Such diversion as Podson could extort from his isolation was soon vitiated by repetition. He surfed. He sun-baked - with discretion till his skin had peeled and given him a harder cuticle.
Many readers find the first book of A Tale of Two Cities to be confusing.
[…] everything had become so still that the crisping of the snow under foot might be heard nearly half a verst round.
On an eminence, in one of the most sequestered parts of these woods, was a rustic seat, formed of the trunk of a decayed oak, which had once been a noble tree, and of which many lofty branches still flourishing united with beech and pines to over-canopy the spot.
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