1 The hard uneven pavement is under us, the soft deep mud is on either side.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XIII. Fifty-two 2 At one of the theatre doors, there was a little girl with a mother, looking for a way across the street through the mud.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IX. The Game Made 3 The rider's horse was blown, and both horse and rider were covered with mud, from the hoofs of the horse to the hat of the man.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER II. The Mail 4 Sometimes, we strike into the skirting mud, to avoid the stones that clatter us and shake us; sometimes, we stick in ruts and sloughs there.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XIII. Fifty-two 5 The crippling stones of the pavement, with their many little reservoirs of mud and water, had no footways, but broke off abruptly at the doors.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop 6 With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER II. The Mail 7 Madame Defarge slightly waved her hand, to imply that she heard, and might be relied upon to arrive in good time, and so went through the mud, and round the corner of the prison wall.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XIV. The Knitting Done 8 A tall man in a nightcap had caught up a bundle from among the feet of the horses, and had laid it on the basement of the fountain, and was down in the mud and wet, howling over it like a wild animal.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VII. Monseigneur in Town 9 Jerry, left alone in the mist and darkness, dismounted meanwhile, not only to ease his spent horse, but to wipe the mud from his face, and shake the wet out of his hat-brim, which might be capable of holding about half a gallon.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER II. The Mail 10 There was no drainage to carry off the wine, and not only did it all get taken up, but so much mud got taken up along with it, that there might have been a scavenger in the street, if anybody acquainted with it could have believed in such a miraculous presence.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop