A Tale of Two Cities

by Charles Dickens

pillory,

inflicted a punishment of which no one could foresee the extent;

whipping-post, another dear old institution, very humanising and softening to behold in action; also, for extens...

m...

"Whatever is is right;" an aphorism that would

that nothing that ever was, was wrong.

all the Old Bailey doors were well guarded—

doors by which the criminals got there, and those were always left wide open.

young man of about five-and-twenty, well-grown and well-looking, with a sunburnt cheek and a dark eye.

young gentleman.

showing the soul to be stronger than the sun.

self-possessed,

Charles Darnay

pleaded Not Guilty

indictment denoun...

that he was a false traitor to our serene, illustrious, excellent, and so forth, prince, our Lord the King, by reason of his having, on divers occasions, and by divers means and ways, a...

Charles Darnay,

being mentally hanged,

beheaded, and quartered, by everybody there,

court was all bestrewn with herbs and sprinkled with vinegar, as a precaution against gaol air and gaol fever.

two figures, a young lady of little more than twenty, and a gentleman who was evidently her father;

of a person who was beyond fear

there never more could be, for them or theirs, any laying of heads upon pillows at all, unless the prisoner's head was taken off.

John Barsad,

virtuous servant, Roger Cly, swore his way through the case at a great rate. He had taken service with the prisoner,

Mr. Attorney-General called Mr. Jarvis Lorry.

The prisoner was so good as to beg permission to advise me how I could shelter my father from the wind and weather, better than I had done.

Mr. Stryver (the prisoner's counsel),

next to try Mr. Carton (name of my learned friend)

Mr. Carton's manner was so careless as to be almost insolent.

"AQUITTED."

'Recalled to Life,' again," muttered Jerry, as

"I should have known what you meant...

Doctor Manette, Lucie Manette, his daughter, Mr. Lorry, the solicitor for the defence, and its counsel, Mr. Stryver, stood gathered round Mr. Charles Darnay—just released—

Only his daughter had the power of charming this black brooding from his mind.

was the golden thread

Mr. Stryver, a man of little more than thirty, but looking twenty years older than he was, stout, loud, red, bluff, and free from any drawback of delicacy, had a pushing way of shouldering himself (morally and physically) into companies and conversations, that argued well for his shouldering his way up in life.

Mr. Carton's part in the day's proceedings;

Carton, who smelt of port wine, and did not appear to be quite sober,

"Do you feel,

that you belong to this terrestrial scheme again,

this disagreeable companion

he muttered, at his own image; "why should you particularly like a man who resembles you?

what you might have been!

would you have been looked at by those blue eyes as he was,

You hate the ...

Bacchanalian propensities; neither

Mr. Stryver had begun cautiously to hew away the lower staves of

the ladder on which he mounted.

florid countenance of Mr. Stryver might be daily seen, bursting out