1 The prison of La Force was a gloomy prison, dark and filthy, and with a horrible smell of foul sleep in it.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER I. In Secret 2 It hid in doorways too, rubbing its horrible shoulders against doors, and drawing them up to its ears, as if it were laughing.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIV. The Honest Tradesman 3 The hour was come, when Saint Antoine was to execute his horrible idea of hoisting up men for lamps to show what he could be and do.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XXI. Echoing Footsteps 4 Both her hearers derived a horrible enjoyment from the deadly nature of her wrath--the listener could feel how white she was, without seeing her--and both highly commended it.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XII. Darkness 5 Had he stood in peril of a less horrible sentence--had there been a chance of any one of its savage details being spared--by just so much would he have lost in his fascination.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER II. A Sight 6 So wicked do destruction and secrecy appear to honest minds, that Mr. Lorry and Miss Pross, while engaged in the commission of their deed and in the removal of its traces, almost felt, and almost looked, like accomplices in a horrible crime.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIX. An Opinion 7 The horrible massacre, days and nights long, which, within a few rounds of the clock, was to set a great mark of blood upon the blessed garnering time of harvest, was as far out of his knowledge as if it had been a hundred thousand years away.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER I. In Secret 8 The grindstone had a double handle, and, turning at it madly were two men, whose faces, as their long hair flapped back when the whirlings of the grindstone brought their faces up, were more horrible and cruel than the visages of the wildest savages in their most barbarous disguise.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER II. The Grindstone