defarge

Beginning to be struck by Defarge's manner, Mr. Lorry looked dubiously at him, and led the way.

madame defarge poured it out for him , took to her knitting again , and hummed a little song over it.

Madame Defarge immediately called to her husband that she would get them, and went, knitting, out of the lamplight, through the court-yard.

defarge glanced darkly at him for answer , and walked on in a steady and set silence.

A few days later Defarge reported to his wife some news from his friend'Jacques' in the police.

The next day a stranger came into the wine-shop. At once, Madame Defarge picked up a rose from the table and put it in her hair.

There was no answer and Madame Defarge quickly opened three of the doors and saw that the rooms were empty. One door was still closed.

defarge , who had been uneasily biting his thumb - nail and looking at her , collected his face into a sterner expression.

madame defarge looked at her scornfully , but still with something of miss prosss own perception that they two were at bay.

Worse quarters than Defarge 's wine-shop could easily have been found in Paris for a provincial slave of that degree.

Defarge was pleased AT their arrival. Before, he had been a servant to Dr Manette.

Madame Defarge sat observing it, with such suppressed approval as was to be desired in the leader of the Saint Antoine women.

Defarge made a lot of noise as he opened the door. Mr Lorry and Lucie went into the room behind him.

defarge looked gloomily at his wife , and gave no other answer than a gruff sound of acquiescence.

'Madame, ' Defarge said to his wife, 'this man, who is called Jacques, has walked a long way with me.

Defarge went over to speak to them, suddenly kissed the young lady's hand, and led them out of the back of the shop.

While Mr Lorry and Defarge went to arrange for a coach to take them out of Paris, Lucie sat with her father.

In Monsieur Defarge's wine-shop in Saint Antoine customers came and went all the time.

A bad truth for you, ' said Defarge , speaking with knitted brows, and looking straight before him.

the shadow attendant on madame defarge and her party seemed then to fall , threatening and dark , on both the mother and the child.

Defarge took a key out of his pocket.

Both Mr. Lorry and Defarge were rather disinclined to this course, but in favour of one of them remaining.

Also that afternoon Madame Defarge was talking with her friends.

In the wine-shop of Monsieur Defarge there were not many customers and Defarge was outside, talking to a man in the street.

Madame Defarge , with her arms folded, sat in the morning light and heat, contemplating the wine-shop and the street.

To be registered, as doomed to destruction, ' returned Defarge.

It began one summer day in the streets of Saint Antoine, around Defarge's wine-shop, with a great crowd of people.

Defarge took his receipt without noticing the exclamation, and withdrew, with his two fellow-patriots.

Madame Defarge. 'I salute you, citizeness, ' from the Doctor. 'I salute you, citizen.

Defarge went last, and closed the door.

madame defarge looked superciliously at the client , and nodded in confirmation.

asked madame defarge , inquisitively raising her dark eyebrows.

Dr Manette no longer looked like the man in the room above Defarge's wine-shop five years ago.

Almost at the first word, Monsieur Defarge started and became deeply attentive.

said Defarge, in a determined voice, 'are we ready?

Madame Defarge, surely! 'said Mr. Lorry, who had left her in exactly the same attitude some seventeen years ago.

Scarcely noticing as yet, in what a curiously reserved and mechanical way Defarge spoke, Mr.

It does not take a long time to strike a man with Lightning, ' said Defarge.

Then he went to the Defarge's wine shop, where he learnt why they were so eager to have Charles sentenced to death.

In a poor district in Paris, in the year 1775, there was a wine shop, the owner of which was Monsieur Defarge.

'Because he has lived too long behind a locked door, ' replied Defarge angrily.

'You are right, ' said Defarge. 'And there are many other reasons why Dr Manette should leave France now. '

I see Barsad, Defarge, the judges, all dying under this terrible machine.

My name is Defarge and I have a wine-shop in Saint Antoine.

"We are glad to have you with us, Jacques, " Defarge said to the man.

'That's not my name. I am Ernest Defarge.

Then he went to Defarge's wine shop.

and Defarge and Jacques Three went with him through the dark prison,

Defarge stood, panting, against a background of eager eyes and open mouths, formed outside the door;

Instantly Madame Defarge's knife was in her girdle;

'My name is Defarge. I come from Dr Manette;