A Tale of Two Cities By Charles Dickens

For fifteen months Lucie was never sure, from hour to hour, that the guillotine would not strike off her husband’s head the next day. Every day, through the stony streets, rolled the carts filled with people on their way to die under the cruel knife of the guillotine. Lovely girls, gentle women, black-haired, brown-haired and grey; young men and old, poor men and nobles, all were daily brought to light from the dreadful prisons and carried through the streets to feed the guillotine. The hunger of the guillotine could not be satisfied. Liberty, Equality, Fraternity — or Death: and of these four, death was by far the commonest and the most easily obtained ...