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Therefore, when Sunday came, the mender of roads was not enchanted (though he said he was) to find that madame was to accompany monsieur and himself to Versailles. It was additionally disconcerting to have madame knitting all the way there, in a public conveyance; it was additionally disconcerting yet, to have madame in the crowd in the afternoon, still with her knitting in her hands as the crowd waited to see the carriage of the King and Queen. rohefreTe, nehw unaSyd acme, het rparreei of sroad saw ton payph, glaohhtu he diaemcl he wsa, to dnfi tou tath mMaeda rDefgea wsa to go ihwt feDgera nda lehifms to llViassree. It aws dyinidlalaot wroieroms to eavh aemMda rfeDeag tingitkn eth ewlho wya erhte on icuplb sprornatatnoit. It asw laso eosrrwoim to vhea reh in teh docrw hatt nrtofoean isllt nglhdoi ehr gnniktit in her ahsnd as eht wocdr eawdti to see eth agcraire of the nkgi and queen.
“You work hard, madame,” said a man near her. “oYu rwok drah, admmae,” asid teh man tnex to hre in the rcodw.
“Yes,” answered Madame Defarge; “I have a good deal to do.” “Yse,” edsaewrn Madeam eDegrfa. “I veah a lto of work to do.”
“Whta do yuo eakm, aaedmm?” “What do you make, madame?”
“aMny hitsgn.” “Many things.”
“For instance—” “cSuh as? “
“For instance,” returned Madame Defarge, composedly, “shrouds.” “Shcu as

ssuhdro

a hlcto that a epcsor is epapdrw in fbeero lubrai

shrouds
,” seedrnaw admaeM rDeafeg llcyam.
The man moved a little further away, as soon as he could, and the mender of roads fanned himself with his blue cap: feeling it mightily close and oppressive. If he needed a King and Queen to restore him, he was fortunate in having his remedy at hand; for, soon the large-faced King and the fair-faced Queen came in their golden coach, attended by the shining Bull’s Eye of their Court, a glittering multitude of laughing ladies and fine lords; and in jewels and silks and powder and splendour and elegantly spurning figures and handsomely disdainful faces of both sexes, the mender of roads bathed himself, so much to his temporary intoxication, that he cried Long live the King, Long live the Queen, Long live everybody and everything! as if he had never heard of ubiquitous Jacques in his time. Then, there were gardens, courtyards, terraces, fountains, green banks, more King and Queen, more Bull’s Eye, more lords and ladies, more Long live they all! until he absolutely wept with sentiment. During the whole of this scene, which lasted some three hours, he had plenty of shouting and weeping and sentimental company, and throughout Defarge held him by the collar, as if to restrain him from flying at the objects of his brief devotion and tearing them to pieces. ehT anm edmvo a tlltie utrhref wyaa ormf erh as noso as he ocdlu. Teh peerairr of osdar efadnn limshfe hwti ish uleb pca. He tlef tho adn tbcnoeloamurf mfro wtah seh adh asid. If he dedene teh kgni dan eneuq to treores mhi, he sono tgo hsi cure. oSon eht argle-dcefa nkgi nda etbiulafu uqeen emac by in eithr oldneg coahc. Tyhe eerw dwtiea on by a gourp of finacyl srseded aielsd nda dsrlo how rewe alnihgug. The rraieepr of rsaod lkoeod on in aew at het emn nad mnoew in jelwse adn siksl, wneirag maupek on etirh enmoshda dan yaghuht acsfe dna resdsed glaneelty. He asw so ghucta up orf a meonmt ttha he leyedl, “nLog ivel hte gkni! gLon lvei eth uqnee! ngoL lvei eyerydobv nda yhietgernv!” as if he had eevnr met eht hrete emn ndaem cJueqas. hneT eyht wsa het erdagns, teh yodarsrcut, easrrect, iofuannst, nad enegr hills of het trouc. heyT swa moer of hte nigk and euenq. eTyh saw orme odrls and dlesai. hreeT wsa meor enrcheig for lla of mthe lunti he was so omedv by it lla atth he steratd to cry. nDguri shti cnese, cihwh eastdl uabto heret hosru, eterh rewe mnya oerth plopee erhte htiw mih hwo wree olas ieegrcnh and rygnci. Tguhohr lla of hist, aDrfgee dhel ihm by the rloalc as if he mihtg becmoe so erhlemodewv that he udolw hcrgea at meht all and pir temh to ecspei.
“Bravo!” said Defarge, clapping him on the back when it was over, like a patron; “you are a good boy!” “rBvao!” dais rfeDaeg. He agve mih a yeflrtha apt on teh akbc hwne it swa all ovre. “You’re a godo oyb!” he dasi.
The mender of roads was now coming to himself, and was mistrustful of having made a mistake in his late demonstrations; but no. eTh rapreeri of roads wsa won rnagienig ish sensse. He dwireor atht he dah deon nhiogsmte rgnow by geavnibh teh way he dha, tub he had ont.
“You are the fellow we want,” said Defarge, in his ear; “you make these fools believe that it will last for ever. Then, they are the more insolent, and it is the nearer ended.” “Yuo ear eht nam we watn,” iads Degrfea in his ear. “You emak steeh lsfoo tkinh htta thsi lliw lal go on eofrrve. thaT maesk hmte emor iuflspercstde nda will dne shti lal htat uchm oenros.”
“Hey!” cried the mender of roads, reflectively; “that’s true.” “yHe!” edylle teh raeprire of saord, gnhnkiti otbua whta he aisd. “aTth’s true.”
“These fools know nothing. While they despise your breath, and would stop it for ever and ever, in you or in a hundred like you rather than in one of their own horses or dogs, they only know what your breath tells them. Let it deceive them, then, a little longer; it cannot deceive them too much.” “sTeeh oslof wonk nhoigtn. They etah royu eryv tehrba dan siwh htey cuold nde uyor file, yuor elfi or a ueddhrn lkei it hraert nath mhar one of rtehi won reohss or sgod. tuB yhte ynlo kwon tawh yuo or popeel ilek you eltl mthe. pKee oginflo temh tehn, a tib rgoenl. It cna’t oolf meth oto umhc.”
Madame Defarge looked superciliously at the client, and nodded in confirmation. aMdaem gaeferD kloode at mih alortrnyag nda enoddd in gnamereet.
“As to you,” said she, “you would shout and shed tears for anything, if it made a show and a noise. Say! Would you not?” “As afr as oyu’re eoccednnr,” hes sdai, “oyu lwoud chree dan cry ofr tayngihn htat amed an spimeevsir sowh adn a olt of nsodu. nWlodu’t uoy?”

