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Yazar: Charles Dickens

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"She kissed the boy, and said, caressing him, 'It is for thine
own dear sake. Thou wilt be faithful, little Charles?' The child
answered her bravely, 'Yes!' I kissed her hand, and she took him
in her arms, and went away caressing him. I never saw her more.
"As she had mentioned her husband's name in the faith that I knew
it, I added no mention of it to my letter. I sealed my letter,
and, not trusting it out of my own hands, delivered it myself
that day.
"That night, the last night of the year, towards nine o'clock, a
man in a black dress rang at my gate, demanded to see me, and
softly followed my servant, Ernest Defarge, a youth, up-stairs.
When my servant came into the room where I sat with my wife--O my
wife, beloved of my heart! My fair young English wife!--we saw
the man, who was supposed to be at the gate, standing silent
behind him.
"An urgent case in the Rue St. Honore, he said. It would not
detain me, he had a coach in waiting.

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