A tale of two citiesTicknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... rest - along the roads that lay before them . CHAPTER II . THE MAIL . Ir was the Dover road that lay , on a Friday night late in November , before the first of the persons with whom this history has business . The Dover road lay , as to ...
... rest - along the roads that lay before them . CHAPTER II . THE MAIL . Ir was the Dover road that lay , on a Friday night late in November , before the first of the persons with whom this history has business . The Dover road lay , as to ...
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... descent . The guard soon replaced his blunderbuss in his arm - chest , and , having looked to the rest of its contents , and having looked to the supple- mentary pistols that he wore in his belt , looked 8 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
... descent . The guard soon replaced his blunderbuss in his arm - chest , and , having looked to the rest of its contents , and having looked to the supple- mentary pistols that he wore in his belt , looked 8 A TALE OF TWO CITIES .
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... rest , comfort . " A shiver ran through her frame , and from it through his . She said , in a low , distinct , awe - stricken voice , as if she were saying it in a dream , “ " I am going to see his Ghost ! A TALE OF TWO CITIES . 23.
... rest , comfort . " A shiver ran through her frame , and from it through his . She said , in a low , distinct , awe - stricken voice , as if she were saying it in a dream , “ " I am going to see his Ghost ! A TALE OF TWO CITIES . 23.
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... rest . Each of these stoppages was made at a doleful grating , by which any languishing good airs that were left uncorrupted , seemed to escape , and all spoilt and sickly vapours seemed to crawl in . Through the rusted bars , tastes ...
... rest . Each of these stoppages was made at a doleful grating , by which any languishing good airs that were left uncorrupted , seemed to escape , and all spoilt and sickly vapours seemed to crawl in . Through the rusted bars , tastes ...
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... rest , I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste , and of our native France so wicked to you , weep for it , weep for it ! And if , when I shall tell you of my name , and of my father who is living , and of my mother who is ...
... rest , I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste , and of our native France so wicked to you , weep for it , weep for it ! And if , when I shall tell you of my name , and of my father who is living , and of my mother who is ...
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