23-10-16 DRAWN TO THE LOADSTONE ROCK In such risings of fire and risings of seathe firm earth shaken by the rushes of an angry ocean which had now no ebb, but was always on the flow, higher and higher, to the terror and wonder of the beholders on the shoreth...

23-10-16 FIRE RISES There was a change on the village where the fountain fell, and where the mender of roads went forth daily to hammer out of the stones on the high way such morsels of bread as might serve for patches to hold his poor ignorant soul and his...

23-10-16 THE SEA STILL RISES Haggard Saint Antoine had only one exultant week in which to soften his modicum of hard and bitter bread to such extent as he could, with the relish of fraternal embraces and congratulations, when Madame Defarge sat at her counte...

23-10-16 ECHOING FOOTSTEPS A wonderful corner for echoes, it has been remarked, that corner where the Doctor lived. Ever busily winding the golden thread which bound her husband, and her father, and herself, and her old directress and companion, in a life of...

23-10-16 A PLEA When the newly-married pair came home, the first person who appeared, to offer his congratulations, was Sydney Carton. They had not been at home many hours, when he presented himself. He was not improved in habits, or in looks, or in manner;...

23-10-16 AN OPINION Worn out by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post. On the tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the shining of the sun into the room where a slumber had overtaken him when it was dark night. He rubbed his eyes an...

23-10-16 NINE DAYS The marriage-day was shining brightly, and they were ready outside the closed door of the Doctors room, where he was speaking with Charles Darnay. They were ready to go to church; the beautiful bride, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Prossto whom the e...

23-10-16 ONE NIGHT Never did the sun go down with a brighter glory on the quiet corner in Soho, than one memorable evening when the Doctor and his daughter sat under the plane-tree together. Never did the moon rise with a milder radiance over great London, t...

23-10-16 STILL KNITTING Madame Defarge and monsieur her husband returned amicably to the bosom of Saint Antoine, while a speck in a blue cap toiled through the darkness, and through the dust, and down the weary miles of avenue by the wayside, slowly tending...

23-10-16 KNITTING There had been earlier drinking than usual in the wine- shop of Monsieur Defarge. As early as six oclock in the morning, sallow faces peeping through its barred windows had descried other faces within, bending over measures of wine. Monsieu...