"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     "How goes it, Jacques?" said one of these three to Monsieur Defarge. "Is all the spilt wine swallowed?"

     "Every drop, Jacques," answered Monsieur Defarge.

     When this interchange of Christian name was effected, Madame Defarge, picking her teeth with her toothpick, coughed another grain of cough, and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line.

     "It is not often," said the second of the three, addressing Monsieur Defarge, "that many of these miserable beasts know the taste of wine, or of anything but black bread and death. Is it not so, Jacques?"

 

     "It is so, Jacques," Monsieur Defarge returned.

     At this second interchange of the Christian name, Madame Defarge, still using her toothpick with profound composure, coughed another grain of cough, and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line.

     The last of the three now said his say, as he put down his empty drinking vessel and smacked his lips.

     "Ah! So much the worse! A bitter taste it is that such poor cattle always have in their mouths, and hard lives they live, Jacques. Am I right, Jacques?"

     "You are right, Jacques," was the response of Monsieur Defarge.

 
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