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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes index 69c721d..d7b82bc 100644 --- a/.gitattributes +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -2,4 +2,3 @@ *.htm text eol=lf *.html text eol=lf *.md text eol=lf - @@ -1,5 +1,4 @@ -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A TALE OF TWO CITIES *** - +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 98 *** A TALE OF TWO CITIES @@ -15903,4 +15902,4 @@ tell the child my story, with a tender and a faltering voice. “It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A TALE OF TWO CITIES *** +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 98 *** diff --git a/98-h/98-h.htm b/98-h/98-h.htm index 16b626e..49f3fa7 100644 --- a/98-h/98-h.htm +++ b/98-h/98-h.htm @@ -1,13 +1,12 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" -"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=utf-8" /> -<meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" /> -<title>The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens</title> - <style type="text/css"> +<meta charset="utf-8"> +<title>A Tale of Two Cities | Project Gutenberg</title> +<link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> - body { margin-left: 20%; margin-right: 20%; background:#faebd0; text-align:justify} + body { margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; text-align:justify} p { text-indent: 1em; margin-top: .25em; margin-bottom: .25em; } H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%; } hr { width: 50%; text-align: center;} @@ -28,47 +27,74 @@ p.letter {text-indent: 0%; a:link {color:blue; text-decoration:none} a:visited {color:blue; text-decoration:none} a:hover {color:red} +.h2, .h3, .h4, .h5 { + text-align: center; + display: block; + margin-left: 0; + margin-right: 0; + font-weight: bold; +} +.h2 { + font-size: 1.5em; + margin-top: 0.83em; + margin-bottom: 0.83em; +} +.h3 { + font-size: 1.17em; + margin-top: 1em; + margin-bottom: 1em; +} +.h4 { + font-size: 1em; + margin-top: 1.33em; + margin-bottom: 1.33em; +} +.h5 { + font-size: .83em; + margin-top: 1.67em; + margin-bottom: 1.67em; +} + </style> </head> <body> - <div style='margin-top:2em;margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A TALE OF TWO CITIES ***</div> - +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 98 ***</div> <h1> A TALE OF TWO CITIES </h1> - <h3> + <div class="h3"> A STORY OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION - </h3> + </div> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> - <h2 class="no-break"> + <div class="h2"> By Charles Dickens - </h2> + </div> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0403m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0403m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0403m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0403m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0403.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0404m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0404m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0404m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0404m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0404.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> - <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <h2>Contents</h2> -<table summary="" style=""> +<table> <tr> <td> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"><b>Book the First—Recalled to Life</b></a></td> @@ -95,7 +121,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} </tr> <tr> -<td> <a href="#link2H_4_0007">CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker</a><br /><br /></td> +<td> <a href="#link2H_4_0007">CHAPTER VI. The Shoemaker</a><br ><br ></td> </tr> <tr> @@ -195,7 +221,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} </tr> <tr> -<td> <a href="#link2H_4_0032">CHAPTER XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock</a><br /><br /></td> +<td> <a href="#link2H_4_0032">CHAPTER XXIV. Drawn to the Loadstone Rock</a><br ><br ></td> </tr> <tr> @@ -264,11 +290,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </table> - <hr /> + <hr > <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"></a> + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0001"></a> Book the First—Recalled to Life </h2> @@ -276,8 +302,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"></a> - CHAPTER I.<br />The Period + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0002"></a> + CHAPTER I.<br >The Period </h2> <p> It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of @@ -378,8 +404,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"></a> - CHAPTER II.<br />The Mail + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0003"></a> + CHAPTER II.<br >The Mail </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>t 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 @@ -583,11 +609,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0414m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0414m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0414m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0414m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div> <a href="images/0414.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> “Come on at a footpace! d’ye mind me? And if you’ve got holsters to that @@ -693,8 +719,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"></a> - CHAPTER III.<br />The Night Shadows + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0004"></a> + CHAPTER III.<br >The Night Shadows </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn @@ -908,8 +934,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"></a> - CHAPTER IV.<br />The Preparation + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0005"></a> + CHAPTER IV.<br >The Preparation </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>hen the mail got successfully to Dover, in the course of the forenoon, the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened the coach-door as his @@ -1496,8 +1522,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"></a> - CHAPTER V.<br />The Wine-shop + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0006"></a> + CHAPTER V.<br >The Wine-shop </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a cart; the cask had tumbled @@ -2019,8 +2045,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"></a> - CHAPTER VI.<br />The Shoemaker + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0007"></a> + CHAPTER VI.