Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Talking Book | English | 3/8

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chapter five and six of book three of Lamy Sahab volume five by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Katherine Lee Mesa gob volume five by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book three Lima Sahab chapter five in the case of sand as in that of woman there is a fineness which is treacherous he felt that he was entering the water and that he no longer had a pavement under his feet but only mud it sometimes happens that on certain shores of Kitaen or Scotland a man either a traveler or a fisherman while walking at low tide on the beach far from shore suddenly notices that for several minutes past he has been walking with some difficulty the beach under foot is like pitch his soles stick fast to it it is no longer sand in his birdlime The Strand is perfectly dry but in every step that he takes as soon as the foot is raised the print is filled with water the eye however has perceived no change the immense beach is smooth and tranquil all the sand has the same aspect nothing distinguishes the soil that is solid from that which is not solid the joyous little cloud of sound lace continues to leap tumultuously under the feet of the passerby the man pursues his way he walks on turns to warns the land endeavours to approach the shore he is not uneasy uneasy about what only he is conscious that the heaviness of his feet seems to be increasing at every step that he takes all at once he sinks in he sinks in two or three inches decidedly he is not on the right Road he halts to get his bearings suddenly he glances at his feet his feet have disappeared the sand has covered them he draws his feet out of the sand he tries to retrace his steps he turns back he sinks in more deeply than before the sand is up to his ankles he tears himself free from it and flings himself to the left the sound reaches to mid leg he flings himself to the right the sand comes up to his knees then with indescribable terror he recognizes the fact that he is caught in a quicksand and that he has beneath him that frightful medium in which neither man can walk nor fish can swim he flings away his burden if he have one heel agents himself like a ship in distress it is too late the sand is above his knees he shouts he waves his hat or his handkerchief the sand continually gains on him if the beach is deserted if the land is too far away if the bank of sand is too ill-famed there is no hero in the neighborhood all is over he is condemned to be engulfed he is condemned to that terrible interment long infallible implacable which it is impossible to either in retard or hasten which lasts for hours which will not come to an end which seizes you erect free in the flush of health which drags you down by the feet which at every effort that you attempt at every shout that you utter draws you a little lower which has the air of punishing you for your resistance by a redoubled grasp which forces a man to return slowly to earth while leaving him time to survey the horizon the trees the verdant country the smoke of the villages on the plain the sails of the ships on the sea the birds which fly and sing the Sun and the sky this engulfment is the sepulchre which assumes a tide and which mounts from the depths of the earth towards a living man each minute is an durable layer out of the dead the wretched man tries to sit down to lie down to climb every movement that he makes buries him deeper he straightens himself up he sinks he feels that he is being swallowed up he shrieks employers cries to the clouds rings his hands grows desperate behold him in the sand up to his belly the sound reaches to his breast he is only a bus to know he uplifts his hands utters furious groans clenches his nails on the beach tries to cling fast to that ashes supports himself on his elbows in order to raise himself from that soft sheath and sobs frantically the sound bounce higher the sound has reached his shoulders the sound reaches to his throat homie his face is visible now his mouth cries aloud the sound fills it silence his eyes still gaze forth the sound closes them night then his brow decreases a little hair Quivers above the sand and hand projects pierces the surface of the beach waves and disappears sinister obliteration of a man sometimes a rider is engulfed with his horse sometimes the Carter is swallowed up with his cart all founders in that strand it is shipwreck elsewhere than in the water it is the earth drowning a man the earth permeated with the ocean becomes a pitfall it presents itself in the guise of a plane and it yawns like a wave the abyss is subject to these treacheries this melancholy fate always possible uncertain sea beaches was also possible 30 years ago in the sewers of Paris before the important works undertaken in 1833 the subterranean drain of Paris was subject to these sudden slides the water filtered into certain subjects and strata which were particularly friable the footway which was of flagstones as in the ancient sewers or Cement on concrete as in the new galleries having no longer an underpinning gave way a fold in the flooring of this sort means a crack means crumbling the framework crumbled away for a certain length this crevice the hiatus of a gulf of mire was called a fonti in the special tongue what is a fonti it is the quick sands of the seashore suddenly encountered under the surface of the earth it is the beach of mossy Michel in a sewer the soaked soil is in a stage of fusion as it were all its molecules are in suspension in soft medium it is not earth and it is not water the depth is sometimes very great nothing can be more formidable than such an encounter if the water predominates death is prompt the man is swallowed up if Earth predominates death is slow can anyone picture to himself such a death if being swallowed by the earth is terrible on the seashore what is it in a cesspool instead of the open air the broad daylight the clear horizon those vast sounds those free clouds whence rains life instead of those barks descried in the distance of that hope under all sorts of forms of probable passers-by of succour possible up to the very last moment instead of all this deafness blindness a black vault the inside of a tomb already prepared death in the mire beneath a cover slow suffocation by filth a stone box where asphyxia opens its claw in the mire and clutches you by the throat feeted 'no Smigel dwith the death rattle slime instead of the Strand sulfur entered hydrogen in place of the hurricane dung in place of the ocean and to shout to Nash one's teeth and to Ryan and to struggle and to agonize with that enormous City which knows nothing of it all over one's head inexpressible as the horror of dying thus death sometimes redeems his atrocity by a certain terrible dignity on the funeral pile in shipwreck one can be great in the flames as in the foam a superb attitude is possible one there becomes transfigured as one perishes but not here death is filthy it is humiliating to expire the supreme floating visions are abject mud is synonymous with shame it is petty ugly infamous to die in a butt of Malvoisie like Clarence is permissible in the ditch of a scavenger like escu blow is horrible to struggle very in is hideous at the same time that what is going through the death agony when is floundering about there are shadows enough for hell and mire enough to render it nothing but a slough and the dying man knows not whether he is on the point of becoming a Spectre or a frog everywhere else the Sepulcher is sinister here it is deformed the depth of the fonti varied as well as their length and their density according to the more or less bad quality of the subsoil sometimes a foam tea was three or four feet deep sometimes eight or ten sometimes the bottom was unfathomable here the mire was almost solid they are almost liquid in the loonie air form tea it would have taken a man a day to disappear while he would have been devoured in five minutes by the filippo slew the mayer bears up more or less according to its density a child can escape where a man will perish the first law of safety is to get rid of every sort of load every sewer man who felt the ground giving way beneath him began by flinging away his sack of tools or his back basket was hard the fonti were due to different causes the friability of the soil some lamb slip at a death beyond the reach of man the violent summer rain the incessant flooding of winter long drizzling showers sometimes the weight of the surrounding houses or a Marley or sandy soil forced out the vaults of the subterranean galleries and caused them to bend aside or a chance that a flooring vault burst and spelt under this crushing thrust in this manner the heaping up of the Parthenon obliterated a century ago a portion of the vaults of San Genevieve Hill when a sewer was broken in under the pressure of the houses the mischief was sometimes portrayed in the street above by sort of space like the teeth of a saw between the paving stones this crevice was developed in an undulating line throughout the entire length of the cracked vault and then the evil being visible the remedy could be promptly applied it also frequently happened that the interior ravages were not revealed by any external scar and in that case woe to the sermon when they entered without precaution into the sewer they were liable to be lost ancient registers make mention of several scavengers who were buried in form T in this manner they give many names among others that of the sewer man who was swallowed up in a quagmire under the manhole of the rink kerim Cano a certain blaze between this blaze between was the brother of Nicola Putin who was the last gravedigger of the cemetery called the Shawnee a desi no song in 1785 the epoch when that cemetery expired there was also that young and charming become disco blue of whom we have just spoken one of the heroes of the siege of lorida where they delivered the assault in silk stocking with violins at their head desk Umbro surprised one night at his cousin's the duchess too salty was was drowned in a quagmire of the boat a sewer in which he had taken refuge in order to escape from the Duke but down to salty when informed of his death demanded her smelling bottle and forgot to weep through