Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-09-08

hair; generally rather handsome visage; COM
plexon dark; eyes dark thin, long, and sal
low face aquilne Nose, but not straight, hav-
ing peculiar inclination toward the left cheek,
which imparts sinister expression "Good- |
day, one and ALL"
Have the goodness to give me little glass
of old cognac, and mouthful of cool fresh wa
ter, madame
Madame complied with polite air.
Marvellous cognac, this, madame! "
1t was the first time it had ever been SO COM
plimented, and Madame Defarge knew enough
of its antecedents to know better. She said,
however, that the cognac was fattered, and
took up her knitting. Tue visitor watched her
fingers for few moments and took the oppor-
tunity of observing the place in general
" You knit with great skill, madame
|" am accusNnod Is it,"
ga pretty pattern too -
" You think so 2" said madame, looking at
him with smile.
" Decidedly, May one ask what it is tor?'
" Pastime," said madame, still looking at
him with smile, while her fingers moved
nimbly.
Not for uso?'
That depends | may find use for it one
day. If | do-well," :" said madame, drawing
a breath and nodding her head with stern
kind of coquetry, "I'll use it ~
1t was remarkable; but the taste of Saint
Antoine seemed to be decidedly opposed to q
rose on the hcad-dress of Madame Defarge.--
Two men had ent red separately, and had been
about to order drink, when, catching sight at
that novelty, they faltered made pretense OF
looking about as if for some friend who was not
there, and went away. Nor of those who had
been there when this visitor entered was there
one left. They had all dropped off. The spy
had kept his eyes open, but had been able to
detect no sign. They had lounged away in a
poverty-stricken, ,purposoloss, accidental manner,
quite natural and unimpeachablc
JouN," thought madame, checking off her
work as her fingers knitted and her eyes looked
at the stranger. " Stay long enough and
shall knit BARsAD before you 60"
:" You have a husband, madame?"
81 have"
Chlldrcn?"
"No children.n
Business seems bad?"
" Business is very bad the people are 50
poor
"Ah, tho unfortunate, miserable people So
oppressed too-as you say"
AS you say" madame retorted, correcting
him, and deftly knitting an extra something
into his name that boded him no good.
" Pardon me; certainly it was who said 50,
but you naturally think So OF course"
81 Think" returned madame, in high
voice. g. and my husband have enough to dc
to keep thic wine shop open without thinking
All we think here is, how to live. That is the
subject ,ce think of, and it gives us, from morn
ing to night, enough to think about without
embarrassing our heads concerning Others.
think for others? No, no.
The spy who was there to pick upany crumb
he could find or make, did not allow his bafllet
state to express itself in his sinister face, bu
stood with an air of gossiping gallantly, lean
ing his elbow on Madame Defargo's little coun
ter, and occasionally slipping his cognac.
bad business this, madame, coolly an
lightly, " if people use knives for such purpose
they have to pay for is. He knew beforehan
what the price of his luxury was he has pai
the price
II believe said the spy, dropping his sol
voice to tone that invited confidence, and cz
pressing a.. injured revolutionary susceptible
in every muscle of his wicked face; ." i beliey
' there is much compassion and anger in th
neishborhood touching the poor fellow? B,
tween ourselves
/" Is there ?" asked madame, vacantly.
I" Is there not?'
4 "-lIere is my husband " said madame D,
. farge,
f As the keeper of the wine-shop entered at IL
G door the spy salutcd him by touching his ha
1 and saying, with an engaging smile, p" Gooo
, day, jacques y DoMrge stopped short, an
stared at him.
g Good-day, jacques the spy rcpeatc'
= with not quite so much confidence, or quite
6 easy smile under the stare.
E +" You deceive yourself, monsieur return(
the keeper of the wine shop. You mstal
mo for another That is not my name. a
Ernest Defarge." "
- 1t is all the same, y said the spy, airily, b.
= disconliitcd too "good-day
\ i" Good-day," answered Deiarge, sulkily.
% | was saying to madame, with whom ht
= tie pleasure o! chatting when you entered, TIL
they tell me there is-and no wonder -mu,
!, sympathy and anger in Saint Antoine touchil
the unhappy fate of poor Gispard."
/" No one has told me So said Defargc. sha
ing his head ~ know nothing of it..
- Having said it, 10 passed behind the lit
counter, and stood with his Land on the back
" his wife's chair, looking over that barrier at t
u person to whom they were both opposed, al
whom either Of them would have shot with t
greatest satisfaction.
" The spy, we'll used to his business, did r
change his unconscious attitute, but drained
" little glass of cognac, took sip Of fresh wat
/" and asked for another g.ss of cognac. Nj
70 anne Defj'rgc poured it out for him, took to |
~ knitting again, and hummed little song o,
it.
e. You seem to know this quarter WE'LL IL
cd is to say, better than do? - observed |
he farge
g Not at all, but hope to know it better
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