Because of you, dear stranger, I am calm.I think you were sent to me by God, 'she whispers.'Or perhaps He sent you to me, 'says Sydney Carton.'Keep your eyes on me, dear child, and do not think of anything else. ''I do not mind while I hold your hand.I shall not mind when I let it go, if they are quick. ''They are quick. Fear not！'She kisses his lips；he kisses hers. Now the Guillotine is waiting.The young girl goes next, before him. The women count Twenty－Two, and Carton walks forward.Twenty-Three.They said of him that it was the most peaceful face ever seen thereWhat passed through Sydney Carton's mind as he walked those last steps to his death? Perhaps he saw into the future.'I see Barsad, Defarge, the judges, all dying under this terrible machine.I see a beautiful city being built in this terrible place.