sniffing at her salts in such cases there is no love which holds fast the sewer extinguishes it Hiro refuses to wash the body of Leander thisly stops her nose in the presence of Aramis and says phew chapter 6 the fonti Java found himself in the presence of a forty this sort of quagmire was common at that period in the subsoil of Ash's ELISA difficult to handle in the hydraulic works and a bad preservative of the subterranean constructions on account of its excessive fluidity this fluidity exceeds even the inconsistency of the sands on the DSL jaws which could only be conquered by a stone construction on a concrete foundation and the Clay's strata infected with gas of the Cartier Demark tear which are so liquid that the only way in which a passage was effected under the gallery de mark tear was by means of a cast-iron pipe when in 1836 the old stone sewer beneath the football sentano in which we now see Java was demolished for the purpose of reconstructing it the quick sound which forms the subsoil of the shoals of easy as far as the sin now presented such an obstacle that the operation lasted nearly six months to the great clamor of the dwellers on the river side particularly those who had hotels and carriages the work was more than unhealthy it was dangerous it was true that they had four months and a half of rain and three floods of descend the faulty would show mahjongg had encountered was caused by the downpour of the preceding day the pavement badly sustained by the sabji scence and had given way and had produced a stoppage of the water infiltration had taken place a slip had followed the dislocated bottom had sunk into the ooze to what extent impossible to say the obscurity was more dense there than elsewhere it was a pit of mire in a cavern of night Jean Valjean felt the pavement vanishing beneath his feet he entered this slime there was water on the surface slime at the bottom he must Bassitt to retrace his steps was impossible Marius was dying and Jean Valjean exhaustion besides where was he to go Jean Valjean Vance more over the pit seemed for the first few steps not to be very deep but in proportion as he advanced his feet plunged deeper soon he had the slime up to his calves and water above his knees he walked on raising Marius in his arms as far above the water as he could the mire now reached to his knees and the water to his waist he could no longer retreat this mud dense enough for one man could not obviously uphold to Marius and Jean Valjean would have stood a chance of extricating themselves singly Jean Valjean tin you'd to advance supporting the dying man who was perhaps a corpse the water came up to his armpits he felt that he was sinking it was only with difficulty that he could move in the depth of the ooze which he had now reached the density which was his support was also an obstacle he still held Marius on high and with an unheard-of expenditure of force he advanced still but he was sinking he had only his head above the water now and his two arms holding up Marius in old paintings of the deluge there is a mother holding her child thus he sank still deeper he turned his face to the rear to escape the water and in order that he might be able to breathe anyone who had seen him in that gloom would have thought that what he beheld was a mask floating on the shadows he caught a faint glimpse above him of the drooping head and livid face of Marius he made a desperate effort and launched his foot forward his foot struck something solid a point of support it was high time he straightened himself up and rooted himself upon that point of support with a sort of fury this produced upon him the effect of the first step in a staircase leading back to life the point of support thus encountered in the mire at the supreme moment was the beginning of the other watershed of the payment which had bent but had not given way and which had curved under the water like a plank and in a single piece well-built pavements form a vault and possess this sort of firmness this fragment of the vaulting partly submerged but solid was a veritable inclined plane and once on his plane he was safe Jean Valjean mounted this inclined plane and reached the other side of the quagmire as he emerged from the water he came in contact with a stone and fell upon his knees he reflected that this was but just and he remained there for some time with his soul absorbed in words addressed to God he rose to his feet shimmering chilled foul-smelling bowed beneath the dying man whom he was dragging after him all dripping with slime and his soul filled with a strange light end of book 3 chapter 5 and six recording by Catherine Hongkong March 2010 after seven and eight of book three of Lamy Sahab vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Katherine de musica vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 3 Jean Valjean chapter 7 1 sometimes runs a ground when one fancies that one is disembarking he set out on his way once more however although he had not left his life in the fonti he seemed to have left his strength behind him there that supreme effort had exhausted him his lassitude was now such that he was obliged to pause for breath every three or four steps and lean against the wall once he was forced to see himself on the banquette in order to alter Marius position and he thought that he should have to remain there but if his vigor was dead his energy was not he rose again he walked on desperately almost fast proceeded thus for a hundred paces almost without drawing breath and suddenly came in contact with the wall he had reached an elbow of a sewer and arriving at the turn with head bent down he had struck the wall he raised his eyes and at the extremity of the vault very very far away in front of him he perceived a light this time it was not that terrible light he was good white light it was daylight Jean Valjean saw the outlet a damned soul who in the midst of the furnace should suddenly perceive the outlet of Gehenna would experience where Jean Valjean felt it would fly wildly with stumps of its burned wings towards that radiant portal Jean Valjean was no longer conscious of fatigue he no longer felt Marius wait he found his legs once more of Steel he ran rather than walked as he approached the outlet became more and more distinctly defined it was appointed arch lower than the vault which gradually narrowed and narrower than the gallery which closed in as the vault grew lower the tunnel ended like the interior of the funnel a faulty construction imitated from the wickets of penitentiaries logical in a prison illogical in a sewer and which has since been corrected jean valjean reached the outlet there he halted it certainly was the outlet but he could not get out the arch was closed by a heavy grating and the grating which to all appearance rarely swung on its rusty hinges was clamped to its stone jamb by a thick lock which red with rust seems like an enormous brick the keyhole could be seen and the robust latch deeply sunk in the iron staple the door was plainly double locked it was one of those prison locks which old Paris was so fond of lavishing beyond the grating was the open air the river the daylight the shore very narrow but sufficient for escape the distant Keys Paris that gulf in which one so easily hides oneself the broad horizon Liberty on the right downstream the bridge of Jena was discernible on the left upstream the bridge of the invalid the place would have been a propitious one in which to await the night and to escape it was one of the most solitary points in Paris the shore which faces the Conn caillou flies were entering and emerging through the bars of the grating it might have been half-past eight o'clock in the evening the day was declining Jean Valjean laid Marius down along the wall on the dry portion of the vaulting then he went to the grating and clenched both fists round the bars the shock which he gave it was frenzied but it did not move the grating did not stir Jean Valjean seized the bars one after the other in the hope that he might be able to tear away the least saw and to make of it a lever wherewith to raise the door or break the lock not a bar stirred the teeth of a tiger are not more firmly fixed in their sockets no lever no prying possible the obstacle was invincible there was no means of opening the gate must he then stopped there what was he to do what was to become of him he had not the strength to retrace his steps to recommence the journey which he had already taken besides how was he to again traverse in a quagmire whence he had only extricated himself as by a miracle and after the quagmire was there not the police patrol which assuredly could not be twice avoided and then whither was he to go what direction should he pursue to follow the incline would not conduct him to his goal if he were to reach another outlet he would find it obstructed by a plug or a grating every outlet was undoubtedly closed in that matter chance had unsealed the grating through which he had entered but it was evident that all the other sewer mouths were barred he had only succeeded in escaping into a prison all was over everything that Jean Valjean had done was useless exhaustion had ended in failure they were both caught in the immense and gloomy web of death and Jean Valjean felt the terrible spider running along those black strands and quivering in the shadows he turned his back to the grating and fell upon the pavement hurled to earth rather than seated close to Marius who still made no movement and with his head bent between his knees this was the last drop of anguish of what was he thinking during this profound depression neither of himself nor of Marius he was thinking of Cosette chapter 8 the Turin coattail in the midst of this prostration a hand was laid on his shoulder and a low voice said to him half shares some person in that gloom nothing so closely resembles a dream as there ja Valjean thought that he was dreaming he had heard no footsteps was it possible he raised his eyes the man stood before him this man was clad in a blouse his feet were bare he held his shoes in his left hand he had evidently removed them in order to reach Jean Valjean without allowing his steps to be heard Jean Valjean did not hesitate for an instant unexpected as was this encounter this man was known to him the man was to nauseate although