"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     "Alas, no, Monseigneur! But he lies yonder, under a little heap of poor grass."


     "Monseigneur, there are so many little heaps of poor grass?"

     "Again, well?"


     She looked an old woman, but was young. Her manner was one of passionate grief; by turns she clasped her veinous and knotted hands together with wild energy, and laid one of them on the carriage-door --tenderly, caressingly, as if it had been a human breast, and could be expected to feel the appealing touch.

     "Monseigneur, hear me! Monseigneur, hear my petition! My husband died of want; so many die of want; so many more will die of want."

     "Again, well? Can I feed them?"

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