Kitap · A Tale of Two Cities
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Yazar: Charles Dickens
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"See!" said the Doctor of Beauvais, raising his hand towards the
moon. "I have looked at her from my prison-window, when I could
not bear her light. I have looked at her when it has been such
torture to me to think of her shining upon what I had lost, that
I have beaten my head against my prison-walls. I have looked at
her, in a state so dull and lethargic, that I have thought of
nothing but the number of horizontal lines I could draw across
her at the full, and the number of perpendicular lines with which
I could intersect them." He added in his inward and pondering
manner, as he looked at the moon, "It was twenty either way, I
remember, and the twentieth was difficult to squeeze in."
The strange thrill with which she heard him go back to that time,
deepened as he dwelt upon it; but, there was nothing to shock her
in the manner of his reference. He only seemed to contrast his
present cheerfulness and felicity with the dire endurance that
was over.
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