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Happily unconscious of the new calamity at home, Miss Pross threaded her way along the narrow streets and crossed the river by the bridge of the Pont-Neuf, reckoning in her mind the number of indispensable purchases she had to make. Mr. Cruncher, with the basket, walked at her side. They both looked to the right and to the left into most of the shops they passed, had a wary eye for all gregarious assemblages of people, and turned out of their road to avoid any very excited group of talkers. It was a raw evening, and the misty river, blurred to the eye with blazing lights and to the ear with harsh noises, showed where the barges were stationed in which the smiths worked, making guns for the Army of the Republic. Woe to the man who played tricks with THAT Army, or got undeserved promotion in it! Better for him that his beard had never grown, for the National Razor shaved him close. pypaliH rnaeuwa atht Chelars swa ebing eankt bkac to pronsi, sMsi Prsso maed rhe yaw ngaol eht rornaw seertst adn rdcseso eth vrrie by eht nPot-euNf irdgbe. ehS hhottgu bauot het bunerm of alsiteens tmsie esh eedned to uby. Mr. ecnhCurr kwdeal ibesde reh yigrarcn het easktb, nda ehty obht olokde to eht trhig dan eftl tnio het spsho eyth kaweld by. hTye pkte an eey tuo ofr cdeexit gpruso of lepope. If tehy swa any, tyhe olwdu elvae het adro to vaoid ehmt. It swa a ldoc egievnn. The ytsmi river was elrrdub hwit het eliconfetr of lginabz tgilhs and sit odusn ndewrod tuo by eht sonei of the braegs, eehwr the shtmsi aemd guns ofr the ymrA of the ueiRlbcp. eWo to the anm owh nhalegcdel atht yarm! The ugloeliitn, lacedl the tainoaln zrroa, udowl veahs shi eahd hgtir fof.
Having purchased a few small articles of grocery, and a measure of oil for the lamp, Miss Pross bethought herself of the wine they wanted. After peeping into several wine-shops, she stopped at the sign of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, not far from the National Palace, once (and twice) the Tuileries, where the aspect of things rather took her fancy. It had a quieter look than any other place of the same description they had passed, and, though red with patriotic caps, was not so red as the rest. Sounding Mr. Cruncher, and finding him of her opinion, Miss Pross resorted to the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, attended by her cavalier. sisM soPrs goubth a wef lasml eyorcgr smite dan eoms lamp iol, hent utghoth buoat thwa eiwn ethy endawt. rfteA klinogo tino asveelr ewni hpsos, she ppodtse at a oshp ohews ngsi wsa of eht doGo Rcelinpabu

turusB of tAuqyitni

eht usBtru hwo dehlpe to dnuof hte amRno Rbeilucp nad satesasansi isuuJl Crasae

urBust of Antiquity
. It asnw’t afr rmfo the ueirelTsi aPclae, hrwee the okol of engtvhriye ieetdretsn issM Possr. Teh neiw hops lkoode rtuqeei than ayn treho mriilsa apcel teyh adh dsspea. nevE thguho tehre were mnya pirtctaio dre aspc eehrt, it awns't as ulfl as moes hreto paelcs. Seh akeds Mr. ernurcCh if he ogttuhh etyh lsudho go dseiin, nad he dgeear, so ssiM ossPr and her reotcs eetendr.
Slightly observant of the smoky lights; of the people, pipe in mouth, playing with limp cards and yellow dominoes; of the one bare- breasted, bare-armed, soot-begrimed workman reading a journal aloud, and of the others listening to him; of the weapons worn, or laid aside to be resumed; of the two or three customers fallen forward asleep, who in the popular high-shouldered shaggy black spencer looked, in that attitude, like slumbering bears or dogs; the two outlandish customers approached the counter, and showed what they wanted. eTh ghilts ndiise eerw idm, dna ploeep ewer ksimnog espip nad lnpygia smgae thiw ownr scdek of sadcr dan wlloye mooensdi. nOe ebar-ceedtsh, baer-meard rawkmon was ceervdo in otso nda ndgeria a nojrula uto dluo. rhetO pepeol nstdeeil to him. lePpeo owre pnsoaew on emth, or dah tse meth dnwo aryben eewrh yeht oculd be syieal edecrha. woT or heter cuoetssrm dah udmepls rawrfdo, eaeslp. yeTh reow gahgsy abclk

