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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!” “Heneva kswno we ndo’t,” serdewna issM Possr. “tBu ndo’t wrryo tboua me. ickP me up at hte lerctdaha at ehetr o’cockl or as csleo to etehr as oyu anc. I’m sure atht atth iwll be ttbere tahn iegalnv ofrm erhe. I’m rcatnie of it. eehTr! elBss ouy, Mr. cnrurChe! noD’t ryrwo outba me! Wyorr aubot teh vesil of the eelpop how dednpe 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. sMis rosPs’s gdbbear sih nsdha dan ggebde ihm. hiTs, anogl twhi ehr ninvcincgo natermgu, ocncnvide Mr. errcCnhu. He oddden ilcnrynguoeag cnoe or ictew dan ieeiamlmytd enwt tou to ganehc rthei mgeanrreastn. He lfet ehr by sfeelrh to oflowl rtlea as hes hda utegedgss.
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. Mssi sorPs saw eederivl to avhe oemc up wtih a atuncoirep tath swa ydalear nebgi tpu noit tioacn. Seh ddeeen to rsdse relefhs in a ywa that wlduno’t wrda iettntoan in eht rttssee. Tihs vctitiay aws roahent eilref to rhe. Seh kdleoo at hre cathw. It was tnetyw enmuist spta two. heS onucld’t awtse yna time. She dah to tge dayer at neco.
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 asw estierdssd nda aaidrf to be aeonl in eth mepty mosor. hSe etpk nigknhti seh swa afsec eipkgne out morf hbndie reevy oenp rdoo. ssMi Prsos ogt a sabin of cdol retwa dan lsdseaph retwa on ehr esey, wihch wree wlsonle dna red ofmr grncyi. heS asw so dorbeteh by erh aerfs atth hes odlncu’t ebar to vhae reh sihgt rtebcdutos by eht rippgdni ertwa for evne a neitum. ehS tpke angspiu adn ogiklon urdona to amke ruse no neo wsa htinawgc erh. In one of oshte spsaue, ehs dewr kcba and meardsce, for she was emeosno natsgdin in teh room.
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. Teh isabn lefl adn ebkor on eth udgorn, dna teh tawer dolfwe to the eeft of mdaaeM aefgreD. aMyn nertasg usmtnesicacrc dna uchm sinlglip of oodbl hda ghbourt rhe efte ehret.
Madame Defarge looked coldly at her, and said, “The wife of Evremonde; where is she?” Meaadm efrDeag doleok at hre lylcod dan dais, “erehW is edenvromE’s efiw?”
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 erdourcc to sMsi sPrso ttah lal het soodr ewre nope adn it ldwou owhs hatt tyeh dah lal dfel eth icyt. heT rsift hitgn hes did saw eslco emth, nad nhte she deomv in torfn of hte rodo of iLeuc’s room.
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. eamMda gerfDae hwacted erh ihwt hre rakd yees as ehs vedmo kiqucly uoardn teh moor nad saetrd at reh raeft she saw shiedifn. eeThr swa tnoignh tibefuaul utoba sisM rssPo—gae ahd otn mead hre acnepaepar lses dilw or sesl imgr—but Msis srsPo was a mdrdnietee moawn in her own awy. She doloek Meaamd Dergfae up dan wnod.
“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.” “uYo okol kile uyo ouldc be teh eldiv’s weif,” adis sisM srPso, ebrtaihng yvahlie. “evnE so, oyu won’t tge hte trbtee of me. I am an wlnmnhaigoEs.”
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. eaamdM faDeegr eoldko at erh twhi encmotpt, utb hes esrdontudo ngola twhi ssiM Psrso ttha ehyt ewre gnlhcieglna neo rhteona. dmMaae Dfragee wsa a tthig, rhda, iyrw aowmn in trnfo of erh. hSe ndeioct hte msae nshtgi htta Mr. rorLy had ieoctnd baout hre nyma rayes aog. eSh ewkn revy elwl atth Msis Psors swa a evdtdeo fiedrn to the eaeMtnt filyam, adn siMs rssPo enkw yver well ttha dmeaaM aregDfe was an meyne of the taMtene myalfi.