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المؤلف: Charles Dickens

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"I little thought," said Miss Pross, "that I should ever want to
understand your nonsensical language; but I would give all I
have, except the clothes I wear, to know whether you suspect the
truth, or any part of it."
Neither of them for a single moment released the other's eyes.
Madame Defarge had not moved from the spot where she stood when
Miss Pross first became aware of her; but, she now advanced one
step.
"I am a Briton," said Miss Pross, "I am desperate. I don't care
an English Twopence for myself. I know that the longer I keep you
here, the greater hope there is for my Ladybird. 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 shake of her head and a flash of her eyes
between every rapid sentence, and every rapid sentence a whole
breath. Thus Miss Pross, who had never struck a blow in her life.

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