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In crossing the bridge, she dropped the door key in the river. Arriving at the cathedral some few minutes before her escort, and waiting there, she thought, what if the key were already taken in a net, what if it were identified, what if the door were opened and the remains discovered, what if she were stopped at the gate, sent to prison, and charged with murder! In the midst of these fluttering thoughts, the escort appeared, took her in, and took her away. ¡
¡¡¡"Is there any noise in the streets?" she asked him. ¡¡¡¡"The usual noises," Mr. Cruncher replied; and looked surprised by the question and by her aspect. ¡¡¡¡"I don't hear you," said Miss Pross. "What do you say?" ¡¡¡¡It was in vain for Mr. Cruncher to repeat what he said; Miss Pross could not hear him. "So I'll nod my head," thought Mr. Cruncher, amazed, "at all events she'll see that." And she did.