awakened so to speak with a start Jean Valjean accustomed to alarms and steeled to unforeseen shocks that must be promptly parried instantly regained possession of his presence of mind moreover the situation could not be made worse a certain degree of stress is no longer capable of a crescendo and to nadie himself could add nothing to this blackness of this night a momentary pause ensued tonality a raising his right hand to a level with his forehead formed with it a shade then he brought his eyelashes together by screwing up his eyes a motion which in connexion with a slight contraction of the mouth characterizes the sagacious attention of a man who is endeavoring to recognize another man he did not succeed Jean Valjean as we have just stated had his back turned to the light and he was moreover so disfigured so be mired so bleeding that he would have been unrecognizable in full noonday on the contrary illuminated by the light from the grating a cellar light it is true livid yet precise in its livid Ness to now see a as the energetic popular metaphor expresses it immediately lept into jean valjean eyes this inequality of conditions suffice to assure some advantage to Jean Valjean in that mysterious jewel which was on the point of beginning between the two situations and the two men the encounter took place between Jean Valjean veiled and tonality a unmasked Jean Valjean immediately perceived that tonality a did not recognize him they surveyed each other for a moment in that half gloom as though taking each other's measure – now ca was the first to break the silence how are you going to manage to get out Jean Valjean made no reply tonality a continued it's impossible to pick the lock of that gate but still you must get out of this that is true said Jean Valjean well half shares then what do you mean by that you have killed that man that's all right I have the key to now see a pointed to Marius he went on I don't know you but I want to help you you must be a friend Jean Valjean began to comprehend tonality a took him for an assassin Tenaya da resumed listen Conrad you didn't kill that man without looking to see what he had in his pockets give me my half I'll open the door for you and half drawing from beneath his tattered blouse a huge key he added do you want to see how a key to Liberty is made look here Jean Valjean remained stupid the expression belongs to the elder corn a to such a degree that he doubted whether what he beheld was real it was Providence appearing in horrible guise and his good angels springing from ears in the form of tonality a da da da thrusts his fist into a large pocket concealed under his blouse drought a rope and offered it to Jean Valjean hold on said he I'll give you the rope to boot what is the Rope for you will need a stone also but you can find one outside there's a heap of rubbish what am I to do with the stone idiot you'll want to sling that stiff into the river and you'll need a stone in a rope otherwise it would float on the water Jean Valjean took the rope there is no one who does not occasionally except in this mechanical way – now da snapped his fingers as though an idea had suddenly occurred to him ah see here comrade how did you contrive to get out of that Slough yonder I haven't dared to risk myself in it you you don't smell good after a pause he added I'm asking you questions but you're perfectly right not to answer it's an apprenticeship against that curse and quarter of an hour before the examining magistrate and then when you don't talk at all you run no risk of talking too loud that's no matter as I can't see your face and as I don't know your name you are wrong it's supposing that I don't know who you are and what you want i twig you've broken up that gentleman a bit now you want to tuck him away somewhere the river that great hider of folly is what you want I'll get you out of your scrape helping a good fellow in a pinch is what suits me to a hair while expressing his approval of Jean Valjean silence he endeavored to force him to talk he jostled his shoulder in an attempt to catch a sight of his profile and he exclaimed without however raising his tone never PO of that quagmire you're a hearty animal why didn't you toss the man in there Jean Valjean preserved silence Tinashe resumed pushing the rang which served him as a cravat to the level of his Adam's apple a gesture which completes the capable air of a serious man after all you acted wisely the workmen when they come tomorrow to stop up that hole would certainly have found the stiff abandoned there and it might have been possible thread by thread straw by straw to pick up the scent and reach you someone has passed through the sewer who where did he get out was he seen to come out the police are full of cleverness the sewer is treacherous and tells tales of you such a find is a rarity it attracts attention very few people make use of the sewers for their affairs while the river belongs to everybody the river is the true grave at the end of a month they fish up your man in the nets at st. cloud well what does one care for that it's carrion who killed that man Paris and justice makes no inquiries you have done well the more loquacious to know the a became the more mute with Jean Valjean again – now da shook him by the shoulder now let's settle this business let's go shares you have seen Mikey show me your money tonight ei was Haggard fierce suspicious rather menacing yet amicable there was one singular circumstance tonality as matters were not simple he had not the air of being holy at his ease while effecting an air of mystery he spoke low from time to time he laid his finger on his mouth and muttered hush it was difficult to divine why there was no one there except themselves Jean Valjean thought that other ruffians might possibly be concealed in some nook not very far off and that tenant EA did not care to share with them – now he resumed let's settle up how much did the stiff have in his bags Jean Valjean searched his pockets it was his habit as the reader will remember to always have some money about him the mournful life of expedience to which he had been condemned imposed this as a law upon him on this occasion however he had been caught unprepared when donning his uniform of a National Guardsman on the preceding evening he had forgotten Dole fully absorbed as he was to take his pocketbook he had only some small change in his fob he turned out his pocket all soaked with Uzis and spread out on the bank hat of the vault one Louie doll – five franc pieces and five or six large sue tonality a thrust at his lower lip with a significant twist of the neck you knocked him over cheap said he he said – feeling the pockets of Jean Valjean and marios with the greatest familiarity Jean Valjean who was chiefly concerned in keeping his back to the light let him have his way while handling Mario's coat – now da with the skill of a pickpocket and without being noticed by Jean Valjean tore off a strip which he concealed under his blouse probably thinking that this morsel of stuff might serve later on to identify the assassinated man and the assassin however he found no more than 30 francs that's true said he both of you together have no more than that and forgetting his motto half shares he took all he hesitated a little over the large soo after due reflection he took them also muttering never mind you cut folks throats too cheap altogether that done he once more drew the big key from under his blouse now my friend you must leave it's like the fair here you pay when you go out you have paid now clear out and he began to laugh had he in lending to this stranger the aid of his key and in making some other man than himself emerge from that portal the pure and disinterested intention of rescuing an assassin we may be permitted to doubt this tonality a helped Jah Valjean to replace Marius on his shoulders then he be took himself to the grating on tiptoe and barefooted making Jean Valjean a sign to follow him looked out laid his finger on his mouth and remained for several seconds as though in suspense his inspection finished he placed the key in the lock the bolt slipped back and the gate swung open it neither grated or squeaked it moved very softly it was obvious that this gate and those hinges carefully oiled were in the habit of opening more frequently than was supposed the softness was suspicious it hinted at furtive comings and goings silent entrances and exits of nocturnal men and the wolf like tread of crime the sewer was evidently an accomplice of some mysterious band this taciturn grating was a receiver of stolen goods too now da opened the gate a little way allowing just sufficient space for Jean Valjean to pass out close to the grating again gave the key a double turn in the lock and plunged back into the darkness without making any more noise than a breath he seemed to walk with the velvet paws of a tiger a moment later that hideous Providence had retreated into the invisibility Jean Valjean found himself in the open air end of book 3 chapter 7 & 8 recording by Catherine Hongkong March 2010 chapter 9 of book 3 of lay miserab vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Brian Reid blame is Rob volume 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 3 mud but the soul chapter 9 Marius produces on someone who is a judge of the matter the effect of being dead he allowed Marius to slide down upon the shore they were in open air the miasmas darkness horror lay behind him the pure healthful living joyous air that was easy to breathe inundated him everywhere around him rained silence but that charming silence when the Sun has set in an unclouded azure sky twilight had descended night was drawing on the great deliverer the friend of all those who need a mantle of darkness that they may escape from an anguish this guy presented itself in all directions like an enormous calm the river flowed to his feet with the sound of a kiss the aerial dialogue of the nests bidding each other good night in the Elms of the Sham Polly was audible a few stars daintily piercing the pale blue of the zenith and visible to reverie alone formed imperceptible little splendors amid the immensity evening was unfolding over the head of Jean Valjean all the sweetness of the infinite it was that exquisite an undecided error which says neither yes nor no night was already