Jacques Three demanded how he afterwards
recognised him then?
`By his tall figure,' said the mender of
roads, softly, and with his finger at his nose. `When Monsieur the Marquis
demands that evening,, ``Say, what is he like?'' I make response, ``Tall as a
spectre.'''
`You should have said, short as a dwarf,'
returned Jacques Two.
`But what did I know? The deed was not then
accomplished, neither did he confide in me. Observe! Under those circumstances
even, I do not offer my testimony. Monsieur the Marquis indicates me with his
finger, standing near our little fountain, and says, ``To me! Bring that
rascal!'' My faith, messieurs, I offer nothing.'
`He is right there, Jacques,' murmured
Defarge, to him who had interrupted. `Go on!'
`Good!' said the mender of roads, with an
air of mystery. `The tall man is lost, and he is sought--how many months? Nine,
ten, eleven?'
`No matter, the number,' said Defarge. `He
is well hidden, but at last he is unluckily found. Go on!'
`I am again at work upon the hillside, and
the sun is again about to go to bed. I am collecting my tools to descend to my
cottage down in the village below, where it is already dark, when I raise my
eyes, and see coming over the hill six soldiers. In the midst of them is a tall
man with his arms bound--tied to his sides--like this!'
With the aid of his indispensable cap, he
represented a man with his elbows bound fast at his hips, with cords that were
knotted behind him.
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