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Madame Defarge returned to her counter to get the wine, and, as

he took up a Jacobin journal and feigned to pore over it puzzling

out its meaning, he heard her say, "I swear to you, like

Evremonde!"

Defarge brought him the wine, and gave him Good Evening.

"How?"

"Good evening."

"Oh! Good evening, citizen," filling his glass. "Ah! and good

wine. I drink to the Republic."

Defarge went back to the counter, and said, "Certainly, a little

like." Madame sternly retorted, "I tell you a good deal like."

Jacques Three pacifically remarked, "He is so much in your mind,

see you, madame." The amiable Vengeance added, with a laugh,

"Yes, my faith! And you are looking forward with so much pleasure

to seeing him once more to-morrow!"