1 Machinery slackened; throbbing feebly like a fainting pulse; stopped.
2 Let her take it from me, if you like, who have been run away from, myself.
3 They had been lectured at, from their tenderest years; coursed, like little hares.
4 Indeed, Thomas did not look at him, but gave himself up to be taken home like a machine.
5 A lawn and garden and an infant avenue, all ruled straight like a botanical account-book.
6 A man with a pervading appearance on him of being inflated like a balloon, and ready to start.
7 Coketown did not come out of its own furnaces, in all respects like gold that had stood the fire.
8 If you like, Thethilia, to be prentitht, you know the natur of the work and you know your companionth.
9 In the strength of his misfortune, and the energy of his distress, he fired for the moment like a proud man.
10 Yet there was a vague remembrance in his mind, as if he had more than once dreamed of some old woman like her.
11 I am as obstinate as one, I am more stupid than one, I get as much pleasure as one, and I should like to kick like one.
12 Time went on in Coketown like its own machinery: so much material wrought up, so much fuel consumed, so many powers worn out, so much money made.
13 The solitary exception was the New Church; a stuccoed edifice with a square steeple over the door, terminating in four short pinnacles like florid wooden legs.
14 But I must go, you know, whether I like it or not; and I had better go where I can take with me some advantage of your influence, than where I should lose it altogether.
15 He and some one hundred and forty other schoolmasters, had been lately turned at the same time, in the same factory, on the same principles, like so many pianoforte legs.
16 It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage.
17 It had a black canal in it, and a river that ran purple with ill-smelling dye, and vast piles of building full of windows where there was a rattling and a trembling all day long, and where the piston of the steam-engine worked monotonously up and down, like the head of an elephant in a state of melancholy madness.
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