A Sacrifice

So much has happened in the past few days. After Charles' trial the jury came to the verdict that he was guilty and sentenced to death because of the evidence the Defarges had, a letter from my own father. Charles was accused based on the contents of my fathers letter, a telling of murder and mistreatment of a peasant family by Marquis Evermonde and his brother(Charles' father and uncle), but I know he is guilty of no fault. However, I now sit in the carriage with him by my side hopefully never to leave again.
For all of this my gratitude goes to Sydney Carton, a dear friend of mine who, because of his resemblance to Charles, took my husbands place on the guillotine. Carton did this because he loved me and wanted me to have a life with my family.
I am thankful that I can finally return home to London and be with my family. Sydney Carton will be dearly missed, but I will always remember him as the man who revived my life and allowed me to be with my family again, to be with my beloved Charles again.

Gone Again

It has been over a year since Charles was put in prison. He returned yesterday from his trial a freed man, but was just rearrested moments ago. The only time I saw my Charles was walking outside the prison waiting for him to look out of the window, and now he is being taken from me again. This time I fear more for his life because there is even more chaos, now that the King and Queen have been beheaded. We have been told that he was accused by the Defarges, whom we thought were our allies, and another who can not be named. This world has turned into such madness and I am beginning to think it will never end. My Charles is gone again and I want him back.

Jail

My father and I have arrived in Paris. We came in order to speak with Mr. Lorry, now that he has also moved work to Paris, and because we have received the terrible news that my Charles was put in jail. Although I know it is not safe here, I refuse to leave without my love. I am extremely worried for Charles. I hear he is being held at La Force, and as both my father and Lorry are acting secretive and strange I know I need to worry. Mr. Lorry has decided to place me and my father in a nearby lodging so we can be close and hopefully my father can assist in helping Charles out of prison. As for me, I have just met with Madame Defarge. I remember her as the woman knitting in the wine shop, but knew no more of her until today. She said she wanted to familiarize herself with me in order to protect me in the future, but I am still uncertain why I need protection. However, both Madame Defarge and the woman with her give me an uneasy feeling, I am confused of their motives.
Today, however, I did receive a note from my beloved Charles that told me to take courage. It is good to know he is thinking of me, but I still fear greatly for him.

A turn for the worst

I awoke this morning with the news that Charles had left for France. I do not fully understand the meaning of his leaving, but only know he is helping an old friend. He left with no warning except a note saying he had already left for France. I know if he would have told me he was going I would have tried to stop him, but I do not know why Charles wanted to leave me. He says he will return soon, but I am terribly worried because I hear of all that is going on in Paris. It seems as if complete chaos has covered the city, and there has been news of hangings along with a new form of execution, La Guillotine. It seems as if this were the worst timing for his departure, and only pray he will be safe. I do not think I can lose another person so close to me. I am trying to stay strong for little Lucie's sake, but i can barley hold back the tears welled up inside me.

Little Lucie and a Great Loss

I have been married for a few years now and have a beautiful daughter named Lucie. She is called little Lucie because she greatly resembles me, just as I did my mother, with her golden locks of hair. Although I am delighted with my daughter, I also mourn the death of my son. His life was so short lived it saddens me, and I know it was hard on Charles as well. But for now we must move forward and enjoy the family we do have. I hear of all the bad that is taking place in both London and France and I am only grateful my family is not a part of it.

Love

It has been some time now and I am to be married to Charles Darnay tomorrow. It seems like just yesterday I met him on the boat returning from France, and now we are starting a life together. I have always seen Charles as a wonderful man who is caring and loving towards me and my father. He helped me care for my fathers sickness on the boat, and I was able to return the favor as a witness in his trial where he was falsely accused of treason. I believe I have loved him since the day he kissed my hand with gratitude following his acquittal. I could not think of or imagine another man to be as wonderful as Charles has been. Charles respects my relationship with my father and they even have a relationship of their own that I admire greatly.
There is also another man who has become a good friend of mine. Sydney Carton, who helped free Charles from prison, has promised me he loves me and will do anything for me, even die. It seems dramatic but I know he means well and only wants what is best for me and knows that Charles and I were meant to be together.
My father has also gotten more accustomed to life outside of prison. Although he used to occasionally slip back into his state of shoe making and solidarity, I believe he has learned to deal with his new life much better. I am so thankful for the new life I have been given through my father and Charles. They are both such a blessing to me.

Home Sweet Home

I am home in England at last and my father is at my side. When we arrived at the room where he was being held I could not bear to leave him for one more minute in the wretched place. I was hesitant at first, but I soon realised he was not a danger that needed to be locked away as the wine shop owner had thought. As I stepped into the room he instantly reached for a small bag that he kept in his pocket and revealed a golden lock of hair similar to my own. At that moment I was no longer worried of meeting him, because I knew he loved me and my mother enough to remember us after eighteen years in prison. Our bond as child and father had not been severed by the time apart and I felt deep compassion for him. However, Mr. Lorry was still hesitant about bringing my father home to England. He saw the state my father was in due to the years of confinement and did not think he was ready to be brought back into the world, but I refused to be separated from the only family I had. Mr. Lorry then proceed to make arrangements for our travel home and I was left to have time alone with my father. I told him of the life we would live together and saw a joy in his eyes that can not be explained. I hope he will soon return to his normal state, but I know he has gone through so much in his life and I am just glad to have my father returned to me.

I am not an orphan

I learned last night that i am not an orphan.
After believing since a young age that both my parents were dead, this news was completely unexpected. I had gotten word to meet Mr. Lorry, who i knew as the man in charge of my affairs that had brought me to London after the death of my mother, at the Royal George Hotel in Dover. I thought I was receiving a propriety from my father, but instead I was greeted with a message that changed my life. When I arrived at the Hotel Mr. Lorry informed me that my father, a former doctor, had never died, but had been in prison and was now being kept at an old servants house in Paris.
I am writing this in the carriage on the way to meet my father for the first time in eighteen years. Mr. Lorry has asked me to go with him in order to identify my father and to restore his life. I am a mix of feelings at the moment. I do not know weather to be excited or terrified, but I am definitely nervous. Will he remember me? Will he love me? Will i love him? It all happened so fast that i can barley believe it. One minute I was an orphan and now I have a father. I have a family again. I know it will be a while before I get comfortable with the new life I will have with my father, but I am hopeful our meeting will go well and thankful that he is alive.