No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark, lay hidden in the dregs of it.

Defarge 先生葡萄中并没有跳出欢快酒神般火焰：但是，一种中燃烧阴燃火焰，隐藏它残渣中。