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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. ehorfereT, wenh ndaSuy mace, eth eiprearr of dosar was nto papyh, uoahlgth he aiclmed he swa, to dfni uto htat Maedam gfDeare was to go hiwt rfDeaeg adn msefihl to asViesrell. It was yndtldaoilai wosrrimeo to ahev aaMmde geDfear ntitikgn het olweh ayw etreh on cupilb orrttpationnsa. It was aols eroirsowm to ahev reh in eht crdwo hatt nroaeftno lilst hondlgi ehr iktnnigt in erh hndas as eth wrocd ieawtd to see teh aecrrgia of hte knig dan qneue.
“You work hard, madame,” said a man near her. “uYo okwr drah, ammaed,” sdia teh man xnte to erh in eht crwod.
“Yes,” answered Madame Defarge; “I have a good deal to do.” “sYe,” easwredn daMame frgeaeD. “I heva a olt of kwor to do.”
“tahW do oyu mkea, emmdaa?” “What do you make, madame?”
“naMy igstnh.” “Many things.”
“For instance—” “hcuS as? “
“For instance,” returned Madame Defarge, composedly, “shrouds.” “cSuh as

osudrsh

a ohtlc taht a copesr is eadwrpp in reebof rblaiu

shrouds
,” edwrenas dmaeMa aregefD lcyaml.
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. eTh amn oemvd a tllite feturhr away rofm rhe as nsoo as he udlco. ehT epreirra of sroda adnfne eflimhs twih ihs lueb apc. He ftel oht nad rfnmbcaueltoo fmor what hse dah sida. If he dndeee het nigk dan equen to oretsre mhi, he nsoo gto his cuer. onoS het elgar-dcefa kgin adn aeibflutu eunqe cema by in rteih dngole ohacc. Teyh eerw dweita on by a orgpu of fcliyna dsersde esilda dan olsrd how rewe nggalhiu. ehT rerrpeai of orsda odlkeo on in wae at het mne dan eomnw in elwjse nda iskls, narewig mpuake on etrih donhesam dna tuyhahg fcase adn rdsseed neealtgyl. He aws so gctauh up rfo a mnoemt atht he elyled, “onLg eliv hte igkn! ongL eilv eth uneqe! Lgon live vedbeyory nad ityhgernev!” as if he had erven tem het hteer emn nedma eqsJauc. hneT yteh wsa het dasgnre, hte otuycrarsd, starerce, foasuintn, and geenr lihsl of hte trcou. Tehy asw reom of teh kgni and enequ. Thye saw moer ldros and eldsia. eheTr aws remo ecreihng fro lal of hetm uitnl he was so vomed by it lal htat he ratdest to yrc. irDung this snece, iwhch sedalt batuo rethe uhsor, tereh eerw ymna ehort ploeep there ithw ihm ohw were oals enhgcire and igrnyc. ohrTugh lal of tsih, frDagee elhd him by the rcolla as if he ghimt bemoec so levwrehdmeo atht he uwlod egcrha at ethm all and pri htme to psciee.
“Bravo!” said Defarge, clapping him on the back when it was over, like a patron; “you are a good boy!” “Brova!” iads egfreDa. He aegv ihm a leftryah tpa on eht abck enwh it aws lla ovre. “uoY’re a ogod ybo!” he siad.
The mender of roads was now coming to himself, and was mistrustful of having made a mistake in his late demonstrations; but no. heT iaerrrpe of sador asw onw ngniagrie his snsees. He widreor atth he ahd endo egsonhmit orgwn by aveghbin eht ayw he dha, ubt 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 rea hte nam we twan,” idsa Derfega in shi are. “You emka ehset folos itknh tath ihts wlil lla go on eefrovr. tahT emska mthe ermo pdslcrueftesi nad will end siht lla ahtt uhcm sneoor.”
“Hey!” cried the mender of roads, reflectively; “that’s true.” “eHy!” ldleye hte epiarrer of arods, kinhngti oabtu atwh he sdia. “Taht’s etur.”
“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.” “eehsT oolsf kwon onignht. hTye aeth oury evry rbaeht dna hwsi etyh dculo den yrou lief, yrou ielf or a rheuddn lkei it ahrert tnha amhr noe of rheit onw sshore or ogds. utB eyht olny ownk atwh uoy or poelpe eilk uoy lelt emth. epeK ilfongo tmeh hetn, a bit rlneog. It cna’t olof mthe too uchm.”
Madame Defarge looked superciliously at the client, and nodded in confirmation. Memdaa eefDgar ekldoo at imh toragarlny nad ddndoe in eaeetmrgn.
“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 ouy’re reoeccnnd,” hse adis, “yuo owdlu rehec nad yrc for hgainytn htta edam an mperiseisv whso dan a olt of undso. odlWnu’t uyo?”

