The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman & Hall Limited, 1914 |
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... stopped in his character of ' the Captain , ' gallantly shot him through the head and rode away ; the mail was waylaid by seven robbers , and the guard shot three dead , and then got shot dead himself by the other four , ' in ...
... stopped in his character of ' the Captain , ' gallantly shot him through the head and rode away ; the mail was waylaid by seven robbers , and the guard shot three dead , and then got shot dead himself by the other four , ' in ...
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... stopped when the coach stopped , and they kept close company with it . If any one of the three had had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little ahead into the mist and darkness , he would have put himself in a fair way of ...
... stopped when the coach stopped , and they kept close company with it . If any one of the three had had the hardihood to propose to another to walk on a little ahead into the mist and darkness , he would have put himself in a fair way of ...
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... stopping pretty often at ale - houses by the way to drink , but evincing a tendency to keep his own counsel , and to keep his hat cocked over his eyes . He had eyes that assorted very well with that decoration , being of a surface black ...
... stopping pretty often at ale - houses by the way to drink , but evincing a tendency to keep his own counsel , and to keep his hat cocked over his eyes . He had eyes that assorted very well with that decoration , being of a surface black ...
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... stopped for drink , he moved this muffler with his left hand , only while he poured his liquor in with his right ; as soon as that was done , he muffled again . ' No , Jerry , no ! ' said the messenger , harping on one theme as he rode ...
... stopped for drink , he moved this muffler with his left hand , only while he poured his liquor in with his right ; as soon as that was done , he muffled again . ' No , Jerry , no ! ' said the messenger , harping on one theme as he rode ...
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... stopped , wandered , and began anew : ' As I was saying ; if Monsieur Manette had not died ; if he had suddenly and silently disappeared ; if he had been spirited away ; if it had not been difficult to guess to what dreadful place ...
... stopped , wandered , and began anew : ' As I was saying ; if Monsieur Manette had not died ; if he had suddenly and silently disappeared ; if he had been spirited away ; if it had not been difficult to guess to what dreadful place ...
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Page 296 - I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live : and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.' The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-Three.
Page 296 - Yes.' She kisses his lips; he kisses hers; they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it; nothing worse than a sweet, bright constancy is in the patient face. She goes next before him — is gone; the knitting-women count TwentyTwo. 'I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.
Page 1 - IT was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest...
Page 293 - Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seed of rapacious licence and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.
Page 14 - As his eyes rested on a short, slight, pretty figure, a quantity of golden hair, a pair of blue eyes that met his own with an inquiring look, and a forehead with a singular capacity (remembering how young and smooth it was) of lifting and knitting itself into an expression that was not quite one of perplexity, or wonder, or alarm, or merely of a bright fixed attention, though it included all the four expressions...
Page 79 - It will seem nothing to you. Such whims are only impressive as we originate them, I think ; they are not to be communicated. I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by-and-by into our lives.' ' There is a great crowd coming one day into our lives, if that be so,' Sydney Carton struck in, in his moody way.
Page 229 - Liberty; we have quite enough of that," said Miss Pross. "Hush, dear! Again?" Lucie remonstrated. "Well, my sweet," said Miss Pross, nodding her head emphatically, "the short and the long of it is, that I am a subject of His Most Gracious Majesty King George the Third;" Miss Pross curtseyed at the name; "and as such, my maxim is, Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks, On him our hopes we fix, God save the King!