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1Madame Defarge's dark eyes followed her through this rapid movement, and rested on her when it was finished. Miss Pross
2had nothing beautiful about her; years had not tamed the wildness, or softened the grimness, of her appearance; but, she
3too was a determined woman in her different way, and she measured Madame Defarge with her eyes, every inch. "You might,
4from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer," said Miss Pross, in her breathing. "Nevertheless, you shall not get the
5better of me. I am an Englishwoman." Madame Defarge looked at her scornfully, but still with something of Miss Pross's
6own perception that they two were at bay. She saw a tight, hard, wiry woman before her, as Mr. Lorry had seen in the
7same figure a woman with a strong hand, in the years gone by. She knew full well that Miss Pross was the family's
8devoted friend; Miss Pross knew full well that Madame Defarge was the family's malevolent enemy. "On my way yonder,"
9said Madame Defarge, with a slight movement of her hand towards the fatal spot, "where they reserve my chair and my
10knitting for me, I am come to make my compliments to her in passing. I wish to see her." "I know that your intentions
11are evil," said Miss Pross, "and you may depend upon it, I'll hold my own against them." Each spoke in her own language;
12neither understood the other's words; both were very watchful, and intent to deduce from look and manner, what the
13unintelligible words meant. "It will do her no good to keep herself concealed from me at this moment," said Madame
14Defarge. "Good patriots will know what that means. Let me see her. Go tell her that I wish to see her. Do you hear?" "If
15those eyes of yours were bed-winches," returned Miss Pross, "and I was an English four-poster, they shouldn't loose a
16splinter of me. No, you wicked foreign woman; I am your match." Madame Defarge was not likely to follow these idiomatic
17remarks in detail; but, she so far understood them as to perceive that she was set at naught. "Woman imbecile and
18pig-like!" said Madame Defarge, frowning. "I take no answer from you. I demand to see her. Either tell her that I demand
19to 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
20arm. "I little thought," said Miss Pross, "that I should ever want to understand your nonsensical language; but I would
21give all I have, except the clothes I wear, to know whether you suspect the truth, or any part of it." Neither of them
22for a single moment released the other's eyes. Madame Defarge had not moved from the spot where she stood when Miss
23Pross first became aware of her; but, she now advanced one step. "I am a Briton," said Miss Pross, "I am desperate. I
24don't care an English Twopence for myself. I know that the longer I keep you here, the greater hope there is for my
25Ladybird. I'll not leave a handful of that dark hair upon your head, if you lay a finger on me!" Thus Miss Pross, with a
26shake of her head and a flash of her eyes between every rapid sentence, and every rapid sentence a whole breath. Thus
27Miss Pross, who had never struck a blow in her life. But, her courage was of that emotional nature that it brought the
28irrepressible tears into her eyes. This was a courage that Madame Defarge so little comprehended as to mistake for
29weakness. "Ha, ha!" she laughed, "you poor wretch! What are you worth! I address myself to that Doctor." Then she raised
30her voice and called out, "Citizen Doctor! Wife of Evrémonde! Child of Evrémonde! Any person but this miserable fool,
31answer the Citizeness Defarge!" Perhaps the following silence, perhaps some latent disclosure in the expression of Miss
32Pross's face, perhaps a sudden misgiving apart from either suggestion, whispered to Madame Defarge that they were gone.
