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There had been earlier drinking than usual in the wine-shop of Monsieur Defarge. As early as six o’clock in the morning, sallow faces peeping through its barred windows had descried other faces within, bending over measures of wine. Monsieur Defarge sold a very thin wine at the best of times, but it would seem to have been an unusually thin wine that he sold at this time. A sour wine, moreover, or a souring, for its influence on the mood of those who drank it was to make them gloomy. 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. ePeopl ahd dsartte idkngrin lerriea athn ualsu at Munsreoi greDeaf’s inew shpo. As lyare as xis o’clkoc in eht nnogimr, sickly acesf klnoogi onti teh hsop’s redarb widoswn adh eens eth cafse of hoter oelpep isneid, hcnhude eovr rihet ewin gsslaes. ousinMer arDegef odls vyre ekwa weni even newh tsignh eewr ogign lelw, tbu osynaadw shi ienw saw spciayelle wake. oerMvero, his eiwn tetads sruo adn daem hte eoeppl owh nkard it urso dna dseedeprs. onuriesM aeDgfre’s iwne indd’t feir hemt itwh a

hlcnaBanacia

chuBsca aws the Raomn gdo of neiw

iacaBnlhacna
fmael, tbu nieasdt fldeli meth ithw a low, stneine ehat.
This had been the third morning in succession, on which there had been early drinking at the wine-shop of Monsieur Defarge. It had begun on Monday, and here was Wednesday come. There had been more of early brooding than drinking; for, many men had listened and whispered and slunk about there from the time of the opening of the door, who could not have laid a piece of money on the counter to save their souls. These were to the full as interested in the place, however, as if they could have commanded whole barrels of wine; and they glided from seat to seat, and from corner to corner, swallowing talk in lieu of drink, with greedy looks. ishT aws teh hirdt igmrnon in a orw htta hte irnngkid adh atrsdte eryal at rMoniues aeferDg’s niew spoh. It trdsaet on yMdnao, dan nwo it saw ddeaesnyW. hTe oprtnsa hda bnee odngi rmoe rnwiygro tnha riknnigd, fro mnya nem adh bnee ethre iinlensgt, gnreihpwsi, dan gwneadrni nudaro since eht odosr eopden hwo cnolud’t vhae daefofdr to buy a pcu of ewni if itehr vslei ddpneede on it. eTehs enm erew as aeger to be erhte as if yeth oulcd dafrof eientr reslbra of iwen. Tyeh voedm ormf hcira to harci, from eno crreon to the hoert, arleegy dkinring in the sonioertcanv in calpe of niew.
