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A Tale of Two Cities

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Now, when the journey of the travelling coach, at that very moment waiting for the completion of its load, had been planned out last night, the difficulty of taking Miss Pross in it had much engaged Mr. Lorry’s attention. It was not merely desirable to avoid overloading the coach, but it was of the highest importance that the time occupied in examining it and its passengers, should be reduced to the utmost; since their escape might depend on the saving of only a few seconds here and there. Finally, he had proposed, after anxious consideration, that Miss Pross and Jerry, who were at liberty to leave the city, should leave it at three o’clock in the lightest- wheeled conveyance known to that period. Unencumbered with luggage, they would soon overtake the coach, and, passing it and preceding it on the road, would order its horses in advance, and greatly facilitate its progress during the precious hours of the night, when delay was the most to be dreaded. At that very moment the traveling coach was waiting for the rest of its passengers. When the journey had been planned out the night before, Mr. Lorry had worried about what to do with Miss Pross. It wasn’t only that they didn’t want to overload the coach, but it was also very important that they kept the time required for the guards to examine all the passengers as short as possible, since their escape might depend on saving a few seconds here or there. After thinking it over anxiously, he finally suggested that Miss Pross and Jerry, who were free to leave the city at any time, should leave at three o’clock in the fastest possible vehicle. They were unburdened by luggage and would overtake the coach soon. Then they would pass it and go ahead of it on the road. This would speed up their progress during the night when they were most worried about being delayed.
Seeing in this arrangement the hope of rendering real service in that pressing emergency, Miss Pross hailed it with joy. She and Jerry had beheld the coach start, had known who it was that Solomon brought, had passed some ten minutes in tortures of suspense, and were now concluding their arrangements to follow the coach, even as Madame Defarge, taking her way through the streets, now drew nearer and nearer to the else-deserted lodging in which they held their consultation. Miss Pross was very pleased with this plan, as it offered a way to help them during their emergency. She and Jerry had seen the coach leave. They knew that her brother, Solomon, had helped Darnay into the coach disguised as Carton. They had spent about ten minutes in torturous suspense and were now finishing their arrangements to follow the coach as Madame Defarge made her way through the streets. Madame Defarge got closer and closer to the otherwise deserted house where they were meeting.
“Now what do you think, Mr. Cruncher,” said Miss Pross, whose agitation was so great that she could hardly speak, or stand, or move, or live: “what do you think of our not starting from this courtyard? Another carriage having already gone from here to-day, it might awaken suspicion.” “What do you think, Mr. Cruncher?” said Miss Pross. She was so nervous that she could hardly speak, or stand, or move, or live. “What do you think about leaving from another courtyard? Another carriage has already left from here today. It might look suspicious.”
“My opinion, miss,” returned Mr. Cruncher, “is as you’re right. Likewise wot I’ll stand by you, right or wrong.” “I think you’re right, miss,” answered Mr. Cruncher. “Either way, I’ll do what you want, right or wrong.”
“I am so distracted with fear and hope for our precious creatures,” said Miss Pross, wildly crying, “that I am incapable of forming any plan. Are YOU capable of forming any plan, my dear good Mr. Cruncher?” “I am so troubled with fear and hope for our friends that I am unable to form a plan,” said Miss Pross, crying wildly. “Are you able to form any plan, Mr. Cruncher?”
“Respectin’ a future spear o’ life, miss,” returned Mr. Cruncher, “I hope so. Respectin’ any present use o’ this here blessed old head o’ mine, I think not. Would you do me the favour, miss, to take notice o’ two promises and wows wot it is my wishes fur to record in this here crisis?” “I hope I will be able to in the future,” answered Mr. Cruncher. “Right now, I’m not able to think of anything. Would you do me a favor, miss, and listen to two promises and vows that I want to have on record here in this crisis?”
“Oh, for gracious sake!” cried Miss Pross, still wildly crying, “record them at once, and get them out of the way, like an excellent man.” “Oh, for gracious sake!” cried Miss Pross, still crying wildly. “Say them quickly and get them out of the way, like a good man.”
“First,” said Mr. Cruncher, who was all in a tremble, and who spoke with an ashy and solemn visage, “them poor things well out o’ this, never no more will I do it, never no more!” “First,” said Mr. Cruncher, trembling and looking pale and serious. “If our poor friends get away, I won’t do it anymore! Never again!”
“I am quite sure, Mr. Cruncher,” returned Miss Pross, “that you never will do it again, whatever it is, and I beg you not to think it necessary to mention more particularly what it is.” “I’m quite sure that you will never do it again, Mr. Cruncher, whatever it is. Please don’t think you need to tell me what you’re talking about.”

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