1 That was well done to tie a bunch of grass upon his back.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises 2 Every green leaf, every blade of grass and blade of grain, was as shrivelled and poor as the miserable people.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 3 Otherwise, the place will be quickly forgotten, it will never be found when I am dead of the same malady, I shall be laid under some other heap of poor grass.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VIII. Monseigneur in the Country 4 East, West, North, and South, through the woods, four heavy-treading, unkempt figures crushed the high grass and cracked the branches, striding on cautiously to come together in the courtyard.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 5 The burial-place had got to the pass that its little heaps of poor grass were undistinguishable from one another; the figure on the Cross might have come down, for anything that could be seen of it.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER IX. The Gorgon's Head 6 All its people were poor, and many of them were sitting at their doors, shredding spare onions and the like for supper, while many were at the fountain, washing leaves, and grasses, and any such small yieldings of the earth that could be eaten.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VIII. Monseigneur in the Country 7 The traveller had travelled far, and his feet were footsore, and his ankles chafed and bleeding; his great shoes, stuffed with leaves and grass, had been heavy to drag over the many long leagues, and his clothes were chafed into holes, as he himself was into sores.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 8 Once, he went aloft, and the rope broke, and they caught him shrieking; twice, he went aloft, and the rope broke, and they caught him shrieking; then, the rope was merciful, and held him, and his head was soon upon a pike, with grass enough in the mouth for all Saint Antoine to dance at the sight of.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises