Livre · A Tale of Two Cities
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Auteur: Charles Dickens
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"If it ever becomes mine, it shall be put into some hands better
qualified to free it slowly (if such a thing is possible) from
the weight that drags it down, so that the miserable people who
cannot leave it and who have been long wrung to the last point of
endurance, may, in another generation, suffer less; but it is not
for me. There is a curse on it, and on all this land."
"And you?" said the uncle. "Forgive my curiosity; do you, under
your new philosophy, graciously intend to live?"
"I must do, to live, what others of my countrymen, even with
nobility at their backs, may have to do some day--work."
"In England, for example?"
"Yes. The family honour, sir, is safe from me in this country.
The family name can suffer from me in no other, for I bear it in
no other."
The ringing of the bell had caused the adjoining bed-chamber to
be lighted. It now shone brightly, through the door of
communication. The Marquis looked that way, and listened for the
retreating step of his valet.
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