sufficiently advanced to render it possible to lose oneself at a little distance and yet there was sufficient they like to permit a recognition at close quarters for several seconds Jean Valjean was irresistible overcome by that Auguste and caressing serenity such moments of oblivion do come to men suffering refrains from harassing the unhappy wretch everything is eclipsed in the thoughts peace broods over the dreamer like night and beneath the Twilight which beams and an imitation of the sky which is illuminated the soul becomes studded with stars Jean Valjean could not refrain from contemplating that vast clear shadow which rested over him thoughtfully he bathed in the sea of ecstasy and prayer in the majestic silence of the eternal heavens then he bent down swiftly to Marius as though the sentiment of duty had returned to him and dipping up water in the hollow of his hand he gently sprinkled a few drops on the latter's face Marius his eyelids did not open but as half open mouth still breathed Jean Valjean was on the point of dipping his hand in the river once more when all at once he experienced an indescribable embarrassment such as a person feels when there is someone behind him whom he does not see we have already alluded to this impression with which everyone is familiar he turned round someone was in fact behind him as there had been a short while before a man of lofty stature enveloped in a long coat with folded arms and bearing in his right fist a bludgeon of which the leaden head was visible stood a few paces in the rear of the spot where Jean Valjean was crouching over Marius with the aid of the darkness it seemed a sort of apparition an ordinary man would have been alarmed because of the Twilight a thoughtful man on account of the bludgeon Jean Valjean recognized Javert the reader has divined no doubt that fen rdas pursuer was no other than Javert Javert after his unlooked-for escaped from the barricade had taking himself to the prefecture of police had rendered a verbal account to the prefect in person in a brief audience had then immediately gone on duty again which implied the note the reader will recollect which have been captured on this person a certain surveillance of the shore on the right bank of the scene near the Shapley which had for some time passed aroused the attention of the police there he had caught sight of the NAR da and had followed him the reader knows the rest thus it will be easily understood that that grading so obligingly opened to Jean Valjean was a bit of cleverness on –then RDAs part the NAR da intuitively felt that Javert was still there the man spied upon has a scent which never deceives him it was necessary to fling a bone to that sleuth-hound an assassin like godsend such an opportunity must never be allowed to slip then our DA by putting Jean Valjean outside in his stead provided a prey for the police forced them to relinquish his scent made them forget him in a bigger adventure repaid Javert for his waiting which always flatters a spy earned 30 francs and counted with certainty so far as he himself was concerned on escaping with the aid of this diversion Jean Valjean had fallen from one danger upon another these two encounters this falling one after the other from thenar da upon Javert was a rude shock Javert did not recognize John Valjean who as we have stated no longer looked like himself he did not unfold his arms he made sure of his bludgeon in his fist by an imperceptible movement and said in a curt calm voice here I you I who is I Jean Valjean Javert thrust his bludgeon between his teeth bent his knees inclined his body laid his two powerful hands on the shoulders of Jean Valjean which were clamped within them as in a couple of vices scrutinized him and recognized him their faces almost touched surveyors look was terrible Jean Valjean remained inert beneath Javert grasp like a lion submitting to the claws of a Lynx Inspector Javert he said you have me in your power moreover I have regarded to myself as your prisoner ever since this morning I did not give you my address with any intention of escaping from you take me only granted me one favor Javert did not appear to hear him he kept his eyes riveted on Jean Valjean his chin being contracted thrust his lips upward toward his nose a sign of savage reverie at length he released Jean Valjean straightened himself stiffly up without spending grasps his bludgeon again firmly and as though in a dream he murmured rather than uttered this question what are you doing here and you is this man he still abstained from addressing Jean Valjean as thou Jean Valjean replied and the sound of his voice appeared to rouse ah there it is with regard to him that I desired to speak to you dispose of me as you see fit but first helped me to carry him home that is all I ask of you Javert face contracted as was always the case when any one seemed to think him capable of making a concession nevertheless he did not say no again he bent over drew from his pocket a handkerchief which he moistened in the water and with which he then wiped Marius his blood-stained brow this man was at the barricade said he in a low voice as though speaking to himself is the one they call Marius a spy of the first quality who had observed everything listened to everything and taken in everything even when he thought that he was to die who had played the spy even in his agony and to with his elbows leaning on the first step of the suppo Kerr had take notes he seiz'd Marius his hand and felt his pulse he's wounded said Jean Valjean he's a dead man said Javert Jean Valjean replied no nut it sir you have brought him thither from the barricade remark Javert his preoccupation must indeed have been very profound for him not to insist on this alarming rescue through the sewer and for him not to even notice John Valjean silence after his question Jean Valjean on his side seemed to have but one thought he resumed he leaves in male we defeat the kaffir with his grandfather I do not recollect his name Jean Valjean from Bolton Marius his pocket pulled out his pocketbook opened it at the page which Myers had penciled and held it out to Javert there was still sufficient light to admit of reading besides this severe possessed in his eye the feline phosphorescence of nightbirds he deciphered the few lines written by Marius and muttered kill em all Lilith you de Guevara number six then he exclaimed quatrain the reader will remember that the hackney-coach was waiting in case of need Javert kept Maris's pocketbook a moment later at the carriage which had descended by the inclined plane of the watering place was on the shore Marius was laid upon the back seat and Javert seated himself on the front seats beside Jean Valjean the door slammed and the carriage drove rapidly away ascending the quays in the direction of the Bastille they quitted the quays and entered the streets the coachman a black form on his box whipped up his thin horses a glacial silence reigned in the carriage Marius motionless with his body resting in the corner and his head drooping on his breast his arms hanging his leg stiff seemed to be a only a coffin Jean Valjean seemed made of shadow and Javert of stone and in that vehicle full of night whose interior every time that a past in front of his street lamp appeared to be turned lividly one as by an intermittent flash of lightning chance had United and seemed to be bringing face to face the three forms of tragic immobility the corpse the spectre and the statue end of book 3 chapter 9 recording by Brian Reid you can find more information on Brian Reid at his web site ar e ID the number 2 m e dot webs.com that's read to me that webs.com chapter 10 of book 3 of lame is revived by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Brian Reid blame is robbed vol 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 3 mud but the soul chapter 10 return of the son who was prodigal of his life at every jolt over the pavement a drop of blood trickled from Marius his hair night had fully closed in when the carriage arrived that number 6 rue de Fuca ver severe was the first to elect he made sure with one glance of the number on the carriage gate and raising the heavy knocker of beaten iron embellished in the old style with a male goat and a satire confronting each other he gave a violent peal the gates opened the little way and Javert gave it a push the porter half made his appearance yawning vaguely awake and with a candle in his hand everyone in the house was asleep people go to bed betimes in the Marais especially on days when there is a revolt this good old quarter terrified at the revolution takes refuge in slumber as children when they hear the Bugaboo coming hide their heads hastily under their coverlet in the meantime Jean Valjean and the coachman had taken Marius out of the carriage Jean Valjean supporting him under the armpits and the coachman under the knees as they thus bore Marius Jean Valjean slipped his hand under the ladders clothes which were broadly rent felt his breast and assured himself that his heart was still beating it was even beating a little less feebly as though the movement of the carriage had brought about a certain fresh access of life Javert addressed the porter in a tone befitting the government and the presence of the porter of affection some parson whose name is Kjell Armand here let you and she sim he son is brought back he son said the porter stupidly he's dead Jean Valjean who soiled and tattered stood behind Javert and tomb supporter was surveying with some horror made a sign to him with his head that this was not so the porter did not appear to understand either Javert 'he's words or Jean Valjean sign Javert continued he went to the barricade and dear E's tis a barricade it's a culated the porter he has got to have kid go waking his father the porter did not stir go along with you repeated Javert and he added there will be a funeral here tomorrow for severe the usual incidents of the public highway were categorically classed which is the beginning of foresight and surveillance and each contingency had its own compartment all possible facts were arranged in drawers as it were whence they emerged on occasion invariable quantities in the street uproar revolt carnival and funeral Porter contented himself with waking busk bah squawk Nicolette Nicolette roused