The Writings of Charles Dickens: With Critical and Bibliographical Introductions and Notes by Edwin Percy Whipple and Others; Illustrated with Steel Portraits and Engravings from the Original Designs by Browne, Cruikshank, Leech, and Others, Volume 20Houghton, Mifflin, 1894 |
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... . STILL KNITTING 127 . 135 139 146 151 161 172 183 188 195 203 • 207 XXII . THE SEA STILL RISES XXIII . FIRE RISES . XXIV . DRAWN TO THE LOADSTONE ROCK 218 • 224 231 BOOK THE THIRD : THE TRACK OF A STORM I. THE WOOD-SAWYER.
... . STILL KNITTING 127 . 135 139 146 151 161 172 183 188 195 203 • 207 XXII . THE SEA STILL RISES XXIII . FIRE RISES . XXIV . DRAWN TO THE LOADSTONE ROCK 218 • 224 231 BOOK THE THIRD : THE TRACK OF A STORM I. THE WOOD-SAWYER.
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... ! Stand ! I shall fire ! " The pace was suddenly checked , and , with much splashing and floundering , a man's voice called from the mist , " Is that the Dover mail ? " The Mai " Never you mind what it is ! 6 A TALE OF TWO CITIES.
... ! Stand ! I shall fire ! " The pace was suddenly checked , and , with much splashing and floundering , a man's voice called from the mist , " Is that the Dover mail ? " The Mai " Never you mind what it is ! 6 A TALE OF TWO CITIES.
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... fire , sir . ) Fetch barber to Concord . Stir about , there , now , for Concord ! " The Concord bed - chamber being always assigned to a pas- senger by the mail , and passengers by the mail being always heavily wrapped up from head to ...
... fire , sir . ) Fetch barber to Concord . Stir about , there , now , for Concord ! " The Concord bed - chamber being always assigned to a pas- senger by the mail , and passengers by the mail being always heavily wrapped up from head to ...
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... fire , and as he sat , with its light shining on him , waiting for the meal , he sat so still , that he might have been sitting for his portrait . Very orderly and methodical he looked , with a hand on each knee , and a loud watch ...
... fire , and as he sat , with its light shining on him , waiting for the meal , he sat so still , that he might have been sitting for his portrait . Very orderly and methodical he looked , with a hand on each knee , and a loud watch ...
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... fire , awaiting his dinner as he had awaited his breakfast , his mind was busily digging , digging , digging , in the live red coals . A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm , otherwise than as it ...
... fire , awaiting his dinner as he had awaited his breakfast , his mind was busily digging , digging , digging , in the live red coals . A bottle of good claret after dinner does a digger in the red coals no harm , otherwise than as it ...
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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 372 - 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." 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. Twenty-three.
Page 373 - I see that child who lay upon her bosom and who bore my name, a man, winning his way up in that path of life which once was mine. I see him winning it so well, that my name is made illustrious there by the light of his. I see the blots I threw upon it, faded away. I see him, foremost of just judges and honoured men, bringing a boy of my name, with a forehead that I know and golden hair, to this place — then fair to look upon, with not a trace of this day's disfigurement — and I hear him tell...
Page 10 - 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 1 - 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 — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest...
Page 49 - TELLSON'S Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very ugly, very incommodious. It was an old-fashioned place, moreover, in the moral attribute that the partners in the House were proud of its smallness, proud of its darkness, proud of its ugliness, proud of its incommodiousness. They were even boastful of its eminence in those particulars, and were fired by an express conviction that, if it were less objectionable,...
Page xi - I am not clear, and I never have been clear, respecting that canon of fiction which forbids the interposition of accident in such a case as Madame Defarge's death. Where the accident is inseparable from the passion and...