1 The drum's was the only voice in Saint Antoine that blood and hurry had not changed.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises 2 Alarm-bells ringing, drums beating, the sea raging and thundering on its new beach, the attack began.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps 3 The Vengeance stooped, and the jar of a drum was heard as she moved it at her feet behind the counter.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises 4 Saint Antoine slept, the Defarges slept: even The Vengeance slept with her starved grocer, and the drum was at rest.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises 5 The prisoner walked to and fro in his cell, counting its measurement, and the roar of the city arose like muffled drums with a wild swell of voices added to them.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER I. In Secret 6 Darkness closed around, and then came the ringing of church bells and the distant beating of the military drums in the Palace Courtyard, as the women sat knitting, knitting.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XVI. Still Knitting 7 The Vengeance, as custodian of the drum, could have wakened him up and had the same speech out of him as before the Bastille fell, or old Foulon was seized; not so with the hoarse tones of the men and women in Saint Antoine's bosom.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises 8 Another darkness was closing in as surely, when the church bells, then ringing pleasantly in many an airy steeple over France, should be melted into thundering cannon; when the military drums should be beating to drown a wretched voice, that night all potent as the voice of Power and Plenty, Freedom and Life.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XVI. Still Knitting 9 Instantly Madame Defarge's knife was in her girdle; the drum was beating in the streets, as if it and a drummer had flown together by magic; and The Vengeance, uttering terrific shrieks, and flinging her arms about her head like all the forty Furies at once, was tearing from house to house, rousing the women.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises 10 With such scraps tossing and rolling upward from the depths of his mind, the prisoner walked faster and faster, obstinately counting and counting; and the roar of the city changed to this extent--that it still rolled in like muffled drums, but with the wail of voices that he knew, in the swell that rose above them.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER I. In Secret