1 My memory is circumstantial and unshaken.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER X. The Substance of the Shadow 2 My memory is still accurate, but I cannot write the words of our conversation.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER X. The Substance of the Shadow 3 As if his memory were impaired, or his faculties disordered, the prisoner made an effort to rally his attention.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XIII. Fifty-two 4 There is no confusion or failure in my memory; it can recall, and could detail, every word that was ever spoken between me and those brothers.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER X. The Substance of the Shadow 5 Jacques," returned Defarge, drawing himself up, "if madame my wife undertook to keep the register in her memory alone, she would not lose a word of it--not a syllable of it.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XV. Knitting 6 Defarge, a weak minority, interposed a few words for the memory of the compassionate wife of the Marquis; but only elicited from his own wife a repetition of her last reply.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XII. Darkness 7 Little need, in presence of that tribunal and that auditory, to show how the Defarges had not made the paper public, with the other captured Bastille memorials borne in procession, and had kept it, biding their time.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER X. The Substance of the Shadow 8 He stuck the paper on a file, in an ill-humour, and Charles Darnay awaited his further pleasure for half an hour: sometimes, pacing to and fro in the strong arched room: sometimes, resting on a stone seat: in either case detained to be imprinted on the memory of the chief and his subordinates.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER I. In Secret 9 On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves of four months had rolled over the trial for treason, and carried it, as to the public interest and memory, far out to sea, Mr. Jarvis Lorry walked along the sunny streets from Clerkenwell where he lived, on his way to dine with the Doctor.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 10 Seven prisoners released, seven gory heads on pikes, the keys of the accursed fortress of the eight strong towers, some discovered letters and other memorials of prisoners of old time, long dead of broken hearts,--such, and such--like, the loudly echoing footsteps of Saint Antoine escort through the Paris streets in mid-July, one thousand seven hundred and eighty-nine.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps 11 I know from terrible warnings I have noted in myself that my reason will not long remain unimpaired, but I solemnly declare that I am at this time in the possession of my right mind--that my memory is exact and circumstantial--and that I write the truth as I shall answer for these my last recorded words, whether they be ever read by men or not, at the Eternal Judgment-seat.
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