英语听力：双城记. 12 A change of clothes

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　　12 A change of clothes

　　Charles Darnay passed his last night alone in the prison.

　　He had no hope. He knew he must die, not for anything he had done wrong, but for the crimes of his father and his uncle. He sat down to write to his wife：

　　I knew nothing about the time your father spent in prison until he told me. Even then I did not know that it was my family that had been so cruel to him. I told your father that my real name was Evrémonde, and he made me promise not to tell you. I am sure that he had forgotten the paper he had written, but what has happened now is not his fault. Take care of him and our child, and one day we shall all meet again in the happier world that comes after death.

　　Darnay did not sleep peacefully that night and in the morning he walked up and down his prison, waiting. He counted the hours—nine, gone for ever, ten, eleven, twelve gone for ever. At one o'clock he heard someone outside the door. The door opened and closed and there stood Sydney Carton, holding a warning finger to his lips.

　　'Be quiet！I come from your wife. She begs you to do exactly what I say, and to ask no questions. There is no time. Take off your boots and put on mine. '

　　'Carton, my dear friend, 'said Darnay, 'it is impossible to escape from this place. You will only die with me. '

　　'I'm not asking you to escape. Put on my shirt, and my coat. 'He did not allow Darnay time to argue or refuse. 'Now sit down and write what I say, 'he said. 'Quickly, my friend, quickly！'

　　'If you remember, 'he said, and Darnay wrote, 'the words we spoke¹ so long ago, you will understand this when you see it. 'As he said this, Carton took his hand from his pocket.

　　'What is that in your hand? 'asked Darnay.

　　'Nothing. Have you written“see it”? Good, now go on writing, 'said Carton quietly. 'I am happy that I can prove them now. This is not a reason for sadness. 'Carton's hand was close to Darnay's face, and he gently pressed a cloth against Darnay's nose and mouth. A minute later Darnay lay unconscious on the ground. Carton quickly dressed himself in Darnay's clothes, and pushed the note that Darnay had written inside Darnay's pocket. Then he went to the door and called softly², 'Come in now. '

　　The spy Barsad came in.

　　'Quick, help me, 'said Carton. 'You must help me to the coach. '

　　'You? 'asked the spy.

　　'Him, man, I've changed places with him. You can say that it was too much for him, saying his last goodbye to his friend. That happens quite often, I believe. '

　　'Yes, often, 'replied Barsad. 'But do you promise to keep me out of danger, and go on with this plan to the end? The number must be right. Fifty－two prisoners must die today. '

　　'Have I not already promised to be true to the death? Hurry, man！Take him to Mr Lorry, put him in the coach

　　yourself, and tell Mr Lorry to leave at once！'

　　Barsad called two men into the room, and told them to lift the unconscious man and carry him out.

　　'The time is short, Evrémonde, 'said Barsad, in a warning voice.

　　'I know it well, 'replied Carton. 'Be careful with my friend, and leave me. '

　　The door closed and Carton was left alone. He listened care－fully but there were only normal prison sounds. No shouts, no alarm bells. He waited calmly.

　　Soon he heard the sound of doors opening. The door of his prison cell opened and a man said, 'Follow me, Evrémonde！'and Carton followed him into a large, dark room.

　　There were many people there, some standing³, some sitting, some walking about, some crying. Most of them stood, silent, looking at the ground. A young woman came up to him；she was thin and pale.

　　'Citizen, Evrémonde, 'she said. ' I was with you in La Force. '

　　'True, 'he said softly, 'but I forget what you were accused of. '

　　'I am innocent⁴. What could a poor little thing like me do? I am not afraid to die, Citizen Evrémonde, but I have done nothing.

　　Her sad smile as she said this touched Carton's heart.

　　'They say that the Revolution will do so much good for the poor people, 'said the girl. 'How can my death help the poor? If it is true, I am willing to die, but I do not know how that can be. I heard that you were set free, Citizen Evrémonde, 'she went on. 'I hoped it was true. '

　　'It was, but I was taken again, and condemned⁵. '

　　'When we go from here, Citizen Evrémonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid but I am little and weak, and it will help to make me brave. 'The young girl looked into his face and he saw a sudden doubt come into her eyes, followed by surprise. He touched his lips with his finger.

　　'Are you dying⁶ for him? 'she whispered.

