A tale of two citiesTicknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... question were various and contradic- Sometimes the broken reply was , " Wait ! It would kill me if I saw her too soon . " Sometimes , it was given in · a tender rain of tears , and then it was 12 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
... question were various and contradic- Sometimes the broken reply was , " Wait ! It would kill me if I saw her too soon . " Sometimes , it was given in · a tender rain of tears , and then it was 12 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
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... , and good measure too , or a great Stilton cheese , came running into the room in ad- vance of the inn servants , and soon settled the question of his detachment from the poor young lady , by laying 24 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
... , and good measure too , or a great Stilton cheese , came running into the room in ad- vance of the inn servants , and soon settled the question of his detachment from the poor young lady , by laying 24 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
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... question so hard to answer , that he could only look on , at a distance , with much feebler sympathy and humility , while the strong woman , having banished the inn servants under the myste- rious penalty of " letting them know ...
... question so hard to answer , that he could only look on , at a distance , with much feebler sympathy and humility , while the strong woman , having banished the inn servants under the myste- rious penalty of " letting them know ...
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... question by the young lady , turned himself about here , and , carefully feeling in the pockets of the coat he carried over his shoulder , took out a key . " The door is locked then , my friend ? " said Mr. Lorry , surprised . " Ay ...
... question by the young lady , turned himself about here , and , carefully feeling in the pockets of the coat he carried over his shoulder , took out a key . " The door is locked then , my friend ? " said Mr. Lorry , surprised . " Ay ...
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... question reminded him of his work , and he bent over it again . Mr. Lorry came silently forward , leaving the daughter by the door . When he had stood , for a minute or two , by the side of Defarge , the shoemaker looked up . He showed ...
... question reminded him of his work , and he bent over it again . Mr. Lorry came silently forward , leaving the daughter by the door . When he had stood , for a minute or two , by the side of Defarge , the shoemaker looked up . He showed ...
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