1 But the face was in the main one face, and every head was prematurely white.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER III. The Night Shadows 2 He had a white beard, raggedly cut, but not very long, a hollow face, and exceedingly bright eyes.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 3 His hands released her as he uttered this cry, and went up to his white hair, which they tore in a frenzy.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 4 His cold white head mingled with her radiant hair, which warmed and lighted it as though it were the light of Freedom shining on him.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 5 But, from the hour when she had taken the white head to her fresh young bosom in the garret of Saint Antoine, she had been true to her duties.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER V. The Wood-Sawyer 6 The curtains were long and white, and some of the thunder-gusts that whirled into the corner, caught them up to the ceiling, and waved them like spectral wings.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 7 Having abundance of time for his usual methodical toilette, Mr. Lorry presented himself at the breakfast-hour in his usual white linen, and with his usual neat leg.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIX. An Opinion 8 All things, however, were in their places; all was quiet; and he lay asleep, his white hair picturesque on the untroubled pillow, and his hands lying quiet on the coverlet.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XVII. One Night 9 As it passed, leaving Lucie frightened and bewildered in the doorway of the wood-sawyer's house, the feathery snow fell as quietly and lay as white and soft, as if it had never been.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER V. The Wood-Sawyer 10 His streaming white hair, his remarkable face, and the impetuous confidence of his manner, as he put the weapons aside like water, carried him in an instant to the heart of the concourse at the stone.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER II. The Grindstone 11 His linen, though not of a fineness in accordance with his stockings, was as white as the tops of the waves that broke upon the neighbouring beach, or the specks of sail that glinted in the sunlight far at sea.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER IV. The Preparation 12 Early as it was, on the windy March morning, the room in which he lay abed was already scrubbed throughout; and between the cups and saucers arranged for breakfast, and the lumbering deal table, a very clean white cloth was spread.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER I. Five Years Later 13 The hollowness and thinness of his face would have caused them to look large, under his yet dark eyebrows and his confused white hair, though they had been really otherwise; but, they were naturally large, and looked unnaturally so.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 14 Depressed and slinking though they were, eyes of fire were not wanting among them; nor compressed lips, white with what they suppressed; nor foreheads knitted into the likeness of the gallows-rope they mused about enduring, or inflicting.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER V. The Wine-shop 15 They returned home to breakfast, and all went well, and in due course the golden hair that had mingled with the poor shoemaker's white locks in the Paris garret, were mingled with them again in the morning sunlight, on the threshold of the door at parting.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XVIII. Nine Days 16 They were consigned to me, with him, at the-- He dropped his voice, there was a flutter among the military lanterns, and one of them being handed into the coach by an arm in uniform, the eyes connected with the arm looked, not an every day or an every night look, at monsieur with the white head.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 1: CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker 17 On the crowd's opening the coach doors, the one mourner scuffled out by himself and was in their hands for a moment; but he was so alert, and made such good use of his time, that in another moment he was scouring away up a bye-street, after shedding his cloak, hat, long hatband, white pocket-handkerchief, and other symbolical tears.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIV. The Honest Tradesman Your search result possibly is over 17 sentences. If you upgrade to a VIP account, you will see up to 500 sentences for one search.