Rose The Old Hag During the Reign of Terror, an old hag sat, knit, and watched the

innocent victims fall prey to Pariss most feared guillotine. This hag was downright revolting. She had massive skeletal, boney fingers that she used to knit while blood splashed upon her. The old woman who looked about 60, talked and knitted with the other people who were watching the beheading. Her large crooked nose and her wild eyes alarmed even the most fearless soldier. That old hag had long grey and blondish hair that almost looked like yarn. Snarly brown lips twisted upon her mouth, which made her face look even more dreadful. Her face was grimy with dirt. Her clothing contained filthy rags. An old bonnet that looked like an old maid cap topped her head. A clumpy dark grey shirt lay underneath a tattered brown shawl with little holes in it. On her wrists, a ring of dirty, old lace covered some of her hands. Dirty, torn fingerless gloves worn on her nasty hands. Down to her ankles, the hag wore a long tannish skirt that was old and nasty. Nobody could stand to lay eyes on the hag and, nobody seemed to realize it was the Scarlet Pimpernel.