Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
courtyard? Another carriage having already gone from here to-day,
it might awaken suspicion.” “My opinion, miss,” returned Mr.
Cruncher, “is as you’re right. Likewise wot I’ll stand by you, right
or wrong.” “I am so distracted with fear and hope for our precious
creatures,” said Miss Pross, wildly crying, “that I am incapable of
forming any plan. Are you capable of forming any plan, my dear
good Mr. Cruncher?” “Respectin’ a future spear o’ life, miss,”
returned Mr. Cruncher, “I hope so.
Respectin’ any present use o’ this here blessed old head o’ mind, I
Would you do me the favour, miss, to take notice o’ two promises
and wows wot it is my wishes fur to record in this here crisis?”
“Oh, for gracious sake!” cried Miss Pross, still wildly crying,
“record them at once, and get them out of the way, like an excellent
man.” “First,” said Mr. Cruncher, who was all in a tremble, and
who spoke with an ashy and solemn visage, “them poor things
well out o’ this, never no more will I do it, never no more!” “I am
quite sure, Mr. Cruncher,” returned Miss Pross, “that you never
will do it again, whatever it is, and I be, you not to think it
necessary to mention more particularly what it is.” “No, miss,”
returned Jerry, “it shall not be named to you. Second: them poor
things well out o’ this, and never no more will I interfere with Mrs.
Cruncher’s flopping, never no more!” “Whatever housekeeping
arrangement that may be,” said Miss Pross, striving to dry her eyes
and compose herself, “I have no doubt it is best that Mrs. Cruncher
should have it entirely under her own superintendence.- O my
poor darlings!” “I go so far as to say, miss, moreover,” proceeded
Mr. Cruncher, with a most alarming tendency to hold forth as from
a pulpit-“and let my words be took down and took to Mrs.
Cruncher through yourself-that wot my opinions re-spectin’
flopping has undergone a change, and that wot I only hope with all
my heart as Mrs. Cruncher may be a flopping at the present time.”
“There, there, there! I hope she is, my dear man,” cried the
distracted Miss Pross, “and I hope she finds it answering her
expectations.” “Forbid it,” proceeded Mr. Cruncher, with
additional solemnity, additional slowness, and additional tendency
to hold forth and hold out, “as anything wot I have ever said or
done should be visited on my earnest wishes for them poor
creeturs now! Forbid it as we shouldn’t all flop (if it was anyways
conwenient) to get ‘em out o’ this here dismal risk! Forbid it, miss!
Wot I say, for-BID it!” This was Mr. Cruncher’s conclusion after a
protracted but vain endeavour to find a better one.
And still Madame Defarge, pursuing her way along the streets,
came nearer and nearer.