Madame Defarge’s head) of having his small individual fears for

his own personal safety, every hour in the day.

“I,” said madame, “am equally engaged at the same place. After

it is oversay at eight tonightcome you to me, in Saint Antoine,

and we will give information against these people at my Section.”

The wood-sawyer said he would be proud and flattered to

attend the citizeness. The citizeness looking at him, he became

embarrassed, evaded her glance as a small dog would have done,

retreated among his wood, and hid his confusion over the handle

of his saw.

Madame Defarge beckoned the Juryman and The Vengeance a

little nearer to the door, and there expounded her further views to

them thus:

“She will now be at home, awaiting the moment of his death,

She will be mourning and grieving. She will be in a state of mind

to impeach the justice of the Republic, She will be full of sympathy

with its enemies, I will go to her.”

“What an admirable woman; what an adorable woman!”

exclaimed Jacques Three, rapturously. “Ah, my cherished!” cried

The Vengeance; and embraced her.

“Take you my knitting,” said Madame Defarge, placing it in her

lieutenant’s hands, “and have it ready for me in my usual seat,

Keep me my usual chair, Go you there, straight, for there will

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