<br >The Shoemaker </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">G</span>ood day!” said Monsieur Defarge, looking down at the white head that bent low over the shoemaking. @@ -2323,11 +2349,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0442m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0442m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0442m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0442m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0442.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> But not for long. Releasing his arm, she laid her hand upon his shoulder. @@ -2608,7 +2634,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"></a> + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0008"></a> Book the Second—the Golden Thread </h2> @@ -2616,8 +2642,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"></a> - CHAPTER I.<br />Five Years Later + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0009"></a> + CHAPTER I.<br >Five Years Later </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>ellson’s Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very @@ -2898,8 +2924,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"></a> - CHAPTER II.<br />A Sight + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0010"></a> + CHAPTER II.<br >A Sight </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">Y</span>ou know the Old Bailey well, no doubt?” said one of the oldest of clerks to Jerry the messenger. @@ -3228,8 +3254,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"></a> - CHAPTER III.<br />A Disappointment + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0011"></a> + CHAPTER III.<br >A Disappointment </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Attorney-General had to inform the jury, that the prisoner before them, though young in years, was old in the treasonable practices which @@ -3669,11 +3695,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0465m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0465m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0465m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0465m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0465.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> He answered, in a tone that went to every heart, “A long imprisonment.” @@ -3946,18 +3972,18 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0471m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0471m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0471m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0471m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0471.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> </div><!--end chapter--> <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"></a> - CHAPTER IV.<br />Congratulatory + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0012"></a> + CHAPTER IV.<br >Congratulatory </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>rom the dimly-lighted passages of the court, the last sediment of the human stew that had been boiling there all day, was straining off, when @@ -4318,8 +4344,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"></a> - CHAPTER V.<br />The Jackal + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0013"></a> + CHAPTER V.<br >The Jackal </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>hose were drinking days, and most men drank hard. So very great is the improvement Time has brought about in such habits, that a moderate @@ -4640,8 +4666,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"></a> - CHAPTER VI.<br />Hundreds of People + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0014"></a> + CHAPTER VI.<br >Hundreds of People </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street-corner not far from Soho-square. On the afternoon of a certain fine Sunday when the waves @@ -5279,8 +5305,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"></a> - CHAPTER VII.<br />Monseigneur in Town + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0015"></a> + CHAPTER VII.<br >Monseigneur in Town </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>onseigneur, one of the great lords in power at the Court, held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris. Monseigneur was in his @@ -5518,11 +5544,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0496m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0496m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0496m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0496m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0496.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> But for the latter inconvenience, the carriage probably would not have @@ -5668,8 +5694,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"></a> - CHAPTER VIII.<br />Monseigneur in the Country + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0016"></a> + CHAPTER VIII.<br >Monseigneur in the Country </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> beautiful landscape, with the corn bright in it, but not abundant. Patches of poor rye where corn should have been, patches of poor peas and @@ -5977,8 +6003,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"></a> - CHAPTER IX.<br />The Gorgon’s Head + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0017"></a> + CHAPTER IX.<br >The Gorgon’s Head </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>t was a heavy mass of building, that chateau of Monsieur the Marquis, with a large stone courtyard before it, and two stone sweeps of staircase @@ -6585,8 +6611,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"></a> - CHAPTER X.<br />Two Promises + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0018"></a> + CHAPTER X.<br >Two Promises </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>ore months, to the number of twelve, had come and gone, and Mr. Charles Darnay was established in England as a higher teacher of the French @@ -7030,8 +7056,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"></a> - CHAPTER XI.<br />A Companion Picture + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0019"></a> + CHAPTER XI.<br >A Companion Picture </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>ydney,” said Mr. Stryver, on that self-same night, or morning, to his jackal; “mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you.” @@ -7258,8 +7284,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"></a> - CHAPTER XII.<br />The Fellow of Delicacy + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0020"></a> + CHAPTER XII.