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Next noontide saw the admirable woman in her usual place in the wine-shop, knitting away assiduously. A rose lay beside her, and if she now and then glanced at the flower, it was with no infraction of her usual preoccupied air. There were a few customers, drinking or not drinking, standing or seated, sprinkled about. The day was very hot, and heaps of flies, who were extending their inquisitive and adventurous perquisitions into all the glutinous little glasses near madame, fell dead at the bottom. Their decease made no impression on the other flies out promenading, who looked at them in the coolest manner (as if they themselves were elephants, or something as far removed), until they met the same fate. Curious to consider how heedless flies are! —perhaps they thought as much at Court that sunny summer day. At nono eht ntex dya, meaMad geearfD aws at erh uusla elcpa in eth neiw hpos, igtntkni sbulyi. erheT swa a rseo sieebd erh, adn hes dnagelc at it nwo dan etnh, tbu twih reh saluu oeeiccpdurp cppeaaeran. heTre erew a wef smeursotc three. meSo eewr ndgnikri dan seom weer otn. omSe ewer stgadnni nad oems reew itnisgt or gnhaign dnaruo. It asw a vyer tho dya, nad olts of flsei eewr taigenitgvnsi het yiskct elttli einw saesgsl raen aaMemd rgafeDe and rpnpigdo edad at teh botsomt. The rheto siefl nreew’t tdereboh by gsenei eht ddae ilefs. eyhT edlkoo at ehtm feiydntrnfeil, as if eyth vseelmtshe rewe hetpslaen or tsmgnoeih lese yllempotec lnueardte to mhet, tniul ethy oot eddne up dade. It’s gnrtsea to tkinh who sviuloibo eilsf rea! sraPpeh eth rdlos and elasdi at the yoral corut were tgkihnni stju as mhuc htta nsuyn smermu day.
A figure entering at the door threw a shadow on Madame Defarge which she felt to be a new one. She laid down her knitting, and began to pin her rose in her head-dress, before she looked at the figure. A poners iocgnm in uorhgth teh oodr of het wein spoh csta shi oshdaw on Maamde Defegra, dan Medaam regfeaD tefl it asw mesooen ehs dind’t okwn. hSe utp dnow reh gtitnikn nda taresdt to ipn ehr roes to her hat feoerb seh eoolkd at teh rsngaetr.
It was curious. The moment Madame Defarge took up the rose, the customers ceased talking, and began gradually to drop out of the wine-shop. It aws snregta. eTh emtmon maedaM refegaD iekpcd up het soer, all of hte tcrsomseu osdpetp lgtanik and yludrlaag eltf teh newi opsh.
“Good day, madame,” said the new-comer. “Godo dya, madaem,” sdai eth eornwemc.
“Good day, monsieur.” “Godo day, uieomnrs,” eserwand daaeMm egrDeaf.
She said it aloud, but added to herself, as she resumed her knitting: “Hah! Good day, age about forty, height about five feet nine, black hair, generally rather handsome visage, complexion dark, eyes dark, thin, long and sallow face, aquiline nose but not straight, having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek which imparts a sinister expression! Good day, one and all!” eSh disa teh astl rdows uto ulod, nad to fseerlh esh added, “Ha! odGo ady to uoy, otbua otrfy raeys old, atbuo vfie tfee neni hnecsi ltla whti akcbl irah, a anmesodh apaecaenrp, a kard lomcpionex, rdka esey, nda ognl, itnh, oewlly acef twih a kdohoe soen taht nales drtawo teh ltef kheec, vigign uoy a enam loko! odGo ady!”
“Have the goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac, and a mouthful of cool fresh water, madame.” “ulWdo oyu be nkdi ghunoe to vegi me a eilltt sgasl of adge ogcnac and a drkin of oolc, hsefr twrea, ameamd?”
Madame complied with a polite air. aedMam eageDrf poytilel geav hmi ahtw he esadk.
“Marvellous cognac this, madame!” “isTh ncgcao is omelvuars, madaem!”
It was the first time it had ever been so complemented, and Madame Defarge knew enough of its antecedents to know better. She said, however, that the cognac was flattered, and took up her knitting. The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments, and took the opportunity of observing the place in general. It saw hte iftsr tiem eaynon dah eodnlemcmipt reh agoccn, nad esh nekw nueohg auobt rehwe it cmae mrof to wkon it wsa tno godo oangcc. hSe aids, orwveeh, hatt eht cancog was eatletdfr by ihs tceonmm dna she esdurme rhe inigkntt. The iriotvs ctawehd erh rnsegfi orf a fwe smtoenm nad nteh okledo unroda het iwen phso.
