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  《双城记》英文经典段落篇1

  IT WAS the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was theage of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch ofbelief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light,it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was thewinter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothingbefore us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all goingdirect the other way- in short, the period was so far like the presentperiod, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its beingreceived, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree ofcomparison only.

  There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, onthe throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and aqueen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countriesit was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves ofloaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.

  It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred andseventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at thatfavoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attainedher five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic privatein the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcingthat arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London andWestminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozenof years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits of thisvery year last past (supernaturally deficient in originality) rappedout theirs. Mere messages in the earthly order of events had latelycome to the English Crown and People, from a congress of Britishsubjects in America: which, strange to relate, have proved moreimportant to the human race than any communications yet receivedthrough any of the chickens of the Cock-lane brood.

  《双城记》英文经典段落篇2

  In England, there was scarcely an amount of order and protectionto justify much national boasting. Daring burglaries by armed men, andhighway robberies, took place in the capital itself every night;families were publicly cautioned not to go out of town withoutremoving their furniture to upholsterers' warehouses for security; thehighwayman in the dark was a City tradesman in the light, and, beingrecognised and challenged by his fellow-tradesman whom he stopped inhis character of "the Captain," gallantly shot him through the headand rode away; the mail was waylaid by seven robbers, and the guardshot three dead, and then got shot dead himself by the other four, "inconsequence of the failure of his ammunition:" after which the mailwas robbed in peace; that magnificent potentate, the Lord Mayor ofLondon, was made to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, by onehighwayman, who despoiled the illustrious creature in sight of all hisretinue; prisoners in London gaols fought battles with theirturkeys, and the majesty of the law fired blunderbusses in among them,loaded with rounds of shot and ball; thieves snipped off diamondcrosses from the necks of noble lords at Court drawing-rooms;musketeers went into St. Giles's, to search for contraband goods,and the mob fired on the musketeers, and the musketeers fir on themob, and nobody thought any of these occurrences much out of thecommon way. In the midst of them, the hangman, ever busy and everworse than useless, was in constant requisition; now, stringing uplong rows of miscellaneous criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker onSaturday who had been taken on Tuesday; now, burning people in thehand at Newgate by the dozen, and now burning pamphlets at the door ofWestminster Hall; to-day, taking the life of an atrocious murderer,and to-morrow of a wretched pilferer who had robbed a farmer's boyof sixpence.

  All these things, and a thousand like them, came to pass in andclose upon the dear old year one thousand seven hundred andseventy-five. Environed by them, while the Woodman and the Farmerworked unheeded, those two of the large jaws, and those other two ofthe plain and the fair faces, trod with stir enough, and carried theirdivine rights with a high hand. Thus did the year one thousand sevenhundred and seventy-five conduct their Greatnesses, and myriads ofsmall creatures- the creatures of this chronicle among the rest- alongthe roads that lay before them.

  《双城记》英文经典段落篇3

  WHEN THE MAIL got successfully to Dover, in the course of theforenoon, the head drawer at the Royal George Hotel opened thecoach-door as his custom was. He did it with some flourish ofceremony, for a mail journey from London in winter was anachievement to congratulate an adventurous traveller upon.

  By that time, there was only one adventurous traveller left to becongratulated: for the two others had been set down at theirrespective roadside destinations. The mildewy inside of the coach,with its damp and dirty straw, its disagreeable smell, and itsobscurity, was rather like a larger dog-kennel. Mr. Lorry, thepassenger, shaking himself out of it in chains of straw, a tangle ofshaggy wrapper, flapping hat, and muddy legs, was rather like a largersort of dog.

  The obscurity was so difficult to penetrate that Mr. Lorry,picking his way over the well-worn Turkey carpet, supposed MissManette to be, for the moment, in some adjacent room, until, havinggot past the two tall candles, he saw standing to receive him by thetable between them and the fire, a young lady of not more thanseventeen in a riding-cloak, and still holding her strawtravelling-hat by its ribbon in her band. As his eyes rested on ashort, slight, pretty figure, a quantity of golden hair, a pair ofblue eyes that met his own with an inquiring look, and a forehead witha singular capacity (remembering how young and smooth it was), oflifting and knitting itself into an expression that was not quiteone of perplexity, or wonder, or alarm, or merely of a bright fixedattention, though it included all the four expressions- as his eyesrested on these things, a sudden vivid likeness passed before him,of a child whom he had held in his arms on the passage across thatvery Channel, one cold time, when the hail drifted heavily and the searan high. The likeness passed away, like a breath along the surface ofthe gaunt pier-glass behind her, on the frame of which, a hospitalprocession of negro cupids, several headless and all cripples, wereoffering black baskets of Dead Sea fruit to black divinities of thefeminine gender- and he made his formal bow to Miss Manette.


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