| The guard leads them to the cell, he stopped at a low door, put a key into the lock, and slowly swung the door open. |
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 | Move your torch slowly over these walls so that I can see them! LOOK! The letters A.M... Alexandre Manette carved in the walls. | |
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| They gathered everything in the middle, light it on fire, leaving the pile burning behind them, and went back the way they came to the courtyard. |
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| Hold the torch higher! Look through those pieces carefully, Jacques. And look! Here is my knife. Rip open the bed and look through the straw. Hold the torch higher, you! | |
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| The time had come when the people of Saint Antoine put their horrible plan of hanging men from street lamps into action. The anger of the people of Saint Antoine was up, and the time of tyranny and cruel domination was down. |
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| I will cut off enemy heads!!! | |
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| We will hang all these terrible men!! | |
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