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And the half starved women, who sat and looked on as the gilded coaches of the rich rolled through the streets, were sullenly waiting  watching Madame Defarge as she silently knitted, knitted into her work names of those whom the people had condemned to death without mercy. AND THE HALF STARVED WOMAN WHO SAT AND LOOKED ON AS THE GILDED COACHES OF THE RICH ROLLED THROUGH THE STREETS WERE SULLENLY WAITING WATCHING MADAME DEFARGE AS SHE SILENTLY KNITTED KNITTED INTO HER WORK NAMES OF THOSE WHOM THE PEOPLE HAD CONDEMNED TO DEATH WITHOUT MERCY
ny one, yet saw everything that happened. She was as strong as a man and every one was somewhat afraid of her. She was even crueler and more resolute than her husband. She would sit knitting all day long in the dirty wine shop, watching and listening, and knitting in the names of people whom she hoped soon to see killed. One of the hated names that she knitted over and over again was "Evrémonde." The laborer who, in the madness of his grief for his dead child, had murdered the Marquis de St. Evrémonde, Darnay's hard-hearted uncle, had been caught and hanged; and, because of this, Defarge and his wife and the other plotters had condemned all of the name of Evrémonde to death. Meanwhile the king and queen of France and all their gay and careless court of nobles feasted and danced as heedlessly as ever. They did not see the storm rising. The bitter taxes still went on. The wine shop of Defarge looked as peaceful as ever, but the men who drank there now were dreaming of murder and revenge. AT NEVER SEEMED TO LOOK AT ANY ONE YET SAW EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED SHE WAS AS STRONG AS A MAN AND EVERY ONE WAS SOMEWHAT AFRAID OF HER SHE WAS EVEN CRUELLER AND MORE RESOLUTE THAN HER HUSBAND SHE WOULD SIT KNITTING ALL DAY LONG IN THE DIRTY WINE SHOP WATCHING AND LISTENING AND KNITTING IN THE NAMES OF PEOPLE WHOM SHE HOPED SOON TO SEE KILLED ONE OF THE HATED NAMES THAT SHE KNITTED OVER AND OVER AGAIN WAS EVREMONDE A LABORER WHO IN THE MADNESS OF HIS GRIEF FOR HIS DEAD CHILD HAD MURDERED THE MARQUIS DE SAINT EVREMONDE DARNAY'S HARD HEARTED UNCLE AND HAD CAUGHT AND HANGED AND BECAUSE OF THIS DEFARGE AND HIS WIFE AND THE OTHER PLOTTERS HAD CONDEMNED ALL THE NAME OF EVREMONDE TO DEATH MEANWHILE THE KING AND QUEEN OF FRANCE AND ALL THEIR GAY AND CARELESS COURT OF NOBLES FEASTED AND DANCED AS HEEDLESSLY AS EVER THEY DID NOT SEE THE STORM RISING THE BITTER TAXES STILL WENT ON THE WINE SHOP OF DEFARGE LOOKED AS PEACEFUL ASVER BUT THE MEN WHO DRANK THERE NOW WERE DREAMING OF MURDER AND REVENGE
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