Mhairi Morrison-Audio Book Tale of Two Cities with French characters
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Mari Morrison. Next noon, Tide saw the admirable woman in her usual place in the wine shop, missing away. Assiduously. A rose lay beside her, and if she now and then glanced at the flower, it was with no infraction of her usual preoccupied air. There were a few customers drinking or not drinking, standing or seated, sprinkled about the day was very hot, and heaps of flies who were extending their inquisitive and adventurist propositions into all the glutinous little glasses near Madam fell dead at the bottom. They're deceased, made no impression on the other, flies out promenading, who looked at them in the coolest manner, as if they themselves were elephants or something as far removed until they met the same fate. Curious to consider how heedless flies are, perhaps they thought as much at court that sunny summer day. Ah, figure entering at the door threw a shadow on Madame DeBarge, which she felt to be a new one. She laid down her knitting and began to pin her rose in her headdress before she looked at the figure. It was curious the moment Madame de Farge took up the rose, the customers ceased talking and began gradually to drop out of the wine shop. Good day, madam, said the newcomer. Good day, Miss here, she said it aloud, but added to herself as she resumed her knitting. Good day Age about 40 right? About five foot nine black hair, generally rather handsome visa complexion. Dark Istock. Thin, long and sad. Oh, face aquiline nose, but not straight. Having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek, which imparts a sinister expression. Good day one and all have the goodness to give me a little glass of old cognac and a mouthful of cool, fresh water. Madam Madam complied with a polite air. Marvellous cognac, this madam. It was the first time it had ever been so complimented, and Madame de Farge knew enough of its anti students to know better. She said, however, that the cognac was flattered and took up her knitting. The visitor watched her fingers for a few moments and took the opportunity of observing the place. In general, you knit with great skill, madam. I am accustomed to it of pretty pattern, too. You think so? Said madam, looking at him with a smile. Decided the May 1. Ask what it is for pastime, said madam, still looking at him with a smile while her fingers moved nimbly. Not for use. That depends. I may find a use for it one day if I do well, said Madam, drawing a breath and nodding her head with a stone kind of **** a tree, I'll use it.