mona lisa smile

¡¡¡¡"Thirty-five," said the mender of roads, who looked sixty. ¡¡¡¡"It was done when you were more than ten years old; you might have seen it." ¡¡¡¡"Enough!" said Defarge, with grim impatience. "Long live the Devil! Go on." ¡¡¡¡"Well! Some whisper this, some whisper that; they speak of nothing else; even the fountain appears to fall to that tune. At length,
on Sunday night when all the village is asleep, come soldiers, winding down from the prison, and their guns ring on the stones of the little street. Workmen dig, workmen hammer, soldiers laugh and sing; in the morning, by the fountain, there is raised a gallows forty feet high, poisoning the water." ¡¡¡¡The mender of roads looked through rather than at the low ceiling, and pointed as if he saw the gallows somewhere in the sky.