| They were poor and unhappy, but now they had a noticeable sense of power placed over their unhappiness. Madame Defarge is sitting at her chair, knitting, alongside a woman nicknamed "Vengeance". Defarge walks in and a hush falls into the shop. |
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| Does everyone here remember old Foulon, who told starving people that they should eat grass, and who died and was sent to hell for it. | |
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| He’s not dead! He feared us so much—and for good reason—that he pretended to be dead and had a large fake funeral. But they have found him alive, hiding in the country, and have brought him back to Paris. I have seen him just now on his way to the Hotel de Ville. He is a prisoner. I have said that he had good reasons to be afraid of all of us. Tell me, everyone! Was I right? | |
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| CHEERS----TO REVENGE | |
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| The drum was beating in the street as if it and the drummer had come together by magic. The Vengeance, shrieking loudly, was running from house to house, calling the women to action. |
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| Foulon is alive! Foulon who told the starving people to eat grass! Foulon who told my aging father that he should eat grass when I didn’t have any bread to give him! Foulon who told my baby to suck on grass when my breasts were dry of milk from starvation! Oh, mother of God, this Foulon! | |
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