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The frightful deeds that were to be soon done, were probably

unimagined at that time in the brains of the doers. How could

they have a place in the shadowy conceptions of a gentle mind?

Of unjust treatment in detention and hardship, and in cruel

separation from his wife and child, he foreshadowed the

likelihood, or the certainty; but, beyond this, he dreaded

nothing distinctly. With this on his mind, which was enough to

carry into a dreary prison courtyard, he arrived at the prison of

La Force.

A man with a bloated face opened the strong wicket, to whom

Defarge presented "The Emigrant Evremonde."

"What the Devil! How many more of them!" exclaimed the man with

the bloated face.

Defarge took his receipt without noticing the exclamation, and

withdrew, with his two fellow-patriots.

"What the Devil, I say again!" exclaimed the gaoler, left with

his wife. "How many more!"