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Whenthisinterchangeofchristiannamewaseffected,Madame
Defarge,pickingherteethwithhertoothpick,coughedanother
grainofcough,andraisedhereyebrowsbythebreadthofanother
line.
“Itisnotoften,”saidthesecondofthethree,addressing
MonsieurDefarge,“thatmanyofthesemiserablebeastsknowthe
tasteofwine,orofanythingbutblackbreadanddeath.Isitnotso,
Jacques?”
“Itisso,Jacques,”MonsieurDefargereturned.Atthissecond
interchangeofthechristianname,MadameDefarge,stillusing
hertoothpickwithprofoundcomposure,coughedanothergrainof
cough,andraisedhereyebrowsbythebreadthofanotherline.
Thelastofthethreenowsaidhissay,asheputdownhisempty
drinkingvesselandsmackedhislips.
“Ah!Somuchtheworse!Abittertasteitisthatsuchpoorcattle
alwayshaveintheirmouths,andhardlivestheylive,Jacque