A KNOCK AT THE DOORI have saved him.” It was not another of the dreams in which he had often come back; he was really here. And yet his wife tre...
A HAND AT CARDSHappily unconscious of the new calamity at home, Miss Pross threaded her way along the narrow streets and crossed the river by the brid...
THE GAME MADEWhile Sydney Carton and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking so low that not a sound was heard, Mr. Lorry l...
THE SUBSTANCE OF THE SHADOWI Alexandre Manette, unfortunate physician, native of Beauvais, and afterwards resident in Paris—write this melanchol...
DUSKThe wretched wife of the innocent man thus doomed to die. Fell under the sentence, as if she had been mortally stricken. But, she uttered no sound...
DARKNESSSydney Carton paused in the street, not quite decided where to go. At Tellson’s banking-house at nine,” he said, with a musing fac...
FIFTY-TWOIn the black prison of the Conciergerie, the doomed of the day awaited their fate. They were in number as the weeks of the year. Fifty-two we...
THE KNITTING DONEIn that same juncture of time when the Fifty-Two awaited their fate, Madame Defarge held darkly ominous council with The Vengeance an...
THE FOOTSTEPS DIE OUT FOR EVERA long the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillo...
The last goodbyesAt that same hour in the early afternoon a coach going out of Paris drives up to the gates of the city.'Who goes there? Show us y...