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"To none. No, Miss Manette, to none. If you will hear me through

a very little more, all you can ever do for me is done. I wish

you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. In my

degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you

with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has

stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. Since I

knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would

never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices

impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have

had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking

off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A

dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper

where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it."

"Will nothing of it remain? O Mr. Carton, think again! Try

again!"