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Book the Third, Chapter Fifteen: The Footsteps Die Out Forever

“‘It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.’”

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Book the Third, Chapter Fourteen: The Knitting Done

“As the smoke cleared, leaving an awful stillness, it passed out on the air, like the soul of the furious woman whose body lay lifeless on the ground.”

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Book the Third, Chapter Seven: A Knock at the Door

“He took the lamp in his hand, crossed the two intervening outer rooms, and opened it. A rude clattering of feet over the floor, and four rough men in red caps, armed with sabres and pistols, entered the room…. “‘I know you, Evremonde; I saw you before the Tribunal to-day. You are again the prisoner of the Republic.’”

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Book the Third, Chapter Thirteen: Fifty-two

“Pressing his hand to his bewildered head, Darnay sat down at the table. Carton, with his right hand in his breast, stood close beside him. “‘Write exactly as I speak.’”

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Book the Second, Chapter Twenty-three: Fire Rises

“The mender of roads, and two hundred and fifty particular friends, stood with folded arms at the fountain, looking at the pillar of fire in the sky. ‘It must be forty feet high,’ said they, grimly; and never moved.”

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Book the Third, Chapter Eleven: Dusk

“He bent over the child, and laid her blooming cheek against his face. He put her gently from him, and looked at her unconscious mother. “‘Before I go,’ he said, and paused—‘I may kiss her?’”

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Book the Third, Chapter Four: Calm in Storm

“Among these terrors, and the brood belonging to them, the Doctor walked with a steady head: confident in his power, cautiously persistent in his end, never doubting that he would save Lucie’s husband at last.”

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Book the Third, Chapter Nine: The Game Made

“A few minutes brought them to Mr. Lorry’s destination. Carton left him there; but lingered at a little distance, and turned back to the gate again when it was shut, and touched it. He had heard of her going to the prison every day. ‘She came out here,’ he said, looking about him, ‘turned this way, must have trod on these stones often. Let me follow in her steps.’”