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A tale of two cities.pdf

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简介:本文档为《A tale of two citiespdf》,可适用于高等教育领域,主题内容包含ATALEOFTWOCITIESCharlesDickensELECBOOKCLASSICSThisfileisfreeforindividualu符等。

ATALEOFTWOCITIESCharlesDickensELECBOOKCLASSICSThisfileisfreeforindividualuseonlyItmustnotbealteredorresoldOrganisationswishingtouseitmustfirstobtainalicenceLowcostlicensesareavailableContactusthroughourwebsiteTheElectricBookCoTheElectricBookCompanyLtdCambridgeDrive,LondonSEAJ,UK()wwwelecbookcomELECBOOKCLASSICSebcCharlesDickens:ATaleOfTwoCitiesATALEOFTWOCITIESCharlesDickensATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsCONTENTS(Clickonnumbertogotochapter)BOOKTHEFIRST:RECALLEDTOLIFEChapterITHEPERIODChapterIITHEMAILChapterIIITHENIGHTSHADOWSChapterIVTHEPREPARATIONChapterVTHEWINESHOPChapterVITHESHOEMAKERBOOKTHESECOND:THEGOLDENTHREADChapterVIIFIVEYEARSLATERChapterVIIIASIGHTChapterIXADISSAPOINTMENTChapterXCONGRATULATORYChapterXITHEJACKALChapterXIIHUNDREDSOFPEOPLEChapterXIIIMONSEIGNEURINTOWNChapterXIVMONSEIGNEURINTHECOUNTRYChapterXVTHEGORGON’SHEADChapterXVITWOPROMISESChapterXVIIACOMPANIONPICTUREChapterXVIIITHEFELLOWOFDELICACYChapterXIXTHEFELLOWOFNODELICACYATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsChapterXXTHEHONESTTRADESMANChapterXXIKNITTINGChapterXXIISTILLKNITTINGChapterXXIIIONENIGHTChapterXXIVNINEDAYSChapterXXVANOPINIONChapterXXVIAPLEAChapterXXVIIECHOINGFOOTSTEPSChapterXXVIIITHESEASTILLRISESChapterXXIXFIRERISESChapterXXXDRAWNTOTHELOADSTONEROCKBOOKTHETHIRD:THETRACKOFASTORMChapterXXXIINSECRETChapterXXXIITHEGRINDSTONEChapterXXXIIITHESHADOWChapterXXXIVCALMINSTORMChapterXXXVTHEWOODSAWYERChapterXXXVITRIUMPHChapterXXXVIIAKNOCKATTHEDOORChapterXXXVIIIAHANDATCARDSChapterXXXIXTHEGAMEMADEChapterXLTHESUBSTANCEOFTHESHADOWChapterXLIDUSKATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsChapterXLIIDARKNESSChapterXLIIIFIFTYTWOChapterXLIVTHEKNITTINGDONEChapterXLVTHEFOOTSTEPSDIEOUTFOREVERATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsBOOKTHEFIRSTRECALLEDTOLIFEATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsChapterITHEPERIODtwasthebestoftimes,itwastheworstoftimes,itwastheageofwisdom,itwastheageoffoolishness,itwastheepochofbelief,itwastheepochofincredulity,itwastheseasonofLight,itwastheseasonofDarkness,itwasthespringofhope,itwasthewinterofdespair,wehadeverythingbeforeus,wehadnothingbeforeus,wewereallgoingdirecttoHeaven,wewereallgoingdirecttheotherwayinshort,theperiodwassofarlikethepresentperiod,thatsomeofitsnoisiestauthoritiesinsistedonitsbeingreceived,forgoodorforevil,inthesuperlativedegreeofcomparisononlyTherewereakingwithalargejawandaqueenwithaplainface,onthethroneofEnglandtherewereakingwithalargejawandaqueenwithafairface,onthethroneofFranceInbothcountriesitwasclearerthancrystaltothelordsoftheStatepreservesofloavesandfishes,thatthingsingeneralweresettledforeverItwastheyearofOurLordonethousandsevenhundredandseventyfiveSpiritualrevelationswereconcededtoEnglandatthatfavouredperiod,asatthisMrsSouthcotthadrecentlyattainedherfiveandtwentiethblessedbirthday,ofwhomapropheticprivateintheLifeGuardshadheraldedthesublimeappearancebyannouncingthatarrangementsweremadefortheswallowingupofLondonandWestminsterEventheCocklaneghosthadbeenlaidonlyarounddozenofyears,afterrappingoutIATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsitsmessages,asthespiritsofthisveryyearlastpast(supernaturallydeficientinoriginality)rappedouttheirsMeremessagesintheearthlyorderofeventshadlatelycometotheEnglishCrownandPeople,fromacongressofBritishsubjectsinAmerica:which,strangetorelate,haveprovedmoreimportanttothehumanracethananycommunicationsyetreceivedthroughanyofthechickensoftheCocklanebroodFrance,lessfavouredonthewholeastomattersspiritualthanhersisteroftheshieldandtrident,rolledwithexceedingsmoothnessdownhill,makingpapermoneyandspendingitUndertheguidanceofherChristianpastors,sheentertainedherself,besides,withsuchhumaneachievementsassentencingayouthtohavehishandscutoff,histonguetornoutwithpincers,andhisbodyburnedalive,becausehehadnotkneeleddownintheraintodohonourtoadirtyprocessionofmonkswhichpassedwithinhisview,atadistanceofsomefiftyorsixtyyardsItislikelyenoughthat,rootedinthewoodsofFranceandNorway,thereweregrowingtrees,whenthatsuffererwasputtodeath,alreadymarkedbytheWoodman,Fate,tocomedownandbesawnintoboards,tomakeacertainmovableframeworkwithasackandaknifeinit,terribleinhistoryItislikelyenoughthatintheroughouthousesofsometillersoftheheavylandsadjacenttoParis,therewereshelteredfromtheweatherthatveryday,rudecarts,bespatteredwithrusticmire,snuffedaboutbypigs,androostedinbypoultry,whichtheFarmer,Death,hadalreadysetaparttobehistumbrilsoftheRevolutionButthatWoodmanandthatFarmer,thoughtheyworkunceasingly,worksilently,andnooneheardthemastheywentaboutwithmuffledtread:therather,forasmuchastoentertainanysuspicionthattheywereawake,wasATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicstobeatheisticalandtraitorousInEngland,therewasscarcelyanamountoforderandprotectiontojustifymuchnationalboastingDaringburglariesbyarmedmen,andhighwayrobberies,tookplaceinthecapitalitselfeverynightfamilieswerepubliclycautionednottogooutoftownwithoutremovingtheirfurnituretoupholsterers’warehousesforsecuritythehighwaymaninthedarkwasaCitytradesmaninthelight,and,beingrecognisedandchallengedbyhisfellowtradesmanwhomhestoppedinhischaracterof“theCaptain,”gallantlyshothimthroughtheheadandrodeawaythemailwaswaylaidbysevenrobbers,andtheguardshotthreedead,andthengotshotdeadhimselfbytheotherfour,“inconsequenceofthefailureofhisammunition”:afterwhichthemailwasrobbedinpeacethatmagnificentpotentate,theLordMayorofLondon,wasmadetostandanddeliveronTurnhamGreen,byonehighwayman,whodespoiledtheillustriouscreatureinsightofallhisretinueprisonersinLondongaolsfoughtbattleswiththeirturnkeys,andthemajestyofthelawfiredblunderbussesinamongthem,loadedwithroundsofshotandballthievessnippedoffdiamondcrossesfromthenecksofnoblelordsatCourtdrawingroomsmusketeerswentintoStGiles’s,tosearchforcontrabandgoods,andthemobfiredonthemusketeers,andthemusketeersfiredonthemob,andnobodythoughtanyoftheseoccurrencesmuchoutofthecommonwayInthemidstofthem,thehangman,everbusyandeverworsethanuseless,wasinconstantrequisitionnow,stringinguplongrowsofmiscellaneouscriminalsnow,hangingahousebreakeronSaturdaywhohadbeentakenonTuesdaynow,burningpeopleinthehandatNewgatebythedozen,andnowburningpamphletsatthedoorofATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsWestminsterHalltoday,takingthelifeofanatrociousmurderer,andtomorrowofawretchedpilfererwhohadrobbedafarmer’sboyofsixpenceAllthesethings,andathousandlikethem,cametopassinandcloseuponthedearoldyearonethousandsevenhundredandseventyfiveEnvironedbythem,whiletheWoodmanandtheFarmerworkedunheeded,thosetwoofthelargejaws,andthoseothertwooftheplainandthefairfaces,trodwithstirenough,andcarriedtheirdivinerightswithahighhandThusdidtheyearonethousandsevenhundredandseventyfiveconductthereGreatnesses,andmyriadsofsmallcreaturesthecreaturesofthischronicleamongtherestalongtheroadsthatlaybeforethemATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsChapterIITHEMAILtwastheDoverroadthatlay,onaFridaynightlateinNovember,beforethefirstofthepersonswithwhomthishistoryhasbusinessTheDoverroadlay,astohim,beyondtheDovermail,asitlumberedupShooter’sHillHewalkeduphillinthemirebythesideofthemail,astherestofthepassengersdidnotbecausetheyhadtheleastrelishforwalkingexercise,underthecircumstances,butbecausethehill,andtheharness,andthemud,andthemail,wereallsoheavy,thatthehorseshadthreetimesalreadycometoastop,besidesoncedrawingthecoachacrosstheroad,withthemutinousintentoftakingitbacktoBlackheathReinsandwhipandcoachmanandguard,however,incombination,hadreadthatarticleofwarwhichforbadeapurposeotherwisestronglyinfavouroftheargument,thatsomebruteanimalsareenduedwithReasonandtheteamhadcapitulatedandreturnedtotheirdutyWithdroopingheadsandtremuloustails,theymashedtheirwaythroughthethickmud,flounderingandstumblingbetweenwhiles,asiftheywerefallingtopiecesatthelargerjointsAsoftenasthedriverrestedthemandbroughtthemtoastand,withawary“Woho!sohothen!”thenearleaderviolentlyshookhisheadandeverythinguponitlikeanunusuallyemphatichorse,denyingthatthecoachcouldbegotupthehillWhenevertheleadermadethisrattle,thepassengerstarted,asanervouspassengermight,andwasdisturbedinmindIATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsTherewasasteamingmistinallthehollows,andithadroamedinitsforlornnessupthehill,likeanevilspirit,seekingrestandfindingnoneAclammyandintenselycoldmist,itmadeitsslowwaythroughtheairinripplesthatvisiblyfollowedandoverspreadoneanother,asthewavesofanunwholesomeseamightdoItwasdenseenoughtoshutouteverythingfromthelightofthecoachlampsbuttheseitsownworkingsandafewyardsofroadandthereekofthelabouringhorsessteamedintoit,asiftheyhadmadeitallTwootherpassengers,besidestheone,wereploddingupthehillbythesideofthemailAllthreewerewrappedtothecheekbonesandovertheears,andworejackbootsNotoneofthethreecouldhavesaid,fromanythinghesaw,whateitheroftheothertwowaslikeandeachwashiddenunderalmostasmanywrappersfromtheeyesofthemind,asfromtheeyesofthebody,ofhistwocompanionsInthosedays,travellerswereveryshyofbeingconfidentialonashortnotice,foranybodyontheroadmightbearobberorinleaguewithrobbersAstothelatter,wheneverypostinghouseandalehousecouldproducesomebodyin“theCaptain’s”pay,rangingfromthelandlordtotheloweststablenondescript,itwasthelikeliestthinguponthecardsSotheguardoftheDovermailthoughttohimself,thatFridaynightinNovember,onethousandsevenhundredandseventyfive,lumberingupShooter’sHill,ashestoodonhisownparticularperchbehindthemail,beatinghisfeet,andkeepinganeyeandahandonthearmchestbeforehim,wherealoadedblunderbusslayatthetopofsixoreightloadedhorsepistols,depositedonasubstratumofcutlassTheDovermailwasinitsusualgenialpositionthattheguardATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicssuspectedthepassengers,thepassengerssuspectedoneanotherandtheguard,theyallsuspectedeverybodyelse,andthecoachmanwassureofnothingbutthehorsesastowhichcattlehecouldwithaclearconsciencehavetakenhisoathonthetwoTestamentsthattheywerenotfitforthejourney“Woho!”saidthecoachman“So,then!Onemorepullandyou’reatthetopandbedamnedtoyou,forIhavehadtroubleenoughtogetyoutoit!Joe!”