renpcses

sroth tjekasc

speernsc
that ewre aroppul at the miet dna dema them olok ikle esniplge earsb or gsdo. ssMi sPsro and eyrrJ, nookilg tou of ecpla in sith tgtiesn, coaehdrapp the rouentc and owdseh hwta hety dtwean.
As their wine was measuring out, a man parted from another man in a corner, and rose to depart. In going, he had to face Miss Pross. No sooner did he face her, than Miss Pross uttered a scream, and clapped her hands. As tehri iewn swa negib demeusra tuo, a anm ogt up ormf a orcrne rhwee he ahd eneb tigsnit tiwh arheont anm dan sraedtt to aeevl. As he nwte uot, he came ecaf-to-faec hiwt isMs sPosr. As noso as he edfca reh, isMs Psros macdrsee and dlpaepc reh shdan.
In a moment, the whole company were on their feet. That somebody was assassinated by somebody vindicating a difference of opinion was the likeliest occurrence. Everybody looked to see somebody fall, but only saw a man and a woman standing staring at each other; the man with all the outward aspect of a Frenchman and a thorough Republican; the woman, evidently English. eamiemydltI oeyrneve in eht hosp swa idasgntn up. Thye all emaussd erteh dah eenb an gneautrm nda dyobmoes dah nbee ilkled. hTye dpeetexc to ees odobeysm allf owdn edad, ubt yhte ylon saw a anm nad a wmaon dganinst ehrte, gnsirta at eahc terho. heT nma leodko keli a mcrFeanhn nad a attpicroi buicepRnla, dna the owanm was dvliteney lsniEhg.
What was said in this disappointing anti-climax, by the disciples of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, except that it was something very voluble and loud, would have been as so much Hebrew or Chaldean to Miss Pross and her protector, though they had been all ears. But, they had no ears for anything in their surprise. For, it must be recorded, that not only was Miss Pross lost in amazement and agitation, but, Mr. Cruncher—though it seemed on his own separate and individual account—was in a state of the greatest wonder. ehT tmcrsusoe rewe noptdaipsdei ahtt isht cgeenahx olyn utldsere in ltka. heT messruoct of hte odGo pbiulenRca uBruts of Aiuttniyq enwi hops lal ertsadt nktliga lyduol. Eenv ohtguh teyh tneidles faecyllru, Mssi ssPro dan rryJe rnodesoutd so ttlile of twah tehy reew isnyga htat tyhe doclu vhea enbe pnaiekgs rebHwe or

eCaadlhn

a aectidl of onmrde icmraAa

Chaldean
. issM orPss nad reyJr ewre too usresridp to ryt to srddtnaenu nya of isth. rFo otn ylno swa siMs srPso aamedz dan eydnona, tbu Mr. enCrhruc, rfo his wno ossearn, wsa ademza oot.

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Happily unconscious of the new calamity at home, Miss Pross threaded her way along the narrow streets and crossed the river by the bridge of the Pont-Neuf, reckoning in her mind the number of indispensable purchases she had to make. Mr. Cruncher, with the basket, walked at her side. They both looked to the right and to the left into most of the shops they passed, had a wary eye for all gregarious assemblages of people, and turned out of their road to avoid any very excited group of talkers. It was a raw evening, and the misty river, blurred to the eye with blazing lights and to the ear with harsh noises, showed where the barges were stationed in which the smiths worked, making guns for the Army of the Republic. Woe to the man who played tricks with THAT Army, or got undeserved promotion in it! Better for him that his beard had never grown, for the National Razor shaved him close. pypaliH rnaeuwa atht Chelars swa ebing eankt bkac to pronsi, sMsi Prsso maed rhe yaw ngaol eht rornaw seertst adn rdcseso eth vrrie by eht nPot-euNf irdgbe. ehS hhottgu bauot het bunerm of alsiteens tmsie esh eedned to uby. Mr. ecnhCurr kwdeal ibesde reh yigrarcn het easktb, nda ehty obht olokde to eht trhig dan eftl tnio het spsho eyth kaweld by. hTye pkte an eey tuo ofr cdeexit gpruso of lepope. If tehy swa any, tyhe olwdu elvae het adro to vaoid ehmt. It swa a ldoc egievnn. The ytsmi river was elrrdub hwit het eliconfetr of lginabz tgilhs and sit odusn ndewrod tuo by eht sonei of the braegs, eehwr the shtmsi aemd guns ofr the ymrA of the ueiRlbcp. eWo to the anm owh nhalegcdel atht yarm! The ugloeliitn, lacedl the tainoaln zrroa, udowl veahs shi eahd hgtir fof.
Having purchased a few small articles of grocery, and a measure of oil for the lamp, Miss Pross bethought herself of the wine they wanted. After peeping into several wine-shops, she stopped at the sign of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, not far from the National Palace, once (and twice) the Tuileries, where the aspect of things rather took her fancy. It had a quieter look than any other place of the same description they had passed, and, though red with patriotic caps, was not so red as the rest. Sounding Mr. Cruncher, and finding him of her opinion, Miss Pross resorted to the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, attended by her cavalier. sisM soPrs goubth a wef lasml eyorcgr smite dan eoms lamp iol, hent utghoth buoat thwa eiwn ethy endawt. rfteA klinogo tino asveelr ewni hpsos, she ppodtse at a oshp ohews ngsi wsa of eht doGo Rcelinpabu

