The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume 21Chapman and Hall, Limited, 1898 |
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... stones tumbling wildly about , and the sea did what it liked , and what it liked was destruction . It thundered at the town , and thundered at the cliffs , and brought the coast down , madly . The air among the houses was of so strong a ...
... stones tumbling wildly about , and the sea did what it liked , and what it liked was destruction . It thundered at the town , and thundered at the cliffs , and brought the coast down , madly . The air among the houses was of so strong a ...
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... stones just outside the door of the wine - shop , shattered like a walnut - shell . All the people within reach had suspended their business , or their idleness , to run to the spot and drink the wine . The rough , irregular stones of ...
... stones just outside the door of the wine - shop , shattered like a walnut - shell . All the people within reach had suspended their business , or their idleness , to run to the spot and drink the wine . The rough , irregular stones of ...
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... stones , and when the stain of it would be red upon many there . And now that the cloud settled on Saint Antoine , which a momentary gleam had driven from his sacred countenance , the darkness of it was heavy - cold , dirt , sickness ...
... stones , and when the stain of it would be red upon many there . And now that the cloud settled on Saint Antoine , which a momentary gleam had driven from his sacred countenance , the darkness of it was heavy - cold , dirt , sickness ...
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... stones of the pavement , with their many little reservoirs of mud and water , had no footways , but broke off abruptly at the doors . The kennel , to make amends , ran down the middle of the street - when it ran at all : which was only ...
... stones of the pavement , with their many little reservoirs of mud and water , had no footways , but broke off abruptly at the doors . The kennel , to make amends , ran down the middle of the street - when it ran at all : which was only ...
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... stones ? " " I hardly seem yet , " returned Charles Darnay , " to belong to this world again . " " I don't wonder at it ; it's not so long since you were pretty far advanced on your way to another . You speak faintly . " " I begin to ...
... stones ? " " I hardly seem yet , " returned Charles Darnay , " to belong to this world again . " " I don't wonder at it ; it's not so long since you were pretty far advanced on your way to another . You speak faintly . " " I begin to ...
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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!