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-    <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&mdash;Recalled to Life</b></a></td>
@@ -95,7 +121,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
 </tr>
 
 <tr>
-<td> <a href="#link2H_4_0007">CHAPTER VI.&nbsp;&nbsp;The Shoemaker</a><br /><br /></td>
+<td> <a href="#link2H_4_0007">CHAPTER VI.&nbsp;&nbsp;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.&nbsp;&nbsp;Drawn to the Loadstone Rock</a><br /><br /></td>
+<td> <a href="#link2H_4_0032">CHAPTER XXIV.&nbsp;&nbsp;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&mdash;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>
       &ldquo;Come on at a footpace! d&rsquo;ye mind me? And if you&rsquo;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!&rdquo; 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&mdash;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&rsquo;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?&rdquo; 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, &ldquo;A long imprisonment.&rdquo;
@@ -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
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     </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&rsquo;s Head
+    <h2><a id="link2H_4_0017"></a>
+      CHAPTER IX.<br >The Gorgon&rsquo;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,&rdquo; said Mr. Stryver, on that self-same night, or morning, to his
       jackal; &ldquo;mix another bowl of punch; I have something to say to you.&rdquo;
@@ -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&rsquo;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>
       &ldquo;Am I not prosperous?&rdquo; 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&rsquo;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>
       &ldquo;Good day, gentlemen!&rdquo; 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&rsquo;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&mdash;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&mdash;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>
       &ldquo;Emigrants have no rights, Evrémonde,&rdquo; 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&rsquo;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:&mdash;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&rsquo;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.&rdquo; 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>
       &ldquo;The Citizen Evrémonde, called Darnay,&rdquo; 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>
       &ldquo;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&mdash;I
@@ -16351,7 +16377,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
       case of medicines here;&rsquo; and brought it from a closet, and put it on the
       table.
     </p>
-    <hr />
+    <hr >
     <p>
       &ldquo;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>
       &ldquo;&lsquo;You had better see,&rsquo; he carelessly answered; and took up a light.
     </p>
-    <hr />
+    <hr >
     <p>
       &ldquo;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
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       finger yet raised, and as it dropped, he dropped with it, and I laid him
       down dead.
     </p>
-    <hr />
+    <hr >
     <p>
       &ldquo;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>
       &ldquo;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}
       &ldquo;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>
       &ldquo;I am weary, weary, weary&mdash;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>
       &ldquo;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>
       &ldquo;These scraps of paper fail me. One was taken from me, with a warning,
       yesterday. I must finish my record to-day.
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 <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. &ldquo;At
       Tellson&rsquo;s banking-house at nine,&rdquo; he said, with a musing face. &ldquo;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>
       &ldquo;Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last.&rdquo;
      </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&rsquo;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&rsquo;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>
 
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