Vermeer girl with the pearl earring

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
The Three Ages of Woman
¡¡¡¡Madame Defarge sat observing it, with such suppressed approval as was to be desired in the leader of the Saint Antoine women. One of her sisterhood knitted beside her. The short, rather plump wife of a starved grocer, and the mother of two children withal, this lieutenant had already earned the complimentary name of The Vengeance. ¡¡¡¡"Hark!" said The Vengeance. "Listen, then! Who comes?" ¡¡¡¡As if a train of powder laid from the outermost bound of Saint Antoine Quarter to the wine-shop door, had been suddenly fired, a fast-spreading murmur came rushing along. ¡¡¡¡"It is Defarge," said madame. "Silence, patriots!" ¡¡¡¡Defarge came in breathless, pulled off a red cap he wore, and looked around him! "Listen, everywhere!" said madame again. "Listen to him! Defarge stood, panting, against a background of eager eyes and open mouths, formed outside the door; all those within the wine-shop had sprung to their feet. ¡¡¡¡"Say then, my husband. What is it?" ¡¡¡¡"News from the other world!" ¡¡¡¡"How, then?" cried madame, contemptuously. "The other world?" ¡¡¡¡"Does everybody here recall old Foulon, who told the famished people that they might eat grass, and who died, and went to Hell?" ¡¡¡¡"Everybody!" from all throats. ¡¡¡¡"The news is of him. He is among us!"