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even, I do not offer my testimony. Monsieur the Marquis indicates
me with his finger, standing near our little fountain, and says, ‘To
me! Bring that rascal!’ My faith, messieurs, I offer nothing.”
“He is right there, Jacques,” murmured Defarge, to him who
had interrupted. “Go on!”
“Good!” said the mender of roads with an air of mystery. “The
tall man is lost, and he is soughthow many months? Nine, ten,
eleven?”
“No matter, the number,” said Defarge. “He is well hidden, but
at last he is unluckily found. Go on!”
“I am again at work upon the hillside, and the sun is again
about to go to bed. I am collecting my tools to descend to my
cottage down in the village below, where it is already dark, when I
raise my eyes, and see coming over the hill six soldiers. In the
midst of them is a tall man with his arms boundtied to his
sideslike this!”
With the aid of his indispensable cap, he represented a man
with his elbows bound fast at his hips, with cords that were
knotted behind him.
“I stand aside, messieurs, by my heap of stones, to see the
soldiers and their prisoner pass (for it is a solitary road, that,
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