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A Tale of Two Cities

Monseigneur, and, staggering to that gorgeous vehicle,
climbed in at the door, and shut himself up to take his rest
on its dainty cushions.
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr.

Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the
courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in
the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had
never given, and would never take away.

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