Saturday, March 3, 2012

12 February 1780




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.

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