Her sad smile as she said this touched Carton's heart.
'They say that the Revolution will do so much good for the poor people, 'said the girl. 'How can my death help the poor? If it is true, I am willing to die, but I do not know how that can be. I heard that you were set free, Citizen Evrémonde, 'she went on. 'I hoped it was true. '
“他们说革命会给穷人们带来很多好处。”女孩说道。“我的死能帮穷人什么忙呢? 如果能，那么我乐意去死。但我不明白这怎么可能呢? 我曾听说你被释放了的，埃弗蒙公民。”她接着说。“我当时希望这是真的。”
'It was, but I was taken again, and condemned. '
'When we go from here, Citizen Evrémonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid but I am little and weak, and it will help to make me brave. 'The young girl looked into his face and he saw a sudden doubt come into her eyes, followed by surprise. He touched his lips with his finger.
'Are you dying for him? 'she whispered.
'And his wife and child. Yes. '
'Oh, will you let me hold your brave hand, stranger? '
'Yes, my poor sister, to the last. '