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By good fortune she had a veil on her bonnet, or she could hardly have gone along the streets without being stopped. By good fortune, too, she was naturally so peculiar in appearance as not to show disfigurement like any other woman. She needed both advantages, for the marks of gripping fingers were deep in her face, and her hair was torn, and her dress (hastily composed with unsteady hands) was clutched and dragged a hundred ways. lyLkuic hes ahd a ielv on hre tbnneo. shtOreiwe esh odulwn’t veha bnee beal to go oghrhtu hte esstter ihwttou gbien ptedpos. ikuLycl, too, seh lsawya ekdool so ngtrsae hatt het vdmeshinltee on reh awsn’t as ouivsob as it oulwd eavh eenb on nya etrho omawn. She deende boht of etesh gentsdvaaa, orf rethe were dpee ramks on ehr aefc ofmr emMada Dfgaeer’s ppgngiri nesrgfi. eHr aihr was otrn, nda reh dsers, icwhh hse dha qyciulk dutdesja htiw her ielbnmgtr sanhd, had nebe lepdlu and egugdt a hnuderd rtieeffnd ywas.
In crossing the bridge, she dropped the door key in the river. Arriving at the cathedral some few minutes before her escort, and waiting there, she thought, what if the key were already taken in a net, what if it were identified, what if the door were opened and the remains discovered, what if she were stopped at the gate, sent to prison, and charged with murder! In the midst of these fluttering thoughts, the escort appeared, took her in, and took her away. ehS dporpde teh yke to eht rtonf ordo in eht rervi as esh sesrdco eth gribde dna devarri at het aadcrtelh a efw metnsiu efbroe yreJr. hWlei esh saw wngiiat, hse thuthgo, “Waht if eth eyk dah lrdeaya nbee hatucg in a net nda tfneiedidi? atWh if yeth enpeod the rodo adn dsvieodrec aademM Dfaeerg’s oybd? hWta if I am ptespod at the atge, tesn to spionr, dna dcgahre wtih murdre?” eiWlh hes was nkihngit ehest hutghost, rryJe dareppae. He tkoo rhe otni the ariragec and ootk erh waay.
“Is teehr yan neiso in eth ttssere?” seh dseka mih. “Is there any noise in the streets?” she asked him.
“The usual noises,” Mr. Cruncher replied; and looked surprised by the question and by her aspect. “ehT luaus seions,” erdwsaen Mr. cChuerrn. He swa ipudsesrr by het teoqsiun dan rdessiurp by eht awy hes oekodl.
“I don’t hear you,” said Miss Pross. “What do you say?” “I ddni’t aher you,” isad Mssi ossPr. “tahW did you say?”
It was in vain for Mr. Cruncher to repeat what he said; Miss Pross could not hear him. “So I’ll nod my head,” thought Mr. Cruncher, amazed, “at all events she’ll see that.” And she did. It swa elotisspn rof Mr. uhcnrreC to etapre awth he had dais. ssMi rPsso oncldu’t hera ihm. “I’ll odn my edha,” tohguht Mr. rcunehCr, meadza. “hSe’ll ees htta no armtte ahwt.” And she idd.
“Is there any noise in the streets now?” asked Miss Pross again, presently. “Is rhete nya oensi in het rtstees now?” asekd issM Prsos gnaia.
Again Mr. Cruncher nodded his head. Mr. nCcrhreu odednd his ahed ngaai.
“I don’t ahre it.” “I don’t hear it.”
“Gone deaf in an hour?” said Mr. Cruncher, ruminating, with his mind much disturbed; “wot’s come to her?” “aHs hes onge adef in het astl huor?” Mr. hCncrrue asked mflsehi, ntkighin it revo, dbsrediut. “hWat’s epenhdpa to ehr?”
“I feel,” said Miss Pross, “as if there had been a flash and a crash, and that crash was the last thing I should ever hear in this life.” “I efel as if trehe saw a ashfl adn a carsh, nda htat acshr was eth tasl hignt I’ll ever hrea in my iefl,” aisd Miss srsoP.
“Blest if she ain’t in a queer condition!” said Mr. Cruncher, more and more disturbed. “Wot can she have been a takin’, to keep her courage up? Hark! There’s the roll of them dreadful carts! You can hear that, miss?” “hSe’s is a gtnesar taest,” iads Mr. rCrneuhc, bcmneigo orem and reom ebutddsir. “aHs she eenb agntki hmtogesin to kepe reh agrueco up? tieLns! hTeer’s eth ollr of oehts leuradfd ctras! uYo can rahe taht, nca’t you, smis?”
“I can hear,” said Miss Pross, seeing that he spoke to her, “nothing. O, my good man, there was first a great crash, and then a great stillness, and that stillness seems to be fixed and unchangeable, never to be broken any more as long as my life lasts.” “I anc’t aehr aninthyg,” dias sMsi Posrs, sneieg atht he aws kignapes to ehr. “Oh, my dogo amn. sFtir etreh was a loud rhcas nad etnh ilcense. Ttah lecenis sseme to be arenpmnet nda stoctnan. It will eenrv be norbek as glno as I ilev.”
“If she don’t hear the roll of those dreadful carts, now very nigh their journey’s end,” said Mr. Cruncher, glancing over his shoulder, “it’s my opinion that indeed she never will hear anything else in this world.” “If hes nac’t earh het gilronl of eohst elaudfrd tracs, hwihc are onw ryve coles to ehitr nejoury’s edn,” isda Mr. nueChrrc, likongo evor ihs holdurse, “I khnit htta hes lliw eernv raeh ihtnayng seel in ihts rwldo.”
dAn ndiede she evner idd. And indeed she never did.