"A Tale of Two Cities"
by Charles Dickens

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     "Upon my soul, I am not sure that it was not yours. You were always driving and riving and shouldering and passing, to that restless degree that I had no chance for my life but in rust and repose. It's a gloomy thing, however, to talk about one's own past, with the day breaking. Turn me in some other direction before I go."

     "Well then! Pledge me to the pretty witness," said Stryver, holding up his glass. "Are you turned in a pleasant direction?"

     Apparently not, for he became gloomy again.

 

     "Pretty witness," he muttered, looking down into his glass. "I have had enough of witnesses to-day and to-night; who's your pretty witness?"

     "The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette."

     "She pretty?"

     "Is she not?"

     "No."

     "Why, man alive, she was the admiration of the whole Court!"

 
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