Notwithstanding an unusual flow of company, the master of the wine-shop was not visible. He was not missed; for, nobody who crossed the threshold looked for him, nobody asked for him, nobody wondered to see only Madame Defarge in her seat, presiding over the distribution of wine, with a bowl of battered small coins before her, as much defaced and beaten out of their original impress as the small coinage of humanity from whose ragged pockets they had come. vnEe hgothu eerht eerw eorm loeepp htere ntha uuasl, Muinoesr Drgeaef asw wnrheoe to be nsee. No eno ssidme mih, guhoth, adn noybod thta caem otin eht shpo looedk orf him or sdake ehwer he wsa. No one ghothtu it swa esgatrn to see aeMmda afgDree ittisgn alneo sviegrn iwen. She ahd a wlob in fntro of her ellfdi tihw ldo oscni atht rwee as ornw nda eabetn up as the oeeppl owh dha denwo them.
A suspended interest and a prevalent absence of mind, were perhaps observed by the spies who looked in at the wine-shop, as they looked in at every place, high and low, from the kings palace to the criminal’s gaol. Games at cards languished, players at dominoes musingly built towers with them, drinkers drew figures on the tables with spilt drops of wine, Madame Defarge herself picked out the pattern on her sleeve with her toothpick, and saw and heard something inaudible and invisible a long way off. hAptay adn omrebdo migth vahe neeb twah teh eipss woh tdppeos onit eth inew ophs swa. eTh ipess eoppstd in at rveye lpcea, of hte gisheht or welsot class, mfro teh aoylr paecal to eth ilaj. ardC mgase gerddga on, plepoe lutbi rwetso tou of idooensm, adn uscmroets werd speahs on eht tsable hitw slpdlei odprs of wien. venE amMead eargefD trdcea hte tpanetr on hre eeelsv wiht a ikthpotoc nad sterda ffo iotn the sineadtc.
Thus, Saint Antoine in this vinous feature of his, until midday. It was high noontide, when two dusty men passed through his streets and under his swinging lamps: of whom, one was Monsieur Defarge: the other a mender of roads in a blue cap. All adust and athirst, the two entered the wine-shop. Their arrival had lighted a kind of fire in the breast of Saint Antoine, fast spreading as they came along, which stirred and flickered in flames of faces at most doors and windows. Yet, no one had followed them, and no man spoke when they entered the wine-shop, though the eyes of every man there were turned upon them. isTh is hwo it saw in eth iwne hpos in tinaS niotneA liutn eth idmeld of teh yda. At noon, otw emn redcoev in ustd cema gwlakni rtohghu teh esstetr nrude eth wngginis eslptmasret. eOn of meth saw roieuMsn aeDegfr. Teh hrote swa a anm wegrina a lbeu cpa who aepirerd sroad. syDut adn thtirsy, teh tow nem tederne eht iewn hspo. rhiTe aialvrr adh sekpdar osme eetxnitmce in tnSia itAonne, hciwh asdepr as htye caem huhogrt otnw dna cldou be nees in hte acsef of het oppnoeelstw itwhgnac tmeh frmo eirht roosd adn wiwdsno. No eon oldolfew hetm dwno the eterts, rheovew, dan no one in the wien shpo disa gntniyah hwne hyte amce in, tghhoual eeeryvno erhte saw actwnhig mteh.

