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     1.4 +The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens
     1.5 +
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    1.10 +
    1.11 +Title: A Tale of Two Cities
    1.12 +       A story of the French Revolution
    1.13 +
    1.14 +	   Author: Charles Dickens
    1.15 +
    1.16 +
    1.17 +The Period
    1.18 +
    1.19 +
    1.20 +It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
    1.21 +it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
    1.22 +it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
    1.23 +it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
    1.24 +it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
    1.25 +we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
    1.26 +we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct
    1.27 +the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present
    1.28 +period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its
    1.29 +being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree
    1.30 +of comparison only.
    1.31 +
    1.32 +There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face,
    1.33 +on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and
    1.34 +a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France.  In both
    1.35 +countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State
    1.36 +preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were
    1.37 +settled for ever.
    1.38 +
    1.39 +It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and
    1.40 +seventy-five.  Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at
    1.41 +that favoured period, as at this.  Mrs. Southcott had recently
    1.42 +attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a
    1.43 +prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime
    1.44 +appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the
    1.45 +swallowing up of London and Westminster.  Even the Cock-lane
    1.46 +ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping
    1.47 +out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past
    1.48 +(supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs.
    1.49 +Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to
    1.50 +the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects
    1.51 +in America:  which, strange to relate, have proved more important
    1.52 +to the human race than any communications yet received through
    1.53 +any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.
    1.54 +
    1.55 +France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than
    1.56 +her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding
    1.57 +smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it.
    1.58 +Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained
    1.59 +herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing
    1.60 +a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with
    1.61 +pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled
    1.62 +down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks
    1.63 +which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or
    1.64 +sixty yards.  It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of
    1.65 +France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer
    1.66 +was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come
    1.67 +down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework
    1.68 +with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history.  It is likely
    1.69 +enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy
    1.70 +lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather
    1.71 +that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed
    1.72 +about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death,
    1.73 +had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution.
    1.74 +But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly,
    1.75 +work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with
    1.76 +muffled tread:  the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion
    1.77 +that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.
    1.78 +
    1.79 +In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection
    1.80 +to justify much national boasting.  Daring burglaries by armed
    1.81 +men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself
    1.82 +every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of
    1.83 +town without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses
    1.84 +for security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in
    1.85 +the light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow-
    1.86 +tradesman whom he stopped in his character of "the Captain,"
    1.87 +gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mail was
    1.88 +waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then
    1.89 +got shot dead himself by the other four, "in consequence of the
    1.90 +failure of his ammunition:" after which the mail was robbed in
    1.91 +peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, was
    1.92 +made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman,
    1.93 +who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all his
    1.94 +retinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their
    1.95 +turnkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among
    1.96 +them, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off
    1.97 +diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Court
    1.98 +drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for
    1.99 +contraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the
   1.100 +musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these
   1.101 +occurrences much out of the common way.  In the midst of them,
   1.102 +the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in
   1.103 +constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous
   1.104 +criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been
   1.105 +taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by
   1.106 +the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall;
   1.107 +to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of a
   1.108 +wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.
   1.109 +
   1.110 +All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in
   1.111 +and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred
   1.112 +and seventy-five.  Environed by them, while the Woodman and the
   1.113 +Farmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those
   1.114 +other two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough,
   1.115 +and carried their divine rights with a high hand.  Thus did the
   1.116 +year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct their
   1.117 +Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures--the creatures of this
   1.118 +chronicle among the rest--along the roads that lay before them.
   1.119 +
   1.120 +
   1.121 +
   1.122 +II
   1.123 +
   1.124 +The Mail
   1.125 +
   1.126 +
   1.127 +It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November,
   1.128 +before the first of the persons with whom this history has business.
   1.129 +The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered
   1.130 +up Shooter's Hill.  He walked up hill in the mire by the side of the
   1.131 +mail, as the rest of the passengers did; not because they had the
   1.132 +least relish for walking exercise, under the circumstances, but
   1.133 +because the hill, and the harness, and the mud, and the mail, were
   1.134 +all so heavy, that the horses had three times already come to a stop,
   1.135 +besides once drawing the coach across the road, with the mutinous
   1.136 +intent of taking it back to Blackheath.  Reins and whip and coachman
   1.137 +and guard, however, in combination, had read that article of war
   1.138 +which forbade a purpose otherwise strongly in favour of the argument,
   1.139 +that some brute animals are endued with Reason; and the team had
   1.140 +capitulated and returned to their duty.
   1.141 +
   1.142 +With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way
   1.143 +through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles,
   1.144 +as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints.  As often
   1.145 +as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a
   1.146 +wary "Wo-ho! so-ho-then!" the near leader violently shook his
   1.147 +head and everything upon it--like an unusually emphatic horse,
   1.148 +denying that the coach could be got up the hill.  Whenever the
   1.149 +leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous
   1.150 +passenger might, and was disturbed in mind.
   1.151 +
   1.152 +There was a steaming mist in all the hollows, and it had roamed
   1.153 +in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking rest
   1.154 +and finding none.  A clammy and intensely cold mist, it made its
   1.155 +slow way through the air in ripples that visibly followed and
   1.156 +overspread one another, as the waves of an unwholesome sea might
   1.157 +do.  It was dense enough to shut out everything from the light of
   1.158 +the coach-lamps but these its own workings, and a few yards of
   1.159 +road; and the reek of the labouring horses steamed into it, as if
   1.160 +they had made it all.
   1.161 +
   1.162 +Two other passengers, besides the one, were plodding up the hill
   1.163 +by the side of the mail.  All three were wrapped to the cheekbones
   1.164 +and over the ears, and wore jack-boots.  Not one of the three
   1.165 +could have said, from anything he saw, what either of the other
   1.166 +two was like; and each was hidden under almost as many wrappers
   1.167 +from the eyes of the mind, as from the eyes of the body, of his
   1.168 +two companions.  In those days, travellers were very shy of being
   1.169 +confidential on a short notice, for anybody on the road might be
   1.170 +a robber or in league with robbers.  As to the latter, when every
   1.171 +posting-house and ale-house could produce somebody in "the Captain's"
   1.172 +pay, ranging from the landlord to the lowest stable non-descript,
   1.173 +it was the likeliest thing upon the cards.  So the guard of the
   1.174 +Dover mail thought to himself, that Friday night in November, one
   1.175 +thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter's
   1.176 +Hill, as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail,
   1.177 +beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest
   1.178 +before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or
   1.179 +eight loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass.
   1.180 +
   1.181 +The Dover mail was in its usual genial position that the guard
   1.182 +suspected the passengers, the passengers suspected one another
   1.183 +and the guard, they all suspected everybody else, and the coachman
   1.184 +was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could
   1.185 +with a clear conscience have taken his oath on the two Testaments
   1.186 +that they were not fit for the journey.
   1.187 +
   1.188 +"Wo-ho!" said the coachman.  "So, then!  One more pull and you're
   1.189 +at the top and be damned to you, for I have had trouble enough to
   1.190 +get you to it!--Joe!"
   1.191 +
   1.192 +"Halloa!" the guard replied.
   1.193 +
   1.194 +"What o'clock do you make it, Joe?"
   1.195 +
   1.196 +"Ten minutes, good, past eleven."