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The wood-sawyer said he would be proud and flattered to attend

the citizeness. The citizeness looking at him, he became

embarrassed, evaded her glance as a small dog would have done,

retreated among his wood, and hid his confusion over the handle

of his saw.

Madame Defarge beckoned the Juryman and The Vengeance a little

nearer to the door, and there expounded her further views to them

thus:

"She will now be at home, awaiting the moment of his death. She

will be mourning and grieving. She will be in a state of mind to

impeach the justice of the Republic. She will be full of sympathy

with its enemies. I will go to her."

"What an admirable woman; what an adorable woman!" exclaimed

Jacques Three, rapturously. "Ah, my cherished!" cried The

Vengeance; and embraced her.