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A Tale of Two Cities

‘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.’
‘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?’
‘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.’
‘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.’
And indeed she never did.

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