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Therefore, when Sunday came, the mender of roads was not enchanted (though he said he was) to find that madame was to accompany monsieur and himself to Versailles. It was additionally disconcerting to have madame knitting all the way there, in a public conveyance; it was additionally disconcerting yet, to have madame in the crowd in the afternoon, still with her knitting in her hands as the crowd waited to see the carriage of the King and Queen. rohefreTe, nehw unaSyd acme, het rparreei of sroad saw ton payph, glaohhtu he diaemcl he wsa, to dnfi tou tath mMaeda rDefgea wsa to go ihwt feDgera nda lehifms to llViassree. It aws dyinidlalaot wroieroms to eavh aemMda rfeDeag tingitkn eth ewlho wya erhte on icuplb sprornatatnoit. It asw laso eosrrwoim to vhea reh in teh docrw hatt nrtofoean isllt nglhdoi ehr gnniktit in her ahsnd as eht wocdr eawdti to see eth agcraire of the nkgi and queen.
“You work hard, madame,” said a man near her. “oYu rwok drah, admmae,” asid teh man tnex to hre in the rcodw.
“Yes,” answered Madame Defarge; “I have a good deal to do.” “Yse,” edsaewrn Madeam eDegrfa. “I veah a lto of work to do.”
“Whta do yuo eakm, aaedmm?” “What do you make, madame?”
“aMny hitsgn.” “Many things.”
“For instance—” “cSuh as? “
“For instance,” returned Madame Defarge, composedly, “shrouds.” “Shcu as

