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The poor people rose by thousands, seized whatever weapons they could get  guns, axes, or even stones of the street  and, led by Defarge and his tigerish wife, set out to avenge their wrongs. THE POOR PEOPLE ROSE BY THOUSANDS SEIZED WHATEVER WEAPONS THEY COULD GET GUNS AXES OR EVEN STONES OF THE STREET AND LED BY DEFARGE AND HIS TIGERISH WIFE SET OUT TO AVENGE THEIR WRONGS
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. 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. One day this frightful human storm, which for so many years had been gathering in France, burst over Paris. E 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 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 ONE DAY THIS FRIGHTFUL HUMAN STORM WHICH FOR SO MANY YEARS HAD BEEN GATHERING IN FRANCE BURST OVER PARIS
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