A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens

VIII. A Hand at Cards Happily unconscious of the new calamity at home, Miss Pross threaded her way alo ...

assassinated by somebody vindicating a difference of opinion was the likeliest occurrence. Everybody looked to se ...

want to speak to me. Pay for your wine, and come out. Who's this man?” Miss Pross, shaking her ...

condescension and patronage than he could have shown if their relative merits and positions had been r ...

prison of the Conciergerie while I was contemplating the walls, an hour or more ago. You have a face ...

imploring him to do no hurt to Solomon, there was a braced purpose in the arm and a kind of inspiration ...

presence of mind, he commanded himself, and was silently attentive. “Now, I trust,” said Sydney to him, ...

to be beaten. Have you followed my hand, Mr. Barsad?” “Not to understand your play,” returned the spy, ...

composure. “Do you play?” “I think, sir,” said the spy, in the meanest manner, as he turned to Mr. Lorry, “I ma ...

“No. Foreign!” cried Carton, striking his open hand on the table, as a light broke clearly on his mind. ...

more knows it.” “How do you know it?” “What's that to you? Ecod!” growled Mr. Cruncher, “it's you I ha ...

swear my way through stone walls, and so can others. Now, what do you want with me?” “Not very much. Yo ...

IX. The Game Made While Sydney Carton and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking ...

Cruncher, or leastways wos in the Old England times, and would be to-morrow, if cause given, a floppin' again ...

from the dark room. “Adieu, Mr. Barsad,” said the former; “our arrangement thus made, you have nothing ...

hope? She must be very desolate to-night.” “I am going now, directly.” “I am glad of that. She has su ...

“A solitary old bachelor,” answered Mr. Lorry, shaking his head. “There is nobody to weep for me.” “How can ...

“Yes, unhappily.” “I shall be there, but only as one of the crowd. My Spy will find a place for me. Take ...

“But go and see that droll dog,” the little man persisted, calling after him. “And take a pipe with ...

victims then awaiting their doom in the prisons, and still of to-morrow's and to- morrow's, the chain of ...