The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
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Is that his child?" said Madame Defarge, stopping in her work for the fust time, and pointing her knitting-needle at little Lucie as if it were the finger of Fate. ¡¡¡¡"Yes, madame," answered Mr. Lorry; "this is our poor prisoner's darling daughter, and only child." ¡¡¡¡The shadow attendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemed to fall so threatening and dark on the child, that her mother instinctively kneeled on the ground beside her, and held her to her breast. The shadow attendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemed then to fall,
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threatening and dark, on both the mother and the child. ¡¡¡¡"It is enough, my husband," said Madame Defarge. "I have seen them. We may go." ¡¡¡¡But, the suppressed manner had enough of menace in it- not visible and presented, but indistinct and withheld- to alarm Lucie into saying, as she laid her appealing hand on Madame Defarge's dress: