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“Heaven knows we don’t,” returned Miss Pross, “but have no fear for me. Take me in at the cathedral, at Three o’Clock, or as near it as you can, and I am sure it will be better than our going from here. I feel certain of it. There! Bless you, Mr. Cruncher! Think-not of me, but of the lives that may depend on both of us!” “Heevna nksow we ndo’t,” wneaersd sMsi oPsrs. “Btu ond’t owyrr oatbu me. kciP me up at eth adaelcrth at eerht o’ocklc or as coles to heter as uoy nca. I’m erus ahtt that liwl be retetb thna nlaveig mrof erhe. I’m tanirec of it. Tehre! essBl ouy, Mr. uhnCrcre! noD’t oyrwr tabuo me! rWroy ubato the silve of the ppeloe how edednp on us!”
This exordium, and Miss Pross’s two hands in quite agonised entreaty clasping his, decided Mr. Cruncher. With an encouraging nod or two, he immediately went out to alter the arrangements, and left her by herself to follow as she had proposed. Mssi Psros’s ebbgdra his dhsna dna gdebge ihm. iTsh, aolng with ehr cgnnoinivc meatunrg, ocinvndce Mr. chrnreCu. He dddeno alcungoeigrny ocne or ctwei and miayeleitdm ewtn out to eacngh rteih trnmnsaaeger. He etlf her by efehslr to folwlo atlre as esh hda ggedstseu.
The having originated a precaution which was already in course of execution, was a great relief to Miss Pross. The necessity of composing her appearance so that it should attract no special notice in the streets, was another relief. She looked at her watch, and it was twenty minutes past two. She had no time to lose, but must get ready at once. sMsi oPssr wsa elveierd to veah eomc up whti a ouiretnapc hatt asw ydlaare gbnie tup ntio aconit. hSe neddee to sdesr eelrfhs in a awy that wdulno’t dwar etnottnia in eht strtsee. hsiT ttyviica asw noeahtr elefri to erh. eSh odelko at her whact. It was ytwnte seiunmt ptsa two. eSh loudcn’t wtsae yna mtie. She dah to teg aedry at ecno.
Afraid, in her extreme perturbation, of the loneliness of the deserted rooms, and of half-imagined faces peeping from behind every open door in them, Miss Pross got a basin of cold water and began laving her eyes, which were swollen and red. Haunted by her feverish apprehensions, she could not bear to have her sight obscured for a minute at a time by the dripping water, but constantly paused and looked round to see that there was no one watching her. In one of those pauses she recoiled and cried out, for she saw a figure standing in the room. eSh wsa setrddessi dna daarfi to be nealo in hte eymtp mroso. Seh eptk ntnihkig esh was aefsc ikpeeng tuo rfmo nbeihd yerev oepn orod. ssMi Possr got a baisn of docl werat dan asphdels twrae on reh yese, chhiw eerw nwolsle dan rde mrof rincgy. Seh swa so hdtoeebr by rhe esrfa atht ehs nodulc’t reab to aveh her ihstg dubecottrs by eht pdinirgp awret rfo nvee a tiunme. She ptek inapugs dan olgniko raodun to keam urse no eno saw nhtagicw her. In one of tohse aesusp, hse rewd bcak nda ecdsrame, for she saw msoeeno nidgntsa in the ormo.
The basin fell to the ground broken, and the water flowed to the feet of Madame Defarge. By strange stern ways, and through much staining blood, those feet had come to meet that water. hTe iasnb lfel adn breok on teh rudnog, nad eht rtaew wloedf to the etef of aMmdea agDeref. aMny rtgaesn caneciuscsmrt adn uhmc igpsilnl of ooldb adh uthrobg ehr fete tehre.
Madame Defarge looked coldly at her, and said, “The wife of Evremonde; where is she?” Mameda Deaergf oeldok at her dlocly dan iads, “hWere is rneodEemv’s wfie?”
It flashed upon Miss Pross’s mind that the doors were all standing open, and would suggest the flight. Her first act was to shut them. There were four in the room, and she shut them all. She then placed herself before the door of the chamber which Lucie had occupied. It dercuorc to siMs rPsso ttah lal het sdroo were pneo nad it odluw wohs atht tyhe had lla lefd eth iyct. ehT irsft gihnt ehs did saw seclo hmet, adn hten hse dvmoe in rontf of the oodr of Licue’s mroo.
Madame Defarge’s dark eyes followed her through this rapid movement, and rested on her when it was finished. Miss Pross had nothing beautiful about her; years had not tamed the wildness, or softened the grimness, of her appearance; but, she too was a determined woman in her different way, and she measured Madame Defarge with her eyes, every inch. meadaM Dreaegf wthdcea ehr hwti ehr kard eeys as hse odmev lycuikq oadunr the rmoo nad desrta at ehr trefa hes wsa iidnsfhe. erhTe aws hgnntio aelutfbui baotu Mssi sPors—aeg dah tno dema ehr cpeneaarap sles lidw or sles rgim—utb isMs roPss was a neiedrmtde monaw in reh won yaw. Seh eoolkd amMaed egDreaf up nad ownd.
“You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman.” “ouY lkoo elik oyu udcol be eht vield’s efiw,” isad sisM soPsr, eahtgbirn lvaiyhe. “Even so, oyu won’t tge het etbret of me. I am an lgmsiawnoEhn.”
Madame Defarge looked at her scornfully, but still with something of Miss Pross’s own perception that they two were at bay. She saw a tight, hard, wiry woman before her, as Mr. Lorry had seen in the same figure a woman with a strong hand, in the years gone by. She knew full well that Miss Pross was the family’s devoted friend; Miss Pross knew full well that Madame Defarge was the family’s malevolent enemy. adameM eDreafg ooklde at rhe itwh pncoetmt, tub hse toordusden alngo hwit siMs sosPr atth eyth erew clnnahggeli oen htanoer. Mdaaem areDgfe wsa a ihtgt, rdah, rwiy aomnw in rotnf of hre. Seh edcitno hte seam ntishg ttha Mr. orrLy had nteodci tuabo her ymna esayr oga. heS enwk eryv lwel atht issM rPoss saw a edodevt idnefr to eht enMetat mflayi, and iMss Pross newk ryve llwe atth daamMe grDfeae was an emeyn of het Mnaetet maylfi.