ined as the Doctor spoke:

“any fancies, any reasons, any apprehensions, anything

whatsoever, new or old, against the man she really lovedthe

direct responsibility thereof not lying on his headthey should all

be obliterated for her sake. She is everything to me; more to me

than suffering, more to me than wrong, more to meWell! This is

idle talk.”

So strange was the way in which he faded into silence, and so

strange his fixed look when he had ceased to speak, that Darnay

felt his own hand turn cold in the hand that slowly released and

dropped it.

“You said something to me,” said Doctor Manette, breaking

into a smile. “What was it you said to me?”

He was at a loss how to answer, until he remembered having

spoken of a condition. Relieved as his mind reverted to that, he

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answered:

“Your confidence in me ought to be returned with full

confidence on my part. My present name, though but slightly

changed from my mother’s, is not, as you will remember, my own.

I wish to tell you what that is, and why I am in England.”

“Stop!” said the Doctor of Beauvais.

“I wish it, that I may the better deserve your confidence, and

have no secret from you.”

“Stop.”

For an instant, the Doctor even had his two hands at his ears;

for another instant, even had his two hands laid on Darnay’s li