<br >The Fellow of Delicacy </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Stryver having made up his mind to that magnanimous bestowal of good fortune on the Doctor’s daughter, resolved to make her happiness known to @@ -7377,11 +7403,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0524m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0524m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0524m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0524m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0524.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> “Am I not prosperous?” asked Stryver. @@ -7630,8 +7656,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"></a> - CHAPTER XIII.<br />The Fellow of No Delicacy + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0021"></a> + CHAPTER XIII.<br >The Fellow of No Delicacy </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>f Sydney Carton ever shone anywhere, he certainly never shone in the house of Doctor Manette. He had been there often, during a whole year, and @@ -7881,8 +7907,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"></a> - CHAPTER XIV.<br />The Honest Tradesman + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0022"></a> + CHAPTER XIV.<br >The Honest Tradesman </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>o the eyes of Mr. Jeremiah Cruncher, sitting on his stool in Fleet-street with his grisly urchin beside him, a vast number and variety of objects in @@ -8034,11 +8060,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0535m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0535m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0535m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0535m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0535.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> Thus, with beer-drinking, pipe-smoking, song-roaring, and infinite @@ -8398,8 +8424,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"></a> - CHAPTER XV.<br />Knitting + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0023"></a> + CHAPTER XV.<br >Knitting </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here had been earlier drinking than usual in the wine-shop of Monsieur Defarge. As early as six o’clock in the morning, sallow faces peeping @@ -8454,11 +8480,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0544m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0544m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0544m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0544m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0544.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> “Good day, gentlemen!” said Monsieur Defarge. @@ -8973,8 +8999,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"></a> - CHAPTER XVI.<br />Still Knitting + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0024"></a> + CHAPTER XVI.<br >Still Knitting </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>adame Defarge and monsieur her husband returned amicably to the bosom of Saint Antoine, while a speck in a blue cap toiled through the darkness, @@ -9586,8 +9612,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"></a> - CHAPTER XVII.<br />One Night + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0025"></a> + CHAPTER XVII.<br >One Night </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">N</span>ever did the sun go down with a brighter glory on the quiet corner in Soho, than one memorable evening when the Doctor and his daughter sat @@ -9835,8 +9861,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0026" id="link2H_4_0026"></a> - CHAPTER XVIII.<br />Nine Days + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0026"></a> + CHAPTER XVIII.<br >Nine Days </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he marriage-day was shining brightly, and they were ready outside the closed door of the Doctor’s room, where he was speaking with Charles @@ -10161,8 +10187,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0027" id="link2H_4_0027"></a> - CHAPTER XIX.<br />An Opinion + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0027"></a> + CHAPTER XIX.<br >An Opinion </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>orn out by anxious watching, Mr. Lorry fell asleep at his post. On the tenth morning of his suspense, he was startled by the shining of the sun @@ -10554,18 +10580,18 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0576m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0576m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0576m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0576m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0576.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> </div><!--end chapter--> <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0028" id="link2H_4_0028"></a> - CHAPTER XX.<br />A Plea + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0028"></a> + CHAPTER XX.<br >A Plea </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>hen the newly-married pair came home, the first person who appeared, to offer his congratulations, was Sydney Carton. They had not been at home @@ -10779,8 +10805,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0029" id="link2H_4_0029"></a> - CHAPTER XXI.<br />Echoing Footsteps + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0029"></a> + CHAPTER XXI.<br >Echoing Footsteps </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> wonderful corner for echoes, it has been remarked, that corner where the Doctor lived. Ever busily winding the golden thread which bound her @@ -11319,8 +11345,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0030" id="link2H_4_0030"></a> - CHAPTER XXII.<br />The Sea Still Rises + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0030"></a> + CHAPTER XXII.<br >The Sea Still Rises </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>aggard Saint Antoine had had only one exultant week, in which to soften his modicum of hard and bitter bread to such extent as he could, with the @@ -11422,11 +11448,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0592m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0592m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0592m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0592m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0592.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> The men were terrible, in the bloody-minded anger with which they looked @@ -11576,8 +11602,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0031" id="link2H_4_0031"></a> - CHAPTER XXIII.<br />Fire Rises + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0031"></a> + CHAPTER XXIII.