He made all manner of gestures while he spoke, as if in incidental imitation of some few of the great diversity of signals that he had never seen. ¡¡¡¡"Clearly plots," said Jacques Three. "Transparently!" ¡¡¡¡"There is no doubt of the Jury?" inquired Madame Defarge, letting her eyes turn to him with a gloomy smile. ¡¡¡¡"Rely upon the patriotic Jury, dear citizeness. I answer for my fellow Jurymen." ¡¡¡¡"Now, let me see," said Madame Defarge, pondering again. "Yet once more! Can I spare this Doctor to my husband? I have no feeling either way. Can I spare him?" ¡¡¡¡"He would count as one head," observed Jacques Three, in a low voice. "
We really have not heads enough; it would be a pity, I think." ¡¡¡¡"He was signalling with her when I saw her," argued Madame Defarge; "I cannot speak of one without the other; and I must not be silent, and trust the case wholly to him, this little citizen here. For, I am not a bad witness." ¡¡¡¡The Vengeance and Jacques Three vied with each other in their fervent protestations that she was the most admirable and marvellous of witnesses. The little citizen, not to be outdone, declared her to be a celestial witness.
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