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A figure entering at the door threw a shadow on Madame Defarge

which she felt to be a new one. She laid down her knitting, and

began to pin her rose in her head-dress, before she looked at the

figure.

It was curious. The moment Madame Defarge took up the rose, the

customers ceased talking, and began gradually to drop out of the

wine-shop.

"Good day, madame," said the new-comer.

"Good day, monsieur."

She said it aloud, but added to herself, as she resumed her

knitting: "Hah! Good day, age about forty, height about five feet

nine, black hair, generally rather handsome visage, complexion

dark, eyes dark, thin, long and sallow face, aquiline nose but

not straight, having a peculiar inclination towards the left

cheek which imparts a sinister expression! Good day, one and

all!"

"Have the goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac, and a

mouthful of cool fresh water, madame."

Madame complied with a polite air.

"Marvellous cognac this, madame!"