Household Edition A Tale of Two Cities | Dickens Gallery

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Household Edition

The Household Edition of A Tale of Two Cities was published in 1874 and features 25 illustrations by Fred Barnard.

Title Page and Vignette

Miss Manette curtsied to Mr. Lorry, with a pretty desire to convey to him that she felt how much older and wiser he was than she. He made her another bow

The Wine Shop

The Shoemaker

Messrs. Cruncher and Son

And smoothing her rich hair with as much pride as she could possibly have taken in her own hair if she had been the vainest and handsomest of women

The Lion and the Jackal

He stooped a little, and with his tattered blue cap pointed under the carriage. All his fellows stooped to look under the carriage

Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques

"Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you!"

"It is frightful, messieurs. How can the women and children draw water? Who can gossip of an evening under that shadow?"

Saint Antoine

Still, the Doctor, with shaded forehead, beat his foot nervously on the ground

Dragged, and struck at, and stifled by bunches of grass and straw that were thrust into his face by hundreds of hands

Among the talkers was Stryver, of the King's Bench Bar, . . . . broaching to Monseigneur his devices for blowing the people up, and exterminating them from the face of the earth

Some registers were lying open on a desk and an officer of a coarse dark aspect presided over these

The Grindstone

The Carmagnole

Here Mr. Lorry became aware, from where he sat, of a most remarkable goblin shadow on the wall

Twice he put his hand to the wound in his breast, and with his forefinger drew a cross in the air

The Trial of Evremonde

As he was drawn away, his wife released him, and stood looking after him with her hands touching one another in the attitude of prayer

His head and throat were bare, and as he spoke with a helpless look straying all around, he took his coat off, and let it drop on the floor

"You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,' said Miss Pross, 'in her breathing. 'Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman"

The Third Tumbrel

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