great aunt Jill animals as for the grandfather they let him sleep on thinking that he would hear about the matter early enough in any case Marius was carried up to the first floor without anyone in the other parts of the house being aware of the fact and deposited on an old sofa in Monsieur gentleman's antechamber and while Basque went in search of a physician and while Nicolette opened the linen presses jean valjean felt severe touch him on the shoulder he understood and descended the stairs having behind him the step of Javert who was following him the porter watched them take their departure as he had watched their arrival in terrified somnolence they entered the carriage once more and the coachman mounted his box Inspector Javert says Jean grants me yet another favor let's Easy's demanders of air roughly let me get home for one instant then you shall do whatever you like with me Javert remained silent for a few moments with his chin drawn back into the colour of his greatcoat and he lowered the glass and front driver said he really arm arm number seven end of book 3 chapter 10 recording by Brian Reid you can find more information on Brian Reid at his website ar e ID the number to em e dot webs.com that's read to me dot webs.com chapter 11 of book 3 of lay miserable 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org according by Brian Reid blame is Rob volume 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 3 mud but the soul chapter 11 concussion in the absolute they did not open their lips again during the whole space of their ride what does Jean Valjean want to finish what he had begun to warn Cosette to tell her where Marius was to give her possibly some other useful information to take if he could certain final measures as for himself so far as he was personally concerned all was over he had been seized by Javert and had not resisted any other man than himself in the like situation would perhaps have had some vague thoughts connected with the rope which the NAR DA had given him and of the bars of the first cell that he should enter but let us impress it upon the reader after the bishop there had existed in Jean Valjean a profound hesitation in the presence of any violence even when directed against himself suicide that mysterious act of violence against the unknown which may contain in a measure the death of the soul was impossible to Jean Valjean at the entrance to the Rue de l'homme arm the carriage halted the way being too narrow to admit of the entrance of vehicles severe and Jean Valjean alighted the coachman humbly represented to monsieur le inspector that the you check the velvet of his carriage was all spotted with the blood of the assassinated man and with mire from the assassin that is the way he understood it he added that an indemnity was due him at the same time drawing his certificate book from his pocket he begged the inspector to have the goodness to write him a bit of an attestation Javert thrust aside the book which the coachman held out to him and said Emma you weren't including your time of waiting as a drive it comes to seven hours in the quarter replied the man and to me velvet was perfectly new eighty francs mr. inspector severe drew for Napoleon's from his pocket and dismissed the carriage Jean Valjean fancied that it was Javert intention to conduct him on foot to the post of the BLA mon toll or to the post of the archives both of which are close at hand they entered the streets it was deserted as usual severe follows Jean Valjean they reached number seven Jean Valjean knocked the door opened ET's red said severe garb stairs he added with a strange expression and as though he were exerting an effort in speaking in this manner I will wait for you ear Jean Valjean looked at Javert this mode of procedure was but little in accord with Javaris habits however he could not be greatly surprised that Javert should now have a sort of haughty confidence in him the confidence of the cat which grants the mouse liberty to the length of its claws seeing that Jean Valjean had made up his mind to surrender himself and to make an end of it he pushed open the door entered the house called to the porter who was in bed and who had pulled the cord from his couch a tease I and ascended the stairs on arriving at the first floor he paused all sorrowful roads have their stations the window and the landing place which was a sash window was open as in many ancient houses the staircase got its light from without and had a view on the streets the street Lantern situated directly opposite cast some light on the stairs and thus affected some economy in illumination jean valjean either for the sake of getting the air or mechanically thrusts his head out of this window he leaned out over the street it is short and the lantern lighted it from end to end Jean Valjean was over with amazement there was no longer anyone there severe had taken his departure end of book 3 chapter 11 recording by Brian Reed you can find more information on Brian Reed at his website our e ID the number 2 m e dot webs.com that's read to me that webs.com chapter 12 of book 3 of lay miserab vol 5 by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by Brian Reed lame miserable 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabelle Florence Hapgood book 3 mud butt the soil chapter 12 the grandfather Bosque and the Porter had carried Marius into the drawing room as he lay still stretched out motionless on the sofa upon which he had been placed on his arrival the doctor who had been sent for had hastened thither and Jilla Mont had risen and Dylan mon wenton came in a fright wringing her hands and incapable of doing anything was saying Evans easy possible at time she headed everything we'll recovered his blood when her first horror had passed a certain philosophy of the situation penetrated her mind and took form in the exclamation heat was bound to end this way she did not go so far as I told you so which is customary on this sort of occasion at the physicians orders a camp bed had been prepared beside the sofa the doctor examines Marius and after having found that his pulse was still beating that the wounded man had no very deep wound on his breast and that the blood on the corners of lips proceeded from his nostrils he had him placed flat on the bed without a pillow with his head on the same level as his body and even a trifle lower and with his bust bare in order to facilitate respiration Mademoiselle gel amount on perceiving that they were undressing Marius withdrew she set herself to telling her beads in her own chamber the trunk had not suffered any internal injury a bullet deadened by the pocketbook had turned aside and made the tour of his ribs with a hideous laceration which was of no great depth and consequently not dangerous the long underground journey had completed the dislocation of the broken collarbone and the disorder there was serious the arms had been slashed with saber cuts not a single scar disfigured his face but his head was fairly covered with cuts what would be the result of these wounds on the head would they stop short at the hairy cuticle or would they attack the brain as yet this could not be decided a grave symptom was that they had caused a swoon and that people do not always recover from such spoons moreover the wounded man had been exhausted by hemorrhage from the waist down the barricade had protected the lower part of the body from injury Boskin Nicolette tore linen and prepared bandages Nicolette sewed them bas grow them as lint was lacking the doctor for the time being arrested the bleeding with layers of wadding beside the bed three candles burned on a table where the case of surgical instruments lay spread out the doctor bathed Marissa's face and hair with cold water a full pail was reddened in an instant the porter candle enhance lighted them the doctor seemed to be pondering sadly from time to time he made a negative sign with his head as though replying to some question which he had inwardly addressed to himself a bad sign for the sick man are these mysterious dialogues of the doctor with himself at the moment when the doctor was wiping Marius his face and touching his still closed eyes with his finger a door opened at the end of the drawing room and a long pallid figure made its appearance this was the grandfather the revolt had for the past two days deeply agitated enraged and engrossed the mind of Monsieur Dylan Mon he had not been able to sleep on the previous night and he had been in a fever all day long in the evening he had gone to bed very early recommending that everything in the house should be well barred and he had fallen into a doze through sheer fatigue old men sleep lightly mr. Gela moans chamber joined the drawing-room and in spite of all the precautions that had been taken the noise had awakened him surprised at the rift of light which he saw under his door he had risen from his bed and had groped his way thither he stood astonished on the threshold one hand on the handle of the half open door with his head bent a little forward and quivering his body wrapped in a white dressing-gown which was straight and his destitute of folds as a winding sheet and he had the air of a phantom who was gazing into a tomb he saw the bed and on the mattress that young man bleeding white with a wax and whiteness with closed eyes and gaping mouths and pallid lips stripped to the waist slashed all over with crimson wounds motionless and brilliantly lighted up the grandfather trembled from head to foot as powerfully as ossified limbs can tremble his eyes whose cornier were yellow on account of his great age were veiled in a sort of vitreous glitter his whole face assumed in an instant the earth the angles of a skull his arms fell pendent as though a spring had broken and his amazement was betrayed by the out spreading of the fingers of his two aged hands which quivered all over his knees formed an angle in front allowing through the opening in his dressing-gown a view of his poor bare legs all bristling with white hairs and he murmured sir said Basque Monsieur has just been brought back he went to the barricade and is dead cried the old men in terrible voice rascal then a sort of sepulcro transformation straightened up this centenary and as erect as a young man sir said he you are a doctor begin by telling me one thing