No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark lay hidden in the dregs of it.

“Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the gen…”

“The memories which peaceful country scenes call up, are not of this world, nor …”

“the dreams of childhood - it's airy fables, its graceful, beautiful, humane, im…”

“The only difference between us and the professors of virtue or benevolence, or …”