Romantic novels

[johnlambert]

there was a book about a man going to the guillotine for the unrequited love of a woman, what was it called?
TIA

[whiffey]

She kisses his lips; he kisses hers; they solemnly bless each other. The spare hand does not tremble as he releases it; nothing worse than a sweet, bright constancy is in the patient face. She goes next before him -- is gone; the knitting-women count Twenty-Two.

"I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."

The murmuring of many voices, the upturning of many faces, the pressing on of many footsteps in the outskirts of the crowd, so that it swells forward in a mass, like one great heave of water, all flashes away. Twenty-Three.

They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man's face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic

[johnlambert]

Whiffey?
that was beautiful thanks, but?
are you hitting on me?

[whiffey]

John, I am not sure what hitting on is, but no. The story is of course A Tale of Two Cities, joint equal with Jane Eyre as the two most beautiful stories ever written.

[Doc Spock]

I knew that, it was the best of times it was the worst of times.

[dot.hawkes]

I thought A Tale of Two Cities was about a man going to the gallows instead of the victims of Robespierres reign of terror. Or an i mixing it up in my head?

[stewey]

'A Tale of the French Collaboration'