All of St. Antoine district rushed to the wine as if it were a rabid dog had at last found its first meal in days. Serfs were scurrying about the road searching for the spilled goods so that they might gain what little sustenance they may receive that week with what …show more content…
I turn to Defarge and question him, “Why do you allow such harm go unpunished? Are you not Defarge? The man that is for the peasants to bring about the demise of the aristocracy?” Defarge rebuttals, “Do you not see how your silly tomfoolery can bring about the demise of all of us? If we show our deep animosity to the nobles is, we shall all be hanged!” He should be able to understand my attitude regarding the topic as we do share our own portion of injustice among our brethren. But I too understand his reasoning for not wanting to see me dead and showing the nobles what we really had in reserve. But even with his reasons, enough was enough. The same poor peasants that were eating dirt for drops of wine were the same people who should not be afraid to be behind me and the Jacques when the time arrives for us to release ourselves from our imprisonment and …show more content…
I saw a window on the side of his manor and scaled the stone wall to land on his terrace. I walked into his bedroom where he lay sleeping peacefully like nothing ever burdens his ordinary life. I noticed a painting of him and his family on the wall along with a letter to be sent off to them in Versaille, where they currently were occupied. I felt no remorse go through my heart as I plotted his death in my head constantly. My family’s blood was to be shed for his for vengeance for him and the nobles is just. I crept over to his bed and stared at his worthless soul. I waited a few seconds before I whispered in his ear “Because of your evil, I will send you back to the place you damned France into. This is for all those just souls you disregard, that you show no pity for, that you could help with your great wealth. But of all those crimes against humans you have committed, this fatal sentence is for your murder of my son.” and I plunged my knife into his