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in his inheritance otherwise. I have a presentiment that if no other
innocent atonement is made for this, it will one day be required of
him. What I have left to call my own-it is little beyond the worth of
a few jewels-I will make it the first charge of his life to bestow,
with the compassion and lamenting of his dead mother, on this
injured family, if the sister can be discovered.’ “She kissed the boy,
and said, caressing him, ‘It is for thine own dear sake.

Thou wilt be faithful, little Charles?’ The child answered her
bravely, ‘Yes!’ I kissed her hand, and she took him in her arms, and
went away caressing him. I never saw her more.

“As she had mentioned her husband’s name in the faith that I
knew it, I added no mention of it to my letter. I sealed my letter,
and, not trusting it out of my own hands, delivered it myself that

“That night, the last night of the year, towards nine o’clock, a man
in a black dress rang at my gate, demanded to see me, and softly
followed my servant, Ernest Defarge, a youth, up-stairs. When my
servant came into the room where I sat with my wife-O my wife,
beloved of my heart! My fair young English wife!- we saw the
man, who was supposed to be at the gate, standing silent behind

“An urgent case in the Rue St. Honore, he said. It would not detain
me, he had a coach in waiting.

“It brought me here, it brought me to my grave. When I was clear
of the house, a black muffler was drawn tightly over my mouth
from behind, and my arms were pinioned. The two brothers
crossed the road from a dark corner, and identified me with a
single gesture. The Marquis took from his pocket the letter I had
written, showed it me, burnt it in the light of a lantern that was
held, and extinguished the ashes with his foot. Not a word was
spoken. I was brought here, I was brought to my living grave.

“If it had pleased GOD to put it in the hard heart of either of the
brothers, in all these frightful years, to grant me any tidings of my
dearest wife-so much as to let me know by a word whether alive
or dead-I might have thought that He had not quite abandoned
them. But, now I believe that the mark of the red cross is fatal to
them, and that they have no part in His mercies. And them and
their descendants, to the last of their race, I, Alexandre Manette,
unhappy prisoner, do this last night of the year 1767, in my
unbearable agony, denounce to the times when all these things
shall be answered for. I denounce them to Heaven and to earth.” A
terrible sound arose when the reading of this document was done.
A sound of craving and eagerness that had nothing articulate in it
but blood. The narrative called up the most revengeful passions of
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