This is that written paper.
I have made it my business to examine some specimens of the writing of Doctor Manette.
This is the writing of Doctor Manette.
I confide this paper, in the writing of Doctor Manette, to the hands of the President."
"Let it be read."
In a dead silence and stillness-the prisoner under trial looking lovingly at his wife, his wife only looking from him to look with solicitude at her father, Doctor Manette keeping his eyes fixed on the reader, Madame Defarge never taking hers from the prisoner, Defarge never taking his from his feasting wife, and all the other eyes there intent upon the Doctor, who saw none of them-the paper was read, as follows.
X. The Substance of the Shadow
I, Alexandre Manette, unfortunate physician, native of Beauvais, and afterwards resident in Paris, write this melancholy paper in my doleful cell in the Bastille, during the last month of the year, 1767.
I write it at stolen intervals, under every difficulty.
I design to secrete it in the wall of the chimney, where I have slowly and laboriously made a place of concealment for it.