1 It was the close of the summer day, and he knew Lucie to be out with Miss Pross.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER X. Two Promises 2 Gradually, it subsided to a foot pace, swinging and lumbering upward among the many sweet scents of a summer night.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VIII. Monseigneur in the Country 3 I saw him then, messieurs," began the mender of roads, "a year ago this running summer, underneath the carriage of the Marquis, hanging by the chain.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XV. Knitting 4 It was again a summer day when, lately arrived in London from his college occupation, he turned into the quiet corner in Soho, bent on seeking an opportunity of opening his mind to Doctor Manette.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER X. Two Promises 5 Now, from the days when it was always summer in Eden, to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way--Charles Darnay's way--the way of the love of a woman.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER X. Two Promises 6 The summer light struck into the corner brilliantly in the earlier part of the day; but, when the streets grew hot, the corner was in shadow, though not in shadow so remote but that you could see beyond it into a glare of brightness.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 7 In all weathers, in the snow and frost of winter, in the bitter winds of spring, in the hot sunshine of summer, in the rains of autumn, and again in the snow and frost of winter, Lucie passed two hours of every day at this place; and every day on leaving it, she kissed the prison wall.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER V. The Wood-Sawyer 8 The sweet scents of the summer night rose all around him, and rose, as the rain falls, impartially, on the dusty, ragged, and toil-worn group at the fountain not far away; to whom the mender of roads, with the aid of the blue cap without which he was nothing, still enlarged upon his man like a spectre, as long as they could bear it.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VIII. Monseigneur in the Country 9 Sighs of the winds that blew over a little garden-tomb were mingled with them also, and both were audible to Lucie, in a hushed murmur--like the breathing of a summer sea asleep upon a sandy shore--as the little Lucie, comically studious at the task of the morning, or dressing a doll at her mother's footstool, chattered in the tongues of the Two Cities that were blended in her life.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps