remorse that I thought would

never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old

voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I

have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew,

shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned

fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the

sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you

inspired it.”

“Will nothing of it remain? O Mr. Carton, think again! Try

again!”

“No, Miss Manette; all through it, I have known myself to be

quite undeserving. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still

the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery

you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into firea fire, however,

inseparable in its nature from myself, quickening nothing, lighting

nothing, doing no service, idly burning away.”

“Since it is my misfortune, Mr. Carton, to have made you more

unhappy than you were before you knew me”

“Don’t say that, Miss Manette, for you would have reclaimed

me, if anything could. You will not be the cause of my becoming

worse.”

“Since the state of your mind that you describe, is, at all events,

attributable to some influence of minethat is what I mean, if I

can make it plaincan I use no influence to serve you? Have I no

power for good, with you, at all?”

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