1 "Let him come out too," said Solomon.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII. A Hand at Cards 2 John Barsad, or Solomon Pross, walked at his side.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII. A Hand at Cards 3 We must hold up our heads and fight low, as my brother Solomon used to say.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VII. A Knock at the Door 4 Then hold your meddlesome tongue," said Solomon, "and come out, if you want to speak to me.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII. A Hand at Cards 5 Far rather would I never see you again, dear Solomon, though I have ever loved you truly, and ever shall.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII. A Hand at Cards 6 If you expect me to be surprised," said her brother Solomon, "I am not surprised; I knew you were here; I know of most people who are here.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII. A Hand at Cards 7 As she did so, Solomon turned to the followers of the Good Republican Brutus of Antiquity, and offered a few words of explanation in the French language, which caused them all to relapse into their former places and pursuits.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII. A Hand at Cards 8 They were ready to go to church; the beautiful bride, Mr. Lorry, and Miss Pross--to whom the event, through a gradual process of reconcilement to the inevitable, would have been one of absolute bliss, but for the yet lingering consideration that her brother Solomon should have been the bridegroom.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XVIII. Nine Days 9 Here again: Mr. Lorry's inquiries into Miss Pross's personal history had established the fact that her brother Solomon was a heartless scoundrel who had stripped her of everything she possessed, as a stake to speculate with, and had abandoned her in her poverty for evermore, with no touch of compunction.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 10 Miss Pross recalled soon afterwards, and to the end of her life remembered, that as she pressed her hands on Sydney's arm and looked up in his face, imploring him to do no hurt to Solomon, there was a braced purpose in the arm and a kind of inspiration in the eyes, which not only contradicted his light manner, but changed and raised the man.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VIII. A Hand at Cards 11 She and Jerry had beheld the coach start, had known who it was that Solomon brought, had passed some ten minutes in tortures of suspense, and were now concluding their arrangements to follow the coach, even as Madame Defarge, taking her way through the streets, now drew nearer and nearer to the else-deserted lodging in which they held their consultation.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XIV. The Knitting Done