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nd as before； and in his mouth there is a gag……tied so； with a tight string； making him look almost as if he laughed。' He suggested it； by creasing his face with his two thumbs； from the corners of his mouth to his ears。 ‘On the top of the gallows is fixed the knife； blade upwards； with its point in the air。 He is hanged there forty feet high……and is left hanging； poisoning the water。
They looked at one another； as he used his blue cap to wipe his face； on which the perspiration had started afresh while he recalled the spectacle。
‘It is frightful； messieurs。 How can the women and the children draw water！ Who can gossip of an evening； under that shadow！ Under it； have I said？ When I left the village； Monday evening as the sun was going to bed； and looked back from the hill； the shadow struck across the church； across the mill； across the prison……seemed to strike across the earth； messieurs； to where the sky rests upon it！'
The hungry man gnawed one of his fingers as he looked at the other three； and his finger quivered with the craving that was on him。
‘That's all； messieurs。 I left at sunset （as I had been warned to do）； and I walked on； that night and half next day； until I met （as I was warned I should） this rade。 With him； I came on； now riding and now walking； through the rest of yesterday and through last night。 And here you see me！'
After a gloomy silence； the first Jacques said； ‘Good！ You have acted and recounted faithfully。 Will you wait for us a little； outside the door？'
‘Very willingly；' said the mender of roads。 Whom Defarge escorted to the top of the stairs； and； leaving seated there； returned。
The three had risen； and their heads were together when he came back to the garret。
‘How say you； Jacques？' demanded Number One。 ‘To be registered？'
‘To be registered； as doomed to destruction；' returned Defarge。
‘Magnificent！' croaked the man with the craving。
‘The chateau and all the race？' inquired the first。
‘The chateau and all the race；' returned Defarge。 ‘Extermination。'
The hungry man repeated； in a rapturous croak； ‘Magnificent！' and began gnawing another finger。
‘Are you sure；' asked Jacques Two； of Defarge； ‘that no embarrassment can arise from our manner of keeping the register？ Without doubt it is safe； for no one beyond ourselves can decipher it； but shall we always be able to decipher it or； I ought to say； will she？'
‘Jacques；' returned Defarge； drawing himself up； ‘if madame my wife undertook to keep the register in her memory alone； she would not lose a word of it……not a syllable of it。 Knitted； in her own stitches and her own symbols； it will always be as plain to her as the sun。 Confide in Madame Defarge。 It would be easier for the weakest poltroon that lives； to erase himself from existence； than to erase one letter of his name or crimes from the knitted register of Madame Defarge。'
There was a murmur of confidence and approval； and then the man who hungered； asked： ‘Is this rustic to be sent back soon？ I hope so。 He is very simple； is he not a little dangerous？'
‘He knows nothing；' said Defarge； ‘at least nothing more than would easily elevate himself to gallows of the same height。 I charge myself with him； let him remain with me； I will take care of him； and set him on his road。 He wishes to see the fine world……the King； the Queen； and Court； let him see them on Sunday。
‘What？' exclaimed the hungry man； staring。 ‘Is it a good sign； that he wishes to see Royalty and Nobility？'
‘Jacques；' said Defarge； judiciously show a cat milk； if you wish her to thirst for it。 Judiciously show a dog his natural prey； if you wish him to bring it down one day。'
Nothing more was said； and the mender of roads； being found already dozing on the topmost stair； was advised to lay himself down on the pallet…bed and take some rest。 He needed no persuasion； and was soon asleep。
Worse quarters than Defarge's wine…shop； could easily have been found in Paris for a provincial slave of that degree。 Saving for a mysterious dread of madame by which he was constantly haunted； his life was very new and agreeable。 But； madame sat all day at her counter； so expressly unconscious of him； and so particularly determined not to perceive that his being there had any connexion with anything below the surface； that he shook in his wooden shoes whenever his eye lighted on her。 For； he contended with himself that it was impossible to foresee what that lady might pretend next； and he felt assured that if she should take it into her brightly ornamented head to pretend that she had seen him do a murder and afterwards Ray the victim； she would infallibly go through with it until the play was played out。
Therefore； when Sunday came； the mender of roads was not enchanted （though he said he was） to find that madame was to acpany monsieur and himself to Versailles。 It was additionally disconcerting to have madame knitting all the way there； in a public conveyance； it was additionally disconcerting yet； to have madame in the crowd in the afternoon； still with her knitting in her hands as the crowd waited to see the carriage of the King and Queen。
‘You work hard； madame；' said a man near her。
‘Yes；' answered Madame Defarge； ‘I have a good deal to do。'
‘What do you make； madame？'
‘Many things。'
‘For instance……'
‘For instance；' returned Madame Defarge； posedly； ‘shrouds。'
The man moved a little further away； as soon as he could； and the mender of roads fanned himself with his blue cap： feeling it mightily close and oppressive。 If he needed a King and Queen to restore him； he was fortunate in having his remedy at hand； for； soon the large…faced King and the fair…faced Queen came in their golden coach； attended by the shining Bull's Eye of their Court； a glittering multitude of laughing ladies and fine lords； and in jewels and silks and powder and splendour and elegantly spurning figures and handsomely disdainful faces of both sexes； the mender of roads bathed himself； so much to his temporary intoxication； that he cried Long live the King； Long live the Queen； Long live everybody and everything！ as if he had never heard of ubiquitous Jacques in his time。 Then； there were gardens； courtyards； terraces； fountains； green banks； mo