“No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Thus engaged, with her right elbow supported by her left hand, Madame Defarge said nothing when her lord came in, but coughed… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Commence,” was Monsieur Defarge’s not unreasonable reply, “at the commencement.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It is not often," said the second of the three, addressing Monsieur Defarge, "that many of these miserable beasts know the taste… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“How goes it, Jacques?" said one of these three to Monsieur Defarge. "Is all the spilt wine swallowed?" "Every drop, Jacques,” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
