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muchstainingblood,thosefeethadcometomeetthatwater.
MadameDefargelookedcoldlyather,andsaid.“Thewifeof
Evremondewhereisshe?”
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ItflasheduponMissPross’smindthatthedoorswereall
standingopen,andwouldsuggesttheflight.Herfirstactwasto
shutthem.Therewerefourintheroom,andsheshutthemall.
Shethenplacedherselfbeforethedoorofthechamberwhich
Luciehadoccupied.
MadameDefarge’sdarkeyesfollowedherthroughthisrapid
movement,andrestedonherwhenitwasfinished.MissProsshad
nothingbeautifulaboutheryearshadnottamedthewildness,or
softenedthegrimness,ofherappearancebut,shetoowasa
determinedwomaninherdifferentway,andshemeasured
MadameDefargewithhereyes,everyinch.
“Youmight,fromyourappearance,bethewifeofLucifer,”said
MissPross,inherbreathing.“Nevertheless,youshallnotgetthe
betterofme.IamanEnglishwoman.”
MadameDefargelookedatherscornfully,butstillwith
somethingofMissPross’sownperceptionthattheytwowereat
bay.Shesawatight,hard,wirywomanbeforeher,asMr.Lorry
hadseeninthesamefigureawomanwithastronghand,inthe
yearsgoneby.SheknewfullwellthatMissProsswasthefamily’s
devotedfriendMissProssknewfullwellthatMadameDefarge
wasthefamily’smalevole