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¡¡¡¡"I thought, my father," said Lucie, excusing herself, with a pale face and in a faltering voice, "that I heard strange feet upon the stairs." ¡¡¡¡"My love, the staircase is as still as Death." ¡¡¡¡As he said the word, a blow was struck upon the door. ¡¡¡¡"Oh father, father. What can this be! Hide Charles. Save him!" ¡¡¡¡"My
and opened it. A rude clattering of feet over the floor, and four rough men in red caps, armed with sabres and pistols, entered the room. ¡¡¡¡"The Citizen Evremonde, called Darnay," said the first. ¡¡¡¡"Who seeks him?" answered Darnay. ¡¡¡¡"I seek him. We seek him. I know you, Evremonde; I saw you before the Tribunal to-day. You are again the prisoner of the Republic." ¡¡¡¡The four surrounded him, where he stood with his wife and child clinging to him.