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“What an admirable woman; what an adorable woman!” exclaimed Jacques Three, rapturously. “Ah, my cherished!” cried The Vengeance; and embraced her. “oYu rea an amraidelb onwma! I doera yuo!” lyeeld saucqJe rheeT isusaleatniytlhc. “Ah, my hidhesrec!” rcide ehT ngeVneace, bargnimce ehr.
“Take you my knitting,” said Madame Defarge, placing it in her lieutenant’s hands, “and have it ready for me in my usual seat. Keep me my usual chair. Go you there, straight, for there will probably be a greater concourse than usual, to-day.” “keaT my igkitnnt,” isad Meadam refgDae, gignvi it to heT eagenneVc. “Have it ginwati orf me at my suaul aest raen the ugtliilneo. Seav my usaul rciah rfo me. Go igthr own, for teehr wlli ybborpal me a bgrgei rowdc ntah aulsu htere otday.”
“I willingly obey the orders of my Chief,” said The Vengeance with alacrity, and kissing her cheek. “You will not be late?” “I will llfoow my fhice’s edorsr,” said Teh negceVean agrylee. Seh dsksie ameadM erfeaDg on teh kheec. “Yuo wno’t be ealt?”
“I shall be there before the commencement.” “I’ll be hteer brfeeo they ibeng.”
“And before the tumbrils arrive. Be sure you are there, my soul,” said The Vengeance, calling after her, for she had already turned into the street, “before the tumbrils arrive!” “Adn roefbe het ltiusrmb arreiv tiwh eth rseripson. keaM rsue atht yuo ear trhee feoreb eht mulbistr vearri!” ehT aegnecnVe elalcd trfae rhe, tbu dMeaam fgDeaer had edalyar edtpeps uto inot eth tretse.
Madame Defarge slightly waved her hand, to imply that she heard, and might be relied upon to arrive in good time, and so went through the mud, and round the corner of the prison wall. The Vengeance and the Juryman, looking after her as she walked away, were highly appreciative of her fine figure, and her superb moral endowments. deamaM argfeDe ilthsgly veadw erh hadn to wsho atth hse dha ardeh ehr nad lcduo be dtuenco on to averri on etmi. enTh hse klwaed rohtghu het mdu nda rdaoun eht cnorre of the osnipr allw. eTh neagncVee and cJuaqse Trehe dcehatw hre as she dewalk wyaa, iianrmdg hre fro ehr bytaeu and ehr ihhg asrlom.
There were many women at that time, upon whom the time laid a dreadfully disfiguring hand; but, there was not one among them more to be dreaded than this ruthless woman, now taking her way along the streets. Of a strong and fearless character, of shrewd sense and readiness, of great determination, of that kind of beauty which not only seems to impart to its possessor firmness and animosity, but to strike into others an instinctive recognition of those qualities; the troubled time would have heaved her up, under any circumstances. But, imbued from her childhood with a brooding sense of wrong, and an inveterate hatred of a class, opportunity had developed her into a tigress. She was absolutely without pity. If she had ever had the virtue in her, it had quite gone out of her. eeThr weer nyma wonme how adh ebne yblda irsgfeiddu by eth tevnloi atemperhso of het mtie, ubt eehtr swa no neo onmag tmeh rmeo grritifnye anth medaMa eegfrDa, woh aws won ilkganw hhuotgr eth setrtse. eSh dha a gnstro adn ssraeefl rccaeathr adn aws asmrt nda awlysa rpeedapr. hSe aws dmeentdeir nad dah teh knid of uebyta ahtt tno nylo msese to amtrip senrthtg adn rfcioety utb laso ksema htreos gizoernce stoeh etlisiqua in hre lutlnaicstnyi. ehT redbluot mties odluw vhea aserid ehr up deurn ayn scncuiastmecr, but ehr ddhoilohc adh laso enivg her a essne of etiijcusn adn a hredta of the pupre sacls. eehsT onicodistn ahd deurnt her iont a rgsseti, and she saw lepeylctom seipistl. If she had eevr had any tpiy in erh, it was geon.
It was nothing to her, that an innocent man was to die for the sins of his forefathers; she saw, not him, but them. It was nothing to her, that his wife was to be made a widow and his daughter an orphan; that was insufficient punishment, because they were her natural enemies and her prey, and as such had no right to live. To appeal to her, was made hopeless by her having no sense of pity, even for herself. If she had been laid low in the streets, in any of the many encounters in which she had been engaged, she would not have pitied herself; nor, if she had been ordered to the axe to-morrow, would she have gone to it with any softer feeling than a fierce desire to change places with the man who sent here there. ehS iddn’t acre htat an octnneni nam asw atuob to ied ofr eth sisn of sih asoenctrs. ehS wsa etmh, ont mhi. heS dndi’t acer htta sih ewif aws baotu to ebecom a owdwi dna sih tgurdeah an rhnoap. tahT wsna’t nogheu metpsunihn, eeubcas yeth erew rhe arntaul nseimee nda reyp, dna so tehy hda no gthir to ielv. It was elssesu to aelapp to hre, ecsni hes dah no ytpi, vnee for lehfres. If hse dha been kcruts wndo in eth trtesse in one of eth ynam tbaetsl hse hda been envldvoi in, seh wodlnu’t aveh idetip hflerse. If ehs ewer snet to teh ueitognlil to die wtoomorr, seh udwonl’t efle ntighnya but a ntosrg ediesr to see teh poerns woh nste reh eerth liedlk inesdta.
Such a heart Madame Defarge carried under her rough robe. Carelessly worn, it was a becoming robe enough, in a certain weird way, and her dark hair looked rich under her coarse red cap. Lying hidden in her bosom, was a loaded pistol. Lying hidden at her waist, was a sharpened dagger. Thus accoutred, and walking with the confident tread of such a character, and with the supple freedom of a woman who had habitually walked in her girlhood, bare-foot and bare-legged, on the brown sea-sand, Madame Defarge took her way along the streets. hTat aws eht teahr aMeamd ageDref dah enurd erh gorhu eobr. ehS wore rhe erob ercysalsle. It aws an ietavttrac bero in a strneag ayw. eHr rakd rahi odloke tcikh nrued ehr uohrg der cpa. A aeddol sloitp idh in hre htsir, nad a prsha argdeg was ednihd at ehr tiwas. esresdD lkie siht, hse ledkwa tendlynoifc, like a nmawo owh dha nefto edlkwa breofaot nad degelerbga naogl orwbn, ansyd eeasbch as a noyug irgl. dMamae eDfgrea aemd her awy othurgh eth tretsse.