Tale of Two CitiesHoughton, Osgood, 1880 |
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Page xv
... Madame Defarge's death . Where the accident is inseparable from the action and passion of the character ; where it is strictly consistent with the entire design , and arises out of some culminating proceeding on the part of the ...
... Madame Defarge's death . Where the accident is inseparable from the action and passion of the character ; where it is strictly consistent with the entire design , and arises out of some culminating proceeding on the part of the ...
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... 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 , a large hand heavily ringed , a steady ...
... 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 , a large hand heavily ringed , a steady ...
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... Madame Defarge said nothing when her lord came in , but coughed just one grain of cough . This , in combination with the lifting of her darkly defined eyebrows over her toothpick by the breadth of a line , suggested to her husband that ...
... Madame Defarge said nothing when her lord came in , but coughed just one grain of cough . This , in combination with the lifting of her darkly defined eyebrows over her toothpick by the breadth of a line , suggested to her husband that ...
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... Defarge . This third interchange of the christian name was com- pleted at the moment when Madame Defarge put her tooth- pick by , kept her eyebrows up , and slightly rustled in her seat . " Hold then ! True ! " muttered her husband ...
... Defarge . This third interchange of the christian name was com- pleted at the moment when Madame Defarge put her tooth- pick by , kept her eyebrows up , and slightly rustled in her seat . " Hold then ! True ! " muttered her husband ...
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... Madame Defarge - who leaned against the door - post , knit- ting , and saw nothing . The prisoner had got into the coach , and his daughter had followed him , when Mr. Lorry's feet were arrested on the step by his asking , miserably ...
... Madame Defarge - who leaned against the door - post , knit- ting , and saw nothing . The prisoner had got into the coach , and his daughter had followed him , when Mr. Lorry's feet were arrested on the step by his asking , miserably ...
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Page ix - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 369 - It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
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 368 - 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. TwentyThree. They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefulest man's face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic.
Page 363 - 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 license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.
Page 306 - 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 273 - In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease - a terrible passing inclination to die of it.
Page xix - 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...