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ssion of the faces was altered。 A rumour just lived in the villagehad a faint and bare existence there； as its people had that when the knife struck home； the faces changed； from faces of pride to faces of anger and pain also； that when that dangling figure was hauled up forty fee above the fountain； they changed again； and bore a cruel look of being avenged； which they would henceforth bear for ever。 In the stone face over the great window of the bed…chamber where the murder was done； two fine dints were pointed out in the sculptured nose； which everybody recognised； and which nobody had seen of old； and on the scarce occasions when two or three ragged peasants emerged from the crowd to take a hurried peep at Monsieur the Marquis petrified； a skinny finger would not have pointed to it for a minute； before they all started away among the moss and leaves； like the more fortunate hares who could find a living there。
Chateau and hut； stone face and dangling figure； the red stain on the stone floor； and the pure water in the village wellthousands of acres of landa whole province of Franceall France itselflay under the night sky； concentrated into a faint hairbreadth line。 So does a whole world； with all its greatnesses and littlenesses； lie in a twinkling star。 And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition； so； sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours； every thought and act； every vice and virtue； of every responsible creature on it。
The Defarges； husband and wife； came lumbering under the starlight； in their public vehicle； to that gate of Paris whereunto their journey naturally tended。 There was the usual stoppage at the barrier guardhouse； and the usual lanterns came glancing forth for the usual examination and inquiry。 Monsieur Defarge alighted； knowing one or two of the soldiery there； and one of the police。 The latter he was intimate with； and affectionately embraced。
When Saint Antoine had again enfolded the Defarges in his dusky wings； and they； having finally alighted near the Saint's boundaries； were picking their way on foot through the black mud and offal of his streets； Madame Defarge spoke to her husband：
‘Say then； my friend； what did Jacques of the police tell thee？'
‘Very little tonight； but all he knows。 There is another spy commissioned for our quarter。 There may be many more； for all that he can say； but he knows of one。'
‘Eh well！' said Madame Defarge； raising her eyebrows with a cool business air。 ‘It is necessary to register him。 How do they call that man？'
‘He is English。'
‘So much the better。 His name？'
‘Barsad；' said Defarge； making it French by pronunciation。 But； he had been so careful to get it accurately； that he then spelt it with perfect correctness。
‘Barsad；；' repeated madame。 ‘Good。 Christian name？'
‘John。'
‘John Barsad；' repeated madame； after murmuring it once to herself。 ‘Good。 His appearance； is it known？'
‘Age； about forty years； height； about five feet nine； black hair； complexion dark； generally； rather handsome visage； eyes dark； face thin； long； and sallow； nose aquiline； but not straight； having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek； expression； therefore； sinister。'
‘Eh my faith。 It is a portrait！' said madame； laughing。 ‘He shall be registered tomorrow。'
They turned into the wine…shop； which was closed （for it was midnight） and where Madame Defarge immediately took her post at her desk； counted the small moneys that had been taken during her absence； examined the stock； went through the entries in the book； made other entries of her own； checked the serving man in every possible way； and finally dismissed him to bed。 Then she turned out the contents of the bowl of money for the second time； and began knotting them up in her handkerchief； in a chain of separate knots； for safe keeping through the night。 All this while； Defarge； with his pipe in his mouth； walked up and down； complacently admiring； but never interfering； in which condition； indeed； as to the business and his domestic affairs； he walked up and down through life。
The night was hot； and the shop； close shut and surrounded by so foul a neighbourhood； was ill…smelling。 Monsieur Defarge's olfactory sense was by no means delicate； but the stock of wine smelt much stronger than it ever tasted； and so did the stock of rum and brandy and aniseed。 He whiffed the compound of scents away； as he put down his smoked…out pipe。
‘You are fatigued；' said madame； raising her glance as she knotted the money。 ‘There are only the usual odours。'
‘I am a little tired；' her husband acknowledged。
‘You are a little depressed； too；' said madame； whose quick eyes had never been so intent on the accounts； but they had had a ray or two for him。 ‘Oh； the men； the men！'
‘But my dear！' began Defarge。
‘But my dear！' repeated madame； nodding firmly； ‘but my dear！ You are faint of heart tonight； my dear！'
‘Well； then；' said Defarge； as if a thought were wrung Out of his breast； ‘it is a long time。'
‘It is a long time；' repeated his wife； ‘and when is it not a long time？ Vengeance and retribution require a long time； it is the rule。'
‘It does not take a long time to strike a man with Lightning；' said Defarge。
‘How long；' demanded madame； composedly； ‘does it take to make and store the lightning？ Tell me。'
Defarge raised his head thoughtfully； as if there were something in that too。
‘It does not take a long time；' said madame； ‘for an earthquake to swallow a town。 Eh well！ Tell me how long it takes to prepare the earthquake？'
‘A long time； I suppose；' said Defarge。
‘But when it is ready； it takes place； and grinds to pieces everything before it。 In the meantime； it is always preparing； though it is not seen or heard。 That is your consolation。 Keep it。'
She tied a knot with flashing eyes； as if it throttled a foe。
‘I tell thee；' said madame； extending her right hand； for emphasis； ‘that although it is a long time on the road； it is on the road and coming。 I tell thee it never retreats； and never stops。 I tell thee it is always advancing。 Look around and consider the lives of all the world that we know； consider the faces of all the world that we know； consider the rage and discontent to which the Jacquerie addresses itself with more and more of certainty every hour。 Can such things last？ Bah！ I mock you。'
‘My brave wife；' returned Defarge； standing before her with his head a little bent； and his hands clasped at his back； like a docile and attentive pupil before his catechist； ‘I do not question all this。 But it has lasted a long time； and it is possibleyou know well； my wife； it is possiblethat it may not come； during our lives。'
‘Eh well！ How then？' demanded madame； tying another knot； as if there were another enemy strangled。
‘Well！' said Defarge； with a half…complaining and half apologetic shrug。 ‘We shall not see the triumph。'
We shall have helped it；' returned madame； with her extended hand in strong action。 ‘Nothing that we do； is done in vain。 I believe； with all my soul； that we shall see the triumph。 But even if not； even if I knew certainly not； show me the neck