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The lady in question, whose rooted conviction that she was more

than a match for any foreigner, was not to be shaken by distress

and, danger, appeared with folded arms, and observed in English

to The Vengeance, whom her eyes first encountered, "Well, I am

sure, Boldface! I hope you are pretty well!" She also bestowed a

British cough on Madame Defarge; but, neither of the two took

much heed of her.

"Is that his child?" said Madame Defarge, stopping in her work

for the first time, and pointing her knitting-needle at little

Lucie as if it were the finger of Fate.

"Yes, madame," answered Mr. Lorry; "this is our poor prisoner's

darling daughter, and only child."

The shadow attendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemed to

fall so threatening and dark on the child, that her mother

instinctively kneeled on the ground beside her, and held her to

her breast. The shadow attendant on Madame Defarge and her party

seemed then to fall, threatening and dark, on both the mother and

the child.