“Halloa!”theguardreplied“Whato’clockdoyoumakeit,Joe”“Tenminutes,good,pasteleven”“Myblood!”ejaculatedthevexedcoachman,“andnotatopofShooter’syet!Tst!Yah!Getonwithyou!”Theemphatichorse,cutshortbythewhipinamostdecidednegative,madeadecidedscrambleforit,andthethreeotherhorsesfollowedsuitOncemore,theDovermailstruggledon,withthejackbootsofitspassengerssquashingalongbyitssideTheyhadstoppedwhenthecoachstopped,andtheykeptclosecompanywithitIfanyoneofthethreehadhadthehardihoodtoproposetoanothertowalkonalittleaheadintothemistanddarkness,hewouldhaveputhimselfinafairwayofgettingshotinstantlyasahighwaymanThelastburstcarriedthemailtothesummitofthehillThehorsesstoppedtobreatheagain,andtheguardgotdowntoskidthewheelforthedescent,andopenthecoachdoortoletthepassengersin“Tst!Joe!”criedthecoachmaninawarningvoice,lookingdownfromhisbox“Whatdoyousay,Tom”ATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsTheybothlistened“Isayahorseatacantercomingup,Joe”“Isayahorseatagallop,Tom,”returnedtheguard,leavinghisholdofthedoor,andmountingnimblytohisplace“Gentlemen!IntheKing’sname,allofyou!”Withthishurriedadjuration,hecockedhisblunderbuss,andstoodontheoffensiveThepassengerbookedbythishistory,wasonthecoachstep,gettingintheothertwopassengerswereclosebehindhim,andabouttofollowHeremainedonthestep,halfinthecoachandhalfoutofittheyremainedintheroadbelowhimTheyalllookedfromthecoachmantotheguard,andfromtheguardtothecoachman,andlistenedThecoachmanlookedbackandtheguardlookedback,andeventheemphaticleaderprickeduphisearsandlookedback,withoutcontradictingThestillnessconsequentonthecessationoftherumblingandlabouringofthecoach,addedtothestillnessofthenight,madeitveryquietindeedThepantingofthehorsescommunicatedatremulousmotiontothecoach,asifitwereinastateofagitationTheheartsofthepassengersbeatloudenoughperhapstobeheardbutatanyrate,thequietpausewasaudiblyexpressiveofpeopleoutofbreath,andholdingthebreath,andhavingthepulsesquickenedbyexpectationThesoundofahorseatagallopcamefastandfuriouslyupthehill“Soho!”theguardsangout,asloudashecouldroar“Yothere!Stand!Ishallfire!”Thepacewassuddenlychecked,and,withmuchsplashingandfloundering,aman’svoicecalledfromthemist,“IsthattheDoverATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickensElecBookClassicsmail”“Neveryoumindwhatitis,”theguardretorted“Whatareyou”“IsthattheDovermail”“Whydoyouwanttoknow”“Iwantapassenger,ifitis”“Whatpassenger”“MrJarvisLorry”OurbookedpassengershowedinamomentthatitwashisnameTheguard,thecoachman,andthetwootherpassengerseyedhimdistrustfully“Keepwhereyouare,”theguardcalledtothevoiceinthemist,“because,ifIshouldmakeamistake,itcouldneverbesetrightinyourlifetimeGentlemanofthenameofLorryanswerstraight”“Whatisthematter”askedthepassenger,then,withmildlyquaveringspeech“WhowantsmeIsitJerry”(“Idon’tlikeJerry’svoice,ifitisJerry,”growledtheguardtohimself“He’shoarserthansuitsme,isJerry”)“Yes,MrLorry”“Whatisthematter”“AdespatchsentafteryoufromoveryonderTandCo”“Iknowthismessenger,guard,”saidMrLorry,gettingdownintotheroad,assistedfrombehindmoreswiftlythanpolitelybytheothertwopassengers,whoimmediatelyscrambledintothecoach,shutthedoor,andpulledupthewindow“Hemaycomeclosethere’snothingwrong”“Ihopethereain’t,butcan’tmakeso’Nationsureofthat,”saidtheguard,ingruffsoliloquy“Halloyou!”“Well!Andhalloyou!”saidJerry,morehoarselythanbeforeATaleofTwoCitiesCharlesDickens

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