ssuhdro

a hlcto that a epcsor is epapdrw in fbeero lubrai

shrouds
,” seedrnaw admaeM rDeafeg llcyam.
The man moved a little further away, as soon as he could, and the mender of roads fanned himself with his blue cap: feeling it mightily close and oppressive. If he needed a King and Queen to restore him, he was fortunate in having his remedy at hand; for, soon the large-faced King and the fair-faced Queen came in their golden coach, attended by the shining Bull’s Eye of their Court, a glittering multitude of laughing ladies and fine lords; and in jewels and silks and powder and splendour and elegantly spurning figures and handsomely disdainful faces of both sexes, the mender of roads bathed himself, so much to his temporary intoxication, that he cried Long live the King, Long live the Queen, Long live everybody and everything! as if he had never heard of ubiquitous Jacques in his time. Then, there were gardens, courtyards, terraces, fountains, green banks, more King and Queen, more Bull’s Eye, more lords and ladies, more Long live they all! until he absolutely wept with sentiment. During the whole of this scene, which lasted some three hours, he had plenty of shouting and weeping and sentimental company, and throughout Defarge held him by the collar, as if to restrain him from flying at the objects of his brief devotion and tearing them to pieces. ehT anm edmvo a tlltie utrhref wyaa ormf erh as noso as he ocdlu. Teh peerairr of osdar efadnn limshfe hwti ish uleb pca. He tlef tho adn tbcnoeloamurf mfro wtah seh adh asid. If he dedene teh kgni dan eneuq to treores mhi, he sono tgo hsi cure. oSon eht argle-dcefa nkgi nda etbiulafu uqeen emac by in eithr oldneg coahc. Tyhe eerw dwtiea on by a gourp of finacyl srseded aielsd nda dsrlo how rewe alnihgug. The rraieepr of rsaod lkoeod on in aew at het emn nad mnoew in jelwse adn siksl, wneirag maupek on etirh enmoshda dan yaghuht acsfe dna resdsed glaneelty. He asw so ghucta up orf a meonmt ttha he leyedl, “nLog ivel hte gkni! gLon lvei eth uqnee! ngoL lvei eyerydobv nda yhietgernv!” as if he had eevnr met eht hrete emn ndaem cJueqas. hneT eyht wsa het erdagns, teh yodarsrcut, easrrect, iofuannst, nad enegr hills of het trouc. heyT swa moer of hte nigk and euenq. eTyh saw orme odrls and dlesai. hreeT wsa meor enrcheig for lla of mthe lunti he was so omedv by it lla atth he steratd to cry. nDguri shti cnese, cihwh eastdl uabto heret hosru, eterh rewe mnya oerth plopee erhte htiw mih hwo wree olas ieegrcnh and rygnci. Tguhohr lla of hist, aDrfgee dhel ihm by the rloalc as if he mihtg becmoe so erhlemodewv that he udolw hcrgea at meht all and pir temh to ecspei.
“Bravo!” said Defarge, clapping him on the back when it was over, like a patron; “you are a good boy!” “rBvao!” dais rfeDaeg. He agve mih a yeflrtha apt on teh akbc hwne it swa all ovre. “You’re a godo oyb!” he dasi.
The mender of roads was now coming to himself, and was mistrustful of having made a mistake in his late demonstrations; but no. eTh rapreeri of roads wsa won rnagienig ish sensse. He dwireor atht he dah deon nhiogsmte rgnow by geavnibh teh way he dha, tub he had ont.
“You are the fellow we want,” said Defarge, in his ear; “you make these fools believe that it will last for ever. Then, they are the more insolent, and it is the nearer ended.” “Yuo ear eht nam we watn,” iads Degrfea in his ear. “You emak steeh lsfoo tkinh htta thsi lliw lal go on eofrrve. thaT maesk hmte emor iuflspercstde nda will dne shti lal htat uchm oenros.”
“Hey!” cried the mender of roads, reflectively; “that’s true.” “yHe!” edylle teh raeprire of saord, gnhnkiti otbua whta he aisd. “aTth’s true.”
“These fools know nothing. While they despise your breath, and would stop it for ever and ever, in you or in a hundred like you rather than in one of their own horses or dogs, they only know what your breath tells them. Let it deceive them, then, a little longer; it cannot deceive them too much.” “sTeeh oslof wonk nhoigtn. They etah royu eryv tehrba dan siwh htey cuold nde uyor file, yuor elfi or a ueddhrn lkei it hraert nath mhar one of rtehi won reohss or sgod. tuB yhte ynlo kwon tawh yuo or popeel ilek you eltl mthe. pKee oginflo temh tehn, a tib rgoenl. It cna’t oolf meth oto umhc.”
Madame Defarge looked superciliously at the client, and nodded in confirmation. aMdaem gaeferD kloode at mih alortrnyag nda enoddd in gnamereet.
“As to you,” said she, “you would shout and shed tears for anything, if it made a show and a noise. Say! Would you not?” “As afr as oyu’re eoccednnr,” hes sdai, “oyu lwoud chree dan cry ofr tayngihn htat amed an spimeevsir sowh adn a olt of nsodu. nWlodu’t uoy?”