33Three of the doors she opened swiftly, and looked in. "Those rooms are all in disorder, there has been hurried packing,
34there are odds and ends upon the ground. There is no one in that room behind you! Let me look." "Never!" said Miss
35Pross, who understood the request as perfectly as Madame Defarge understood the answer. "If they are not in that room,
36they are gone, and can be pursued and brought back," said Madame Defarge to herself. "As long as you don't know whether
37they are in that room or not, you are uncertain what to do," said Miss Pross to herself; "and you shall not know that,
38if I can prevent your knowing it; and know that, or not know that, you shall not leave here while I can hold you." "I
39have been in the streets from the first, nothing has stopped me, I will tear you to pieces, but I will have you from
40that door," said Madame Defarge. "We are alone at the top of a high house in a solitary courtyard, we are not likely to
41be heard, and I pray for bodily strength to keep you here, while every minute you are here is worth a hundred thousand
42guineas to my darling," said Miss Pross. Madame Defarge made at the door. Miss Pross, on the instinct of the moment,
43seized her round the waist in both her arms, and held her tight. It was in vain for Madame Defarge to struggle and to
44strike; Miss Pross, with the vigorous tenacity of love, always so much stronger than hate, clasped her tight, and even
45lifted her from the floor in the struggle that they had. The two hands of Madame Defarge buffeted and tore her face;
46but, Miss Pross, with her head down, held her round the waist, and clung to her with more than the hold of a drowning
47woman. Soon, Madame Defarge's hands ceased to strike, and felt at her encircled waist. "It is under my arm," said Miss
48Pross, in smothered tones, "you shall not draw it. I am stronger than you, I bless Heaven for it. I hold you till one or
49other of us faints or dies!" Madame Defarge's hands were at her bosom. Miss Pross looked up, saw what it was, struck at
50it, struck out a flash and a crash, and stood alone--blinded with smoke. All this was in a second. As the smoke cleared,
51leaving an awful stillness, it passed out on the air, like the soul of the furious woman whose body lay lifeless on the
52ground. In the first fright and horror of her situation, Miss Pross passed the body as far from it as she could, and ran
53down the stairs to call for fruitless help. Happily, she bethought herself of the consequences of what she did, in time
54to 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
55get the bonnet and other things that she must wear. These she put on, out on the staircase, first shutting and locking
56the 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
57and hurried away. By good fortune she had a veil on her bonnet, or she could hardly have gone along the streets without
58being stopped. By good fortune, too, she was naturally so peculiar in appearance as not to show disfigurement like any
59other woman. She needed both advantages, for the marks of gripping fingers were deep in her face, and her hair was torn,
60and her dress (hastily composed with unsteady hands) was clutched and dragged a hundred ways. In crossing the bridge,
61she dropped the door key in the river. Arriving at the cathedral some few minutes before her escort, and waiting there,
62she thought, what if the key were already taken in a net, what if it were identified, what if the door were opened and
63the remains discovered, what if she were stopped at the gate, sent to prison, and charged with murder! In the midst of
64these fluttering thoughts, the escort appeared, took her in, and took her away. "Is there any noise in the streets?" she
65asked him. "The usual noises," Mr. Cruncher replied; and looked surprised by the question and by her aspect. "I don't
66hear you," said Miss Pross. "What do you say?" It was in vain for Mr. Cruncher to repeat what he said; Miss Pross could
67not hear him. "So I'll nod my head," thought Mr. Cruncher, amazed, "at all events she'll see that." And she did. "Is
68there any noise in the streets now?" asked Miss Pross again, presently. Again Mr. Cruncher nodded his head. "I don't
69hear it." "Gone deaf in an hour?" said Mr. Cruncher, ruminating, with his mind much disturbed; "wot's come to her?" "I
70feel," said Miss Pross, "as if there had been a flash and a crash, and that crash was the last thing I should ever hear
71in this life." "Blest if she ain't in a queer condition!" said Mr. Cruncher, more and more disturbed. "Wot can she have
72been a takin', to keep her courage up? Hark! There's the roll of them dreadful carts! You can hear that, miss?" "I can
73hear," said Miss Pross, seeing that he spoke to her, "nothing. O, my good man, there was first a great crash, and then a
74great stillness, and that stillness seems to be fixed and unchangeable, never to be broken any more as long as my life
75lasts." "If she don't hear the roll of those dreadful carts, now very nigh their journey's end," said Mr. Cruncher,
76glancing over his shoulder, "it's my opinion that indeed she never will hear anything else in this world." And indeed
77she never did.
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