The works of Charles Dickens. Household ed. [22 vols. Orig. issued in monthly parts].1871 |
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... turned to walk down the hill . " After that there gallop from Temple Bar , old lady , I won't trust your fore - legs till I get you on the level , " said this hoarse messenger , glancing at his mare . " Recalled to life . ' That's a ...
... turned to walk down the hill . " After that there gallop from Temple Bar , old lady , I won't trust your fore - legs till I get you on the level , " said this hoarse messenger , glancing at his mare . " Recalled to life . ' That's a ...
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... turning an immense pecuniary Mangle . " After this odd description of his daily routine of employment , Mr. Lorry flattened his flaxen wig upon his head with both hands ( which was most unnecessary , for nothing could be flatter than ...
... turning an immense pecuniary Mangle . " After this odd description of his daily routine of employment , Mr. Lorry flattened his flaxen wig upon his head with both hands ( which was most unnecessary , for nothing could be flatter than ...
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... turning to Mr. Lorry ; " couldn't you tell her what you had to tell her , without frightening her to death ? Look at her , with her pretty pale face and her cold hands . Do you call that being a Banker ? " Mr. Lorry was so exceedingly ...
... turning to Mr. Lorry ; " couldn't you tell her what you had to tell her , without frightening her to death ? Look at her , with her pretty pale face and her cold hands . Do you call that being a Banker ? " Mr. Lorry was so exceedingly ...
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... turned cylinder ; Hunger was shred into atomies in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato , fried with ... turning at bay . Depressed and slinking though they were , eyes of fire were not wanting among them ; nor compressed ...
... turned cylinder ; Hunger was shred into atomies in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato , fried with ... turning at bay . Depressed and slinking though they were , eyes of fire were not wanting among them ; nor compressed ...
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... turned . At this second interchange of the Christian name , Madame Defarge , still using her toothpick with profound composure , coughed another grain of cough , and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line . The last of the ...
... turned . At this second interchange of the Christian name , Madame Defarge , still using her toothpick with profound composure , coughed another grain of cough , and raised her eyebrows by the breadth of another line . The last of the ...
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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?