The
last few months have very eventful, and I have not had much time to write. I
have returned to France, hoping to rescue dear Gabelle and at last free my self
of my cursed Evremonde name, and all that it is associated with. However, I was
greeted upon returning to France with the utmost unwelcome, and was imprisoned
in La Force, Dr. Manette’s former prison. At last I received my trial, and thank
heavens, I was acquitted! Had I not been, I was sure to have faced the
guillotine! But the vary next day, I was again sent to the stone cold chambers
of La Force. Upon my next trial, my name of Evremonde eventually condemned me.
By accident, Dr. Manette himself has sent me to the guillotine, cursing my
family in a letter he wrote years before. While I know this to be an accident,
and do not hold him accountable, to face my death and leave Lucie is a grave
feeling. No more will I hear her voice, feel her warm touch, or kiss her soft
lips. I leave this world unfairly and unjustly. I would hope others are able to
avoid a similar fate as mine. Goodbye Lucie, I love you.
I
owe my life to one of the greatest men I have ever known: Sydney Carton. My
last clear recollection of the man was of him instructing me to remove my clothes,
replacing them with others. I have now realized this odd request was Carton
saving my life. He played as my double, taking the cold blade of the guillotine
for me. I see now the true man behind his eyes, a man of incredible courage and
love. Lucie and I have named our second son after him: Sydney. I feel proud and
honored to have known such a man. May his spirit and good soul life on forever. 
I am
in love! I intend to propose to Dr. Manette’s beautiful daughter Lucie. Over
the past year, my love for her has grown stronger by the day, and I hope to
make her my wife. Today I visited Dr. Manette, telling him of my true love for
Lucie. Thankfully ,I have his support! But my true identity still haunts me. I
attempted to tell the doctor of my true name today, and I confessed that it is
indeed not Darnay, however he stopped me short, insisting I tell him only after
our marriage. I reluctantly agreed, but I must lift this heavy burden off my
chest as soon as I am able. Nevertheless, am I ecstatic with joy! My teachings
here in London as going quite well, and I have plans to marry the woman of my
dreams. 
Today, I stood on trial for a crime I did not commit. I have
been accused of treason, divulging English information to King Louis XVI of
France. It is preposterous! I have done nothing of the sort! I believe I am
being framed, but by whom, I am not sure. It is possible that an adversary has
secretly been out to take me down, perhaps because of my past, and the name
that still haunts me. Fortunately, I have been proven innocent thanks to an
astute observation by Mr. Stryver of my similar appearance to that of Mr.
Stryver’s colleague, Sydney Carton. But again I saw lovely Lucie. Her kind
words and beauty have a strong hold on me, a feeling I have never felt before.
She often leaves me longing for our next encounter, something I look forward to
each day. I am beginning to fall for her.