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Prosscouldnothearhim.“SoI’llnodmyhead,”thoughtMr. Cruncher,amazed,“atalleventsshe’llseethat.”Andshedid. “Isthereanynoiseinthestreetsnow?”askedMissProssagain, CharlesDickensElecBookClassics presently. AgainMr.Crunchernoddedhishead. “Idon’thearit.” “Gonedeafinahour?”saidMr.Cruncher,ruminating,withhis mindmuchdisturbed“wot’scometoher?” “Ifeel,”saidMissPross,“asiftherehadbeenaflashanda crash,andthatcrashwasthelastthingIshouldeverhearinthis life.” “Blestifsheain’tinaqueercondition!”saidMr.Cruncher, moreandmoredisturbed.“Wotcanshehavebeenatakin’,to keephercourageup?Hark!There’stherollofthemdreadful carts!Youcanhearthat,Miss?” “Icanhear,”saidMissPross,seeingthathespoketoher, “nothing.O,mygoodman,therewasfirstagreatcrash