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Chapter 1 It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age ofwisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, itwas the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was theseason of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it…
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Chapter 2 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 upShooter’s Hill. He walked up hill in the mire by the side of the…
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Chapter 3 A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature isconstituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. Asolemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that everyone of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that everyroom in every one of them encloses its own…