That is our poor prisoner's little daughter

That is our poor prisoner's little daughter 'Is that his child? 'asked Madame Defarge, stopping her knitting to stare. 'Yes, Madame, 'said Mr Lorry. 'That is our poor prisoner's little daughter. ' 'It is enough, my husband, 'said Madame Defarge. 'We can go now. 'Her voice was as cold as her hand.

'You will be good to my husband? 'asked Lucie, afraid. 'I beg you, as a wife and mother. ' 'We have known many wives and mothers, 'said Madame Defarge. 'And we have seen many husbands and fathers put in prison, for many years. What is one more, among so many? '

As the Defarges left, Lucie turned to Mr Lorry. 'I am more afraid of her than of version any other person in Paris, 'she whispered. Mr Lorry held her hands；he did not say anything, but he was also very worried.