[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

Ramona looked around in bewilderment in the deserted tavern.She didn't wait for Caton, but she heard the familiar heavy footsteps coming up from the street, it was her parents.Shocked, Ramona quickly jumped forward and moved the door panel away.The Defarges entered the house immediately after.

"Why! Why is the door half closed?" asked Defarge.

"It's nothing, I have nothing to do." Ramona said with an air of indifference.She is not used to lying.Fortunately, however, the Defarges were not in the mood to argue with her about this, and they went straight to the back room.Madame Defarge had come back for the letter. "The old doctor just spoke for him in court today. If we sue like this, they will not easily believe that he also sued Evremond. With evidence, it will be much easier! They arrest people It will be even faster!"

Her friend, the Nemesis, fully agrees with this notion.Therefore, Madame Defarge deliberately made a great sacrifice. She gave up watching the beheadings of the last dozen people, and went back to the tavern ahead of time to get the letter.That way, she could join up with the Nemesis when the beheading was complete and the crowd dispersed, and together they would go and denounce Evremond again.

With excitement and ecstasy, she lifted a floor tile and took out a small iron box from underneath.Open it and have a look, great, the letter paper is still stuffed inside!Clutching it in her hand, she strode out, with Defarge following her in silence.When she reached the door, she suddenly thought that she should check it again and look at the words and sentences that were enough to make her revenge.So with a movement of her fingers, she pushed open the lid of the box and spread out the letter paper.

She let out a growl.It was a sound so ferocious that a man could not make it. It was the roar of a lion in the jungle when he saw his food being taken from his mouth by a hyena.how!The letter is gone!Dr. Manette's crimes, written in blood, are now a wine account written in ordinary ink! For 36 years, she waited wholeheartedly for revenge, and was about to taste the sweet taste of the enemy's blood and tears, but at the last moment it turned into nothing!

Anger distorted her face, making that pretty face now look indescribably hideous.Both her husband and daughter were stunned by the turn of events.Madame Defarge threw away the torn paper and roared angrily, "Who--touched--this--box?!"

Ramona had been overwhelmed by her mother's sudden outburst of anger.The poor girl shivered with fright, and shrank against the wall, not understanding what great changes had taken place.She turned her eyes to her father for help.Defarge picked up the paper on the ground, and after only one glance, his expression changed. "The letter has been changed!" he cried. "Who!"

In fact, Ramona still had a chance at this time.She can say that she doesn't know what happened, she doesn't know what letter, what iron box, and her parents won't catch any evidence.But she had long been petrified, unable to think of any clever ideas, and this time her impulsive and reckless character ruined her. "It's him!" she cried. "It must be him! He lied to me!"

"Who?" asked Madame Defarge, advancing like a terrible beast. "Who?"

"Yes, it's a man." Ramona stammered, she had no intention of lying at this time, but her mind went blank under the panic, and she accidentally concealed many details through forgetting, "He, I , I told him about the letter, and he said, I, I wonder what you hid, and then I, I read it with him..."

"Who is he?" Madame Defarge took another step closer, and Ramona was already huddled against the wall in fright, "Who is that man!"

"Yes, yes," cried Ramona, "he said, he said his name was Sidney Carton..."

This is an unfamiliar name to the Defarge family, but it doesn't matter. "You gave that letter to a strange man!" asked Madame Defarge in a cold tone, which did not mean that her anger had subsided, on the contrary, it was a sign that the flame had reached incandescence. A man stole the letter!"

She reached to her waist and drew the loaded pistol/gun, but before she could raise her arm, she was held down by Defarge who rushed forward. "Let go!" she yelled.

"It's your daughter!" cried Defarge, "you can't do that!"

"I have no such daughter!" said Madame Defarge.

The two of them wrestled fiercely into a ball.Defarge was stronger, but he had to take care not to hurt Madame Defarge, and Madame Defarge had no restraint.She failed at the last moment, and 36 years of painstaking waiting turned into smoke before her eyes. Such anger and hatred had burned all her sanity.Feeling that the pistol/gun was gradually coming out of her hand, she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

That was the first shot heard in the street.Everyone was shocked, only Caton rushed in without hesitation.When he rushed into the cafe, he saw Defarge lying on the floor with a pool of blood on his chest, and Madame Defarge raised her pistol and was aiming at the terrified girl.Without hesitation, Carton bumped into Madame Defarge and pushed her aside.