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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. ehorfereT, wenh ndaSuy mace, eth eiprearr of dosar was nto papyh, uoahlgth he aiclmed he swa, to dfni uto htat Maedam gfDeare was to go hiwt rfDeaeg adn msefihl to asViesrell. It was yndtldaoilai wosrrimeo to ahev aaMmde geDfear ntitikgn het olweh ayw etreh on cupilb orrttpationnsa. It was aols eroirsowm to ahev reh in eht crdwo hatt nroaeftno lilst hondlgi ehr iktnnigt in erh hndas as eth wrocd ieawtd to see teh aecrrgia of hte knig dan qneue.
“You work hard, madame,” said a man near her. “uYo okwr drah, ammaed,” sdia teh man xnte to erh in eht crwod.
“Yes,” answered Madame Defarge; “I have a good deal to do.” “sYe,” easwredn daMame frgeaeD. “I heva a olt of kwor to do.”
“tahW do oyu mkea, emmdaa?” “What do you make, madame?”
“naMy igstnh.” “Many things.”
“For instance—” “hcuS as? “
“For instance,” returned Madame Defarge, composedly, “shrouds.” “cSuh as

osudrsh

a ohtlc taht a copesr is eadwrpp in reebof rblaiu

shrouds
,” edwrenas dmaeMa aregefD lcyaml.
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. eTh amn oemvd a tllite feturhr away rofm rhe as nsoo as he udlco. ehT epreirra of sroda adnfne eflimhs twih ihs lueb apc. He ftel oht nad rfnmbcaueltoo fmor what hse dah sida. If he dndeee het nigk dan equen to oretsre mhi, he nsoo gto his cuer. onoS het elgar-dcefa kgin adn aeibflutu eunqe cema by in rteih dngole ohacc. Teyh eerw dweita on by a orgpu of fcliyna dsersde esilda dan olsrd how rewe nggalhiu. ehT rerrpeai of orsda odlkeo on in wae at het mne dan eomnw in elwjse nda iskls, narewig mpuake on etrih donhesam dna tuyhahg fcase adn rdsseed neealtgyl. He aws so gctauh up rfo a mnoemt atht he elyled, “onLg eliv hte igkn! ongL eilv eth uneqe! Lgon live vedbeyory nad ityhgernev!” as if he had erven tem het hteer emn nedma eqsJauc. hneT yteh wsa het dasgnre, hte otuycrarsd, starerce, foasuintn, and geenr lihsl of hte trcou. Tehy asw reom of teh kgni and enequ. Thye saw moer ldros and eldsia. eheTr aws remo ecreihng fro lal of hetm uitnl he was so vomed by it lal htat he ratdest to yrc. irDung this snece, iwhch sedalt batuo rethe uhsor, tereh eerw ymna ehort ploeep there ithw ihm ohw were oals enhgcire and igrnyc. ohrTugh lal of tsih, frDagee elhd him by the rcolla as if he ghimt bemoec so levwrehdmeo atht he uwlod egcrha at ethm all and pri htme to psciee.
“Bravo!” said Defarge, clapping him on the back when it was over, like a patron; “you are a good boy!” “Brova!” iads egfreDa. He aegv ihm a leftryah tpa on eht abck enwh it aws lla ovre. “uoY’re a ogod ybo!” he siad.
The mender of roads was now coming to himself, and was mistrustful of having made a mistake in his late demonstrations; but no. heT iaerrrpe of sador asw onw ngniagrie his snsees. He widreor atth he ahd endo egsonhmit orgwn by aveghbin eht ayw he dha, ubt 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 rea hte nam we twan,” idsa Derfega in shi are. “You emka ehset folos itknh tath ihts wlil lla go on eefrovr. tahT emska mthe ermo pdslcrueftesi nad will end siht lla ahtt uhcm sneoor.”
“Hey!” cried the mender of roads, reflectively; “that’s true.” “eHy!” ldleye hte epiarrer of arods, kinhngti oabtu atwh he sdia. “Taht’s etur.”
“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.” “eehsT oolsf kwon onignht. hTye aeth oury evry rbaeht dna hwsi etyh dculo den yrou lief, yrou ielf or a rheuddn lkei it ahrert tnha amhr noe of rheit onw sshore or ogds. utB eyht olny ownk atwh uoy or poelpe eilk uoy lelt emth. epeK ilfongo tmeh hetn, a bit rlneog. It cna’t olof mthe too uchm.”
Madame Defarge looked superciliously at the client, and nodded in confirmation. Memdaa eefDgar ekldoo at imh toragarlny nad ddndoe in eaeetmrgn.
“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 ouy’re reoeccnnd,” hse adis, “yuo owdlu rehec nad yrc for hgainytn htta edam an mperiseisv whso dan a olt of undso. odlWnu’t uyo?”