'The Footsteps Of The Functionary': Chapters
Nandan Patel Patel 1
Ms. Beardslee 2B
Honors English
4/27/15
Book the Third, Chapter 16: The Footsteps of The Functionary
It was the best of noon when Miss Pross and Jerry Cruncher were making their way back to the glorious and safe country of England. On the dark day of their journey, the sky was filled with darkness and hope; the thundering rain poured on with gloom and darkness beckoning misery; and the carriage trudged along at a slow, darkening pace. The air smelled of death, blood, and gore. The smell was quite the bitter and disturbing one, presumably the smell of the air everyday in France. It was certainly a pleasant and delightful day to travel back to England. The beautiful smell of murder accompanied with the disastrous …show more content…
I have been the reason for her death. “ Miss, this is going to impose suspicion agin us,” Jerry said, “I always told my wife to meditate nothing upon me! This has all happened due to that wretched woman’s flopping!” Mr. Cruncher’s face became a nasty, pale color and his nervousness was as obvious as that of a man’s whose death were to come upon him by the guillotine. As the carriage came to a sudden, intense stop at the town gate, Miss Pross and Jerry Cruncher both gently stepped outside. Being the great gentleman he was, Jerry Cruncher shoved Miss Pross behind him, climbed out of the carriage before her, and spitted his saliva towards the ground. Once outside, both of the travelers could accurately hear the chaotic ruckus caused by other travelers at the gate. There were many high pitched, jubilant voices counterparting with the low pitched, menacing groans of the functionaries. Even the deep, thick growls of the street dogs could evidently be heard. Out of all the chaos, Jerry Cruncher’s eyes had been caught up with those of a functionary’s and he knew he must give a reply back to him as the eyes had been staring at him for quite the
Ms. Beardslee 2B
Honors English
4/27/15
Book the Third, Chapter 16: The Footsteps of The Functionary
It was the best of noon when Miss Pross and Jerry Cruncher were making their way back to the glorious and safe country of England. On the dark day of their journey, the sky was filled with darkness and hope; the thundering rain poured on with gloom and darkness beckoning misery; and the carriage trudged along at a slow, darkening pace. The air smelled of death, blood, and gore. The smell was quite the bitter and disturbing one, presumably the smell of the air everyday in France. It was certainly a pleasant and delightful day to travel back to England. The beautiful smell of murder accompanied with the disastrous …show more content…
I have been the reason for her death. “ Miss, this is going to impose suspicion agin us,” Jerry said, “I always told my wife to meditate nothing upon me! This has all happened due to that wretched woman’s flopping!” Mr. Cruncher’s face became a nasty, pale color and his nervousness was as obvious as that of a man’s whose death were to come upon him by the guillotine. As the carriage came to a sudden, intense stop at the town gate, Miss Pross and Jerry Cruncher both gently stepped outside. Being the great gentleman he was, Jerry Cruncher shoved Miss Pross behind him, climbed out of the carriage before her, and spitted his saliva towards the ground. Once outside, both of the travelers could accurately hear the chaotic ruckus caused by other travelers at the gate. There were many high pitched, jubilant voices counterparting with the low pitched, menacing groans of the functionaries. Even the deep, thick growls of the street dogs could evidently be heard. Out of all the chaos, Jerry Cruncher’s eyes had been caught up with those of a functionary’s and he knew he must give a reply back to him as the eyes had been staring at him for quite the