who formed the staff of domestics regarded her as quite a
Sorceress, or Cinderella’s Godmother: who would send out for a
fowl, a rabbit, a vegetable or two from the garden, and change
them into anything she pleased.
On Sundays, Miss Pross dined at the Doctor’s table, but on
other days persisted in taking her meals at unknown periods,
either in the lower regions, or in her own room on the second
floora blue chamber, to which no one but her Ladybird ever
gained admittance. On this occasion, Miss Pross, responding to
Ladybird’s pleasant face and pleasant efforts to please her, unbent
exceedingly; so the dinner was very pleasant, too.
It was an oppressive day, and, after dinner, Lucie proposed that
the wine should be carried out under the plane-tree, and they
should sit there in the air. As everything turned upon her, and
revolved about her, they went out under the plane-tree, and she
carried the wine down for the special benefit of Mr. Lorry. She
had installed herself, some time before, as Mr. Lorry’s cupbearer;
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and while they sat under the plane-tree, talking, she kept his glass
replenished. Mysterious backs and ends of houses peeped at them
as they talked, and the plane-tree whispered to them in its own
way above their heads.
Still, the Hundreds of people did not present themselves. Mr.
Darnay presented himself while they were sitting under the planetree,
but he was only One.
Doctor Manette received him kindly, and so did Lucie. But Miss
Pross suddenly became afflicted with a twitching in the head and
body, and retired into the house. She was not u