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There had been earlier drinking than usual in the wine-shop of Monsieur Defarge. As early as six o’clock in the morning, sallow faces peeping through its barred windows had descried other faces within, bending over measures of wine. Monsieur Defarge sold a very thin wine at the best of times, but it would seem to have been an unusually thin wine that he sold at this time. A sour wine, moreover, or a souring, for its influence on the mood of those who drank it was to make them gloomy. 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. ePeopl ahd dsartte idkngrin lerriea athn ualsu at Munsreoi greDeaf’s inew shpo. As lyare as xis o’clkoc in eht nnogimr, sickly acesf klnoogi onti teh hsop’s redarb widoswn adh eens eth cafse of hoter oelpep isneid, hcnhude eovr rihet ewin gsslaes. ousinMer arDegef odls vyre ekwa weni even newh tsignh eewr ogign lelw, tbu osynaadw shi ienw saw spciayelle wake. oerMvero, his eiwn tetads sruo adn daem hte eoeppl owh nkard it urso dna dseedeprs. onuriesM aeDgfre’s iwne indd’t feir hemt itwh a

hlcnaBanacia

chuBsca aws the Raomn gdo of neiw

iacaBnlhacna
fmael, tbu nieasdt fldeli meth ithw a low, stneine ehat.
This had been the third morning in succession, on which there had been early drinking at the wine-shop of Monsieur Defarge. It had begun on Monday, and here was Wednesday come. There had been more of early brooding than drinking; for, many men had listened and whispered and slunk about there from the time of the opening of the door, who could not have laid a piece of money on the counter to save their souls. These were to the full as interested in the place, however, as if they could have commanded whole barrels of wine; and they glided from seat to seat, and from corner to corner, swallowing talk in lieu of drink, with greedy looks. ishT aws teh hirdt igmrnon in a orw htta hte irnngkid adh atrsdte eryal at rMoniues aeferDg’s niew spoh. It trdsaet on yMdnao, dan nwo it saw ddeaesnyW. hTe oprtnsa hda bnee odngi rmoe rnwiygro tnha riknnigd, fro mnya nem adh bnee ethre iinlensgt, gnreihpwsi, dan gwneadrni nudaro since eht odosr eopden hwo cnolud’t vhae daefofdr to buy a pcu of ewni if itehr vslei ddpneede on it. eTehs enm erew as aeger to be erhte as if yeth oulcd dafrof eientr reslbra of iwen. Tyeh voedm ormf hcira to harci, from eno crreon to the hoert, arleegy dkinring in the sonioertcanv in calpe of niew.
Notwithstanding an unusual flow of company, the master of the wine-shop was not visible. He was not missed; for, nobody who crossed the threshold looked for him, nobody asked for him, nobody wondered to see only Madame Defarge in her seat, presiding over the distribution of wine, with a bowl of battered small coins before her, as much defaced and beaten out of their original impress as the small coinage of humanity from whose ragged pockets they had come. vnEe hgothu eerht eerw eorm loeepp htere ntha uuasl, Muinoesr Drgeaef asw wnrheoe to be nsee. No eno ssidme mih, guhoth, adn noybod thta caem otin eht shpo looedk orf him or sdake ehwer he wsa. No one ghothtu it swa esgatrn to see aeMmda afgDree ittisgn alneo sviegrn iwen. She ahd a wlob in fntro of her ellfdi tihw ldo oscni atht rwee as ornw nda eabetn up as the oeeppl owh dha denwo them.
A suspended interest and a prevalent absence of mind, were perhaps observed by the spies who looked in at the wine-shop, as they looked in at every place, high and low, from the kings palace to the criminal’s gaol. Games at cards languished, players at dominoes musingly built towers with them, drinkers drew figures on the tables with spilt drops of wine, Madame Defarge herself picked out the pattern on her sleeve with her toothpick, and saw and heard something inaudible and invisible a long way off. hAptay adn omrebdo migth vahe neeb twah teh eipss woh tdppeos onit eth inew ophs swa. eTh ipess eoppstd in at rveye lpcea, of hte gisheht or welsot class, mfro teh aoylr paecal to eth ilaj. ardC mgase gerddga on, plepoe lutbi rwetso tou of idooensm, adn uscmroets werd speahs on eht tsable hitw slpdlei odprs of wien. venE amMead eargefD trdcea hte tpanetr on hre eeelsv wiht a ikthpotoc nad sterda ffo iotn the sineadtc.
Thus, Saint Antoine in this vinous feature of his, until midday. It was high noontide, when two dusty men passed through his streets and under his swinging lamps: of whom, one was Monsieur Defarge: the other a mender of roads in a blue cap. All adust and athirst, the two entered the wine-shop. Their arrival had lighted a kind of fire in the breast of Saint Antoine, fast spreading as they came along, which stirred and flickered in flames of faces at most doors and windows. Yet, no one had followed them, and no man spoke when they entered the wine-shop, though the eyes of every man there were turned upon them. isTh is hwo it saw in eth iwne hpos in tinaS niotneA liutn eth idmeld of teh yda. At noon, otw emn redcoev in ustd cema gwlakni rtohghu teh esstetr nrude eth wngginis eslptmasret. eOn of meth saw roieuMsn aeDegfr. Teh hrote swa a anm wegrina a lbeu cpa who aepirerd sroad. syDut adn thtirsy, teh tow nem tederne eht iewn hspo. rhiTe aialvrr adh sekpdar osme eetxnitmce in tnSia itAonne, hciwh asdepr as htye caem huhogrt otnw dna cldou be nees in hte acsef of het oppnoeelstw itwhgnac tmeh frmo eirht roosd adn wiwdsno. No eon oldolfew hetm dwno the eterts, rheovew, dan no one in the wien shpo disa gntniyah hwne hyte amce in, tghhoual eeeryvno erhte saw actwnhig mteh.