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"Will I promise? What will I not promise to my Love?"

What, indeed, with his hand putting aside the golden hair from

the cheek, and his other hand against the heart that beat for

him!

"I think, Charles, poor Mr. Carton deserves more consideration

and respect than you expressed for him to-night."

"Indeed, my own? Why so?"

"That is what you are not to ask me. But I think--I know--he

does."

"If you know it, it is enough. What would you have me do, my

Life?"

"I would ask you, dearest, to be very generous with him always,

and very lenient on his faults when he is not by. I would ask you

to believe that he has a heart he very, very seldom reveals, and

that there are deep wounds in it. My dear, I have seen it

bleeding."

"It is a painful reflection to me," said Charles Darnay, quite

astounded, "that I should have done him any wrong. I never

thought this of him."