They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. β The lady opened her eyes very wide indeed. "I understand," she said. βAn uncle in New York is dead, and has left him loads of money. β She said wistfully. Still, she knew instinctively that all of Sidney Carton's life had not been put upon the printed page. β Tears glistened in her eyes. And, though neither peace nor innocence can be restored to my bosom; though tears cannot blot out my offences, nor sorrow drown my shame; yet, knowing that my penitence is sincere, I do not despair that my transgressions may be forgiven.
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