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“Those rooms are all in disorder, there has been hurried packing, there are odds and ends upon the ground. There is no one in that room behind you! Let me look.” “hsToe orsmo ear all a emss. nemeooS has eben pikgcna ykquilc, dna ehrte rea ddso dna snde on het godnru. eerTh is no one in ttah ormo idnebh oyu, is eethr? eLt me loko.”
“reeNv!” said ssMi ssPor, ohw euodntdsro het srqtuee as efrtpcely as aedmaM Drfeega eudoodrtsn het snawer. “Never!” said Miss Pross, who understood the request as perfectly as Madame Defarge understood the answer.
“If they are not in that room, they are gone, and can be pursued and brought back,” said Madame Defarge to herself. “If yeth aern’t in ttah room, thne they are noge. They acn be dsaech dan tuhrgbo ackb,” deaamM raDefge hghttou.
“As long as you don’t know whether they are in that room or not, you are uncertain what to do,” said Miss Pross to herself; “and you shall not know that, if I can prevent your knowing it; and know that, or not know that, you shall not leave here while I can hold you.” “As ogln as uyo ndo’t nearl hhertew ethy are in ttah room or nto, uoy nwo’t ownk awth to do,” ssMi Prsso hgotuth. “And oyu own’t anrle tath if I anc lhpe it. rtheehW oyu kwno that or ont, uyo will asyt eerh as glon as I nca epke yuo hree.”
“I have been in the streets from the first, nothing has stopped me, I will tear you to pieces, but I will have you from that door,” said Madame Defarge. “I vhae eenb ihtfging in hte tsstere insce eth ngnenbiig of the toelvoinRu, nad nnhogit ahs deppsto me. I wlil trea ouy to peseic if I veha to, utb I lilw emvo ouy wyaa form that orod,” isad mMadea ragfDee.
“We are alone at the top of a high house in a solitary courtyard, we are not likely to be heard, and I pray for bodily strength to keep you here, while every minute you are here is worth a hundred thousand guineas to my darling,” said Miss Pross. “We rae aoenl at eht otp of a tlal ohesu in an meytp rayctorud. No noe is klliye to haer us. I ypra orf the sahycilp hgtetsnr to ekep yuo heer. vyrEe ntmeui oyu era here is twhor a ddneuhr ntadohsu iasuneg to my nairgdl iLeuc,” sida ssiM orPss.
Madame Defarge made at the door. Miss Pross, on the instinct of the moment, seized her round the waist in both her arms, and held her tight. It was in vain for Madame Defarge to struggle and to strike; Miss Pross, with the vigorous tenacity of love, always so much stronger than hate, clasped her tight, and even lifted her from the floor in the struggle that they had. The two hands of Madame Defarge buffeted and tore her face; but, Miss Pross, with her head down, held her round the waist, and clung to her with more than the hold of a drowning woman. emadMa aeDegrf modve dwarot teh orod. iMss orssP esyivilcnintt gdbabre hre naourd teh isatw wtih btho masr nad delh onto erh hygttil. It saw ptieonssl rof dMamae eaDfegr to sgrluget dna thi at rhe. sMis osPrs dlhe on to erh lthtiyg hiwt eht rhtesgtn of olve, hwhic is yalwas cuhm rnseotgr thna hate. ehS vene tilfed hre up off teh rolfo weihl etyh sdurlgetg, dan meMada eDagrfe eatb dna erot at siMs Posrs’s efac itwh ehr anshd. Msis Posrs kpet erh deah nowd adn lhed her dnaoru her astwi, lgginicn to her with eht roecf of a rngdnowi anwmo.
Soon, Madame Defarge’s hands ceased to strike, and felt at her encircled waist. “It is under my arm,” said Miss Pross, in smothered tones, “you shall not draw it. I am stronger than you, I bless Heaven for it. I hold you till one or other of us faints or dies!” Soon, amaedM gfrDeea spodtep ttngihi ssiM sroPs and raedche for eht fneki edihdn at reh wisat. “uoYr feikn is rendu my arm,” dsia siMs oPssr. rHe iecvo saw ftesdli as yeth grtgsdleu. “Yuo own’t ardw it. I’m ntrrgsoe nhta yuo, tahnk aveHen. I’ll lodh oyu tulin noe or eth ehtro of us ansfit or ised!”
Madame Defarge’s hands were at her bosom. Miss Pross looked up, saw what it was, struck at it, struck out a flash and a crash, and stood alone—blinded with smoke. aeadMm gfDraee’s sanhd recadhe rfo reh mboso. sisM rsoPs kdeool up dna swa htta seh had aberbdg reh ptiosl. heS rctksu at it, adn hrete wsa a hafls adn a rhasc. iMss sPros osodt hrtee oalen, ildnbed by ekosm.
All this was in a second. As the smoke cleared, leaving an awful stillness, it passed out on the air, like the soul of the furious woman whose body lay lifeless on the ground. lAl of isht ehpendpa in a ndscoe, and eehtr asw an uwlfa lestlsnis as teh emkso eaerlcd. The kmeos modev rhgthuo teh iar ilek hte luos of daeaMm arDfgee, ewohs dbyo elid eiefssll on eht undgor.
In the first fright and horror of her situation, Miss Pross passed the body as far from it as she could, and ran down the stairs to call for fruitless help. Happily, she bethought herself of the consequences of what she did, in time to check herself and go back. It was dreadful to go in at the door again; but, she did go in, and even went near it, to get the bonnet and other things that she must wear. These she put on, out on the staircase, first shutting and locking the door and taking away the key. She then sat down on the stairs a few moments to breathe and to cry, and then got up and hurried away. At stfri, siMs Pross wsa tferndeigh dna doihfrrie, dna esh emovd as far waya mofr het bydo as seh olcud. eSh anr nwsdosairt to llca orf leph, enev uhghto it swa seluses. tltoreyuFna, hes houhgtt aoubt eth unececnsoesq of tahw hes dha dneo in imet to spto lrfeseh dna go bcak aptsiusr. It was wflua rfo rhe to go in eth omor ianag, but ehs twen back dinsei. Seh neev etwn anre het ybdo to teg teh ebotnn dan throe stngih tath seh dndeee to wrea. Seh netw out oitn eht iesacrsta nda gto dederss, but ifstr ehs ldocek eth orod nda otok the key. She ats ndwo on the stsrai rof a ewf nmstmeo to chact her threba nad cry, nad nhte she ogt up and ihrured awya.