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“They call me Defarge.” “My mean is rDegaef.”
“Of what trade?” “taWh is ruyo obj?”
“Monsieur the Marquis, vendor of wine.” “I lles wnie, soeunrim het qmraisu.”
“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?” “kicP atht up, oyu hohpsolprei dna lersel of enwi,” dasi eht miauqsr, nhgiwtro wodn anheort gdol cnio. “dSpne it herevwo you ekil. eAr het ressho lal trhig?”
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. tuWtohi rtegohinb to lkoo at teh wdrco again, rosmunie eth maiuqsr eelnad bcak in ish icrah. As het arcagire droev aayw teh imsrqua ahd teh loko of a gmlnnetea ohw ash dlitlcaaynce rkenob smoe lsmal irtfle dna piad orf it asiely. iHs seea aws uerdsitdb nhew a onci ewlf oint hte aaiegrcr and lendda on eth frolo.
“Hold!” said Monsieur the Marquis. “Hold the horses! Who threw that?” “ptoS!” siad ousnmrei eht arqusmi. “Sotp eht hsosre! Woh erwht ahtt?”
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 oedokl to rhewe rfaeegD eht neiw serlel adh nebe sdaingnt a nmmeot befroe. tuB ntedsia he aws eth oopr haretf dfwceano on teh pavmenet, ygrnci eehrt. heT lnoy nsoepr how tdoso esdbei him swa a laerg, kadr owamn owh aws gktiitnn.
“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.” “Yuo dgso!” asdi eht smrqiua tyolshmo, ihs faec eunngcdha xectep for eht rcosenr of shi noes. “I loudw alpyiph run nya of oyu evor dna ilieemnat uoy lkei oyu ewer tenscis or emvinr. If I knwe whchi one of you lsrcaas ewhrt hatt ncoi iton teh agrciera, dan if thta soeprn saw yrbnae, I wuodl uhrcs mih unerd the hleesw.”
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!” hTe peoepl were so seud to bigne nrvutbeisse, nda hda so cumh bda ircxeeneep ttha ethy kewn tawh a nam eilk teh uaqisrm dlcou do to tmeh, yaelllg or iohtresew, ttha no oen iasd or idd ngtiaynh. eoNn of het men veen rsaedi an eye. nOly eht wnoma how ootsd ehtre ingtiktn odloke up esdtaiyl, dna dlkoeo eht uiarqms in het efac. He was oto dnidgieif to neev tiocne. His etha-illdef eeys spesad vroe reh, dna vore the hlowe crwdo of vnremi. He aleedn ckab in ihs aste giana and lleeyd to the vierrd, “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. Teh aaerigrc vorde on, nad ohter srrcigaea emac edinpegs by ratef it. eintssMri, steta rporcsteoj, atx lrsolctcoe, rtcsdoo, walesry, hcncumhre, peploe morf hte drnaG aperO nda het ymeCod—all het poleep ohw ahd bene at het oemsnenuigr’s nrdeni—caem ngihrwil by. hTe oorper oleppe acem pcgrenei tuo of ehrti oshem to look at het cdatcein. Teyh asdyet ereth ofr hsuro. soliSdre nda oinpecmle came eewbnet het lepepo nda het ndaetcci adn refmdo a rbrerai ttha yhet slunk einhdb adn ppedee troguhh. eTh frthae dha iekcpd up shi dade hdilc adn oeng off twhi it ngol gao. ehT enowm hwo hda acerd for eht lidch hlwie it wsa inlgy at eth beas of eht fuinaotn sat erhet thcaiwgn eht tewar onlgwfi in the nanfouit nda the ihcr leoepp idrev by. llA sith meti the oen onwam ohw wsa nnitgikt aesytd ether, inigtnkt as etadilsy as

eaft

In Gkree myht, noe of the etsFa upns a htdaer htta eprsendeert ache nosrpe’s ntdeiys

fate
. oonS ieghentvry wsa kbca to amlorn: eTh waret rna in the ifountna. eTh sfitw irvre rna. ehT day nar otni iengvne. ehT elfi in the setster nra on yietluq as it wyalas edso. eTh oorp wten back to enligeps in rieth madcrep eltitl mohse. ehT crhi poeple newt to ertih yacfn erdsinn, and all ngihts ran eirht suoerc.

