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But, her courage was of that emotional nature that it brought the

irrepressible tears into her eyes. This was a courage that Madame

Defarge so little comprehended as to mistake for weakness. "Ha,

ha!" she laughed, "you poor wretch! What are you worth! I address

myself to that Doctor." Then she raised her voice and called out,

"Citizen Doctor! Wife of Evremonde! Child of Evremonde! Any

person but this miserable fool, answer the Citizeness Defarge!"

Perhaps the following silence, perhaps some latent disclosure in

the expression of Miss Pross's face, perhaps a sudden misgiving

apart from either suggestion, whispered to Madame Defarge that

they were gone. Three of the doors she opened swiftly, and looked

in.

"Those rooms are all in disorder, there has been hurried packing,

there are odds and ends upon the ground. There is no one in that

room behind you! Let me look."

"Never!" said Miss Pross, who understood the request as perfectly

as Madame Defarge understood the answer.