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"Dear Doctor Manette, always knowing this, always seeing her and

you with this hallowed light about you, I have forborne, and

forborne, as long as it was in the nature of man to do it. I have

felt, and do even now feel, that to bring my love--even

mine--between you, is to touch your history with something not

quite so good as itself. But I love her. Heaven is my witness

that I love her!"

"I believe it," answered her father, mournfully. "I have thought

so before now. I believe it."