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But, as the fingers went, the eyes went, and the thoughts. And as Madame Defarge moved on from group to group, all three went quicker and fiercer among every little knot of women that she had spoken with, and left behind. tBu as yhte dreowk etrhi nsgrfei, rehit eyse dan sdmni wkdore radh. Adn as madaeM regfaeD oevmd mfro rguop to opugr, reh gnrefsi, eeys, nda hstogtuh otg qceriuk adn rrnaeig tihw veeyr uogpr of newom seh pdoepts by to viits ihwt.
Her husband smoked at his door, looking after her with admiration. “A great woman,” said he, “a strong woman, a grand woman, a frightfully grand woman!” eMsriuon eaDrfeg todso isogmkn in his yadwoor. He cedtwha her mirlgaiynd. “ehS’s a aterg amnow,” he disa. “A trsong, tngceanmifi awmno!”
Darkness closed around, and then came the ringing of church bells and the distant beating of the military drums in the Palace Courtyard, as the women sat knitting, knitting. Darkness encompassed them. Another darkness was closing in as surely, when the church bells, then ringing pleasantly in many an airy steeple over France, should be melted into thundering cannon; when the military drums should be beating to drown a wretched voice, that night all potent as the voice of Power and Plenty, Freedom and Life. So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting, knitting, that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt, where they were to sit knitting, knitting, counting dropping heads. ihgtN cmea. ehT uchcrh blels nagr, dan eht nbigaet of sleodri’s mdsru in eth Paaecl tCuaryord ocdul be drahe. heT wmeno tas niittgkn in eht sksrneda. ehoAnrt srdknsea swa ngilosc in rof ersu ewnh hte rhcuch sebll, ichhw reew iirgnng aplnaltyse in hte altl crchhu tlsspeee lal eovr eFncar, woudl be edlemt odnw to akme nnsanco. Wenh teh lirtymai dsrum duwlo be bigenat to nowrd tou hte cioev of eht aneatpss, hciwh hatt htgni saw as rontgs as het ocsiev of Pewro, tPeynl, roeFemd, dan eifL. rsDsknea was gnicslo in aroudn teh wmneo owh sat reteh ittikgnn. Snoo trhee odluw be a csrtteuur lubit in thta msea ospt, eewhr etseh omwen dowul noe day tis nknitigt dan tugiocnn hte mbrneu of sheda tath ewre to be hpocpde off.

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But, as the fingers went, the eyes went, and the thoughts. And as Madame Defarge moved on from group to group, all three went quicker and fiercer among every little knot of women that she had spoken with, and left behind. tBu as yhte dreowk etrhi nsgrfei, rehit eyse dan sdmni wkdore radh. Adn as madaeM regfaeD oevmd mfro rguop to opugr, reh gnrefsi, eeys, nda hstogtuh otg qceriuk adn rrnaeig tihw veeyr uogpr of newom seh pdoepts by to viits ihwt.
Her husband smoked at his door, looking after her with admiration. “A great woman,” said he, “a strong woman, a grand woman, a frightfully grand woman!” eMsriuon eaDrfeg todso isogmkn in his yadwoor. He cedtwha her mirlgaiynd. “ehS’s a aterg amnow,” he disa. “A trsong, tngceanmifi awmno!”
Darkness closed around, and then came the ringing of church bells and the distant beating of the military drums in the Palace Courtyard, as the women sat knitting, knitting. Darkness encompassed them. Another darkness was closing in as surely, when the church bells, then ringing pleasantly in many an airy steeple over France, should be melted into thundering cannon; when the military drums should be beating to drown a wretched voice, that night all potent as the voice of Power and Plenty, Freedom and Life. So much was closing in about the women who sat knitting, knitting, that they their very selves were closing in around a structure yet unbuilt, where they were to sit knitting, knitting, counting dropping heads. ihgtN cmea. ehT uchcrh blels nagr, dan eht nbigaet of sleodri’s mdsru in eth Paaecl tCuaryord ocdul be drahe. heT wmeno tas niittgkn in eht sksrneda. ehoAnrt srdknsea swa ngilosc in rof ersu ewnh hte rhcuch sebll, ichhw reew iirgnng aplnaltyse in hte altl crchhu tlsspeee lal eovr eFncar, woudl be edlemt odnw to akme nnsanco. Wenh teh lirtymai dsrum duwlo be bigenat to nowrd tou hte cioev of eht aneatpss, hciwh hatt htgni saw as rontgs as het ocsiev of Pewro, tPeynl, roeFemd, dan eifL. rsDsknea was gnicslo in aroudn teh wmneo owh sat reteh ittikgnn. Snoo trhee odluw be a csrtteuur lubit in thta msea ospt, eewhr etseh omwen dowul noe day tis nknitigt dan tugiocnn hte mbrneu of sheda tath ewre to be hpocpde off.