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 | If it had been possible that you could have returned my love—flung away, wasted, drunken, poor creature of misuse as you know me to be—in spite of my happiness, I would bring you to misery, bring you to sorrow and repentance, pull you down with me. I know very well that you can have no tenderness for me; I ask for none; I am even thankful you. | |
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| Without it, can I not save you, Mr. Carton? Can I not recall you—forgive me again! —to a better course?I know you would say this to no one else. Can I turn it to no good account for yourself? | |
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| If you will listen to me a little while longer, you will have done everything you could do for me. I want you to know that you have been my last hope. You took me, a poor, broken man, and made me want to be a better man.Will you let me believe, when I remember this day, that I told you the last secret of my life and that you kept it? And that no one will ever know about it? | |
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| If that will bring you comfort, yes. it’s your secret, not mine. I promise to respect that and to tell no one.I hope you do better things with your life, Mr. Carton. | |
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| This is my last request. It is useless to say, but I can’t help myself. I would do anything for you or the people you care about. If I were capable of making a sacrifice for you, I would sacrifice anything for you. Think of me now and again, in quiet times, and know that I mean what I say. My last request is that you believe this. | |
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| I will, Mr. Carton. | |
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