23-10-08 CHAPTER 4 Congratulatory FROM the dimly-lighted passages of the court, the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling there all day, was straining off, when Doctor Manette, Lucie Manette, his daughter, Mr. Lorry, the solicitor for the def...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 3 A Disappointment MR. ATTORNEY-GENERAL had to inform the jury, that the prisoner before them, though young in years, was old in the treasonable practices which claimed the forfeit of his life. That this correspondence with the public enemy...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 2 A Sight `YOU know the Old Bailey well, no doubt? said one of the oldest of clerks to Jerry the messenger. `Ye-es, sir, returned Jerry, in something of a dogged manner. `I do know the Bailey. `Just so. And you know Mr. Lorry. `I know Mr. Lo...

23-10-08 BOOK THE SECOND THE GOLDEN THREAD CHAPTER I Five Years Later TELLSONS 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-fa...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 6 The Shoemaker `GOOD DAY! said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at he white head that bent low over the shoemaking. It was raised for a moment, and a very faint voice responded to the salutation, as if it were at a distance: `Good day! `You a...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 5 The Wine-shop A LARGE cask of wine had been dropped and broken, street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 4 The Preparation WHEN the mail got successfully to Dover, in the course of the forenoon, the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach-door as his custom was. He did it with some flourish of ceremony, for a mail journey from Lo...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 3 The Night Shadows 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 enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clus...

23-10-08 CHAPTER II The Mail It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November, before the first of the persons with whom this history has business. The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered up Shooters Hill. He wa...

23-10-08 BOOK THE FIRST RECALLED TO LIFE CHAPTER 1 The Period 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 Ligh...