is Doctor.”

“It is a great pity,” croaked Jacques Three, dubiously shaking

his head, with his cruel fingers at his hungry mouth; “it is not

quite like a good citizen; it is a thing to regret.”

“See you,” said madame, “I care nothing for this Doctor, I. He

may wear his head or lose it, for any interest I have in him; it is all

one to me. But, the Evremonde people are to be exterminated, and

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the wife and child must follow the husband and father.”

“She has a fine head for it,” croaked Jacques Three. “I have

seen blue eyes and golden hair there, and they looked charming

when Samson held them up.” Ogre that he was, he spoke like an

epicure.

Madame Defarge cast down her eyes, and reflected a little.

“The child also,” observed Jacques Three, with a meditative

enjoyment of his words, “has golden hair and blue eyes. And we

seldom have a child there. It is a pretty sight!”

“In a word,” said Madame Defarge, coming out of her short

abstraction, “I cannot trust my husband in this matter. Not only

do I feel, since last night, that I dare not confide to him the details

of my projects; but also I feel that if I delay, there is danger of his

giving warning, and then they might escape.”

“That must never be,” croaked Jacques Three; “no one must

escape. We have not half enough as it is. We ought to have