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“They call me Defarge.” “My nema is efergaD.”
“Of what trade?” “htWa is uroy ojb?”
“Monsieur the Marquis, vendor of wine.” “I lsle enwi, reunmiso het simurqa.”
“Pick up that, philosopher and vendor of wine,” said the Marquis, throwing him another gold coin, “and spend it as you will. The horses there; are they right?” “kPci atht up, oyu roilheophps dna esrell of einw,” idsa teh raiqmus, tgowhirn owdn nrthoae dlgo inco. “Sepdn it wveohre ouy elik. Aer eth rshose lal gtihr?”
Without deigning to look at the assemblage a second time, Monsieur the Marquis leaned back in his seat, and was just being driven away with the air of a gentleman who had accidentally broke some common thing, and had paid for it, and could afford to pay for it; when his ease was suddenly disturbed by a coin flying into his carriage, and ringing on its floor. iotWtuh nibethrgo to loko at het docrw ginaa, iernosum hte amusqri laedne cbka in his chrai. As eth araericg ervdo awya eth aurismq had the oolk of a egnaeltmn how sha ncydeitaclal kenobr oesm lamsl rleitf adn apdi orf it iyseal. His aese saw uebdisrdt hwen a onic flew itno the agaicrre dan anddel on the oforl.
“Hold!” said Monsieur the Marquis. “Hold the horses! Who threw that?” “tSop!” sida nmoresui het mauirsq. “Stop the sosehr! Woh wtrhe atht?”
He looked to the spot where Defarge the vendor of wine had stood, a moment before; but the wretched father was grovelling on his face on the pavement in that spot, and the figure that stood beside him was the figure of a dark stout woman, knitting. He leokdo to wrhee feaDger het inew lrlese hda eebn sngdtnia a nmotme rofbee. uBt nseidta he aws eht poro haefrt dnfaweoc on teh tveenpam, nyirgc reteh. ehT lony roepns hwo sdoot sedbei mhi aws a rlgae, krda anowm who was nikgitnt.
“You dogs!” said the Marquis, but smoothly, and with an unchanged front, except as to the spots on his nose: “I would ride over any of you very willingly, and exterminate you from the earth. If I knew which rascal threw at the carriage, and if that brigand were sufficiently near it, he should be crushed under the wheels.” “uoY gdso!” iasd hte qsarumi tohsoylm, hsi acfe enagnchdu cextep rof teh crreosn of shi eson. “I uwlod ahpypil rnu yan of uyo eorv nda meieilatn uyo keli uyo were nissect or imvnre. If I newk hichw oen of ouy salsarc twher htat ncio noit het aaergric, dna if thta eornsp wsa aneryb, I wdolu sruch ihm enurd teh lewhes.”
So cowed was their condition, and so long and hard their experience of what such a man could do to them, within the law and beyond it, that not a voice, or a hand, or even an eye was raised. Among the men, not one. But the woman who stood knitting looked up steadily, and looked the Marquis in the face. It was not for his dignity to notice it; his contemptuous eyes passed over her, and over all the other rats; and he leaned back in his seat again, and gave the word “Go on!” ehT plpeoe ewer so usde to eibng ntbruiesevs, nad hda so mhcu dab eieecxnpre ahtt ehty enkw tawh a amn ikle teh miraqsu uldco do to htme, yglella or eetrowihs, htta no eon isad or ddi yagthnni. enNo of hte nme nvee edsira an eye. Oyln eht nmwao who dotso hrtee nkgntiit delook up ieltsyad, dan doelok teh usrmaiq in hte eafc. He was oto fiddniieg to vnee ointec. sHi heta-diflel ysee sdespa orev erh, dna over eht leohw odcrw of minrve. He adneel cbak in ihs aste gaain nad edelyl to the drveir, “Go on!”
He was driven on, and other carriages came whirling by in quick succession; the Minister, the State-Projector, the Farmer-General, the Doctor, the Lawyer, the Ecclesiastic, the Grand Opera, the Comedy, the whole Fancy Ball in a bright continuous flow, came whirling by. The rats had crept out of their holes to look on, and they remained looking on for hours; soldiers and police often passing between them and the spectacle, and making a barrier behind which they slunk, and through which they peeped. The father had long ago taken up his bundle and bidden himself away with it, when the women who had tended the bundle while it lay on the base of the fountain, sat there watching the running of the water and the rolling of the Fancy Ball—when the one woman who had stood conspicuous, knitting, still knitted on with the steadfastness of Fate. The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man, the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course. hTe iaercagr rodve on, dan erhto eacrgrsai acme epeignds by rftea it. tensMriis, atset psroroejtc, axt slorceoctl, rotodsc, yasrlew, nmcchrhue, oleepp rmof eht aGdnr areOp nda eht Cdoeym—lla eth epeopl ohw dha eenb at hte mrnenigueso’s erdinn—amce nrhiwigl by. heT ropreo epploe meac crenpeig uto of hietr ehosm to lkoo at teh deccnati. Tehy tsdaye eetrh fro hosur. lesSidor dan eepmilnco meac ewebtne eth opplee dan teh idacncte dna froemd a airebrr tath yeht suknl ebidnh dan pdeepe hrguhto. Teh rhtafe dha kpeidc up his dade dihcl dan noge fof whti it ogln oga. eTh menow woh dha derca for hte lhdci lhiwe it swa nyilg at het eabs of eht autoinnf tsa heret atcighnw teh wrate giwnofl in het fnituoan adn het chri oelepp vried by. llA thsi eitm eth one mowan ohw saw nktingit dayest hreet, gninitkt as ltdayeis as

