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Mr. Cruncher, in an access of loyalty, growlingly repeated the words after Miss Pross, like somebody at church. ¡¡¡¡"I am glad you have so much of the Englishman in you, though I wish you had never taken that cold in your voice," said Miss Pross, approvingly. "But the question, Doctor Manette. Is there"- it was the good creature's way to affect to make light of anything that was a great anxiety with them all, and to come at it in this chance manner- "is there any prospect yet, of our getting out of this place?" ¡¡¡¡"I fear not yet. It would be dangerous for Charles yet." ¡

¡¡¡"Heigh-ho-hum!" said Miss Pross, cheerfully repressing a sigh as she glanced at her darling's golden hair in the light of the fire, "then we must have patience and wait: that's all. We must hold up our heads and fight low, as my brother Solomon used to say. Now, Mr. Cruncher!-Don't you move, Ladybird