is dead easy not the doctor who was at the highest pitch of anxiety remained silent mature Gela moaned wrung his hands with an outburst of terrible laughter he went to the window threw it open wide as if you were stifling and directly for the dark to the house I should have Abed you has that you could esten whatever you please show some skill of a grandfather you do that well you said no is calloused and you is that you catch yourself the doctor who was beginning to be uneasy in both quarters quitted Marius for a moment went to Monsieur Le Monde and took his arm the grandfather turned round gazed at him with eyes that seemed exaggerated in size and bloodshot and said to him calmly and yet to bear events and things terrible and that is your newspapers which to us a mischief you have scribblers chatters lawyers Arthur's chileans discussions progress enlightenment satellites of man celebrity of tsipras and this is the way that your children would prefer don't you Maurice it is a permeable killed tears before me a parakeet a scamp doctor you live in this quarter I believe oh I know you well I see your Cabriolet past my window I am going to tell you you are wrong to think that I am angry once that flies over edge against attempt and that would be stupid this is a child you may have reared I was already old when he was very young he played in the two years curtain with his little shovel and his little chair and in origin three inspectors made not grumble I stepped up the hose that he made into the earth with his shovel with my king one day he proclaimed tan was louis xviii enough event it was no fault of mine he was all rosy and blonde his mother is dead have you ever noticed that all little blonde vices so is the son of one of those pre cans of Zulu but children are innocent of their father's camps I remember when he was no higher than that he could not manage to pronounce his DS yeah they were talking that was so sweet and indistinct that she would have thought it was a bird chirping I remember that once in front of zaraki's bunnies people from the Secretariat marry him and marvel at him he was so handsome I talked in a deep voice and they frightened see with my kid but he knew very well that it was only to make him laugh in the morning when he entered my room I crumbled but he was like this unlike me I was the same what cannot defend oneself against those rats they take lots of you they hold you fast they never let you go again the truth is that there never was a cupid like a child now what can you say for your lover yet your Benjamin Constance had your teary critical silky deep this cannot be allowed to pass is he special he approached Mars who still a livid and motionless and to whom the physician had returned and began once more to wring his hands the old man's pallid lips moved as though mechanically and permitted the passage of words that were barely audible like breaths in the death agony reproaches in the low voice of an agonizing man addressed to corpse little by little as it is always indispensable that internal eruption should come to the light the sequence of words returned but the great father appeared no longer to have the strength to utter them his voice was so weak and extinct that it seemed to come from the other side of an abyss music the joint life went off to fight and keep himself shot like a brute what was a republic still going to dance at the same year as it is to different folks to do what's the 20 years poem buses picket thank boys to is dead hello big deer feeders and there's the same college kid so you have got yourself waves like this was the sake of general Lamarque sense of days a Jetta books to get to himself kiss for a dead man mister teaching did enough to drive anyone mad just think of it at 20 it was there so much as turning his head to see you as oh he was not leaving something behind him that's the way poor good old fellows are forced to die alone nowadays tell your coon around after so much that's what I was hoping for this but I am Angie yes at that moment marius slowly opened his eyes and his glance still dimmed by the large ik wonder rested I'm sure she learned moaned cried the old man and he fell fainting end of book 3 chapter 12 recording by Brian Reed you may find other readings by Brian Reed by visiting his website at HTTP colon backslash backslash read to me calm r e ID the number 2 M e.com end of lane miserab vol 5 of five chapter one of book four of Lamy zurab volume five by Victor Hugo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by clark bell name is Rob volume 5 by Victor Hugo translated by Isabel Florence Hapgood book 4th javert derailed chapter 1 Javert Javert passed slowly down the Rue de la Mar he walked with drooping head for the first time in his life and likewise for the first time in his life with his hands behind his back up to that day shall bear had borrowed from Napoleon's attitudes only that which is expressive of resolution with arms folded across the chest that which is expressive of uncertainty with the hands behind his back had been unknown to him now a change had taken place his whole person slow and somber was stamped with anxiety he plunged into the silent streets nevertheless he followed one given direction he took the shortest cut to the Seine reached the K des armes skirted the K past the grave and halted at some distance from the post of the plaster châtelet at the angle of the Pont notre-dame there between the notre dam and the Pont Asajj on the one hand and the K de Limoges Adi and the ki Fleur on the other the same form sort of a square Lake traversed by a rapid this point of the Seine is dreaded by Mariners nothing is more dangerous than this rapid hemmed in at that epoch and irritated by the piles of the mill on the bridge now demolished the two bridges situated thus close together augment the peril the water hurries in formidable wise through the arches it rolls in vast and terrible waves it accumulates and piles up there the flood attacks the piles of the bridges as though in an effort to plug them up with great liquid ropes men who fall in there never reappear the best of swimmers are drowned there Javert leaned both elbows on the parapet his chin resting in both hands and while his nails were mechanically twined in the abundance of his whiskers he meditated a novelty a revolution a catastrophe had just taken place in the depths of his being and he had something upon which to examine himself Javert was undergoing horrible suffering for several hours Javert had ceased to be simple he was troubled that brain solely limpid in its blindness had lost its transparency that crystal was clouded Javert felt duty divided within his conscience and he could not conceal the fact from himself when he had so unexpectedly encountered John Valjean on the banks of the Seine there had men in him something of the wolf which regains his grip on his prey and of the dog who finds his master again he beheld before him two paths both equally straight but he beheld two and that terrified him him who had never in all his life known more than one straight line and the poignant anguish lay in this that the two paths were contrary to each other one of these straight lines excluded the other which of the two was the true one his situation was indescribable – all his life – a malefactor to accept that debt and to repay it to be in spite of himself on a level with a fugitive from justice and to repay his service with another service to allow it to be said to him go and to say to the latter in his turn be free to sacrifice to personal motives duty that general obligation and to be conscious in those personal motives of something that was also general and perchance superior to betray society in order to remain true to his conscience that all these absurdities should be realized and should accumulate upon him that was what overwhelmed him one thing had amazed him this was that Jean Valjean should have done him a favour and one thing petrified him that he Javert should have done John Valjean a favor where did he stand he sought to comprehend his position and could no longer find his bearings what was he to do now to deliver up Jean Valjean was bad to leave Jean Valjean at Liberty was bad in the first case the man of authority fell lower than the man of the galleys in the second a convict rose above the law and set his foot upon it in both cases dishonor for him Javert there was disgrace in any resolution at which he might arrive destiny had some extremities which rise perpendicularly from the impossible and Beyond which life is no longer anything but a precipice Javert had reached one of those extremities one of his anxieties consisted in being constrained to think the very violence of all these conflicting emotions forced him to it thought was something to which he was unused and which was peculiarly painful in thought there always exists a certain amount of internal rebellion and it irritated him to have that within him thought on any subject whatever outside of the restricted circle of his functions would have been for him in any case useless and a fatigue thoughts on the day which it just passed was a torture nevertheless it was indispensable that he should take a look into his conscience after Shutts shocks and rendered to himself an account of himself what he had just done made him shudder he Javert had seen fit to decide contrary to all the regulations of the police contrary to the whole social and judicial organization contrary to the entire code upon a release this had suited him he had substituted his own affairs for the affairs of the public was not this unjustifiable every time that he brought himself face to face with this deed without a name which he had committed he trembled from head to foot upon what should he decide one sole resource remained to him to return in all haste to the Rue de l'homme arm and commit John Valjean to prison it was clear that that was what he ought to do he could not something barred his way in that direction something what is there in the world anything outside of the Tribunal's executor II sentences the police and the authorities Javert was overwhelmed a galley-slave sacred a convict who could not be touched by the law and that the deed of Javert was it not a fearful thing that you there and Jean Valjean the man made to proceed with vigor the man made