كتاب · A Tale of Two Cities
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المؤلف: Charles Dickens
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For such variety of reasons, Tellson's was at that time, as to
French intelligence, a kind of High Exchange; and this was so
well known to the public, and the inquiries made there were in
consequence so numerous, that Tellson's sometimes wrote the
latest news out in a line or so and posted it in the Bank
windows, for all who ran through Temple Bar to read.
On a steaming, misty afternoon, Mr. Lorry sat at his desk, and
Charles Darnay stood leaning on it, talking with him in a low
voice. The penitential den once set apart for interviews with the
House, was now the news-Exchange, and was filled to overflowing.
It was within half an hour or so of the time of closing.
"But, although you are the youngest man that ever lived," said
Charles Darnay, rather hesitating, "I must still suggest to
you--"
"I understand. That I am too old?" said Mr. Lorry.
"Unsettled weather, a long journey, uncertain means of
travelling, a disorganised country, a city that may not be even
safe for you."
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