<br >Fire Rises </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here was a change on the village where the fountain fell, and where the mender of roads went forth daily to hammer out of the stones on the @@ -11908,8 +11934,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0032" id="link2H_4_0032"></a> - CHAPTER XXIV.<br />Drawn to the Loadstone Rock + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0032"></a> + CHAPTER XXIV.<br >Drawn to the Loadstone Rock </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n such risings of fire and risings of sea—the firm earth shaken by the rushes of an angry ocean which had now no ebb, but was always on the @@ -12476,7 +12502,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0033" id="link2H_4_0033"></a> + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0033"></a> Book the Third—the Track of a Storm </h2> @@ -12484,8 +12510,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0034" id="link2H_4_0034"></a> - CHAPTER I.<br />In Secret + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0034"></a> + CHAPTER I.<br >In Secret </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he traveller fared slowly on his way, who fared towards Paris from England in the autumn of the year one thousand seven hundred and @@ -12798,11 +12824,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0616m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0616m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0616m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0616m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0616.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> “Emigrants have no rights, Evrémonde,” was the stolid reply. The officer @@ -13103,8 +13129,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0035" id="link2H_4_0035"></a> - CHAPTER II.<br />The Grindstone + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0035"></a> + CHAPTER II.<br >The Grindstone </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>ellson’s Bank, established in the Saint Germain Quarter of Paris, was in a wing of a large house, approached by a courtyard and shut off from the @@ -13399,8 +13425,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0036" id="link2H_4_0036"></a> - CHAPTER III.<br />The Shadow + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0036"></a> + CHAPTER III.<br >The Shadow </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>ne of the first considerations which arose in the business mind of Mr. Lorry when business hours came round, was this:—that he had no right @@ -13676,8 +13702,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0037" id="link2H_4_0037"></a> - CHAPTER IV.<br />Calm in Storm + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0037"></a> + CHAPTER IV.<br >Calm in Storm </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">D</span>octor Manette did not return until the morning of the fourth day of his absence. So much of what had happened in that dreadful time as could be @@ -13881,8 +13907,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0038" id="link2H_4_0038"></a> - CHAPTER V.<br />The Wood-Sawyer + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0038"></a> + CHAPTER V.<br >The Wood-Sawyer </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>ne year and three months. During all that time Lucie was never sure, from hour to hour, but that the Guillotine would strike off her husband’s head @@ -14188,8 +14214,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0039" id="link2H_4_0039"></a> - CHAPTER VI.<br />Triumph + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0039"></a> + CHAPTER VI.<br >Triumph </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he dread tribunal of five Judges, Public Prosecutor, and determined Jury, sat every day. Their lists went forth every evening, and were read out by @@ -14505,8 +14531,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0040" id="link2H_4_0040"></a> - CHAPTER VII.<br />A Knock at the Door + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0040"></a> + CHAPTER VII.<br >A Knock at the Door </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span> have saved him.” It was not another of the dreams in which he had often come back; he was really here. And yet his wife trembled, and a vague but @@ -14702,11 +14728,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0649m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0649m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0649m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0649m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0649.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> “The Citizen Evrémonde, called Darnay,” said the first. @@ -14805,8 +14831,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0041" id="link2H_4_0041"></a> - CHAPTER VIII.<br />A Hand at Cards + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0041"></a> + CHAPTER VIII.<br >A Hand at Cards </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>appily unconscious of the new calamity at home, Miss Pross threaded her way along the narrow streets and crossed the river by the bridge of the @@ -14859,11 +14885,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0653m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0653m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0653m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0653m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0653.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> What was said in this disappointing anti-climax, by the disciples of the @@ -15489,8 +15515,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0042" id="link2H_4_0042"></a> - CHAPTER IX.<br />The Game Made + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0042"></a> + CHAPTER IX.<br >The Game Made </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>hile Sydney Carton and the Sheep of the prisons were in the adjoining dark room, speaking so low that not a sound was heard, Mr. Lorry looked at @@ -16165,8 +16191,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0043" id="link2H_4_0043"></a> - CHAPTER X.<br />The Substance of the Shadow + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0043"></a> + CHAPTER X.<br >The Substance of the Shadow </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>, Alexandre Manette, unfortunate physician, native of Beauvais, and afterwards resident in Paris, write this melancholy paper in my doleful @@ -16260,7 +16286,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} broken marks that follow here, I leave off for the time, and put my paper in its hiding-place. