lotus flower painting

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I believe," said the spy, dropping his soft voice to a tone that invited confidence, and expressing an injured revolutionary susceptibility in every muscle of his wicked face: "I believe there is much compassion and anger in this neighbourhood, touching the poor fellow? Between ourselves." ¡¡¡¡"Is there?" asked madame, vacantly. ¡¡¡¡"Is there not?" ¡¡¡¡"-Here is my husband!" said Madame Defarge. ¡¡¡¡As the keeper of the wine-shop entered at the door, the spy saluted him by touching his hat, and saying, with an engaging smile, "Good day, Jacques!" Defarge stopped short, and stared at him. ¡¡¡¡"Good day, Jacques!" the spy repeated; with not quite so much confidence, or quite so easy a smile under the stare. ¡¡¡¡"You deceive yourself, monsieur," returned the keeper of the wineshop. "You mistake me for another. That is not my name. I am Ernest Defarge." ¡¡¡¡"It is all the same," said the spy, airily, but discomfited too: "good day! ¡¡¡¡"Good day!" answered Defarge, drily.