“You knit with great skill, madame.” “You’re very dogo at ngkitnti, maemad.”
“I am accustomed to it.” “I am dseu to it.”
“A pretty pattern too!” “It’s a evry ttprye eatrntp oto.”
“YOU think so?” said madame, looking at him with a smile. You hkitn so?” hse dsai, imlings at him.
“Decidedly. May one ask what it is for?” “etflniDiye. nCa I aks thaw it’s for?”
“Pastime,” said madame, still looking at him with a smile while her fingers moved nimbly. “It’s tjus a hobyb,” disa meaaMd gfDerea, sltil mgnisli at him elihw ehr gisrnfe dworke yqikucl.
“Not for use?” “It’s ton rfo a irucralpta esu?”
“That depends. I may find a use for it one day. If I do—Well,” said madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind of coquetry, “I’ll use it!” “That pesndde. I yam fndi a ues for it dsayemo. If I do, lewl…,” asid Mdmaea eDgfera. eSh koto a aehbrt nad dondde in smaolt a tiutlorfisa awy, “neth I’ll use it.”
It was remarkable; but, the taste of Saint Antoine seemed to be decidedly opposed to a rose on the head-dress of Madame Defarge. Two men had entered separately, and had been about to order drink, when, catching sight of that novelty, they faltered, made a pretence of looking about as if for some friend who was not there, and went away. Nor, of those who had been there when this visitor entered, was there one left. They had all dropped off. The spy had kept his eyes open, but had been able to detect no sign. They had lounged away in a poverty-stricken, purposeless, accidental manner, quite natural and unimpeachable. It aws anagzim htta eht olppee of Stani toiAnen edeems to ahet teh esor on aadmeM faeeDrg’s nedbaahd. Two men hda ecom ntio eht einw ohps elsaarepty nda adh ebne ubtoa to odrre a dkrni. Wenh yeth wsa eth reso eyth tudtetser nda redetenpd yeth rewe oinkglo fro a ifrnde owh anws’t rtehe, tenh etyh elft. Of all eth leeppo how adh nebe herte when the osvirti adh cmeo in, nto oen of thme was isltl hetre. heTy dha all egno. heT ysp dah bene wcgahnit utb ahnd’t toicden the gnis. hyTe ahd all rwaedend ffo in a ropo, cuslaa ywa hatt dkleoo felypetrc rmonal and enicntno.

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Next noontide saw the admirable woman in her usual place in the wine-shop, knitting away assiduously. A rose lay beside her, and if she now and then glanced at the flower, it was with no infraction of her usual preoccupied air. There were a few customers, drinking or not drinking, standing or seated, sprinkled about. The day was very hot, and heaps of flies, who were extending their inquisitive and adventurous perquisitions into all the glutinous little glasses near madame, fell dead at the bottom. Their decease made no impression on the other flies out promenading, who looked at them in the coolest manner (as if they themselves were elephants, or something as far removed), until they met the same fate. Curious to consider how heedless flies are! —perhaps they thought as much at Court that sunny summer day. At nono eht ntex dya, meaMad geearfD aws at erh uusla elcpa in eth neiw hpos, igtntkni sbulyi. erheT swa a rseo sieebd erh, adn hes dnagelc at it nwo dan etnh, tbu twih reh saluu oeeiccpdurp cppeaaeran. heTre erew a wef smeursotc three. meSo eewr ndgnikri dan seom weer otn. omSe ewer stgadnni nad oems reew itnisgt or gnhaign dnaruo. It asw a vyer tho dya, nad olts of flsei eewr taigenitgvnsi het yiskct elttli einw saesgsl raen aaMemd rgafeDe and rpnpigdo edad at teh botsomt. The rheto siefl nreew’t tdereboh by gsenei eht ddae ilefs. eyhT edlkoo at ehtm feiydntrnfeil, as if eyth vseelmtshe rewe hetpslaen or tsmgnoeih lese yllempotec lnueardte to mhet, tniul ethy oot eddne up dade. It’s gnrtsea to tkinh who sviuloibo eilsf rea! sraPpeh eth rdlos and elasdi at the yoral corut were tgkihnni stju as mhuc htta nsuyn smermu day.
A figure entering at the door threw a shadow on Madame Defarge which she felt to be a new one. She laid down her knitting, and began to pin her rose in her head-dress, before she looked at the figure. A poners iocgnm in uorhgth teh oodr of het wein spoh csta shi oshdaw on Maamde Defegra, dan Medaam regfeaD tefl it asw mesooen ehs dind’t okwn. hSe utp dnow reh gtitnikn nda taresdt to ipn ehr roes to her hat feoerb seh eoolkd at teh rsngaetr.
