nothing will influence you to alter the course on which we now

stand pledged to one another.”

“Nothing, Carton.”

“Remember these words tomorrow: change the course, or delay

in itfor any reasonand no life can possibly be saved, and many

lives must inevitably be sacrificed.”

“I will remember them. I hope to do my part faithfully.”

“And I hope to do mine. Now, good-bye!”

Though he said it with a grave smile of earnestness, and though

he even put the old man’s hand to his lips, he did not part from

him then. He helped him so far to arouse the rocking figure before

the dying embers, as to get a cloak and hat put upon it, and to

tempt it forth to find where the bench and work were hidden that

it still moaningly besought to have. He walked on the other side of

it and protected it to the court-yard of the house where the

afflicted heartso happy in the memorable time when he had

revealed his own desolate heart to itoutwatched the awful night.

He entered the courtyard and remained there for a few moments

alone, looking up at the light in the window of her room. Before he

went away, he breathed a blessing towards it and a Farewell.

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Chapter XLIII

FIFTY-TWO

n the black prison of the Conciergerie, the doomed of the day

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