other side of the little street in a purposeless way, that was highly

fraught with nothing. Already, the mender of roads had

penetrated into the midst of a group of fifty particular friends, and

was smiting himself in the breast with his blue cap. What did all

this portend, and what portended the swift hoisting-up of

Monsieur Gabelle behind a servant on horseback, and the

conveying away of the said Gabelle (double-laden though the

horse was), at a gallop, like a new version of the German ballad of

Leonora?

It portended that there was one stone face too many, up at the

chateau.

The Gorgon had surveyed the building again in the night, and

had added the one stone face wanting; the stone face for which it

had waited through about two hundred years.

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It lay back on the pillow of Monsieur the Marquis. It was like a

fine mask, suddenly startled, made angry, and petrified. Driven

home into the heart of the stone figure attached to it, was a knife.

Round its hilt was a frill of paper, on which was scrawled:

“Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques.”

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Chapter XVI

TWO PROMISES

M

ore months, to the number of twelve, had come and

gone, and Mr. Charles Darnay was established in

England as a higher teacher of the French language