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"You heard me say why, a minute ago. Do you not believe it is the

truth?"

"A bad truth for you," said Defarge, speaking with knitted brows,

and looking straight before him.

"Indeed I am lost here. All here is so unprecedented, so changed,

so sudden and unfair, that I am absolutely lost. Will you render

me a little help?"

"None." Defarge spoke, always looking straight before him.

"Will you answer me a single question?"

"Perhaps. According to its nature. You can say what it is."

"In this prison that I am going to so unjustly, shall I have some

free communication with the world outside?"

"You will see."

"I am not to be buried there, prejudged, and without any means of

presenting my case?"

"You will see. But, what then? Other people have been similarly

buried in worse prisons, before now."

"But never by me, Citizen Defarge."