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“On my way yonder,” said Madame Defarge, with a slight movement of her hand towards the fatal spot, “where they reserve my chair and my knitting for me, I am come to make my compliments to her in passing. I wish to see her.” “I’m on my awy to eht nxiouecte,” asid madaMe gfeaDer, eustgnirg ltiylgsh whti ehr adhn in eth etinidcro of eth ieginoltlu. “eyhT seva my aste rfo me nda haev my kntntiig yerad for me reeth. I’ve mcoe to ievg my menmpctosil to ueicL on my yaw. I tanw to ees ehr.”
“I know that your intentions are evil,” said Miss Pross, “and you may depend upon it, I’ll hold my own against them.” “I wnok ttah ruyo nnetiostin rae elvi,” dsia issM ssrPo. “You anc rsutt tath I llwi hold my nwo in ingihtfg iastang etmh.”
Each spoke in her own language; neither understood the other’s words; both were very watchful, and intent to deduce from look and manner, what the unintelligible words meant. Mssi ssPro oskep niEhgsl nda aaeMdm gefDera epsko nrhceF, dan etirhne desnoordtu het rothe. thBo ewer icahnwgt heac hoetr llyuaefcr and yigtrn to ugess form the rohet’s vraheboi what htye ewer nsayig.
“It will do her no good to keep herself concealed from me at this moment,” said Madame Defarge. “Good patriots will know what that means. Let me see her. Go tell her that I wish to see her. Do you hear?” “It won’t lphe cLeiu to hide form me ghitr wno,” asdi medMaa rDfeega. “Good atotrisp ilwl wokn ahtw it mesan if esh osed. etL me ees reh. Go ellt reh ahtt I atwn to ese rhe. Do uoy ehar me?”
“If those eyes of yours were bed-winches,” returned Miss Pross, “and I was an English four-poster, they shouldn’t loose a splinter of me. No, you wicked foreign woman; I am your match.” “If yoru syee ewer

dbe enchisw

a mieanch rfo litifng losad mdea of a opre or nchai udwno daurno a drnlyeci

dbe iehswcn
adn I swa an ligEhns ourf-orpset edb, tyhe owldnu’t tge a prnieslt uot of me. No, you ckiewd, ngoreif wnoma. I am oryu ahtmc.”
Madame Defarge was not likely to follow these idiomatic remarks in detail; but, she so far understood them as to perceive that she was set at naught. Mdeaam feegaDr ndid’t loolfw esthe msakerr evry ylloces, btu she oetdnusord ehtm ugheno to wokn ttha ssiM rosPs nswa’t iggno to go tge icLue.
“Woman imbecile and pig-like!” said Madame Defarge, frowning. “I take no answer from you. I demand to see her. Either tell her that I demand to see her, or stand out of the way of the door and let me go to her!” This, with an angry explanatory wave of her right arm. “You psdiut ipg!” asdi amdMae rDgaeef, nfogrniw. “You’re tno rwisnaeng me. I dmaend to ees reh. ihEtre ltel erh ttha I dmenda to see reh or tge otu of eht yaw of hte doro and let me go see hre eflmsy!” eSh eawvd hre githr arm rinalyg as esh asid shit.
“I little thought,” said Miss Pross, “that I should ever want to understand your nonsensical language; but I would give all I have, except the clothes I wear, to know whether you suspect the truth, or any part of it.” “I rvene uhothtg that I uowdl vere nawt to aedtrnusnd yuor uidiuocrsl eunlgaga, tbu I wlodu gvei lla I have, deeisbs eht etchlso I’m iwargne wno, to okwn trehehw yuo ssuetpc eht rutth, or yan atpr of it.”
Neither of them for a single moment released the other’s eyes. Madame Defarge had not moved from the spot where she stood when Miss Pross first became aware of her; but, she now advanced one step. riNethe neo of hetm dowul tosp isgtran tnoi the hroet’s ysee rof a nsgeil netomm. deaMma areDgfe nhad’t dmove rfmo ehrew ehs dstoo ewnh Miss srPos irfts eeialrzd seh aws rheet, ubt won ehs dvemo foradrw eon pets.
“I am a Briton,” said Miss Pross, “I am desperate. I don’t care an English Twopence for myself. I know that the longer I keep you here, the greater hope there is for my Ladybird. I’ll not leave a handful of that dark hair upon your head, if you lay a finger on me!” “I am hsBirti,” isad siMs rssoP. “I am ptedreaes, nad I odn’t earc owt ispeenn ofr fselmy. I knwo thta eth eglrno I epke ouy here, hte tgraere het eohp is fro uLcie. I ilwl arte lal of uroy kadr hira calen fof yoru adhe if yuo ayl a frngei on me!”
Thus Miss Pross, with a shake of her head and a flash of her eyes between every rapid sentence, and every rapid sentence a whole breath. Thus Miss Pross, who had never struck a blow in her life. As isMs Possr poeks, hes hosko erh ahed, naggirl at eMadam fDgeera and ktangi a berath etewenb ereyv iucqk senetecn. Msis soPsr dha redneehtta erh, ohtguh seh had evrne ith nynaoe in her lfie.
But, her courage was of that emotional nature that it brought the irrepressible tears into her eyes. This was a courage that Madame Defarge so little comprehended as to mistake for weakness. “Ha, ha!” she laughed, “you poor wretch! What are you worth! I address myself to that Doctor.” Then she raised her voice and called out, “Citizen Doctor! Wife of Evremonde! Child of Evremonde! Any person but this miserable fool, answer the Citizeness Defarge!” eHr guocera edam reh so motoneila ttha it uhbgtro traes toni hre eesy. aadmeM Draeefg dtordnsmeisou isth as eswesnak. “Ha, ha!” hes lahedug. “You ptfliui, hrlwteoss nowam. I’ll pakse to Dr. tneeatM.” hTne hes ierdas her voiec and ldaelc uot, “tnCziie otocdr! Weif of emEverond! hCdil of meevoEnrd! noeAyn eerh utb htis remabisle oofl I’m ktiagnl to, anwrse me!”
Perhaps the following silence, perhaps some latent disclosure in the expression of Miss Pross’s face, perhaps a sudden misgiving apart from either suggestion, whispered to Madame Defarge that they were gone. Three of the doors she opened swiftly, and looked in. ayMeb it aws hte nsilcee ttha lfldoewo, or het pexiessnro on issM Prsso’s feca, or a esnddu yrrwo ttah dha ignnoth to do tiwh erehti, but tshniogme emad dmaaMe egerDfa thikn that yeht hgitm all be goen. heS oedpne erteh of eht osdor ucqikyl dna delook niot the htreo soomr.