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “The carriage left the streets behind, passed the North Barrier, and emerged upon the country road. At two-thirds of a league from the Barrier—I @@ -16351,7 +16377,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} case of medicines here;’ and brought it from a closet, and put it on the table. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “I opened some of the bottles, smelt them, and put the stoppers to my lips. If I had wanted to use anything save narcotic medicines that were @@ -16395,7 +16421,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} <p> “‘You had better see,’ he carelessly answered; and took up a light. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “The other patient lay in a back room across a second staircase, which was a species of loft over a stable. There was a low plastered ceiling to a @@ -16586,7 +16612,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} finger yet raised, and as it dropped, he dropped with it, and I laid him down dead. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “When I returned to the bedside of the young woman, I found her raving in precisely the same order of continuity. I knew that this might last for @@ -16656,7 +16682,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} and the heart. There was life, and no more. Looking round as I resumed my seat, I found both the brothers intent upon me. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “I write with so much difficulty, the cold is so severe, I am so fearful of being detected and consigned to an underground cell and total darkness, @@ -16723,7 +16749,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} “They exchanged looks, but bent their heads to me as I bent mine to them, and we parted without another word on either side. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “I am weary, weary, weary—worn down by misery. I cannot read what I have written with this gaunt hand. @@ -16748,7 +16774,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} last day of the year. The letter was lying before me just completed, when I was told that a lady waited, who wished to see me. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “I am growing more and more unequal to the task I have set myself. It is so cold, so dark, my senses are so benumbed, and the gloom upon me is so @@ -16780,7 +16806,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} tell her the name and place of abode. Whereas, to this wretched hour I am ignorant of both. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> “These scraps of paper fail me. One was taken from me, with a warning, yesterday. I must finish my record to-day. @@ -16891,8 +16917,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0044" id="link2H_4_0044"></a> - CHAPTER XI.<br />Dusk + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0044"></a> + CHAPTER XI.<br >Dusk </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he wretched wife of the innocent man thus doomed to die, fell under the sentence, as if she had been mortally stricken. But, she uttered no sound; @@ -16973,11 +16999,11 @@ a:hover {color:red} </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img src="images/0686m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0686m " /><br /> + <img src="images/0686m.jpg" style="width:100%;" alt="0686m "><br > </div> - <h5> + <div class="h5"> <a href="images/0686.jpg" style="width:100%;" ><i>Original</i></a> - </h5> + </div> <p> Then, issuing from the obscure corner from which he had never moved, @@ -17120,8 +17146,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0045" id="link2H_4_0045"></a> - CHAPTER XII.<br />Darkness + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0045"></a> + CHAPTER XII.<br >Darkness </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>ydney Carton paused in the street, not quite decided where to go. “At Tellson’s banking-house at nine,” he said, with a musing face. “Shall I do @@ -17580,8 +17606,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0046" id="link2H_4_0046"></a> - CHAPTER XIII.<br />Fifty-two + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0046"></a> + CHAPTER XIII.<br >Fifty-two </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n the black prison of the Conciergerie, the doomed of the day awaited their fate. They were in number as the weeks of the year. Fifty-two were @@ -18088,7 +18114,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} <p> “Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last.” </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> The same shadows that are falling on the prison, are falling, in that same hour of the early afternoon, on the Barrier with the crowd about it, when @@ -18272,8 +18298,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0047" id="link2H_4_0047"></a> - CHAPTER XIV.<br />The Knitting Done + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0047"></a> + CHAPTER XIV.<br >The Knitting Done </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n that same juncture of time when the Fifty-Two awaited their fate Madame Defarge held darkly ominous council with The Vengeance and Jacques Three @@ -18911,8 +18937,8 @@ a:hover {color:red} <div class="chapter"> - <h2><a name="link2H_4_0048" id="link2H_4_0048"></a> - CHAPTER XV.<br />The Footsteps Die Out For Ever + <h2><a id="link2H_4_0048"></a> + CHAPTER XV.<br >The Footsteps Die Out For Ever </h2> <p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>long the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillotine. All the devouring and @@ -19151,7 +19177,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-Three. </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and @@ -19207,7 +19233,7 @@ a:hover {color:red} </div><!--end chapter--> -<div style='display:block;margin-top:4em'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A TALE OF TWO CITIES ***</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 98 ***</div> </body> </html> diff --git a/98-h/images/cover.jpg b/98-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ba1e642 --- /dev/null +++ b/98-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt index d67a7e0..b5dba15 100644 --- a/LICENSE.txt +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -9,4 +9,3 @@ No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize this book outside of the United States should confirm copyright status under the laws that apply to them. - @@ -1,3 +1,2 @@ Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for book #98 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/98) - |
