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exactly as he had left them, lest he should come back.
“Can it be true,” said Defarge, in a low voice, looking down at
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his wife as he stood smoking with his hand on the back of her
chair: “what he has said of Mam’selle Manette?”
“As he has said it,” returned madame, lifting her eyebrows a
little, “it is probably false. But it may be true.”
“If it is—” Defarge began, and stopped.
“If it is?” repeated his wife.
“—And if it does come, while we live to see it triumph—I hope,
for her sake, Destiny will keep her husband out of France.”
“Her husband’s destiny,” said Madame Defarge, with her usual
composure, “will take him where he is to go, and will lead him to
the end that is to end him. That is all I know.”
“But it is very strange—now, at least, is it not very strange”—
said Defarge, rather pleading with his wife to induce her to admit
it, “that, after all our sympathy for Monsieur her father, and
herself, her husband’s name should be proscribed under your
**t this moment, by the side of that infernal dog’s who has
just left us?”
“Stranger things than that will happen when it does come,”
answered madame. “I have them both here, of a certainty; and
they are both here for their merits; that is enough.”
She rolled up her knitting when she had said those words, and
presently took the rose out of the handkerchief that was wound
about her head. Either Saint Antoine ha**nstinctive sense that
the objectionable decoration was gone, or Saint Antoine was on
the watch for its disappearance; howbeit, the Saint took courage to
lounge in, very shortly afterwards, and the wine-shop recovered its
habitual aspect.
In the evening, at which season of all others Saint Antoine
turned himself inside out, and sat on doorsteps and window-
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ledges, and came to the corners of vile streets and courts, for a
breath of air, Madame Defarge with her work in her hand was
accustomed to pass from place to place and from group to group: a
Missionary—there were many like her—such as the world will do
well never to breed again. All the women knitted. They knitted
worthless things, but, the mechanical work was a mechanical
substitute for eating and drinking; the hands moved for the jaws
and the digestive apparatus: if the bony fingers had been still, the
stomachs would have been more famine-pinched.
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.
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!”
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 thunderi
