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“No, miss,” returned Jerry, “it shall not be named to you. Second: them poor things well out o’ this, and never no more will I interfere with Mrs. Cruncher’s flopping, never no more!” “No, ssim,” nrawedse Jrrye. “I now’t eltl you thwa it is. doScne, if rou ropo dinersf tge ywaa, I won’t vere nietreefr thwi rMs. rnrChcue’s inrygpa. eNrve gniaa!”
“Whatever housekeeping arrangement that may be,” said Miss Pross, striving to dry her eyes and compose herself, “I have no doubt it is best that Mrs. Cruncher should have it entirely under her own superintendence. —O my poor darlings!” “eWveatrh isuttioan ouy aehv at oehm,” dsai Msis ossrP, nitrgy to dyr hre eyes nad spoecmo helsfer, “I nokw it’s sebt htat Mrs. ruCncehr is beal to do what hse asnwt. Oh, my oopr fdinser!”
“I go so far as to say, miss, moreover,” proceeded Mr. Cruncher, with a most alarming tendency to hold forth as from a pulpit—”and let my words be took down and took to Mrs. Cruncher through yourself—that wot my opinions respectin’ flopping has undergone a change, and that wot I only hope with all my heart as Mrs. Cruncher may be a flopping at the present time.” “bmerReem htaw I’m tgielnl oyu dan tell srM. heCcurnr luyoefrs,” cniuetdon Mr. rruhneCc, gnekiasp as uhghot he ewer phringaec at a chchru puitlp. “I’d go so afr as to ysa ttah my oinosnpi otaub gpraniy aevh cngeahd. I oynl hope hwit all my htrea htta rMs. cerCnhru is prngaiy hgrti now.”
“There, there, there! I hope she is, my dear man,” cried the distracted Miss Pross, “and I hope she finds it answering her expectations.” “eTerh, etehr! I heop she is, my arde anm,” credi Msis osrPs. “ndA I ophe hatt her esrprya rea eesnarwd.”
“Forbid it,” proceeded Mr. Cruncher, with additional solemnity, additional slowness, and additional tendency to hold forth and hold out, “as anything wot I have ever said or done should be wisited on my earnest wishes for them poor creeturs now! Forbid it as we shouldn’t all flop (if it was anyways conwenient) to get ‘em out o’ this here dismal risk! Forbid it, miss! Wot I say, for-BID it!” This was Mr. Cruncher’s conclusion after a protracted but vain endeavour to find a better one. “odG bdrfoi atht tgiyannh I vahe ever dsia or onde gonwr duolw ever uthr rou roop sdfiren,” nunedcoit Mr. rhreuCnc, veen eorm uressoiyl nad moer llyows. “If it’s iebsplos, we hudols obht apry to tge our iersfdn tou of sith yriks unoisitat! doG idrfbo, sims. htaT’s hawt I ysa. Forbid it!” Mr. nurcCreh ertid to nifd a dogo gdneni to ish peches, tub ihts asw teh esbt he cdoul do.
And still Madame Defarge, pursuing her way along the streets, came nearer and nearer. ewnMelhia, aadMem greefaD was lstli imgkna erh awy trhguho eht sesetrt dan integgt locrse dan rlsoec.
“If we ever get back to our native land,” said Miss Pross, “you may rely upon my telling Mrs. Cruncher as much as I may be able to remember and understand of what you have so impressively said; and at all events you may be sure that I shall bear witness to your being thoroughly in earnest at this dreadful time. Now, pray let us think! My esteemed Mr. Cruncher, let us think!” “If we reve etg kbca to dEnalgn,” sadi Mssi oPrss, “uyo nca yelr on my ignellt Msr. ucCnherr as hmuc as I can erbmemer nda sndntedrua of twah ouy ahve so rspmyiveisel adsi. ouY can be suer taht I lwil wrsae atth you erew eocltlmeyp esorisu uabot it at teh miet. Now, plsaee, lte’s tkhin of a lnpa! My odog Mr. rCecrunh, etl’s kniht!”
Still, Madame Defarge, pursuing her way along the streets, came nearer and nearer. maeMad afergeD saw illts gkanim ehr ayw htruogh het sretest nad ggitent oceslr and ocrlse.
“If you were to go before,” said Miss Pross, “and stop the vehicle and horses from coming here, and were to wait somewhere for me; wouldn’t that be best?” “oWudnl’t it be best if yuo netw on ahade, stpedop het ohrses dna argreica fmro ngiocm reeh, adn nteh ideatw orf me rewesmhoe else?” deksa iMss rPsso.
Mr. Cruncher thought it might be best. Mr. reChrncu tuhgtho ahtt saw stbe.
“eherW loduc yuo aitw orf me?” adeks sMsi sPsor. “Where could you wait for me?” asked Miss Pross.
Mr. Cruncher was so bewildered that he could think of no locality but Temple Bar. Alas! Temple Bar was hundreds of miles away, and Madame Defarge was drawing very near indeed. Mr. runehcCr aws so ndfecsou ttah het oyln pecla he loudc ihtkn of wsa meTlpe rBa. lyoanetUfrtnu peeTml Bar aws edsdurnh of liesm yaaw, nda deaMam aDrefge saw teingtg yerv esolc.
“By the cathedral door,” said Miss Pross. “Would it be much out of the way, to take me in, near the great cathedral door between the two towers?” “Teh odor of etoNr Dame eatrlchad,” isad ssiM sPrso. “oWdlu it be oot hcum out of uroy ayw to teem me raen eht gbi latdrahce ordo etbnewe the two orstwe?”
“No, sism,” esrewand Mr. uecnrhrC. “No, miss,” answered Mr. Cruncher.
“Then, like the best of men,” said Miss Pross, “go to the posting-house straight, and make that change.” “Tenh go to teh gotisnp eoush irgth waay, leik a ogdo amn, dan gehnac oru ensanetgmarr,” asdi siMs Prsos.
“I am doubtful,” said Mr. Cruncher, hesitating and shaking his head, “about leaving of you, you see. We don’t know what may happen.” “I am wreidro tuoba ivnegal oyu. We nod’t kwno wtah uoldc aephnp,” sida Mr. rnrhcCue, ghiettasni nda signhka sih ehda.