Chapter 2 A wine－shop in Paris
第2章 巴黎的一家酒店
In the part of Paris called Saint Antoine everyone was poor. The streets were narrow and dirty, the food－shops were almost empty.
在巴黎的一个名叫圣安东尼的地方，所有的人都很穷。街道狭窄肮脏，食品店几乎都是空的。
The faces of the children looked old already, because they were so hungry.
孩子们的脸已显出老态，因为他们太饥饿了。
In the wine－shop of Monsieur Defarge there were not many customers and Defarge was outside, talking to a man in the street.
在得法热先生的酒店里没有多少顾客，得法热则在门外与街上的一个男人交谈着。
His wife, Madame Defarge, sat inside the shop, knitting and watching.
他的妻子得法热夫人正坐在店里一边织毛衣一边观察着周围。
Defarge came in and his wife looked at him, then turned her eyes to look at two new customers, a man of about sixty and a young lady.
得法热走进店来，他的妻子看着他，然后就把眼光转过去盯着两位新来的顾客，他们是一位大约60岁的男人和一位年轻的女士。
Defarge went over to speak to them, suddenly kissed the young lady's hand, and led them out of the back of the shop.
得法热走过去同他们说话，他突然吻起了那位小姐的手，接着领着他们从店铺后面走出去。
They followed him upstairs, many stairs, until they reached the top. Defarge took a key out of his pocket.
他们跟着他上楼，爬了很多级楼梯才到达楼顶。得法热从兜里掏出一把钥匙来。
'Why is the door locked?' asked Mr Lorry in surprise.'He is a free man now.'
“为什么锁着门?”劳里先生惊讶地问。“他现在是个自由人了。”
'Because he has lived too long behind a locked door, ' replied Defarge angrily.
“因为他在上了锁的房子里生活的时间太长了，”得法热气愤地回答说。
'He is afraid if the door is not locked！That is one of the things they have done to him.'
“门要是不锁上他就会害怕！这是他们给他造成的恶果之一。”
'I'm afraid, too, ' whispered Miss Manette. Her blue eyes looked worriedly at Mr Lorry.'I am afraid of him—of my father.'
“我也害怕，”马内特小姐低声地说。她那蓝蓝的眼睛忧心地看着劳里先生。“我害怕他——我的父亲。”
Defarge made a lot of noise as he opened the door. Mr Lorry and Lucie went into the room behind him.
得法热开门时弄出了很多响声，劳里先生和路茜跟在他后面进了屋子。
A thin, white－haired man was sitting on a wooden seat. He was very busy, making shoes.
一个瘦削而头发全白的人正坐在一个木头凳子上。他在忙着做鞋子。
'Good day, ' said Defarge.'You are still working hard, I see.'
“您好，”得法热说。“您还在忙着哪?”
After a while they heard a whisper.'Yes, I am still working.'
过了一会儿他们才听到一声嘟哝：“是的，我还在干着活。”
'Come, ' said Defarge.'You have a visitor. Tell him your name.'
“瞧，”得法热说。“有人来看您了。告诉他们您的名字。”
'My name?' came the whisper.'One Hundred and Five, North Tower.'
“我的名字?”嘟哝声传过来道。“一百零五，北塔。”
Mr Lorry moved closer to the old man.'Dr Manette, don't you remember me, Jarvis Lorry?' he asked gently.
劳里先生走近了老人。“马内特医生，您不记得我了吗，贾维斯·劳里?”他轻声地问道。