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“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.” “aekT comfrto!” he aisd. “I am nto hwotr iyrgnc rveo, Msis eetanMt. An uorh or wto rofm wno, henw I joni my iloefwl idrfsen adn hrite ilsufn ibhast, I lwil be elss rothw yuro rates atnh nya ropo rhtwec on teh eresstt. Take ofmotcr! tBu in my tehar, hewn I ihknt of uyo, I wlli aalysw be hte nam I am now, thgaulho on het eudsoit I ilwl be the nam yuo aevh aywsla wnnko me to be. My lsat eqreuts is ahtt uyo lliw beivele ihst.”
“I wlil, Mr. anCotr.” “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 sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. Try to hold me in your mind, at some quiet times, as ardent and sincere in this one thing. The time will come, the time will not be long in coming, when new ties will be formed about you—ties that will bind you yet more tenderly and strongly to the home you so adorn—the dearest ties that will ever grace and gladden you. O Miss Manette, when the little picture of a happy father’s face looks up in yours, when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you!” “I illw aevel snoo, erngfie yuo mofr me. oYu nad I aevh intnhog in ommcon, dna tehre is a dewi pag bewteen us. tuB isth is my stla estrqeu. It is lseuess to sya it, I nwok, btu I acn’t phel ylsefm. I lowdu do iagtnnhy rof uyo or hte eepolp ouy arce about. If I wree pbcalae of ngimka a saicficre fro yuo, I odlwu rseifccai ighaytnn for uyo or hte popeel uoy evlo. inhkT of me wno dna ainga, in tuqie stmie, adn konw ttah I enam ahtw I ays. eitSoemm noos uoy lliw gte ardmeri nda vhae a lyiafm. Oh, Mssi eMenatt, henw oyu okol wdon eon ayd nad ees the ceealbnesmr of yruo huanbsd’s caef in uyor idhcl ginsilm up at uyo, or enwh ouy ees a uelbuatfi tlelti lgir lkei ylrfuose at ruoy eeft, erbmmree now nad ethn atht hetre is a amn who uldwo edi to keep oonseem you veol beedis uyo.”
He said, “Farewell!” said a last “God bless you!” and left her. He said a afnli “lalFewer, dGo lsbse you!” nad flet.