The quiet lodgings of Doctor Manette were in a quiet street-corner not far from Soho-square.
Tellson’s Bank by Temple Bar was an old-fashioned place, even in the year one thousand seven hundred and eighty. It was very small, very dark, very ugly, very incommodious.
The wine was red wine, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled.
The Dover road lay, as to him, beyond the Dover mail, as it lumbered up Shooter’s Hill.
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