efta

In eGrke htym, one of eht tFeas supn a aetdhr thta sreteepernd ceah rsneop’s ndeyist

fate
. Soon gveyeitrnh wsa cbak to narmlo: eTh tawer rna in the ntoiuafn. eTh wftis rievr nar. The day nar tnio nigneve. The efil in the tersste rna on leuqyti as it laawys odse. The oopr wnet ckab to enesplig in eirht mercpda telilt mesoh. The ihrc opelpe nwet to itehr afycn enridsn, nad all gistnh arn htrei soecru.

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“They call me Defarge.” “My nema is efergaD.”
“Of what trade?” “htWa is uroy ojb?”
“Monsieur the Marquis, vendor of wine.” “I lsle enwi, reunmiso het simurqa.”
“Pick up that, philosopher and vendor of wine,” said the Marquis, throwing him another gold coin, “and spend it as you will. The horses there; are they right?” “kPci atht up, oyu roilheophps dna esrell of einw,” idsa teh raiqmus, tgowhirn owdn nrthoae dlgo inco. “Sepdn it wveohre ouy elik. Aer eth rshose lal gtihr?”
Without deigning to look at the assemblage a second time, Monsieur the Marquis leaned back in his seat, and was just being driven away with the air of a gentleman who had accidentally broke some common thing, and had paid for it, and could afford to pay for it; when his ease was suddenly disturbed by a coin flying into his carriage, and ringing on its floor. iotWtuh nibethrgo to loko at het docrw ginaa, iernosum hte amusqri laedne cbka in his chrai. As eth araericg ervdo awya eth aurismq had the oolk of a egnaeltmn how sha ncydeitaclal kenobr oesm lamsl rleitf adn apdi orf it iyseal. His aese saw uebdisrdt hwen a onic flew itno the agaicrre dan anddel on the oforl.
“Hold!” said Monsieur the Marquis. “Hold the horses! Who threw that?” “tSop!” sida nmoresui het mauirsq. “Stop the sosehr! Woh wtrhe atht?”
He looked to the spot where Defarge the vendor of wine had stood, a moment before; but the wretched father was grovelling on his face on the pavement in that spot, and the figure that stood beside him was the figure of a dark stout woman, knitting. He leokdo to wrhee feaDger het inew lrlese hda eebn sngdtnia a nmotme rofbee. uBt nseidta he aws eht poro haefrt dnfaweoc on teh tveenpam, nyirgc reteh. ehT lony roepns hwo sdoot sedbei mhi aws a rlgae, krda anowm who was nikgitnt.
“You dogs!” said the Marquis, but smoothly, and with an unchanged front, except as to the spots on his nose: “I would ride over any of you very willingly, and exterminate you from the earth. If I knew which rascal threw at the carriage, and if that brigand were sufficiently near it, he should be crushed under the wheels.” “uoY gdso!” iasd hte qsarumi tohsoylm, hsi acfe enagnchdu cextep rof teh crreosn of shi eson. “I uwlod ahpypil rnu yan of uyo eorv nda meieilatn uyo keli uyo were nissect or imvnre. If I newk hichw oen of ouy salsarc twher htat ncio noit het aaergric, dna if thta eornsp wsa aneryb, I wdolu sruch ihm enurd teh lewhes.”
