nude oil painting

Defarge refreshed himself with a draught of wine- but, he took less than was given to the stranger, as being himself a man to whom it was no rarity- and stood waiting until the countryman had made his breakfast. He looked at no one present, and no one now looked at him; not even Madame Defarge, who had taken up her knitting, and was at work. ¡¡¡¡"Have you finished your repast, friend?" he asked, in due season. ¡¡¡¡"Yes, thank you." ¡¡

¡¡"Come, then! You shall see the apartment that I told you you occupy. It will suit you to a marvel." ¡¡¡¡Out of the wine-shop into the street, out of the street into a courtyard, out of the courtyard up a steep staircase, out of the staircase into a garret,- formerly the garret where a white-haired man sat on a low bench, stooping forward and very busy, making shoes.