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المؤلف: Charles Dickens

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"It will do her no good to keep herself concealed from me at this
moment," said Madame Defarge. "Good patriots will know what that
means. Let me see her. Go tell her that I wish to see her. Do you
hear?"
"If those eyes of yours were bed-winches," returned Miss Pross,
"and I was an English four-poster, they shouldn't loose a
splinter of me. No, you wicked foreign woman; I am your match."
Madame Defarge was not likely to follow these idiomatic remarks
in detail; but, she so far understood them as to perceive that
she was set at naught.
"Woman imbecile and pig-like!" said Madame Defarge, frowning. "I
take no answer from you. I demand to see her. Either tell her
that I demand to see her, or stand out of the way of the door and
let me go to her!" This, with an angry explanatory wave of her
right arm.

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