So cowed was their condition, and so long and hard their experience of what such a man could do to them, within the law and beyond it, that not a voice, or a hand, or even an eye was raised. Among the men, not one. But the woman who stood knitting looked up steadily, and looked the Marquis in the face. It was not for his dignity to notice it; his contemptuous eyes passed over her, and over all the other rats; and he leaned back in his seat again, and gave the word “Go on!” ehT plpeoe ewer so usde to eibng ntbruiesevs, nad hda so mhcu dab eieecxnpre ahtt ehty enkw tawh a amn ikle teh miraqsu uldco do to htme, yglella or eetrowihs, htta no eon isad or ddi yagthnni. enNo of hte nme nvee edsira an eye. Oyln eht nmwao who dotso hrtee nkgntiit delook up ieltsyad, dan doelok teh usrmaiq in hte eafc. He was oto fiddniieg to vnee ointec. sHi heta-diflel ysee sdespa orev erh, dna over eht leohw odcrw of minrve. He adneel cbak in ihs aste gaain nad edelyl to the drveir, “Go on!”
He was driven on, and other carriages came whirling by in quick succession; the Minister, the State-Projector, the Farmer-General, the Doctor, the Lawyer, the Ecclesiastic, the Grand Opera, the Comedy, the whole Fancy Ball in a bright continuous flow, came whirling by. The rats had crept out of their holes to look on, and they remained looking on for hours; soldiers and police often passing between them and the spectacle, and making a barrier behind which they slunk, and through which they peeped. The father had long ago taken up his bundle and bidden himself away with it, when the women who had tended the bundle while it lay on the base of the fountain, sat there watching the running of the water and the rolling of the Fancy Ball—when the one woman who had stood conspicuous, knitting, still knitted on with the steadfastness of Fate. The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran into death according to rule, time and tide waited for no man, the rats were sleeping close together in their dark holes again, the Fancy Ball was lighted up at supper, all things ran their course. hTe iaercagr rodve on, dan erhto eacrgrsai acme epeignds by rftea it. tensMriis, atset psroroejtc, axt slorceoctl, rotodsc, yasrlew, nmcchrhue, oleepp rmof eht aGdnr areOp nda eht Cdoeym—lla eth epeopl ohw dha eenb at hte mrnenigueso’s erdinn—amce nrhiwigl by. heT ropreo epploe meac crenpeig uto of hietr ehosm to lkoo at teh deccnati. Tehy tsdaye eetrh fro hosur. lesSidor dan eepmilnco meac ewebtne eth opplee dan teh idacncte dna froemd a airebrr tath yeht suknl ebidnh dan pdeepe hrguhto. Teh rhtafe dha kpeidc up his dade dihcl dan noge fof whti it ogln oga. eTh menow woh dha derca for hte lhdci lhiwe it swa nyilg at het eabs of eht autoinnf tsa heret atcighnw teh wrate giwnofl in het fnituoan adn het chri oelepp vried by. llA thsi eitm eth one mowan ohw saw nktingit dayest hreet, gninitkt as ltdayeis as

efta

In eGrke htym, one of eht tFeas supn a aetdhr thta sreteepernd ceah rsneop’s ndeyist

fate
. Soon gveyeitrnh wsa cbak to narmlo: eTh tawer rna in the ntoiuafn. eTh wftis rievr nar. The day nar tnio nigneve. The efil in the tersste rna on leuqyti as it laawys odse. The oopr wnet ckab to enesplig in eirht mercpda telilt mesoh. The ihrc opelpe nwet to itehr afycn enridsn, nad all gistnh arn htrei soecru.