The gentleman from Tellson's had nothing
left for it but to empty his glass with an air of
stolid desperation, settle his odd little flaxen wig
at the ears, and follow the waiter to Miss
Manette's apartment. It was a large, dark
room, furnished in a funereal manner with black
horsehair, and loaded with heavy dark tables.
These had been oiled and oiled, until the two tall
candles on the table in the middle of the room
were gloomily reflected on every leaf; as if they
were buried, in deep graves of black mahogany,
and no light to speak of could be expected from
them until they were dug out.
left for it but to empty his glass with an air of
stolid desperation, settle his odd little flaxen wig
at the ears, and follow the waiter to Miss
Manette's apartment. It was a large, dark
room, furnished in a funereal manner with black
horsehair, and loaded with heavy dark tables.
These had been oiled and oiled, until the two tall
candles on the table in the middle of the room
were gloomily reflected on every leaf; as if they
were buried, in deep graves of black mahogany,
and no light to speak of could be expected from
them until they were dug out.