1 Over the chair they had thrown a red flag, and to the back of it they had bound a pike with a red cap on its top.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER VI. Triumph 2 One prisoner there was, he said, who had been discharged into the street free, but at whom a mistaken savage had thrust a pike as he passed out.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IV. Calm in Storm 3 On his house-top, he displayed pike and cap, as a good citizen must, and in a window he had stationed his saw inscribed as his "Little Sainte Guillotine"--for the great sharp female was by that time popularly canonised.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER V. The Wood-Sawyer 4 Saint Antoine wrote his crimes on flaring sheets of paper, seized him--would have torn him out of the breast of an army to bear Foulon company--set his head and heart on pikes, and carried the three spoils of the day, in Wolf-procession through the streets.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXII. The Sea Still Rises 5 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 6 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 7 Who gave them out, whence they last came, where they began, through what agency they crookedly quivered and jerked, scores at a time, over the heads of the crowd, like a kind of lightning, no eye in the throng could have told; but, muskets were being distributed--so were cartridges, powder, and ball, bars of iron and wood, knives, axes, pikes, every weapon that distracted ingenuity could discover or devise.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps