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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
chance threw them together in a court room where Charles Darnay, thru political trickery, was being tried for his life, on a charge of treason. The tide had been running decidedly against the accused, when Sidney Carton became aware of the strange resemblance; and, presenting himself at the bar, so confused the witnesses that the jury promptly gave a verdict of acquittal. The likeness, however, was purely physical. Darnay was serious, high-principled and industrious, d i ligently making the most of his life and
0 p p o r t unities. Carton was careless and dissipated, a n d found reek
1 e s s enjoym e n t in flinging away both time and talents.
It was evident to all the little circle that the friendship between Charles Darnay a n d Lucie was rapidly ripening
into love. The doctor and Mr. Lorry looked on with mingled feelings of satisfaction and regret. Sidney Carton looked on, apparently, with no feelings whatever.
But one afternoon Carton strolled into the little apartment, and found Lucie sitting alone.
"Miss Manette," he began abruptly, "I wish to tell you what is in my heart. Will you hear me?"
Lucie agreed, surprised at the seriousness she had never seen in him before.
"If it had been possible, Miss Manette, that you could have returned the love I have for you, I should have been conscious in spite of my happiness, that I should bring you misery. I know that you can feel no tenderness for me ; I am even thankful that this is so. But I am weak enough to wish you to know that, since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again. I have had unformed ideas of beginning anew. It is all a dream that ends in nothing. I know that I a m incapable of changi n'g my wort hless life, but in the hour of my death I shall hold sacred the r e m e m brance that my last avowal of myself was made to you, and that my faults were gently carried in your heart."
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me," he went on, earnestly, "as one who would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. The time is near, I can see it plainly, when new ties of affection will twine themselves about your gentle heart. When this time comes, think, now and then, in some quiet hour, that there is a friend who would give his life to keep a life you love beside you." Before Lucie could frame a reply, Carton said goodbye and left the house, carrying in his mind, to haunt his wasted days, a picture of her tender,