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.

“Mr F.'s Aunt, who had eaten her pie with great solemnity, and who had been elab…”

“fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than cryst…”

“He's a rum dog. Don't he look fierce at any strange cove that laughs or sings w…”

“She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from…”