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He put her hand to his lips, and moved towards the door.

"Be under no apprehension, Miss Manette, of my ever resuming this

conversation by so much as a passing word. I will never refer to

it again. If I were dead, that could not be surer than it is

henceforth. In the hour of my death, I shall hold sacred the one

good remembrance--and shall thank and bless you for it--that my

last avowal of myself 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 he

every day kept down and perverted, that Lucie Manette wept

mournfully for him as he stood looking back at her.