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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens
+
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+
+Title: A Tale of Two Cities
+       A story of the French Revolution
+
+	   Author: Charles Dickens
+
+
+The Period
+
+
+It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
+it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
+it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
+it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,
+it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
+we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,
+we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct
+the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present
+period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its
+being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree
+of comparison only.
+
+There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face,
+on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and
+a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France.  In both
+countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State
+preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were
+settled for ever.
+
+It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and
+seventy-five.  Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at
+that favoured period, as at this.  Mrs. Southcott had recently
+attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a
+prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime
+appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the
+swallowing up of London and Westminster.  Even the Cock-lane
+ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping
+out its messages, as the spirits of this very year last past
+(supernaturally deficient in originality) rapped out theirs.
+Mere messages in the earthly order of events had lately come to
+the English Crown and People, from a congress of British subjects
+in America:  which, strange to relate, have proved more important
+to the human race than any communications yet received through
+any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.
+
+France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than
+her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding
+smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it.
+Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained
+herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing
+a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with
+pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled
+down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks
+which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or
+sixty yards.  It is likely enough that, rooted in the woods of
+France and Norway, there were growing trees, when that sufferer
+was put to death, already marked by the Woodman, Fate, to come
+down and be sawn into boards, to make a certain movable framework
+with a sack and a knife in it, terrible in history.  It is likely
+enough that in the rough outhouses of some tillers of the heavy
+lands adjacent to Paris, there were sheltered from the weather
+that very day, rude carts, bespattered with rustic mire, snuffed
+about by pigs, and roosted in by poultry, which the Farmer, Death,
+had already set apart to be his tumbrils of the Revolution.
+But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly,
+work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with
+muffled tread:  the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion
+that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.
+
+In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protection
+to justify much national boasting.  Daring burglaries by armed
+men, and highway robberies, took place in the capital itself
+every night; families were publicly cautioned not to go out of
+town without removing their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses
+for security; the highwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in
+the light, and, being recognised and challenged by his fellow-
+tradesman whom he stopped in his character of "the Captain,"
+gallantly shot him through the head and rode away; the mail was
+waylaid by seven robbers, and the guard shot three dead, and then
+got shot dead himself by the other four, "in consequence of the
+failure of his ammunition:" after which the mail was robbed in
+peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor of London, was
+made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by one highwayman,
+who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all his
+retinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with their
+turnkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among
+them, loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off
+diamond crosses from the necks of noble lords at Court
+drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for
+contraband goods, and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the
+musketeers fired on the mob, and nobody thought any of these
+occurrences much out of the common way.  In the midst of them,
+the hangman, ever busy and ever worse than useless, was in
+constant requisition; now, stringing up long rows of miscellaneous
+criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday who had been
+taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in the hand at Newgate by
+the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door of Westminster Hall;
+to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer, and to-morrow of a
+wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boy of sixpence.
+
+All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in
+and close upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred
+and seventy-five.  Environed by them, while the Woodman and the
+Farmer worked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those
+other two of the plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough,
+and carried their divine rights with a high hand.  Thus did the
+year one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five conduct their
+Greatnesses, and myriads of small creatures--the creatures of this
+chronicle among the rest--along the roads that lay before them.
+
+
+
+II
+
+The Mail
+
+
+It was the Dover road that lay, on a Friday night late in November,
+before the first of the persons with whom this history has business.
+The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered
+up Shooter's Hill.  He walked up hill in the mire by the side of the
+mail, as the rest of the passengers did; not because they had the
+least relish for walking exercise, under the circumstances, but
+because the hill, and the harness, and the mud, and the mail, were
+all so heavy, that the horses had three times already come to a stop,
+besides once drawing the coach across the road, with the mutinous
+intent of taking it back to Blackheath.  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.
+
+With drooping heads and tremulous tails, they mashed their way
+through the thick mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles,
+as if they were falling to pieces at the larger joints.  As often
+as the driver rested them and brought them to a stand, with a
+wary "Wo-ho! so-ho-then!" the near leader violently shook his
+head and everything upon it--like an unusually emphatic horse,
+denying that the coach could be got up the hill.  Whenever the
+leader made this rattle, the passenger started, as a nervous
+passenger might, and was disturbed in mind.
+
+There was a steaming mist in all the hollows, and it had roamed
+in its forlornness up the hill, like an evil spirit, seeking rest
+and finding none.  A clammy and intensely cold mist, it made its
+slow way through the air in ripples that visibly followed and
+overspread one another, as the waves of an unwholesome sea might
+do.  It was dense enough to shut out everything from the light of
+the coach-lamps but these its own workings, and a few yards of
+road; and the reek of the labouring horses steamed into it, as if
+they had made it all.
+
+Two other passengers, besides the one, were plodding up the hill
+by the side of the mail.  All three were wrapped to the cheekbones
+and over the ears, and wore jack-boots.  Not one of the three
+could have said, from anything he saw, what either of the other
+two was like; and each was hidden under almost as many wrappers
+from the eyes of the mind, as from the eyes of the body, of his
+two companions.  In those days, travellers were very shy of being
+confidential on a short notice, for anybody on the road might be
+a robber or in league with robbers.  As to the latter, when every
+posting-house and ale-house could produce somebody in "the Captain's"
+pay, ranging from the landlord to the lowest stable non-descript,
+it was the likeliest thing upon the cards.  So the guard of the
+Dover mail thought to himself, that Friday night in November, one
+thousand seven hundred and seventy-five, lumbering up Shooter's
+Hill, as he stood on his own particular perch behind the mail,
+beating his feet, and keeping an eye and a hand on the arm-chest
+before him, where a loaded blunderbuss lay at the top of six or
+eight loaded horse-pistols, deposited on a substratum of cutlass.
+
+The Dover mail was in its usual genial position that the guard
+suspected the passengers, the passengers suspected one another
+and the guard, they all suspected everybody else, and the coachman
+was sure of nothing but the horses; as to which cattle he could
+with a clear conscience have taken his oath on the two Testaments
+that they were not fit for the journey.
+
+"Wo-ho!" said the coachman.  "So, then!  One more pull and you're
+at the top and be damned to you, for I have had trouble enough to
+get you to it!--Joe!"
+
+"Halloa!" the guard replied.
+
+"What o'clock do you make it, Joe?"
+
+"Ten minutes, good, past eleven."