to submit that these two men who were both the things of the law should have come to such a pass that both of them had set themselves above the law what then such enormities were to happen and no one was to be punished Jean Valjean stronger than the whole social order was to remain at liberty and he shall there was to go on eating the government's bread his reverie gradually became terrible he might afford this reverie have also reproached himself on the subject of that insurgent who had been taken to the Rue de fili dukkha Villere but he never even thought of that the lesser fault was lost in the greater besides that insurgent was obviously a dead man and legally death puts him into pursuit Jean Valjean was the load which weighed upon his spirit Jean Valjean disconcerted him all the axioms which had served him as points of support all his life long had crumbled away in the presence of this man Jean Valjean generosity towards him Javert crushed him other facts which he now recalled and which he had formerly treated as lies and folly now recurred to him as realities Monsieur Madeleine reappeared behind John Valjean and the two figures were superposed in such fashion that they now formed but one which was venerable Javert felt that something terrible was penetrating his sole admiration for a convict respect for a galley slave is that a possible thing he shuddered at it yet could not escape from it in vain did he struggle he was reduced to confess in his inmost heart the sublimity of that wretch this was odious a benevolent malefactor merciful gentle helpful Clement a convict returning good for evil giving back pardon for hatred preferring pity to vengeance preferring to ruin himself rather than ruin his enemy saving him who had smitten him nearly on the heights of virtue more nearly akin to an angel than to a man Javert was constrained to admit to himself that this monster existed things could not go on in this manner certainly and we insist upon this point he had not yielded without resistance to that monster to that infamous angel to that hideous hero who enraged almost as much as he amazed him twenty times as he sat in that carriage face to face with Jean Valjean the legal Tiger had roared within him a score of times he had been tempted to fling himself upon his all Valjean to seize him and devour him that is to say to arrest him what more simple in fact to cry out at the first post that they passed here is a fugitive from justice who has broken his ban to summon the John Donne's and say to them this man is yours than to go off leaving that condemned man there to ignore the rest and not to meddle further in the matter this man is forever a prisoner of the law the law may do with him what it will what could be more just Javert had said all this to himself he had wished to pass beyond to act to apprehend the man and then as at present he had not been able to do it and every time that his arm had been raised convulsively toward John bhajans collar his hand had fallen back again as beneath an enormous weight and in the depths of his thought he had heard a voice a strange voice crying to him it is well deliver up your savior then have the basin of Pontius Pilate brought and wash your claws then his reflections reverted to himself and besides John Valjean glorified he beheld him self javert degraded a convict was his benefactor but then who had permitted that man to leave him alive he had the right to be killed in that barricade he should have asserted that right it would have been better to summon the other insurgents to his succor against Jean Valjean to get himself shot by force his supreme anguish was the loss of certainty he felt that he had been uprooted the code was no longer anything more than a stump in his hand he had to deal with scruples of an unknown species there had taken place within him a sentimental revelation entirely distinct from legal affirmation his only standard of measurement hitherto to remain in his former uprightness did not suffice a whole order of unexpected facts had cropped up and subjugated him a whole new world was dawning on his soul kindness accepted and repaid devotion mercy indulgence violence is committed by pity on austerity respect for persons no more definitive condemnation no more conviction the possibility of a tear in the eye of the law no one knows what justice according to God running the inverse sense to justice according to men he perceived amid the shadows the terrible rising of an unknown moral son it horrified and dazzled him an owl forced to the gaze of an eagle he said to himself that it was true that there were exceptional cases that authority might be put out of countenance that the rule might be inadequate in the presence of a fact that everything could not be framed within the text of the code that the unforeseen compelled obedience that the virtue of a convict might set a snare for the virtue of the functionary the destiny did indulge in such ambushes and he reflected with despair that he himself had not even been fortified against a surprise he was forced to acknowledge the goodness did exist this convict had been good and he himself unprecedented circumstance had just been good also so he was becoming depraved he found that he was a coward he conceived a horror of himself sure there's ideal was not to be human to be grand to be sublime it was to be irreproachable now he had just failed in this how he'd he come to such a pass how it all this happened he could not have told himself he clasped his head in both hands but in spite of all that he could do he could not contrive to explain it to himself he had certainly always entertained the intention of restoring Jean Valjean to the law of which Jean Valjean was the captive and of which he Jie there was the slave not for a single instant while he held him in his grasp had he confessed to himself that he entertained the idea of releasing him it was in some sort without his consciousness that his hand and relaxed and had let him go free all sorts of interrogation points flashed before his eyes he put questions to himself and made replies to himself and his replies frightened him he asked himself what has the convict done that desperate fellow whom I've pursued even to persecution and who has had me under his foot and who could have avenged himself and who Oded both to his rancor and to his safety in leaving me my life and showing mercy upon me his duty no something more and I in showing mercy upon him in my turn what have I done my duty no something more so there is something beyond duty here he took fright his balance became disjointed one of the scales fell into the abyss the other rose heavenward and Javert was no less terrified by the one which was on high than the one which was below without being in the least in the world what is called Voltaire e'en or a philosopher or incredulous being on the contrary respectful by instinct toward the established church he knew it only as an august fragment of the social whole order was his Dogma and sufficed for him ever since he had attained to man's estate and the rank of a functionary he had centered nearly all his religion in the police being and here we employ words without the least irony and in their most serious axon being as we have said a spy as other men or priests he had a superior Monsieur geese gay up to that day he had never dreamed of that other superior God this new chief God he became unexpectedly conscious of and he felt embarrassed by him this unforeseen presence threw him off his bearings he did not know what to do with this superior he who was not ignorant of the fact that the subordinate is bound always to bow that he must not disobey nor find fault nor disgust and that in the presence of a superior who amazes him too greatly the inferior has no other resource than that of handing in his resignation but how was he to set about handing in his resignation to God however things might stand and it was to this point that he reverted constantly one fact dominated everything else for him and that was that he had just committed a terrible infraction of the law he had just shut his eyes on escaped convict who had broken his band he had just set a galley slave at large he had just robbed the laws of a man who belonged to them that was what he had done he no longer understood himself the very reasons for his action escaped him only their vertigo was left with him up to that moment he had lived with that blind faith which gloomy probity engenders this faith had quitted him this probity had deserted him all that he believed in melted away truths which he did not wish to recognize were besieging him inexorably henceforth he must be a different man he was suffering from the strange pains of a conscience abruptly operated on for the cataract he saw that which it was repugnant to him to behold he felt himself emptied useless put out of joint with his past life turned out dissolving authority was dead within him he had no longer any reason for existing a terrible situation to be touched to be granite and to doubt to be the statue of chastisement cast in one piece in the mould of the law and suddenly to become aware of the fact that one cherishes beneath one's breasts of bronze something absurd and disobedient which almost resembles a heart to come to the pass of returning good for good all the one has said to oneself upon that day that the good is evil to be the watchdog and to lick the intruders hand to be ice and melt to be the pincers and to turn into a hand to suddenly feel one's fingers opening to relax one's grip what a terrible thing the man projectile no longer acquainted with his route and retreating to be obliged to confess this to oneself infallibility is not infallible there may exist error in the dogma all has not been said when a code speaks society is not perfect authority is complicated with vacillation a crack is possible in the immutable judges are but men the law may err Tribunal's may make a mistake to behold a rift in the immense blue pane of the firmament that which was passing in javert was the fan poe of a rectilinear conscience the derailment of a soul the crushing of a probity which had been irresistible launched in a straight line and was breaking against God it certainly was singular that the stoker of order that the engineer of authority mounted on the blind iron