1 There is nothing more to do," said he, glancing upward at the moon, "until to-morrow.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IX. The Game Made 2 Then, the night, with the moon and the stars, turned pale and died, and for a little while it seemed as if Creation were delivered over to Death's dominion.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IX. The Game Made 3 Never did the moon rise with a milder radiance over great London, than on that night when it found them still seated under the tree, and shone upon their faces through its leaves.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XVII. One Night 4 A memorable storm of thunder and lightning broke with that sweep of water, and there was not a moment's interval in crash, and fire, and rain, until after the moon rose at midnight.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER VI. Hundreds of People 5 The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far, we are pursued by nothing else.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER XIII. Fifty-two 6 These solemn words, which had been read at his father's grave, arose in his mind as he went down the dark streets, among the heavy shadows, with the moon and the clouds sailing on high above him.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IX. The Game Made 7 Crouching down in a corner, peeping up the lane, the next object that Young Jerry saw, was the form of his honoured parent, pretty well defined against a watery and clouded moon, nimbly scaling an iron gate.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 2: CHAPTER XIV. The Honest Tradesman 8 The night wore out, and, as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the Island of Paris, where the picturesque confusion of houses and cathedral shone bright in the light of the moon, the day came coldly, looking like a dead face out of the sky.
A Tale of Two Cities By Charles DickensContextHighlight In BOOK 3: CHAPTER IX. The Game Made