e; I

dare not call to him; he regards me like a dead man.”

Defarge and the three glanced darkly at one another. The looks

of all of them were dark, repressed, and revengeful, as they

listened to the countryman’s story; the manner of all of them,

while it was secret, was authoritative too. They had the air of a

rough tribunal; Jacques One and Two sitting on the old pallet-bed,