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"Be comforted!" he said, "I am not worth such feeling, Miss

Manette. An hour or two hence, and the low companions and low

habits that I scorn but yield to, will render me less worth such

tears as those, than any wretch who creeps along the streets. Be

comforted! But, within myself, I shall always be, towards you,

what I am now, though outwardly I shall be what you have

heretofore seen me. The last supplication but one I make to you,

is, that you will believe this of me."

"I will, Mr. Carton."