23-10-16 THE HONEST TRADESMAN To the eyes of Mr. Jeremiah Cruncher, sitting on his stool in Fleet Street with his grisly urchin beside him, a vast number and variety of objects in movement were every day presented. Who could sit upon anything in Fleet Street...

23-10-16 THE FELLOW OF NO DELICACY If Sydney Carton ever shone anywhere, he certainly never shone in the house of Doctor Manette. He had been there often, during a whole year, and had always been the same moody and morose lounger there. When he cared to talk...

23-10-16 THE FELLOW OF DELICACY Mr. Stryver having made up his mind to that magnanimous bestowal of good fortune on the Doctors daughter, resolved to make her happiness known to her before he left town for the Long Vacation. After some mental debating of the...

23-10-16 A COMPANION PICTURE Sydney, said Mr. Stryver, on that selfsame night, or morning, to his jackal; mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you, Sydney had been working double tides that night, and the night before, and the night before t...

23-10-16 TWO PROMISES More months, to the number of twelve, had come and gone, and Mr. Charles Darnay was established in England as a higher teacher of the French language who was conversant with French literature. In this age, he would have been a Professor...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 9 The Gorgons Head IT was a heavy mass of building, that ch?ateau of Monsieur the Marquis, with a large stone court-yard before it, and two stone sweeps of staircase meeting in a stone terrace before the principal door. A stony business alto...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 8 Monseigneur in the Country A BEAUTIFUL landscape, with the corn bright in it, but not abundant. Patches of poor rye where corn should have been, patches of poor peas and beans, patches of most coarse vegetable substitutes for wheat. On ina...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 7 Monseigneur in Town MONSEIGNEUR, one of the great lords in power at the Court, held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris. Monseigneur was in his inner room, his sanctuary of sanctuaries, the Holiest of Holiests to the crow...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 6 Hundreds of People THE quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street-corner not far from Soho-square. On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had rolled over the trial for treason, and carried it,...

23-10-08 CHAPTER 5 The Jackal THOSE were drinking days, and moot men drank hard. So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits, that a moderate statement of the quantity of wine and punch which one man would swallow in the course of...