　　'And his wife and child. Yes. '

　　'Oh, will you let me hold your brave hand, stranger? '

　　'Yes, my poor sister, to the last. '

　　12 互换衣服

　　查尔斯·代尔那独自一人在监狱里过着他最后的一个夜晚。他不抱什么希望了。他知道他必须得死，不是因为他做错了什么事，而是因为他父亲和叔叔所犯下的罪行。他坐下来给他的妻子写信：

　　在你父亲告诉我以前，我对他在监狱中度过的岁月一无所知。即便那时我也不知道是我的家庭曾那样残忍地对待过他。我当时告诉你父亲我的真实姓氏是埃弗蒙，但他让我发誓不要告诉你。我相信他那时已经忘了他曾在监狱里写的那份记录。但是现在发生的事不是他的过错。你要好好照顾他和我们的孩子。会有一天我们将重逢在一个更幸福的世界里的，人们死后就会到来的那个世界。

　　代尔那那天晚上没有安睡过，凌晨他在囚室里走来走去地等待着。他数着时间——9点，永远过去了，10点、11点、12点，都永远消逝了。一点钟时他听见有人在门外。门开了又关上。西得尼·卡登走了进来。他伸出一只手指按在嘴上告诉他别出声。

　　“我从你妻子那儿来；她求你完全按照我说的去做。什么也别问，没时间了。脱掉你的靴子换上我的。”

　　“卡登，我亲爱的朋友，”代尔那说道，“从这个地方逃跑是不可能的，你只会和我一起去死的。”

　　“我没让你逃跑。穿上我的衬衫。还有我的大衣。”

　　他没有给代尔那争辩或拒绝的时间。“现在坐下写下我说的话。”他说。“快点儿，我的朋友，快一点儿。”

　　“如果你还记得，”他说着，代尔那写着。“我们很久以前说过的话，那么在你看到它时就会明白这一点了。”当他说着这些话时，卡登从兜儿里伸出手来。“你手里是什么东西? ”代尔那问。

　　“没什么。你写完'看到它'了吗? 好的，现在接着写。”卡登平静地说。“我很高兴现在能够验证那些话了。没有理由伤心。”卡登的手靠近了代尔那的脸并轻轻地把一块布按在了代尔那的鼻子和嘴上。一分钟过后，代尔那便失去了知觉，躺在了地上。卡登迅速穿上了代尔那的衣服，并把代尔那刚写的纸条塞进了代尔那的口袋里，然后他走到门边轻声喊道：“现在进来吧。”

　　那个间谍巴萨德走了进来。

　　“快，帮帮我。”卡登说。“你必须帮助我上马车。”

　　“你? ”间谍问。

　　“他，伙计。我已经和他换了位置。你可以声言说他承受不住和他的朋友诀别。这样的事经常发生，我相信。”

　　“是的，经常发生。”巴萨德答道。“但你许诺过不让我有危险，并把计划坚持到底的呀? 数字必须是对的，今天必须死52名囚犯的。”

　　“我难道还没保证要真的去死吗? 快点，伙计！带他去劳里先生那儿，你自己把他抬到马车里去，告诉他们马上就走。”

　　巴萨德叫了两个人进了牢房；并让他们把那个失去知觉的人抬起来扛出去。

　　“时间不多了，埃弗蒙。”巴萨德以警告的语气说。

　　“我很清楚。”卡登回答说。“小心照顾我的朋友，留我一个人在这儿好了。”

　　门关上了，卡登独自留了下来。他仔细地听着，只有正常的监狱里的声响。没有喊叫，没有警铃。他平静地等待着。

　　不久他听到了开门的声音。他的囚室的门开了，一个人说道：“跟我走，埃弗蒙！”于是卡登便跟着他来到一个大而暗的房间里。

　　那里面有很多人，有站着的，有坐着的，有来来回回走着的，有哭喊着的。他们大多数都默默地站着，看着地面。一个年轻女子向他走来，她又瘦又苍白。

　　“埃弗蒙公民，”她说。“我曾在拉弗尔斯和你在一起待过。”

　　“是的，”他柔声说，“只是我忘了你是为什么被指控的。”

　　“我是无辜的。像我这么个可怜的小人物能干什么呢? 我不怕死，埃弗蒙公民，只是我什么也没有做。”

　　她说这话时悲伤的笑容触动了卡登的心。

　　“他们说革命会给穷人们带来很多好处。”女孩说道。“我的死能帮穷人什么忙呢? 如果能，那么我乐意去死。但我不明白这怎么可能呢? 我曾听说你被释放了的，埃弗蒙公民。”她接着说。“我当时希望这是真的。”

　　“是真的，但又被抓起来了，而且宣判了死刑。”

　　“在我们从这儿走时，埃弗蒙公民，你能让我抓住你的手吗? 我不怕死，可是我又小又弱，所以那样会让我勇敢起来的。”年轻的姑娘看着他的脸，于是他发现她眼中忽然露出一丝怀疑，跟着便是惊讶。他用手指碰了碰嘴唇。

　　“你为他去死吗? ”她低声问。

　　“还有他的妻子和孩子。是的。”

　　“是的，我可怜的小妹妹，直到最后。”