in a prisoner?”

“It is enough that you return straight to the Conciergerie, and

will know tomorrow. You are summoned for tomorrow.”

Dr. Manette, whom this visitation had so turned into stone, that

he stood with the lamp in his hand, as if he were a statue made to

hold it, moved after these words were spoken, put the lamp down,

and confronting the speaker, and taking him, not ungently, by the

loose front of his red woollen shirt, said:

“You know him, you have said. Do you know me?”

“Yes, I know you, Citizen Doctor.”

“We all know you, Citizen Doctor,” said the other three.

He looked abstractedly from one to another, and said, in a

lower voice, after a pause:

“Will you answer this question to me then? How does this

happen?”

“Citizen Doctor,” said the first, reluctantly, “he has been

denounced to the Section of Saint Antoine. This citizen,” pointing

out the second who had entered, “is from Saint Antoine.”

The citizen here indicated nodded his head, and added:

“He is accused by Saint Antoine.”

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“Of what?” asked the Doctor.

“Citizen Doctor,” said the first, with his former reluctance, “ask