The works of Charles Dickens. Household ed. [22 vols. Orig. issued in monthly parts].1871 |
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... side of the mail , as the rest of the passengers did ; not because they had the least relish for walking exercise under the circumstances , but because the hill , and the harness , and the mud , and the mail were all so heavy , that the ...
... side of the mail , as the rest of the passengers did ; not because they had the least relish for walking exercise under the circumstances , but because the hill , and the harness , and the mud , and the mail were all so heavy , that the ...
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... side of the mail where the passenger stood . The rider stooped , and , casting up his eyes at the guard , handed the passenger a small folded paper . The rider's horse was blown , and both horse and rider were covered with mud , from ...
... side of the mail where the passenger stood . The rider stooped , and , casting up his eyes at the guard , handed the passenger a small folded paper . The rider's horse was blown , and both horse and rider were covered with mud , from ...
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... side . " She repeated in the same tone , sunk to a whisper , " I have been free , I have been happy , yet his Ghost has never haunted me ! " " Only one thing more , " said Mr. Lorry , laying stress upon it as a wholesome means of ...
... side . " She repeated in the same tone , sunk to a whisper , " I have been free , I have been happy , yet his Ghost has never haunted me ! " " Only one thing more , " said Mr. Lorry , laying stress upon it as a wholesome means of ...
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... side , for nothing would turn the man . Madame Defarge , his wife , sat in the shop behind the counter as he came in . Madame Defarge was a stout woman , of about his own age , with a watchful eye that seldom seemed to look at anything ...
... side , for nothing would turn the man . Madame Defarge , his wife , sat in the shop behind the counter as he came in . Madame Defarge was a stout woman , of about his own age , with a watchful eye that seldom seemed to look at anything ...
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... side which Mr. Lorry took , as though he dreaded to be asked any 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 ...
... side which Mr. Lorry took , as though he dreaded to be asked any 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 ...
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Page 2 - ... 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 authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative...
Page 6 - A WONDERFUL fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
Page 175 - Guillotine. And yet there is not in France, with its rich variety of soil and climate, a blade, a leaf, a root, a sprig, a peppercorn, which will grow to maturity under conditions more certain than those that have produced this horror. Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms.
Page 2 - 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...
Page 175 - Six tumbrils roll along the streets. Change these back again to what they were, thou powerful enchanter, Time, and they shall be seen to be the carriages of absolute monarchs, the equipages of feudal nobles, the toilettes of flaring Jezebels, the churches that are not my father's house but dens of thieves, the huts of millions of starving peasants!
Page 6 - I stood in ignorance on the shore. My friend is dead, my neighbour is dead, my love, the darling of my soul, is dead; it is the inexorable consolidation and perpetuation of the secret that was always in that individuality; and which I shall carry in mine to my life's end. In any of the burial-places in this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?