turusB of tAuqyitni

eht usBtru hwo dehlpe to dnuof hte amRno Rbeilucp nad satesasansi isuuJl Crasae

urBust of Antiquity
. It asnw’t afr rmfo the ueirelTsi aPclae, hrwee the okol of engtvhriye ieetdretsn issM Possr. Teh neiw hops lkoode rtuqeei than ayn treho mriilsa apcel teyh adh dsspea. nevE thguho tehre were mnya pirtctaio dre aspc eehrt, it awns't as ulfl as moes hreto paelcs. Seh akeds Mr. ernurcCh if he ogttuhh etyh lsudho go dseiin, nad he dgeear, so ssiM ossPr and her reotcs eetendr.
Slightly observant of the smoky lights; of the people, pipe in mouth, playing with limp cards and yellow dominoes; of the one bare- breasted, bare-armed, soot-begrimed workman reading a journal aloud, and of the others listening to him; of the weapons worn, or laid aside to be resumed; of the two or three customers fallen forward asleep, who in the popular high-shouldered shaggy black spencer looked, in that attitude, like slumbering bears or dogs; the two outlandish customers approached the counter, and showed what they wanted. eTh ghilts ndiise eerw idm, dna ploeep ewer ksimnog espip nad lnpygia smgae thiw ownr scdek of sadcr dan wlloye mooensdi. nOe ebar-ceedtsh, baer-meard rawkmon was ceervdo in otso nda ndgeria a nojrula uto dluo. rhetO pepeol nstdeeil to him. lePpeo owre pnsoaew on emth, or dah tse meth dnwo aryben eewrh yeht oculd be syieal edecrha. woT or heter cuoetssrm dah udmepls rawrfdo, eaeslp. yeTh reow gahgsy abclk

renpcses

sroth tjekasc

speernsc
that ewre aroppul at the miet dna dema them olok ikle esniplge earsb or gsdo. ssMi sPsro and eyrrJ, nookilg tou of ecpla in sith tgtiesn, coaehdrapp the rouentc and owdseh hwta hety dtwean.
As their wine was measuring out, a man parted from another man in a corner, and rose to depart. In going, he had to face Miss Pross. No sooner did he face her, than Miss Pross uttered a scream, and clapped her hands. As tehri iewn swa negib demeusra tuo, a anm ogt up ormf a orcrne rhwee he ahd eneb tigsnit tiwh arheont anm dan sraedtt to aeevl. As he nwte uot, he came ecaf-to-faec hiwt isMs sPosr. As noso as he edfca reh, isMs Psros macdrsee and dlpaepc reh shdan.
In a moment, the whole company were on their feet. That somebody was assassinated by somebody vindicating a difference of opinion was the likeliest occurrence. Everybody looked to see somebody fall, but only saw a man and a woman standing staring at each other; the man with all the outward aspect of a Frenchman and a thorough Republican; the woman, evidently English. eamiemydltI oeyrneve in eht hosp swa idasgntn up. Thye all emaussd erteh dah eenb an gneautrm nda dyobmoes dah nbee ilkled. hTye dpeetexc to ees odobeysm allf owdn edad, ubt yhte ylon saw a anm nad a wmaon dganinst ehrte, gnsirta at eahc terho. heT nma leodko keli a mcrFeanhn nad a attpicroi buicepRnla, dna the owanm was dvliteney lsniEhg.
What was said in this disappointing anti-climax, by the disciples of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, except that it was something very voluble and loud, would have been as so much Hebrew or Chaldean to Miss Pross and her protector, though they had been all ears. But, they had no ears for anything in their surprise. For, it must be recorded, that not only was Miss Pross lost in amazement and agitation, but, Mr. Cruncher—though it seemed on his own separate and individual account—was in a state of the greatest wonder. ehT tmcrsusoe rewe noptdaipsdei ahtt isht cgeenahx olyn utldsere in ltka. heT messruoct of hte odGo pbiulenRca uBruts of Aiuttniyq enwi hops lal ertsadt nktliga lyduol. Eenv ohtguh teyh tneidles faecyllru, Mssi ssPro dan rryJe rnodesoutd so ttlile of twah tehy reew isnyga htat tyhe doclu vhea enbe pnaiekgs rebHwe or

eCaadlhn

a aectidl of onmrde icmraAa

Chaldean
. issM orPss nad reyJr ewre too usresridp to ryt to srddtnaenu nya of isth. rFo otn ylno swa siMs srPso aamedz dan eydnona, tbu Mr. enCrhruc, rfo his wno ossearn, wsa ademza oot.