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,areanumberofwomen,busily
knitting.Ononeoftheforemostchairs,standsTheVengeance,
lookingaboutforherfriend.
“Therese!”shecries,inhershrilltones.“Whohasseenher?
ThereseDefarge!”
“Shenevermissedbefore,”saysaknitting-womanofthe
sisterhood.
“Nonorwillshemissnow,”criesTheVengeancepetulantly.
“Therese.”
“Louder,”thewomanrecommends.
Ay!Louder,Vengeance,muchlouder,andstillshewillscarcely
hearthee.Louderyet,Vengeance,withalittleoathorsoadded,
andyetitwillhardlybringher.Sendotherwomenupanddownto
seekher,lingeringsomewhereandyet,althoughthemessengers
havedonedreaddeeds,itisquestionablewhetheroftheirown
willstheywillgofarenoughtofindher!
“BadFortune!”criesTheVengeance,stampingherfootinthe
chair,“andherearethetumbril