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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Page xiv
... prisoner's counsel , and all the minor incidents of the varied scene , are presented in such a way as to include in a small space every element of interest that can enter into a State Trial . The English trial , in which Charles Darnay ...
... prisoner's counsel , and all the minor incidents of the varied scene , are presented in such a way as to include in a small space every element of interest that can enter into a State Trial . The English trial , in which Charles Darnay ...
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... prisoners in London jails fought battles with their turnkeys , and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them , loaded with rounds of shot and ball ; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at ...
... prisoners in London jails fought battles with their turnkeys , and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them , loaded with rounds of shot and ball ; thieves snipped off diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at ...
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... prisoner . It would be worse than useless now to make any inquiries , because it would be dangerous . Better not to mention the subject anywhere or in any way , and to remove him - for a while at all events out of France . Even I , safe ...
... prisoner . It would be worse than useless now to make any inquiries , because it would be dangerous . Better not to mention the subject anywhere or in any way , and to remove him - for a while at all events out of France . Even I , safe ...
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... prisoner is . These are not the hands she knew , this is not the face she knew , this is not a voice she ever heard . No , no . She was and He was before the slow years of the North Tower angel ? " - ages ago . What is your name , my ...
... prisoner is . These are not the hands she knew , this is not the face she knew , this is not a voice she ever heard . No , no . She was and He was before the slow years of the North Tower angel ? " - ages ago . What is your name , my ...
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... 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 , for his shoemaking tools and the un- finished shoes . Madame Defarge immediately called to ...
... 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 , for his shoemaking tools and the un- finished shoes . Madame Defarge immediately called to ...
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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...