It was the season of lightIt was the best of times,
Fingerprint Time Attendanceit was the worst of times. It was the season of light, it was the season of darkness. It was the spring of hope, it was the winter of sadness. It was the year one thousand seven hundred and seventy－five.
In France there was a King and a Queen, and in England there was a King and a Queen. They believed that nothing would ever change. But in France things were bad, and getting worse. The people were poor, hungry and unhappy. The King made paper money and spent it, and the people had nothing to eat. Behind closed doors in the homes of the people, voices spoke in whispers against the King and his noblemen；they were only whispers, but they were the angry whispers of desperate people.
It was the season of lightLate one November night, in that same year 1775, a coach going from London to Dover, stopped at the top of a long hill. The horses were tired, but as they rested, the driver heard an other horse coming fast up the hill behind them. The rider stopped his horse beside the coach and shouted：
'I want a passenger, Mr Jarvis Lorry, from Tellson's Bank in London.'
It was the season of light'I am Mr Jarvis Lorry, ' said one of the passengers, putting his head out of the window.'What do you want?'
'It's me！Jerry, Jerry Cruncher, from Tellson's Bank, sir, '
Fingerprint Time Attendancecried the man on the horse.
