1 The whole town seemed to be frying in oil.
2 The Bank offered no violence to the wholesome monotony of the town.
3 Mr. Bounderby knew it was somewhere down town, but knew no more respecting it.
4 He meant to be clear of the town very early; before the Hands were in the streets.
5 Day was shining radiantly upon the town then, and the bells were going for the morning work.
6 All the public inscriptions in the town were painted alike, in severe characters of black and white.
7 Fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the material aspect of the town; fact, fact, fact, everywhere in the immaterial.
8 The town was as entirely deserted as if the inhabitants had abandoned it, rather than hold communication with him.
9 You only knew the town was there, because you knew there could have been no such sulky blotch upon the prospect without a town.
10 It was a town of machinery and tall chimneys, out of which interminable serpents of smoke trailed themselves for ever and ever, and never got uncoiled.
11 He bowed himself out; and Mrs. Sparsit, hiding in the window curtain, saw him languishing down the street on the shady side of the way, observed of all the town.
12 He had reached the neutral ground upon the outskirts of the town, which was neither town nor country, and yet was either spoiled, when his ears were invaded by the sound of music.
13 And he said, This schoolroom is an immense town, and in it there are a million of inhabitants, and only five-and-twenty are starved to death in the streets, in the course of a year.
14 It was a town of red brick, or of brick that would have been red if the smoke and ashes had allowed it; but as matters stood, it was a town of unnatural red and black like the painted face of a savage.
15 Then he asked me to fetch some of the stuff he used, for the little hurt he had had, and to get it at the best place, which was at the other end of town from there; and then, after kissing me again, he let me go.
16 You had better tell us at once, that that fellow Slackbridge is not in the town, stirring up the people to mutiny; and that he is not a regular qualified leader of the people: that is, a most confounded scoundrel.
17 She was too sprightly to allow of their walking at a slow pace on her account, but she was very grateful to be talked to, and very willing to talk to any extent: so, when they came to their part of the town, she was more brisk and vivacious than ever.
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