‘The　secret　cells！'
  ‘The　instruments　of　torture！'
  ‘The　Prisoners！'
  Of　all　these　cries；　and　ten　thousand　incoherencies；　‘The　Prisoners！'　was　the　Cry　most　taken　up　by　the　sea　that　rushed　in；　as　if　there　were　an　eternity　of　people；　as　well　as　of　time　and　space。　When　the　foremost　billows　rolled　past；　bearing　the　prison　officers　with　them；　and　threatening　them　all　with　instant　death　if　any　secret　nook　remained　undisclosed；　Defarge　laid　his　strong　hand　on　the　breast　of　one　of　these　mena　man　with　a　grey　head；　who　had　a　lighted　torch　in　his　handseparated　him　from　the　rest；　and　got　him　between　himself　and　the　wall。
  ‘Show　me　the　North　Tower！'　said　Defarge。　‘Quick！'
  ‘I　will　faithfully；'　replied　the　man；　‘if　you　will　come　with　me。
  But　there　is　no　one　there。'
  ‘What　is　the　meaning　of　One　Hundred　and　Five；　North　Tower？'　asked　Defarge。　‘Quick！'
  ‘The　meaning；　monsieur？'
  ‘Does　it　mean　a　captive；　or　a　place　of　captivity？　Or　do　you　mean　that　I　shall　strike　you　dead？'
  ‘Kill　him！'　croaked　Jacques　Three；　who　had　come　close　up。
  ‘Monsieur；　it　is　a　cell。'
  ‘Show　it　me！'
  ‘Pass　this　way；　then。'
  Jacques　Three；　with　his　usual　craving　on　him；　and　evidently　disappointed　by　the　dialogue　taking　a　turn　that　did　not　seem　to　promise　bloodshed；　held　by　Defarge's　arm　as　he　held　by　the　turnkey's。　Their　three　heads　had　been　close　together　during　this　brief　discourse；　and　it　had　been　as　much　as　they　could　do　to　hear　one　another；　even　then：　so　tremendous　was　the　noise　of　the　living　ocean；　in　its　irruption　into　the　Fortress；　and　its　inundation　of　the　courts　and　passages　and　staircases。　All　around　outside；　too；　it　beat　the　walls　with　a　deep；　hoarse　roar；　from　which；　occasionally；　some　partial　shouts　of　tumult　broke　and　leaped　into　the　air　like　spray。
  Through　gloomy　vaults　where　the　light　of　day　had　never　shone；　past　hideous　doors　of　dark　dens　and　cages；　down　cavernous　flights　of　steps；　and　again　up　steep　rugged　ascents　of　stone　and　brick；　more　like　dry　waterfalls　than　stairc