1 They joined hands, and the man sat down on the heap of stones.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 2 She came out here," he said, looking about him, "turned this way, must have trod on these stones often.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IX. The Game Made 3 And yet he did care something for the streets that environed that house, and for the senseless stones that made their pavements.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIII. The Fellow of No Delicacy 4 Every stone of its inner wall was covered by inscriptions which had been carved by prisoners--dates, names, complaints, and prayers.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 5 People who could lay hold of nothing else, set themselves with bleeding hands to force stones and bricks out of their places in walls.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps 6 Upon a corner stone in an angle of the wall, one prisoner, who seemed to have gone to execution, had cut as his last work, three letters.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 7 The beach was a desert of heaps of sea and stones tumbling wildly about, and the sea did what it liked, and what it liked was destruction.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER IV. The Preparation 8 The wayfarer smoked his pipe out, put it in his breast, slipped off his great wooden shoes, and lay down on his back on the heap of stones.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 9 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 10 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 11 At length, on Sunday night when all the village is asleep, come soldiers, winding down from the prison, and their guns ring on the stones of the little street.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XV. Knitting 12 Such a man came upon him, like a ghost, at noon in the July weather, as he sat on his heap of stones under a bank, taking such shelter as he could get from a shower of hail.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 13 He and the mender of roads sat on the heap of stones looking silently at one another, with the hail driving in between them like a pigmy charge of bayonets, until the sky began to clear over the village.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 14 The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wine-shop, shattered like a walnut-shell.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop 15 When they arrived at the gateway where he had paused in the dark not many hours before, to picture to himself on which of the rough stones of the street her feet had trodden, he lifted her again, and carried her up the staircase to their rooms.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XI. Dusk 16 There was a change on the village where the fountain fell, and where the mender of roads went forth daily to hammer out of the stones on the highway such morsels of bread as might serve for patches to hold his poor ignorant soul and his poor reduced body together.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXIII. Fire Rises 17 The rough, irregular stones of the street, pointing every way, and designed, one might have thought, expressly to lame all living creatures that approached them, had dammed it into little pools; these were surrounded, each by its own jostling group or crowd, according to its size.
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