Book the Third - The Track of a Storm
14. XIV. The Knitting Done
(continued)
"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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