The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman and Hall, Limited, 1898 |
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... returned to their duty . With drooping heads and tremulous tails , they mashed their way through the thick mud , floundering and stumbling between whiles , as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints . As often as the driver ...
... returned to their duty . With drooping heads and tremulous tails , they mashed their way through the thick mud , floundering and stumbling between whiles , as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints . As often as the driver ...
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... returned the guard , leaving his hold of the door , and mounting nimbly to his place . " Gentlemen ! In the king's name , all of you ! " With this hurried adjuration , he cocked his blunderbuss , and stood on the offensive . The ...
... returned the guard , leaving his hold of the door , and mounting nimbly to his place . " Gentlemen ! In the king's name , all of you ! " With this hurried adjuration , he cocked his blunderbuss , and stood on the offensive . The ...
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... returned , would all be there . Out of the midst of them , the ghostly face would rise , and he would accost it again . " Buried how long ? " " Almost eighteen years . " " I hope you care to live ? " " I can't say . Dig - dig - dig ...
... returned , would all be there . Out of the midst of them , the ghostly face would rise , and he would accost it again . " Buried how long ? " " Almost eighteen years . " " I hope you care to live ? " " I can't say . Dig - dig - dig ...
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... returned to it ; men with bare arms , matted locks , and cadaverous faces , who had emerged into the winter light from cellars , moved away , to descend again ; and a gloom gathered on the scene that appeared more natural to it than ...
... returned to it ; men with bare arms , matted locks , and cadaverous faces , who had emerged into the winter light from cellars , moved away , to descend again ; and a gloom gathered on the scene that appeared more natural to it than ...
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... returned . 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 ...
... returned . 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 12 - 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!