A Tale of Two Cities
What private solicitude could rear itself against the deluge of the Year One of Liberty--the deluge rising from below, not falling from above, and with the windows of Heaven shut, not opened! (3.4.8)
"In short," said Sydney, "this is a desperate time, when desperate games are played for desperate stakes." (3.8.73)
"How goes the Republic?"
"You mean the Guillotine. Not ill. Sixty-three to-day. We shall mount to a hundred soon." (3.9.67)