horse with his rigid road could be unseated by a flash of light that the immovable the direct the correct the geometrical the passive the perfect could Bend that there should exist for the locomotive a road to Damascus God always within man and refractory he the true conscience to the false a prohibition to the spark to die out an order to the rage to remember the Sun an injunction to the soul to recognize the veritable absolute when confronted with the fictitious absolute humanity which cannot be lost the human heart indestructible that splendid phenomenon the finest perhaps of all our interior Marvel's did you vert understand this did you vert penetrate it did javert account for it to himself evidently he did not but beneath the pressure of that incontestable in comprehensibility he felt his brain bursting he was less the man transfigured than the victim of this prodigy in all this he perceived only the tremendous difficulty of existence it seemed to him that henceforth his respiration was repressed forever he was not accustomed to having something unknown hanging over his head up to this point everything above him had been to his gaze merely a smooth limpid and simple surface there was nothing incomprehensible nothing obscure nothing that was not defined regularly disposed linked precise circumscribed exact limited closed fully provided for authority was a plain surface there was no fall in it no dizziness front in its presence Javert had never beheld the unknown except from below the irregular the unforeseen the disordered opening of chaos the possible slip over a precipice this was the work of the lower regions of rebels of the wicked of wretches now Javert threw himself back and he was suddenly terrified by this unprecedented apparition a gulf on high what one was dismantled from top to bottom one was disconcerted absolutely in what could one trust that which had been agreed upon was giving way what the defect in society's armor could be discovered by a magnanimous wretch what an honest servitor of the law could suddenly find himself caught between two crimes the crime of allowing a man to escape and the crime of arresting him everything was not settled in the orders given by the state to the functionary there might be blind alleys in duty what all this was real was it true that an ex ruffian weighed down with convictions could rise erect an end by being in the right was this credible were there cases in which the law should retire before transfigured crime and stammered its excuses yes that was the state of the case and Javert saw it and Javert had touched it and not only could he not deny it but he had taken part in it these were realities it was abominable that actual facts could reach such deformity if facts did their duty they would confine themselves to being proof of the law facts it is God who sends them was anarchy then on the point of now descending from on high the sand in the exaggeration of anguish and the optical illusion of consternation all that might have corrected and restrained this impression was effaced and society in the human race and the universe were henceforth summed up to his eyes in one simple and terrible feature thus the penal laws the thing judged the force due to legislation the decree of the sovereign courts the magistracy the government prevention repression official cruelty wisdom legal infallibility the principle of authority all the dogmas on which rest political and civil security sovereignty justice public truth all this was rubbish a shapeless mass chaos he himself Javert the Spy of order incorruptibility in the service of the police the Bulldog Providence of society thank wished and hurled to earth and erect at the summit of all that ruin a man with a green cap on his head and a halo round his brow this was the astounding confusion to which he had come this was the fearful vision which he bore within his soul was this to be endured no a violent state if ever such existed there were only two ways of escaping from it one way was to go resolutely to Jean Valjean and restore to his cell the convict from the galleys the other Javert quitted the parapet and with head erect this time he took himself with a firm tread toward the station house indicated by a lantern at one of the corners of the plain to Chatelet on arriving there he saw through the window a sergeant of police and he entered policeman recognize each other by the way in which they opened the door of a station house Javert mentioned his name showed his card to the sergeant and seated himself at the table of the post on which a candle was burning on a table lay a pen a leading stand and paper provided in the event of possible reports and the orders of the night patrols this table still completed by its straw seated chair is an institution it exists in all police stations it is invariably ornamented with a boxwood saucer filled with sawdust and a wafer box of cardboard filled with red wafers and it forms the lowest stage of official style it is there that the literature of the state has its beginning Javert took a pen and a sheet of paper and began to write this is what he wrote a few observations for the good of the service in the first place I beg miss youla prefect to cast his eyes on this secondly prisoners on arriving after examination take off their shoes and stand barefoot on the flagstones while they are being searched many of them caught on their return to prison this entails hospital expenses thirdly the mode of keeping track of a man with relays of police agents from distance to distance is good but on important occasions it is requisite that at least two agents should never lose sight of each other so that in case one agent should for any cause grow weak in his service the other may supervise him and take his place fourthly it is inexplicable why the special regulation of the prison of the Madeleine ends interdict the prisoner from having a chair even by paying for it fifthly in the Madeleine debts there are only two bars to the an teen so that the canteen woman can touch the prisoners with her hand sixthly the prisoners called Barker's who summoned the other prisoners to the parlor forced the prisoner to pay them to sue to call his name distinctly this is a theft seventhly for a broken thread ten Sioux are withheld in the weaving shop this is an abuse of the contractor since the cloth is none the worse for it eighth Lee it is annoying for visitors to love force to be obliged to traverse the boys court in order to reach the partner of summary legend ninth Lee it is a fact that any day chand arms can be overheard relating in the courtyard of the prefecture the interrogations put by the magistrates to prisoners for a jean de arm who should be sworn to secrecy to repeat what he has heard in the examination room is a grave disorder tenth Lee madam Henry is an honest woman her canteen is very neat but it is bad to have a woman keep the wicket to the mousetrap of the secret cells this is unworthy of the Conciergerie of a great civilization Javert wrote these lines in his calmest and most correct chirag Rafi not omitting a single comma and making the paper screech under his pen below the last line he signed Javert inspector of the first class the post of the plaster chatelet June 7th 1832 about 1 o'clock in the morning Javert dried the fresh ink on the paper folded it like a letter sealed it wrote on the back note for the administration left it on the table and quitted the post the glazed and grated door fell to behind him again he traversed the plaster chatelet diagonally regaining the K and returning with automatic precision to the very point which he had abandoned a quarter of an hour previously leaned on his elbows and found himself again in the same attitude on the same paving stone of the parapet he did not appear to have stirred the darkness was complete it was a sepulchral moment which follows midnight a ceiling of clouds conceal the Stars not a single light burned in the houses of the city no one was passing all of the streets and caves which could be seen were deserted notre-dame and the towers of the courthouse seemed features of the night a Street Lantern reddened the margin of the que the outlines of the bridges lay shapeless in the mist one behind the other recent rains had swollen the river the spot where Javert was leaning was it will be remembered situated precisely over the rapids of the Seine perpendicularly above that formidable spiral of whirlpools which loose and not themselves again like an endless screw Javert bent his head and gazed all was black nothing was to be distinguished a sound of foam was audible but the river could not be seen had moments in that dizzy depth a gleam of light appeared and undulated vaguely water possessing the power of taking light no one knows whence and converting it into a snake the light vanished and all became indistinct once more immensity seemed thrown open there what lay below was not water it was a gulf the wall of the K abrupt confused mingled with the vapors instantly concealed from sight produced the effect of an escarpment of the infinite nothing was to be seen but the hostile chill of the water and the stale odour of the wet stones could be felt a fierce breath rose from this abyss the flood of the river divined rather than perceived the tragic whispering of the waves the melancholy vastness of the arches of the bridge the imaginable fall into that gloomy void into all that shadow was full of horror Javert remained motionless for several minutes gazing at this opening of shadow he considered the invisible with a fixity that resembled attention the water roared all at once he took off his hat and placed it on the edge of the cave a moment later a tall black figure which a belated passerby in the distance might have taken for a phantom appeared erect upon the parapet of the K bent over toward the Seine then drew itself up again and fell straight down into the shadows a dull splash followed and the shadow alone was in the secret of the convulsions of that obscure form which had disappeared beneath the water end of book 4th chapter one recording by clark bell tucson arizona

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  1. Misérables Vol. 5 | Victor Hugo | Literary Fiction, Romance | Audiobook full unabridged | 4/8

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