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Iright,Jacques?”
“Youareright,Jacques,”wastheresponseofMonsieur
Defarge.
Thisthirdinterchangeofthechristiannamewascompletedat
themomentwhenMadameDefargeputhertoothpickby,kepther
eyebrowsup,andslightlyrustledinherseat.
“Holdthen!True!”mutteredherhusband.“Gentlemenmy
wife!”
ThethreecustomerspulledofftheirhatstoMadameDefarge,
withthreeflourishes.Sheacknowledgedtheirhomagebybending
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herhead,andgivingthemaquicklook.Thensheglancedina
casualmannerroundthewine-shop,tookupherknittingwith
greatapparentcalmnessandreposeofspiritandbecame
absorbedinit.
“Gentlemen,”saidherhusband,whohadkepthisbrighteye
observantlyuponher,“goodday.Thechamber,furnished
bachelor-fashion,thatyouwishedtosee,andwereinquiringfor