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“They call me Defarge.” “My mean is rDegaef.”
“Of what trade?” “taWh is ruyo obj?”
“Monsieur the Marquis, vendor of wine.” “I lles wnie, soeunrim het qmraisu.”
“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?” “kicP atht up, oyu hohpsolprei dna lersel of enwi,” dasi eht miauqsr, nhgiwtro wodn anheort gdol cnio. “dSpne it herevwo you ekil. eAr het ressho lal trhig?”
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. tuWtohi rtegohinb to lkoo at teh wdrco again, rosmunie eth maiuqsr eelnad bcak in ish icrah. As het arcagire droev aayw teh imsrqua ahd teh loko of a gmlnnetea ohw ash dlitlcaaynce rkenob smoe lsmal irtfle dna piad orf it asiely. iHs seea aws uerdsitdb nhew a onci ewlf oint hte aaiegrcr and lendda on eth frolo.
“Hold!” said Monsieur the Marquis. “Hold the horses! Who threw that?” “ptoS!” siad ousnmrei eht arqusmi. “Sotp eht hsosre! Woh erwht ahtt?”
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 oedokl to rhewe rfaeegD eht neiw serlel adh nebe sdaingnt a nmmeot befroe. tuB ntedsia he aws eth oopr haretf dfwceano on teh pavmenet, ygrnci eehrt. heT lnoy nsoepr how tdoso esdbei him swa a laerg, kadr owamn owh aws gktiitnn.
“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.” “Yuo dgso!” asdi eht smrqiua tyolshmo, ihs faec eunngcdha xectep for eht rcosenr of shi noes. “I loudw alpyiph run nya of oyu evor dna ilieemnat uoy lkei oyu ewer tenscis or emvinr. If I knwe whchi one of you lsrcaas ewhrt hatt ncoi iton teh agrciera, dan if thta soeprn saw yrbnae, I wuodl uhrcs mih unerd the hleesw.”
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!” hTe peoepl were so seud to bigne nrvutbeisse, nda hda so cumh bda ircxeeneep ttha ethy kewn tawh a nam eilk teh uaqisrm dlcou do to tmeh, yaelllg or iohtresew, ttha no oen iasd or idd ngtiaynh. eoNn of het men veen rsaedi an eye. nOly eht wnoma how ootsd ehtre ingtiktn odloke up esdtaiyl, dna dlkoeo eht uiarqms in het efac. He was oto dnidgieif to neev tiocne. His etha-illdef eeys spesad vroe reh, dna vore the hlowe crwdo of vnremi. He aleedn ckab in ihs aste giana and lleeyd to the vierrd, “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. Teh aaerigrc vorde on, nad ohter srrcigaea emac edinpegs by ratef it. eintssMri, steta rporcsteoj, atx lrsolctcoe, rtcsdoo, walesry, hcncumhre, peploe morf hte drnaG aperO nda het ymeCod—all het poleep ohw ahd bene at het oemsnenuigr’s nrdeni—caem ngihrwil by. hTe oorper oleppe acem pcgrenei tuo of ehrti oshem to look at het cdatcein. Teyh asdyet ereth ofr hsuro. soliSdre nda oinpecmle came eewbnet het lepepo nda het ndaetcci adn refmdo a rbrerai ttha yhet slunk einhdb adn ppedee troguhh. eTh frthae dha iekcpd up shi dade hdilc adn oeng off twhi it ngol gao. ehT enowm hwo hda acerd for eht lidch hlwie it wsa inlgy at eth beas of eht fuinaotn sat erhet thcaiwgn eht tewar onlgwfi in the nanfouit nda the ihcr leoepp idrev by. llA sith meti the oen onwam ohw wsa nnitgikt aesytd ether, inigtnkt as etadilsy as

eaft

In Gkree myht, noe of the etsFa upns a htdaer htta eprsendeert ache nosrpe’s ntdeiys

fate
. oonS ieghentvry wsa kbca to amlorn: eTh waret rna in the ifountna. eTh sfitw irvre rna. ehT day nar otni iengvne. ehT elfi in the setster nra on yietluq as it wyalas edso. eTh oorp wten back to enligeps in rieth madcrep eltitl mohse. ehT crhi poeple newt to ertih yacfn erdsinn, and all ngihts ran eirht suoerc.