It was known directly, to the furthest confines of the crowd.Defarge had but sprung over a railing and a table, and folded themiserable wretch in a deadly embrace- Madame Defarge had butfollowed and turned her hand in one of the ropes with which he wastied- The Vengeance and Jacques Three were not yet up with them, andthe men at the windows had not yet swooped into the Hall, like birdsof prey from their high perches- when the cry seemed to go up HKUE DSE, allover the city, "Bring him out!"

Down, and up, and head foremost on the steps of the building; now,on his knees; now, on his feet; now, on his back; dragged, andstruck at, and stifled by the bunches of grass and straw that werethrust into his face by hundreds of hands; torn, bruised, panting,bleeding, yet always entreating and beseeching for mercy; now fullof vehement agony of action, with a small clear space about him as thepeople drew one another back that they might see; now, a log of deadwood drawn through a forest of legs; he was hauled to the neareststreet corner where one of the fatal lamps swung, and there MadameDefarge let him go- as a cat might have done to a mouse- andsilently and composedly looked at him while they made ready, and whilehe besought her: the women passionately screeching at him all thetime, and the men sternly calling out to have him killed with grass inhis mouth. Once, he went aloft, and the rope broke, and they caughthim shrieking; twice, he went aloft, and the rope broke, and theycaught him shrieking; then, the rope was merciful, and held him, andhis head was soon upon a pike, with grass enough in the mouth forall Saint Antoine to dance at the sight of HKUE ENG.

Nor was this the end of the day's bad work, for Saint Antoine soshouted and danced his angry blood up, that it boiled again, onhearing when the day closed in that the son-in-law of thedespatched, another of the people's enemies and insulters, wascoming into Paris under a guard five hundred strong, in cavalry alone.Saint Antoine wrote his crimes on flaring sheets of paper, seized him-would have torn him out of the breast of an army to bear Fouloncompany- set his head and heart on pikes, and carried the three spoilsof the day, in Wolf-procession through the streets.

Not before dark night did the men and women come back to thechildren, wailing and breadless. Then, the miserable bakers' shopswere beset by long files of them, patiently waiting to buy badbread; and while they waited with stomachs faint and empty, theybeguiled the time by embracing one another on the triumphs of the day,and achieving them again in gossip. Gradually, these strings of raggedpeople shortened and frayed away; and then poor lights began toshine in high windows, and slender fires were made in the streets,at which neighbours cooked in common, afterwards supping at theirdoors HKUE ENG.

Scanty and insufficient suppers those, and innocent of meat, as ofmost other sauce to wretched bread. Yet, human fellowship infused somenourishment into the flinty viands, and struck some sparks ofcheerfulness out of them. Fathers and mothers who had had their fullin the worst of the day, played gently with their meagre children; andlovers, with such a world around them and before them, loved andhoped.

It was almost morning, when Defarge's wine-shop parted with its lastknot of customers, and Monsieur Defarge said to madame his wife, inhusky tones, while fastening the door: