A tale of two cities

"I may be able, Miss," returned Mr. Cruncher, "to give some idea of my future life, and I am afraid I cannot use my old and blessed mind at this time. I want to make two promises and two oaths in the present emergency. Can you help me to remember them, miss? "Oh, my God!" Said Miss Pross, still wailing bitterly, "I'll remember it at once, but you must be a good man not to worry about it." 'first Of all, 'said Mr. Cruncher, trembling all over, and speaking with an ashen and grave face,' I shall never do that again, never again, if those poor people will only get out of it safely! ' I am quite sure, Mr. Cruncher, 'returned Miss Pross,' that you will never do it again, whatever it may be. I beg you not to think it necessary to specify what it is. "No, miss," answered Jerry, "I won't tell you. Secondly, if the poor few were safe, I would never interfere with Mrs. Cruncher's kneeling prayers again. Never again! I am sure, 'said Miss Pross, trying to collect herself, and wiping her eyes,' whatever it may be in the household, it is better to leave it entirely in Mrs. Cruncher's hands. Oh, my poor darlings! I will even go so far as to say, Miss, 'pursued Mr. Cruncher,heavy duty cantilever racks, in a manner so startling as if he were speaking from a pulpit,' that you will take my words and tell my wife yourself that I have changed my mind about prayer. I rather hope with all my heart that Mrs. Cruncher is now on her knees praying for us! "Well, well, well, I hope she's praying, dear," cried the frantic Miss Pross, "and that her prayers are answered!" "Never," went on Mr. Cruncher, in a more solemn, slower, more insistent manner. " I can't let what I said and what I did be retributed on the wishes I made for these poor people! Let it not come true. We should all kneel down (if it is convenient) and pray for their escape from this terrible danger. Don't answer, Miss: What I'm saying is, don't answer! This was the conclusion of Mr. Cruncher, after a long struggle for a better conclusion. At this moment Madame Defarge was coming along the street, and drawing nearer and nearer. You speak so beautifully, warehouse pallet racks ,mobile racking systems, "said Miss Pross," and if we ever get home again, believe me, I will tell Mrs. Cruncher what I remember and understand. And, whatever may have happened, you may trust me to bear witness to your prim manner at this terrible time. Now, please, let us think, Mr. Cruncher, whom I respect, let us think! At this moment Madame Defarge was coming along the street, and drawing nearer and nearer. Wouldn't it be better, 'said Miss Pross,' if you could go first, and tell the carriage not to come here, but to wait for me somewhere else? ' Cruncher thought it would be better. Where are you waiting for me? Asked Miss Pross. In his bewilderment, Mr. Cruncher could think of no other place than the London Bar. But my God! The London Bar is a thousand miles away, and Madame Defarge is only a few feet away. "At the cathedral door," said Miss Pross. It's not a detour for me to get on the bus at that place, is it? At the gate between the two towers of the cathedral? "No, miss," returned Mr. Cruncher. Then, like the best man, go to the station at once and change the route, 'said Miss Pross. I am a little uneasy about leaving you, 'said Mr. Cruncher, hesitating, and shaking his head. You see, I don't know what will happen. "Heaven alone knows that," replied Miss Pross. Don't worry about me. Pick me up at the cathedral at three o'clock or a little earlier. I'm sure it's much better than starting from here, I'm sure. Ok! God bless you, Mr. Cruncher! Don't worry about me, worry about those lives, it's up to us! These words, and Miss Pross's anguished entreaty, clasping his hand in both her own, made Mr. Cruncher determined.
He nodded encouragingly and went to change the route, leaving her alone to join him at her own suggestion. Miss Pross was greatly relieved that such a precaution had been conceived, and that it had been carried out. Her appearance had to be calm as usual, so as not to attract special attention, which also made her settle down. She looked at her watch. It was twenty past two. She couldn't afford to waste any more time and had to get ready at once. Her mind was in a mess. She was afraid of the emptiness of the empty room, and of the faces that seemed to peep from behind every open door. Miss Pross fetched a basin of water and began to wash her red and swollen eyes. She was full of inexplicable fear that the water on her eyes would temporarily block her view, so she kept stopping to look around for fear that someone was looking at her. Once, when she had stopped, she cried out and stepped back, for she saw a figure standing in the room. The basin fell to the ground and broke, and the water ran to Madame Defarge's feet, which had walked through the pool of blood with a majestic and unique step. Said Madame Defarge, looking at her coldly. "Where is Mrs. Evremonde?" It suddenly occurred to Miss Pross that all the doors being open would make one think of running away. Her first action was to close all the doors. There were four doors in the room, and she closed them all. Then she stood at the door of Lucy's room. Madame Defarge's dark eyes followed her swift movements, and then rested on her. The years had not tamed Miss Pross's wildness, or softened her rough form. She is also a tough woman, though in a different way. She,heavy duty rack manufacturers, too, looked with her eyes at every part of Madame Defarge. Don't look like the devil's wife, 'whispered Miss Pross.' You can't get the best of me. I'm an Englishwoman. ' 。 jracking.com