Where is she? It is almost time, Evrémonde stands waiting to be shaved by the National Razor, and the one who orchestrated it all is not here! This is what we have been waiting and working for all these years. When Madame Guillotine bites sharp into his neck, we will have won. This is Thérèse's final revenge for what was done to her family decades ago. I alone knew her story, and this man called Darnay has earned every exquisite agony imaginable for what his family did to the common people of France. It matters not that he himself took no part in our suffering. When he could have stood up to this Marquis he ran away to England with his tail between his legs, and that alone is crime worthy of death.

I am a newcomer to the Defarges, but I was always here in France. Like our leader, I was also a girl with revolution in my heart. I may not have met Madame Defarge until the Bastille, but we were always together in spirit. The instant we first sighted each other, disheveled and bloody from freeing those unjustly imprisoned, she took me under her wing and made me her lieutenant. She was honored, she said, to meet one such woman as I, utterly loyal to the cause. We had shared goals, and together we vowed to right the wrongs done to our compatriots. Any and all of the former so-called "nobility" deserve death, and we will join with our fellow citizens to bring about the Glorious Revolution.

The women sit here knitting and counting their stitches, and still she has not joined us. Were it anyone else I would be fearful, but not for her. I will call as loud as I must. Thérèse Defarge walks safe in the hands of the Revolution.