The Ending

It has been one year and three months since my Charles has been in that dreadful place, I have been worried sick wondering when and if the guillotine would take my husbands life. My father told me about a place where i can stand and Charles can look out the window and see me, even if I cant see him it still gives me comfort knowing he can see me, so i go there everyday from two to four, whatever the weather, and wait. More days have passed and I have stopped counting them by now. My husband has been returned and taken from me once again, I don't know what we will do now. My daughter and I have been ushered from our house and into a horse, they have told us nothing but I am certain we are getting my husband back. We are waiting here in the carriage... waiting..... and waiting. The door opens and my glorious husband steps in, I nearly fainted. As we are there crying in each others arms, Darnay tells us the story about his savior. It was Carton, the one who looks so much like Darnay, that stepped in his place. He took Darnay's place in line to die, that sweet man saved my family. I will pray he finds peace and I will be forever grateful for his sacrifice.

                                                                                                                   Lucie Manette   

Charles is in jail

Three years have passed and the date is now 1792, I have just read this letter addressed to Dr.Manette and myself from my dear husband Charles, it is a farewell letter. I am nervous that he has done something reckless. The doctor and myself are going to travel to the Tellson's bank in Paris to speak with Mr.Lorry and inform him that Charles is imprisoned in La Force. My father feels that he can help rescue my husband because he too, was once imprisoned in La Force. Mr.Lorry and my father have asked me to go into another room so they may speak in private, I am worried about what they may be talking about. Miss Pross, my daughter, and I have been moved to a more secure lodging and they have left Mr.Cruncher to guard us. I have received little news from anyone regarding my husbands current status but I do think they have a plan to return my husband safely to me. Until next time........

                                                                                                                               Lucie Manette

  

Lucie Manette-Darnay

My life is very different now, I have married the wonderful  Darnay and it is now July of 1789. Charles and I have a beautiful daughter little Lucie, she is just six. And even in the worst of times we have got through it together. When I birthed my son, we couldn't have been happier, my beautiful baby boy got sick and was taken to god, but even then the tears I cried weren't all of agony and my husband was there to comfort me. Both of my kids, little Lucie and my son, have a strange sympathy for Mr. Carton, Lucie is very attached to Mr. Carton. The echos I hear now are not always of good things, there is a rumbling in the distance, like a great storm rising in France. It worries me but I try not to show this worry to Lucie who in her years is to young to understand what is soon to happen. Until next time....
                                                                                                                             Lucie Manette

Four months later

It is now four months later and my father and I have made a home for ourselves here in London, we have become very good friends with Jarvis Lorry and he often comes calling to our house, which he says is on the nicest street corner and often says that all you can hear are the sparrows behind the house and the echos. I often find myself listening to the echos of the world around me and I imagine that the footsteps I hear are from people who will eventually enter into my life.  Just this afternoon Mr.Lorry  came by our house but the Dr and I were out, thank goodness Miss. Pross was there to keep Mr. Lorry company, but I often speculate what they talk about. Miss Pross probably rambles about how the only proper suitor for me is her horrid brother Solomon, but I have thinking about someone else that has recently entered into my life, Charles Darnay. Until next time....

                                                                                                                Lucie Manette

  

Reunited

It is November of 1775 and I'm writing this from Dover, in England. I have traveled all the way from London to be told information that very well might change my life. My father that has been dead in my mind for 18 years, is very much alive. I've met with this strange man, the man who told me about my fathers current whereabouts. He keeps referring to this ordeal as strictly business, he goes by the name of Jarvis Lorry. I have seen the poor soul of my father and I have seen what 18 years in the Bastille will do to a person, now my father, odd as he may be with his shoe making habits, is still my father and I intend to care for him with the utmost consideration and vigilance. Until next time....
                                                                                                                 Lucie Manette