It was like a cheetah pounced on an elephant.Caton was thin and thin, and it was difficult to shake Mrs. Defarge, but with that momentum, he managed to knock Mrs. Defarge two steps aside, grabbed her arm, and began to wrestle with her.Immediately after, the loyal Miss Pross rushed in, and she was equal to Madame Defarge.For a moment, they seemed to have turned into a three-headed and six-armed monster, where everyone kicked, entangled, and rolled into a ball.They kicked and beat, Miss Pross clung to Madame Defarge's waist, and Carton fought desperately for her gun.At last they rolled into a ball on the floor, and there was a shot from within the ball.

"My God!" cried Lucy, with tears in her eyes.She ran over from the door in a hurry, not even caring about her own safety.Charles followed her closely and also ran over.But fortunately, both Miss Pross and Caton stood up from the floor.When the smoke cleared, two bodies were left on the ground: Defarge and Mrs. Defarge, both died of the trigger pulled by Mrs. Defarge herself.

"God, my God!" Lucy exclaimed. She ran forward and hugged Miss Pross tightly, and then turned around to hold Carton's hand tightly. "This is...how is it—!"

Everyone, standing at the door, was shocked by this tragedy.In the end, it was Dr. Manette who was the first to regain his sanity. "Let's go," he urged. "Go! Don't be caught!"

There was an earth-shaking commotion just now, and such a big commotion should have aroused some people's attention.But San Antonio was inhabited by the poorest paupers—that is to say, the most ardent revolutionaries.The neighbors are all in the execution ground at the moment, and no one heard the two gunshots, but it will be uncertain after a while.No one knows how far these sounds will travel, and someone will come to check.Moreover, the sky is getting dark, and soon all 56 good heads will fall, and people will go home, and then the murder will be discovered.

Everyone looked terrified, walked in a hurry, supported each other, half walked and half ran, and continued to run to the carriage.Only Carton glanced at it when he was going out: "What!" He shouted, "Where's the little girl!"

Ramona had already escaped during the three-person scuffle, and when he mentioned it, it occurred to Charles Dane that she had even bumped into his body, but at that time he was too nervous for the scene that was said to be life-threatening. Not fighting too much, not even noticing her. "I'm not going," Carton said. "I've got to find him. You first—"

"It won't work," said Dr. Manette. "You'll be caught!"

"Her parents are dead, and it's because of me!" Carton said, "How could I just leave like this?"

"Don't be silly, it's not your fault at all!" said Lucy. "Mr. Carton, please, come with us!"

"If you stay, you may be convicted of murder, but, as all of us have just seen, neither of these two deaths is your fault." Charles Darnay said, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, "Don't be stubborn, my friend. Come on, or we will stay with you."

There was already a faint commotion from the other side of the street.The farce over the guillotine was over.

"Go!" snapped Dr. Manette.He reached out and grabbed Carton by the shoulder, and Miss Pross took his other arm.The two of them almost dragged him away.

Mr. Lorry had hired a carriage.Thank God, the coachman, who was chatting enthusiastically with his friends, did not notice the family's panic at all.They divided into two carriages, the Lucy family and Carton in the first, and Miss Pross, Mr. Cruncher and Mr. Lowry in the second.The carriage immediately started on the road and stopped at the gate of the city again.

"Who's here? Who's in the car? Documents!"

The documents were handed out, and the inspectors looked at them one by one, peeking into the car with their probes. "Evermond. Ho! Released today? Congratulations, citizen! Sidney Carton, lawyer, Englishman. This one. You two look alike!"

The man knew of the grand acquittal of Charles Darnay earlier in the day, and he had counted the family as loyal friends of the Republic.He didn't bother with the formalities, and let them pass quickly.The two horses were galloping, and the poor family looked behind them in horror.A carriage is also coming from behind!There are forks and checkpoints ahead, they can't run too fast for fear of being suspicious, but after one year and three months, they finally escaped from this frightening city!

The road was empty, past empty fields, past rows of leafless trees.The shadows of dead branches cast a shape of teeth and claws on the window, and then disappeared in a flash.A few farm tools discarded by the field, a half-collapsed house.There was a jerk as the wheels rolled over the gravel.At this time, every second is elongated, and every shaking is magnified by people's keen senses.Dr. Manette closed his eyes and breathed heavily, Lucy was weeping and clasped her fingers on her chest, and Darnay silently held her in his arms.Sidney Carton clasped his hands together, put them on his chest, and raised his head to the sky.

"God," he sighed softly, "she's just an innocent child!"