g, drums beating, the sea raging and thundering on its new

beach, the attack begun.

Deep ditches, double drawbridge, massive stone walls, eight

great towers, cannon, muskets, fire and smoke. Through the fire

and through the smokein the fire and in the smoke, for the sea

cast him up and against a cannon, and on the instant he became a

cannonierDefarge of the wine-shop worked like a manful

soldier, two fierce hours.

Deep ditch, single drawbridge, massive stone walls, eight great

towers, cannon, muskets, fire and smoke. One drawbridge down!

“Work, comrades all, work! Work, Jacques One, Jacques Two,

Jacques One Thousand, Jacques Two Thousand, Jacques Fiveand

Twenty Thousand; in the name of all the Angels or the

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Devilswhich you preferwork!” Thus Defarge of the wine-shop,

still at his gun, which had long grown hot.

“To me, women!” cried madame his wife, “What! We can kill as

well as the men when the place is taken!” And to her, with a shrill

thirsty cry, trooping women variously armed, but all armed alike

in hunger and revenge.

Cannon, muskets, fire and smoke; but still the deep ditch, the

single drawbridge, the massive stone walls, and the eight great

towers. Slight displacements of the raging sea, made by the falling

wounded. Flashing weapons, blazing torches, smoking waggonloads

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