When the prisoners were routed out, St Evremonde lost it.
"You can´t do this!" he screamed in panic. "Charles! Where are you, Charles!"
Carton turned so that the Marquis would not see him.
"To the cart, everyone!" the soldiers commanded.
"But I can´t!" Now St Evremonde cried. "I can´t die like this... I am too young!"
Other prisoners climbed to the cart in apathy. Marquis was pushed there too, still weeping and protesting. Carton kept his back turned to his "cousin", hoping that Marquis would be too hysterical to notice him.
His hope was fruitless.
Suddenly, he was turned around, and Marquis stared at Carton.
"You are not Charles!"
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"When I came to England with my daughter," Gabelle said, "I did not know it could save my life. Or my Marie´s life."
Lucie, who sat in the couch opposite of him, smiled sadly. She looked very pretty, like always, with lovely rose-pink veil over her hair, like a flower against red gold. "My husband said that you always spoke for peasants and tried to help them." He looked at still unconscious Darnay.
Gabelle sighed. "Very true."
"Safe? I believe that we are safe when we are back in England," Miss Pross said.
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"Keep your mouth shut!" Carton hissed.
Sly smile rose to Marquis´ face. He turned toward the crowd. "Citizens! Citizens..."
Carton hit him.
"What is happening there?" shouted one of the soldiers, who accompanied the moving cart.
"Just fighting with my cousin!"
"He is not..."
Carton hit Marquis against his mouth. Crowd howled for joy. Carton, determined to keep Marquis quiet, slammed St Evremonde´s head against the wooden bottom of the cart so hard than he could, hitting the other man unconscious.
When Carton raised his head, he saw young girl watching her. Her eyes told that she knew the truth - that Carton was not Darnay.
"Would you keep my hand, stranger?" she said.
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"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done;
it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."