1 "Worth no more than that," repeated Mr. Cruncher.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 2 He resented Mrs. Cruncher's saying grace with particular animosity.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 3 Mr. Cruncher's temper was not at all improved when he came to his breakfast.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 4 Mr. Cruncher reposed under a patchwork counterpane, like a Harlequin at home.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 5 Mr. Cruncher had by this time taken quite a lunch of rust off his fingers in his following of the evidence.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER III. A Disappointment 6 Mr. Cruncher's attention was here diverted to the door-keeper, whom he saw making his way to Mr. Lorry, with the note in his hand.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER II. A Sight 7 On this post of his, Mr. Cruncher was as well known to Fleet-street and the Temple, as the Bar itself,--and was almost as in-looking.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 8 After some delay and demur, the door grudgingly turned on its hinges a very little way, and allowed Mr. Jerry Cruncher to squeeze himself into court.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER II. A Sight 9 Mr. Cruncher's apartments were not in a savoury neighbourhood, and were but two in number, even if a closet with a single pane of glass in it might be counted as one.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 10 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.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIV. The Honest Tradesman 11 The scene was Mr. Cruncher's private lodging in Hanging-sword-alley, Whitefriars: the time, half-past seven of the clock on a windy March morning, Anno Domini seventeen hundred and eighty.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 12 His surname was Cruncher, and on the youthful occasion of his renouncing by proxy the works of darkness, in the easterly parish church of Hounsditch, he had received the added appellation of Jerry.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 13 With his straw in his mouth, Mr. Cruncher sat watching the two streams, like the heathen rustic who has for several centuries been on duty watching one stream--saving that Jerry had no expectation of their ever running dry.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIV. The Honest Tradesman 14 Exceedingly red-eyed and grim, as if he had been up all night at a party which had taken anything but a convivial turn, Jerry Cruncher worried his breakfast rather than ate it, growling over it like any four-footed inmate of a menagerie.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 15 It was a very muddy boot, and may introduce the odd circumstance connected with Mr. Cruncher's domestic economy, that, whereas he often came home after banking hours with clean boots, he often got up next morning to find the same boots covered with clay.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 16 Mr. Stryver then called his few witnesses, and Mr. Cruncher had next to attend while Mr. Attorney-General turned the whole suit of clothes Mr. Stryver had fitted on the jury, inside out; showing how Barsad and Cly were even a hundred times better than he had thought them, and the prisoner a hundred times worse.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER III. A Disappointment 17 Mr. Lorry sat at a table, among the gentlemen in wigs: not far from a wigged gentleman, the prisoner's counsel, who had a great bundle of papers before him: and nearly opposite another wigged gentleman with his hands in his pockets, whose whole attention, when Mr. Cruncher looked at him then or afterwards, seemed to be concentrated on the ceiling of the court.
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