self was made to you, and that my name,

and faults, and miseries were gently carried in your heart. May it

otherwise be light and happy!”

He was so unlike what he had ever shown himself to be, and it

was so sad to think how much he had thrown away, and how much

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he every day kept down and perverted, that Lucie Manette wept

mournfully for him as he stood looking back at her.

“Be comforted!” he said, “I am not worth such feeling, Miss

Manette. An hour or two hence, and the low companions and low

habits that I scorn but yield to, will render me less worth such

tears as those, than any wretch who creeps along the streets. Be

comforted! But, within myself, I shall always be, towards you,

what I am now, though outwardly I shall be what you have

heretofore seen me. The last supplication but one I make to you,

is, that you will believe this of me.”

“I will, Mr. Carton.”

“My last supplication of all, is this; and with it, I will relieve you

of a visitor with whom I well know you have nothing in unison,

and between whom and you there is an impassable space. It is

useless to say it, I know, but it rises out of my soul. For you, and

for any dear to you, I would do anything. If my career were of that

better kind that there was any opportunity or capacity of sacrifice

in it, I would embrace any sacr