"to none. no, miss manette, to none. if you will hear me through a very little more, all you can ever do for me is done. i wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. in my degradation i have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that i thought had died out of me. since i knew you, i have been troubled by a remorse that i thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that i thought were silent for ever. i have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. a dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but i wish you to know that you inspired it."