Chapter-6 ‘This is your duty, Miss Manette!” snapped the judge, “Just tell the jury what he said.” “He told me that he was travelling on important business—business that could get some people into trouble. Because of that, he was travelling under the false name of Charles Damay. He also said that this business would be […]
Chapter-5 Five years had passed. It was 1780. Dr. Manette and his daughter lived in a comfortable house in London. The doctor had regained his health and returned to practicing medicine. Mr. Lorry still worked for Tellson’s Bank and continued to travel between its London and Paris offices. England had been at war with her
Chapter-4 The attic was small and dark. A white-haired man was sitting on a low bench, his back to the door, facing the room’s only window. He was stooped over a pair of shoes that he was making. “Good day!” said Monsieur Defarge, walking towards the window. I see you are still working hard.” The
Chapter-3 Saint Antoine was a poor section of Paris with houses so run-down that the people spent most of their time on the street. Saint Antoine was also filled with hunger, and because of it, the ragged people were filled with hatred toward the wealthy and noble classes of Paris, who cared nothing for their
Chapter-2 Mr. Lorry took Lucie’s hand and brought it gently to his lips. “Yes child, it was I,” he said, “I had a close business relationship with your father, and although I usually keep all personal feelings out of my business.” Mr. Lorry nervously adjusted his wig again, sighed and then returned to his story.
Chapter-1 It was the year 1775. Both France and England were on the brink of revolution. King George III of England was too busy handling his country’s problems with the American colonies to worry about his own people’s poverty. King Louis XVI of France and the noblemen of his court were more concerned with their
Chapter-7 ‘I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing
Chapter-6 As the last stroke ceased to vibrate, he remembered the prediction of old Jacob Marley, and lifting up his eyes, beheld a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards him. The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached. When it came, Scrooge bent down upon his knee; for in the
Chapter-5 Scrooge awoke in the middle of night with a start. When the Bell struck One, and no shape appeared, he was taken with a violent fit of trembling. Five minutes, ten minutes, a quater of an hour went by, yet nothing came. All this time, he lay upon his bed, the very core and
One day, Tenali Raman quarrelled with his wife. He shouted at her till she could not bear it. She said to her husband, “I serve you so much from morning to evening. Still, you scold me so terribly.” Saying these words she fled to her neighbour’s house. Raman followed her there. The neighbours managed to
Tenali Raman was trying to sell his house, but without success. He thought hard and hard. All of a sudden, an idea struck his mind. He pondered, “It is the quality of a super salesman to show some sample to his customers. But I am without any sample. How can I be able to sell
A horse race was about to be held and the contestants were being lined up. Tenali Raman came with an ox and asked that it should be included in the race. “Have you gone mad?” said the organisers, “What chance does an ox have against horses?” “You talk that way because you do not know
One day, a man said to Tenali Raman, “I’ve heard you’ve got vinegar that is 40 years old.” “That is true,” said Raman. “Will you give me some?” asked the man, “I need it urgently. The doctor has prescribed it for making some medicine for my ailing child. So, I kindly request you to give
Once king Krishnadeva Raya was besotted with his own beauty. One day, Tenali Raman visited to see and talk to the king. “I have visited you earlier in the day when you were asleep,” said Tenali, “You were more handsome then.” “How could my looks decline within a few hours?” said the king. He turned
One evening, a man carrying a can of milk stopped Tenali Raman in the street and said he had a problem and wanted his advice. “What’s your problem?” asked Tenali Raman. “Though I never drink wine, I feel intoxicated when I get up in the morning,” explained the man. “What do you drink last thing