1 She looked at her watch, and it was twenty minutes past two.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XIV. The Knitting Done 2 We have been counting on your return these three or four days past.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER X. Two Promises 3 It's a gloomy thing, however, to talk about one's own past, with the day breaking.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER V. The Jackal 4 The patient was a woman of great beauty, and young; assuredly not much past twenty.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER X. The Substance of the Shadow 5 Jerry has been my bodyguard on Sunday nights for a long time past and I am used to him.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock 6 The hands of the clock verging upon the hour of closing the Bank, there was a general set of the current of talkers past Mr. Lorry's desk.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock 7 For some months past, Miss Pross and Mr. Cruncher had discharged the office of purveyors; the former carrying the money; the latter, the basket.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VII. A Knock at the Door 8 The old Sydney Carton of old Shrewsbury School," said Stryver, nodding his head over him as he reviewed him in the present and the past, "the old seesaw Sydney.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER V. The Jackal 9 The real Banking-house by Temple Bar, the real business of the past day, the real strong rooms, the real express sent after him, and the real message returned, would all be there.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER III. The Night Shadows 10 When this expression was upon him, he looked as if he were old; but when it was stirred and broken up--as it was now, in a moment, on his speaking to his daughter--he became a handsome man, not past the prime of life.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER II. A Sight 11 She was the golden thread that united him to a Past beyond his misery, and to a Present beyond his misery: and the sound of her voice, the light of her face, the touch of her hand, had a strong beneficial influence with him almost always.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER IV. Congratulatory 12 His way taking him past Tellson's, and he both banking at Tellson's and knowing Mr. Lorry as the intimate friend of the Manettes, it entered Mr. Stryver's mind to enter the bank, and reveal to Mr. Lorry the brightness of the Soho horizon.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XII. The Fellow of Delicacy 13 Through gloomy vaults where the light of day had never shone, past hideous doors of dark dens and cages, down cavernous flights of steps, and again up steep rugged ascents of stone and brick, more like dry waterfalls than staircases, Defarge, the turnkey, and Jacques Three, linked hand and arm, went with all the speed they could make.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps 14 So, he pushed open the door with the weak rattle in its throat, stumbled down the two steps, got past the two ancient cashiers, and shouldered himself into the musty back closet where Mr. Lorry sat at great books ruled for figures, with perpendicular iron bars to his window as if that were ruled for figures too, and everything under the clouds were a sum.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XII. The Fellow of Delicacy 15 When the foremost billows rolled past, bearing the prison officers with them, and threatening them all with instant death if any secret nook remained undisclosed, Defarge laid his strong hand on the breast of one of these men--a man with a grey head, who had a lighted torch in his hand--separated him from the rest, and got him between himself and the wall.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps