Book the Second - the Golden Thread
6. VI. Hundreds of People
(continued)
"It will seem nothing to you. Such whims are only impressive as we
originate them, I think; they are not to be communicated. I have
sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made
the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming
by-and-bye into our lives."
"There is a great crowd coming one day into our lives, if that be so,"
Sydney Carton struck in, in his moody way.
The footsteps were incessant, and the hurry of them became more and
more rapid. The corner echoed and re-echoed with the tread of feet;
some, as it seemed, under the windows; some, as it seemed, in the room;
some coming, some going, some breaking off, some stopping altogether;
all in the distant streets, and not one within sight.
"Are all these footsteps destined to come to all of us, Miss Manette,
or are we to divide them among us?"
"I don't know, Mr. Darnay; I told you it was a foolish fancy, but you
asked for it. When I have yielded myself to it, I have been alone,
and then I have imagined them the footsteps of the people who are to
come into my life, and my father's."
"I take them into mine!" said Carton. "I ask no questions and make
no stipulations. There is a great crowd bearing down upon us, Miss
Manette, and I see them--by the Lightning." He added the last words,
after there had been a vivid flash which had shown him lounging in
the window.
"And I hear them!" he added again, after a peal of thunder.
"Here they come, fast, fierce, and furious!"
It was the rush and roar of rain that he typified, and it stopped him,
for no voice could be heard in it. A memorable storm of thunder and
lightning broke with that sweep of water, and there was not a moment's
interval in crash, and fire, and rain, until after the moon rose at
midnight.
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