A COMPANION PICTURESydney,” said Mr. Stryver, on that selfsame night, or morning, to his jackal; mix another bowl of punch; I have something to ...
THE FELLOW OF DELICACYMr. Stryver having made up his mind to that magnanimous bestowal of good fortune on the Doctor’s daughter, resolved to mak...
THE FELLOW OF NO DELICACYIf Sydney Carton ever shone anywhere, he certainly never shone in the house of Doctor Manette. He had been there often, durin...
THE HONEST TRADESMANTo the eyes of Mr. Jeremiah Cruncher, sitting on his stool in Fleet Street with his grisly urchin beside him, a vast number and va...
KNITTINGThere had been earlier drinking than usual in the wine- shop of Monsieur Defarge. As early as six o’clock in the morning, sallow faces p...
STILL KNITTINGMadame Defarge and monsieur her husband returned amicably to the bosom of Saint Antoine, while a speck in a blue cap toiled through the ...
ONE NIGHTNever did the sun go down with a brighter glory on the quiet corner in Soho, than one memorable evening when the Doctor and his daughter sat ...
NINE DAYSThe marriage-day was shining brightly, and they were ready outside the closed door of the Doctor’s room, where he was speaking with Cha...
AN OPINIONWorn out by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post. On the tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the shining of the...
A PLEAWhen the newly-married pair came home, the first person who appeared, to offer his congratulations, was Sydney Carton. They had not been at home...