A tale of two cities, with intr., notes, and analytical list of characters

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II
1
IV
3
V
6
VI
9
VII
15
VIII
22
IX
29
XXV
107
XXVI
110
XXVII
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XXVIII
119
XXIX
121
XXXI
128
XXXII
131
XXXIII
135

X
33
XI
36
XII
44
XIII
48
XIV
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XV
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XVI
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XVII
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XVIII
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XIX
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XX
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XXI
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XXII
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XXIII
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XXIV
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XXXIV
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XXXV
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XXXVI
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XXXVII
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XXXVIII
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XXXIX
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XL
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XLI
171
XLII
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XLIII
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XLIV
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XLV
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XLVI
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XLVII
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XLVIII
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Page 220 - ... mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place — then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day's disfigurement — and I hear him tell the child my story, with a tender and a faltering voice. " It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done...
Page 219 - 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 219 - 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 xiv - ... which the whole story has led up to, it seems to me to become, as it were, an act of divine justice.
Page 29 - TELLSON'S Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven bundled and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very ugly, very incommodious. It was an old-fashioned place, moreover, in the moral attribute that the partners in the House were proud of its smallness, proud of its darkness, proud of its ugliness, proud of its incommodiousness. They were even boastful of its eminence in those particulars, and were fired by an express conviction that, if it were less objectionable,...
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