A Tale of Two Cities

Reins and whip and coachman and guard, however, in combination, had read that article of war which forbade a purpose otherwise strongly in favour of the argument, that some brute animals are endued with Reason; and the team had capitulated and returned to their duty. Only one soul was to be seen, and that was Madame Defarge—who leaned against the door-post, knitting, and saw nothing. The peril of an old servant and a good one, whose only crime was fidelity to himself and his family, stared him so reproachfully in the face, that, as he walked to and fro in the Temple considering what to do, he almost hid his face from the passersby. Several doors were opened in succession, and finally his own.