Chapter-17 As they went out into the courtyard, Mr. Lorry saw Madame Defarge standing near the grindstone. Knitting as she had been when Mr. Lorry had last seen her years before. “My wife will come with us,” said Defarge, “so she can recognize the people we are going to see. It is for their safety.” […]
Chapter-16 The Tellson’s Bank office in Paris was in the wing of a large house. When the Revolution came, the nobleman who owned the house put on his servant’s clothes and fled the country. Mr. Lorry was working late one night when Lucie and her father burst into the room. “What are you doing in
Chapter-15 That night, Charles sat up late writing two letters—one to Lucie and one to her father, explaining the reasons for his journey. By the time the letters were read the following morning, Charles had gone. The trip to Paris would have been difficult in the best of times. During the French Revolution, however, special
Chapter-14 It was 1792 three years later, but still the revolution raged. France no longer had a king and a queen, and most of the nobility had fled to England and other countries. A favourite gathering place for the French noblemen was Tellson’s Bank in London. As the revolution had neared, many sent their money
Chapter-13 The people of Saint Antoine were armed. They carried loaded muskets, iron and wooden bars, knives, and axes, and even lifted paving stones from walls and streets. The people were tired of being poor and hungry, and their anger at the king and the noblemen had reached the boiling point. The centre of the
Chapter-12 Only Dr. Manette, Mr. Lorry and Miss Pross attended the wedding in the small church. Lucie was a beautiful bride and Charles a handsome groom. Although the doctor appeared happy yet Mr. Lorry could not help remembering the deadly fear that covered his face earlier that morning when he emerged from a private meeting
Chapter-11 After the fixer of roads was sent back to his village to spy for his new friends, Defarge learnt from one of his ‘Jacques’ on the police force that a new spy was being sent to Saint Antoine. He informed his wife of this immediately. “He will be put on my list as soon
Chapter-10 Jerry Cruncher, the messenger, was sitting outside Tellson’s Bank as usual, when a mob came marching down Fleet Street. “It’s a funeral procession,” he told his son, who was sitting beside him. Jerry was always attracted by funerals but this one was very unusual, for people were running alongside the carriage that held the
Chapter-9 During the following year, Charles Darnay became a popular and successful teacher and translator of French. As his success grew, so did his love for Lucie Manette. And so it was, one summer day, that he decided to ask Dr. Manette for Lucie’s hand in marriage. “I know that you love her,” said the
Chapter-8 The Marquis St. Evremonde, a nobleman at the king’s court in France, had attended a fancy reception at the palace one day in 1780. The expensive clothes and jewellery worn by the guests and the delicious feast spread on the table contrasted sharply with the rags and the empty stomachs of the people who
Chapter-7 Four months had passed since Charles Darnay’s trial. It was a Sunday afternoon and Jarvis Lorry had come to call on the Manettes in their small house in London. While waiting in the doctor’s room for his hosts to appear, Mr. Lorry’s eyes fixed on the shoemaker’s bench and tools—those terrible reminders of Dr.
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