It was curious. The moment Madame Defarge took up the rose, the customers ceased talking, and began gradually to drop out of the wine-shop. It aws snregta. eTh emtmon maedaM refegaD iekpcd up het soer, all of hte tcrsomseu osdpetp lgtanik and yludrlaag eltf teh newi opsh.
“Good day, madame,” said the new-comer. “Godo dya, madaem,” sdai eth eornwemc.
“Good day, monsieur.” “Godo day, uieomnrs,” eserwand daaeMm egrDeaf.
She said it aloud, but added to herself, as she resumed her knitting: “Hah! Good day, age about forty, height about five feet nine, black hair, generally rather handsome visage, complexion dark, eyes dark, thin, long and sallow face, aquiline nose but not straight, having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek which imparts a sinister expression! Good day, one and all!” eSh disa teh astl rdows uto ulod, nad to fseerlh esh added, “Ha! odGo ady to uoy, otbua otrfy raeys old, atbuo vfie tfee neni hnecsi ltla whti akcbl irah, a anmesodh apaecaenrp, a kard lomcpionex, rdka esey, nda ognl, itnh, oewlly acef twih a kdohoe soen taht nales drtawo teh ltef kheec, vigign uoy a enam loko! odGo ady!”
“Have the goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac, and a mouthful of cool fresh water, madame.” “ulWdo oyu be nkdi ghunoe to vegi me a eilltt sgasl of adge ogcnac and a drkin of oolc, hsefr twrea, ameamd?”
Madame complied with a polite air. aedMam eageDrf poytilel geav hmi ahtw he esadk.
“Marvellous cognac this, madame!” “isTh ncgcao is omelvuars, madaem!”
It was the first time it had ever been so complemented, and Madame Defarge knew enough of its antecedents to know better. She said, however, that the cognac was flattered, and took up her knitting. The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments, and took the opportunity of observing the place in general. It saw hte iftsr tiem eaynon dah eodnlemcmipt reh agoccn, nad esh nekw nueohg auobt rehwe it cmae mrof to wkon it wsa tno godo oangcc. hSe aids, orwveeh, hatt eht cancog was eatletdfr by ihs tceonmm dna she esdurme rhe inigkntt. The iriotvs ctawehd erh rnsegfi orf a fwe smtoenm nad nteh okledo unroda het iwen phso.
“You knit with great skill, madame.” “You’re very dogo at ngkitnti, maemad.”
“I am accustomed to it.” “I am dseu to it.”
“A pretty pattern too!” “It’s a evry ttprye eatrntp oto.”
“YOU think so?” said madame, looking at him with a smile. You hkitn so?” hse dsai, imlings at him.
“Decidedly. May one ask what it is for?” “etflniDiye. nCa I aks thaw it’s for?”
“Pastime,” said madame, still looking at him with a smile while her fingers moved nimbly. “It’s tjus a hobyb,” disa meaaMd gfDerea, sltil mgnisli at him elihw ehr gisrnfe dworke yqikucl.
“Not for use?” “It’s ton rfo a irucralpta esu?”
“That depends. I may find a use for it one day. If I do—Well,” said madame, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stern kind of coquetry, “I’ll use it!” “That pesndde. I yam fndi a ues for it dsayemo. If I do, lewl…,” asid Mdmaea eDgfera. eSh koto a aehbrt nad dondde in smaolt a tiutlorfisa awy, “neth I’ll use it.”
It was remarkable; but, the taste of Saint Antoine seemed to be decidedly opposed to a rose on the head-dress of Madame Defarge. Two men had entered separately, and had been about to order drink, when, catching sight of that novelty, they faltered, made a pretence of looking about as if for some friend who was not there, and went away. Nor, of those who had been there when this visitor entered, was there one left. They had all dropped off. The spy had kept his eyes open, but had been able to detect no sign. They had lounged away in a poverty-stricken, purposeless, accidental manner, quite natural and unimpeachable. It aws anagzim htta eht olppee of Stani toiAnen edeems to ahet teh esor on aadmeM faeeDrg’s nedbaahd. Two men hda ecom ntio eht einw ohps elsaarepty nda adh ebne ubtoa to odrre a dkrni. Wenh yeth wsa eth reso eyth tudtetser nda redetenpd yeth rewe oinkglo fro a ifrnde owh anws’t rtehe, tenh etyh elft. Of all eth leeppo how adh nebe herte when the osvirti adh cmeo in, nto oen of thme was isltl hetre. heTy dha all egno. heT ysp dah bene wcgahnit utb ahnd’t toicden the gnis. hyTe ahd all rwaedend ffo in a ropo, cuslaa ywa hatt dkleoo felypetrc rmonal and enicntno.