i hoped it was true it was but i was again taken and condemned if i may ride with you citizen will you let me hold your hand i am not afraid but i am little and weak and it will give me more courage as the patient eyes were to his face he saw a sudden doubt in them and then astonishment he a tale of two cities pressed the work worn hunger worn young fingers and touched his lips are you dying for him she whispered and his wife and child hush yes oh you will let me hold your brave hand stranger hush yes my poor sister to the last the same shadows that are falling on the prison are falling in that same hour of the early afternoon on the barrier with the crowd about it when a coach going out of paris drives up to be examined who goes here whom have we within papers i the papers are handed out and read physician french which is he this is he this helpless murmuring wandering old man pointed out apparently the citizen doctor is not in his right mind the revolution fever will have been too much for him greatly too much for him many suffer with it his daughter french which is she this is she apparently it must be the wife of is it not it is has an elsewhere her child english this is she she and no other � me child of now thou hast a tale of two cities kissed a good republican something new in thy family remember it advocate english which is he he lies here in this comer of tlie carriage he too is pointed out apparently the english advocate is in a it is hoped he will recover in the air it is represented that he is not in strong health and has separated sadly from a friend who is under the displeasure of the republic is that all it is not a great deal that many are under the displeasure of the republic and must look out at the little window banker english which is he i am he necessarily being the last it is who has replied to all the previous questions it is who has alighted and stands with his hand on the coach door replying to a group of officials they leisurely walk round the carriage and leisurely mount the box to look at what little luggage it carries on the roof the country people hanging about press nearer to the coach doors and stare in a little child carried by its mother has its short arm held out for it that it may touch the wife of an who has gone to the behold your papers one can depart citizen one can depart forward my i a good journey i salute you citizens � and the first danger passed these are again the words of as he his hands and looks upward there is terror in a tale of two the carriage there is weeping there is the heavy breathing of the insensible traveller are we not going too slowly can they not be induced to go faster asks clinging to the old man it would seem like flight my darling i must not urge them too much it would rouse suspicion look back look back and see if we are pursued the road is clear my dearest so far we are not pursued houses in and pass by us solitary farms buildings works and the like open country avenues of trees the hard pavement is under us the soft deep mud is on either side sometimes we strike into the mud to avoid the stones that clatter us and shake us and sometimes we stick in and there the agony of our impatience is then so great that in our wild alarm and hurry we are for getting out and running � hiding � doing anything but stopping out of the open country in again among buildings solitary farms works and the like cottages in and avenues of trees have these men deceived us and taken us back by another road is not this the same place twice over thank heaven no a village look back look back and see if we are pursued i hush the house leisurely our four horses are taken out leisurely the coach stands in the little street of horses and with no upon it of ever moving again leisurely the new horses come into visible existence one by one leisurely the new follow and a tale of two cities the lashes of their leisurely the old count their money make wrong additions and arrive at dissatisfied results all the time our hearts are beating at a rate that would far the gallop of the horses ever at length the new are in their and the old are left behind we are through the village up the hill and down the hill and on the low watery grounds suddenly the exchange speech with animated and the horses are up almost on their we are pursued ho i within the carriage there speak then what is it asks mr looking out at window how many did they say i do not understand you � at the last post how many to the to day � fifty two i said so a brave number my fellow citizen here would have it forty two ten more heads are worth having the goes handsomely i love it hi forward then the night comes on dark he moves more he is beginning to revive and to speak he thinks they are still together he asks him by his name what he has in his hand oh pity us kind heaven and help us i look out look out and see if we are pursued the wind is rushing after us and the clouds are flying aft cr us and the 