"be comforted!" he said, "i am not worth such feeling, miss manette. an hour or two hence, and the low companions and low habits that i scorn but yield to, will render me less worth such tears as those, than any wretch who creeps along the streets. be comforted! but, within myself, i shall always be, towards you, what i am now, though outwardly i shall be what you have heretofore seen me. the last supplication but one i make to you, is, that you will believe this of me."