1 "Every drop, Jacques," answered Monsieur Defarge.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop 2 There are large drops of rain falling, and they made me start.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 3 A large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop 4 The shoe dropped to the ground, and he sat looking fixedly at the questioner.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 5 He had gradually dropped to the floor, and lay there in a lethargy, worn out.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 6 Rain was really falling in large drops, and he showed the back of his hand with rain-drops on it.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 7 This time, a pair of haggard eyes had looked at the questioner, before the face had dropped again.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 8 Completing his resemblance to a man who was sitting for his portrait, Mr. Lorry dropped off to sleep.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER IV. The Preparation 9 The moment Madame Defarge took up the rose, the customers ceased talking, and began gradually to drop out of the wine-shop.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XVI. Still Knitting 10 His head and throat were bare, and, as he spoke with a helpless look straying all around, he took his coat off, and let it drop on the floor.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XII. Darkness 11 Hunger rattled its dry bones among the roasting chestnuts in the turned cylinder; Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop 12 He had sunk in her arms, and his face dropped on her breast: a sight so touching, yet so terrible in the tremendous wrong and suffering which had gone before it, that the two beholders covered their faces.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 13 On their reaching the courtyard he instinctively altered his tread, as being in expectation of a drawbridge; and when there was no drawbridge, and he saw the carriage waiting in the open street, he dropped his daughter's hand and clasped his head again.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 14 Rounding his mouth and both his eyes, as he stepped backward from the table, the waiter shifted his napkin from his right arm to his left, dropped into a comfortable attitude, and stood surveying the guest while he ate and drank, as from an observatory or watchtower.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER IV. The Preparation 15 This, in combination with the lifting of her darkly defined eyebrows over her toothpick by the breadth of a line, suggested to her husband that he would do well to look round the shop among the customers, for any new customer who had dropped in while he stepped over the way.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop 16 Games at cards languished, players at dominoes musingly built towers with them, drinkers drew figures on the tables with spilt drops of wine, Madame Defarge herself picked out the pattern on her sleeve with her toothpick, and saw and heard something inaudible and invisible a long way off.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XV. Knitting 17 As a whirlpool of boiling waters has a centre point, so, all this raging circled round Defarge's wine-shop, and every human drop in the caldron had a tendency to be sucked towards the vortex where Defarge himself, already begrimed with gunpowder and sweat, issued orders, issued arms, thrust this man back, dragged this man forward, disarmed one to arm another, laboured and strove in the thickest of the uproar.
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