e whom she hoped soon to see killed.

One of the hated names that she knitted over and over again was
"Evremonde." The laborer who, in the madness of his grief for his dead
child, had murdered the Marquis de St. Evremonde, Darnay's hard-hearted
uncle, had been caught and hanged; and, because of this, Defarge and his
wife and the other plotters had condemned all of the name of Evremonde
to death.

Meanwhile the king and queen of France and all their gay and careless
court of nobles feasted and danced as heedlessly as ever. They did not
see the storm rising. The bitter taxes still went on. The wine shop of
Defarge looked as peaceful as ever, but the men who drank there now were
dreaming of murder and revenge. And the half-starved women, who sat and
looked on as the gilded coaches of the rich rolled through the streets,
were sullenly waiting--watching Madame Defarge as she silently knitted,
knitted into her work names of those whom the people had condemned to
death without mercy.

One day this frightful human storm, which for so many years had been
gathering in France, burst over Paris. The poor people rose by
thousands, seized whatever weapons they could get--guns, axes, or even
stones of the street--and, led by Defarge and his tigerish wife, set out
to avenge their wrongs. Their rage turned first of all against the
Bastille, the old stone prison in which so many of their kind had died,
where Doctor Manette for eighteen years had made shoes. They beat down
the thick walls and butchered the soldiers who defended it, and released
the prisoners. And wherever they saw one of the king's uniforms they
hanged the wearer to the nearest lamp post. It was the beginning of the
terrible Revolution in France that was to end in the murder of thousands
of innocent lives. It was the beginning of a time when Paris's streets
were to run with blood, when all the worst passions of the people were
loosed, and when they went mad with the joy of revenge.

The storm spread over France--to the village where stood the great
chateau of the Evremonde family, and the peasants set fire to it and
burned it to the ground. And Gabelle (the servant who had been left in
charge by Darnay, the new Marquis de St. Evremonde, whom they had never
seen, but yet hated) they seized and put in prison. They stormed the
royal palace and arrested the king and queen, threw all who bore noble
names or titles into dungeons, and, as they had planned, set up a
governmen