revolution
Across the Channel, in that district of Paris called Saint Antoine, people were jostling in the streets. Their knives and bayonets gleamed in the sun. They grabbed guns, sticks and stones. In the wine shop, Defarge was giving order. His wife had put aside her knitting and was clutching an axe. A pistol and knife were tucked into her belt, for she was to lead the women.
'to the Bastille prison!' Defarge shouted.
with a roar, the people rose to the attack. For two hours, they fought to enter that prison, facing massive stone walls, deawbridges, deep ditches and cannon fire. At last, when the white flag of surrender flutter, they entered. Defarge found his way to one hundred and five, North Tower, and searched the cell from top to bottom.
A'll day long, the poor people of Paris surged in the streets.Tired of being poor and badly treated, they rose up against the nobles of France. cut off their heads and paraded them on spikes. the country house of the Marquis d'Evremonde was burned to the ground.
And all over France, other fires burned, too.