Kitap · A Tale of Two Cities
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Yazar: Charles Dickens
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"And she showed me her children," said the Doctor of Beauvais,
"and they had heard of me, and had been taught to pity me. When
they passed a prison of the State, they kept far from its
frowning walls, and looked up at its bars, and spoke in whispers.
She could never deliver me; I imagined that she always brought me
back after showing me such things. But then, blessed with the
relief of tears, I fell upon my knees, and blessed her."
"I am that child, I hope, my father. O my dear, my dear, will you
bless me as fervently to-morrow?"
"Lucie, I recall these old troubles in the reason that I have
to-night for loving you better than words can tell, and thanking
God for my great happiness. My thoughts, when they were wildest,
never rose near the happiness that I have known with you, and
that we have before us."
He embraced her, solemnly commended her to Heaven, and humbly
thanked Heaven for having bestowed her on him. By-and-bye, they
went into the house.
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