Clark Robbins

“Afraid, in her extreme perturbation, of the loneliness of the deserted rooms, and of half-imagined faces peeping from behind every open door in them, Miss Pross got a basin of cold water and began laving her eyes, which were swollen and red. Haunted by her feverish apprehensions, she could not bear to have her sight obscured for a minute at a time by the dripping”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“No, miss,”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

“Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.”
― Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities