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continuing.

Le miserable by Victor Hugo

chapter three to wit,

the plan of Paris in 1727

300 paces further on, he arrived

at a point where the street forked. It

separated into two streets, which ran in a slanting

line, one to the right and the

other to the left. Jean Valjean had

before him what resembled the two branches of a

yde, which should he choose?

He did not hesitate, but took the one on the right.

Why? because that to the left ran

towards a suburb, that is to say, towards

inhabited regions, and the right branch towards the open

country, that is to say, towards

deserted regions. However, they no longer

walked very fast. Cosettes pace

retarded Jean Valjean's he took her

up and carried her again. Cosette laid her head

on the shoulder of the good man and said not a word.

He turned around from time to time and looked behind him.

He took care to keep always on the dark side of the street.

The street was straight in his rear, the first

two or three times that he turned round. He saw nothing.

The silence was profound, and he

continued his march, somewhat reassured

all at once. On turning round, he thought he perceived in

the portion of the street which he had just passed through,

far off in the obscurity it something which was

moving. He rushed forward

precipitately rather than walked, hoping to find

some side street to make his escape through it, and thus

to break his scent once more, he arrived at

a wall. This wall, however, did not

absolutely prevent further progress. It was a wall

which bordered a transverse street in which the one he had taken

ended. Here again, he was obliged to come

to a decision. Should he go to the right

or to the left? He glanced to

the right. The fragmentary lane was

prolonged between buildings which were either sheds or

barns, then ended at a blind

alley. The extremity of the cul de sac was

distinctly visible, a lofty white wall.

He glanced to the left. On that side the

lane was open, and about 200 paces

further on ran into a street of which it was the

affluent. On that side lay

safety. At the moment when Jean Valjean

was meditating, a turn to the left in an effort to reach

the street which he saw at the end of the lane, he

perceived a sort of motionless black

statue at the corner of the lane, in the street towards which

he was on the point of directing his steps.

It was someone, a man, who had

evidently just been posted there and who was barring the

passage and waiting. Jean Valjean

recoiled. The point of Paris where

Jean Valjean found himself situated between the

Faubourg Saint Antoine and La Repaie, is

one of those which recent improvements have transformed from

top to bottom, resulting in disfigurement,

according to some, and in a transfiguration, according

to others. The market gardens,

the timber yards and the old buildings have been

effaced. Today there are brand new

wide streets, arenas, circuses, hippodromes,

railway stations and a prison mazas.

There progress, as the reader sees

with its antidote half a century ago, in

that ordinary popular tongue which is all

compounded of traditions which persists

in calling the institute, les quadrations and the opera

comique. The precise

spot whither Jean Valjean had arrived was called

Les, petites Picbus, the Porte Saint

Jacques, the Port Paris, the barriere

des sergeants, the Porcheons, the

Gaillotte, Le Cilistens,

La Capuchins, Les

Mel, Le Borbe, Larbo

de Krokovie, le Petit Polon.

These are the names of old Paris which survive

amid the new, the memory of the populace

hovers over these relics of the past.

Le Petit picpus, which, moreover, hardly

ever had any existence and never was. More than the

outline of a quarter, had nearly the monkish aspect of a

spanish town. The roads were not much

paved, the streets were not much built

up, with the exception of the two or three

streets of which we shall presently speak.

All ah was wall and solitude there?

Not a shop, not a vehicle, hardly

a candle lighted here and there in the windows,

all lights extinguished after 10:00.

Gardens, convents, timber yards,

marshes, occasional lowly dwellings, and

great walls as high as the houses.

Such was this quarter in the last century.

The revolution snubbed it soundly. The

republican government demolished and cut through it.

Rubbish chutes were established there.

30 years ago. This quarter was disappearing under

the erasing process of new buildings.

Today it has been utterly blotted out. The

petit picpus, of which no existing plan has preserved a

trace, is indicated with sufficient clearness in the

Plan of 1727, published at

Paris by Denis theory. Rue Saint Jacques,

opposite the rue des Platres, and at Lyons, by

John Drinzhe, rue Messier.

At a sign of prudence, Petit pickpiss

had, as we have just mentioned, a y of

streets formed by the rue des cheminvert Saint

Antoine, which spread out in two

branches, taking on the left the name of Little

Picpus street, and on the right the name of the rue

Poloncio. The two limbs of the y

were connected at the apex, as by a bar.

This bar was called Rudroit murden. The

rue Pellenceau ended there. Rue Petit

picpus passed on and ascended towards the

Lenoir market. A person coming from the

sign reached the extremity of the rue poloncio

and had on his right the rue droit mur,

turning abruptly at a right angle in front of him the wall of

that street, and on his right a truncated

prolongation of the rue droit mur, which had no

issue and was called the cul de sac Ginrota.

It was here that Jean Valjean stood,

as we have just said, on catching sight of that black

silhouette. Standing on guard at the angle of the ruderoit mur

and the rue petite picpus. He recoiled.

There could be no doubt of it. That

phantom was lying in wait for him.

What was he to do? The time for

retreating was past that which he had perceived

in movement an instant before. In the distant

darkness was Javert. Ah, and his squad, without a

doubt of Javert was probably already at the

commencement of the street, at whose end Jean Valjean

stood. Javert, to all

appearances, was acquainted with this little labyrinth

and had taken his precautions by sending one of his men to guard

the exit. These surmises,

which so closely resembled proofs,

whirled suddenly like a handful of dust caught up by an

unexpected gust of wind. Through Jean Valjeans

mournful brain he examined the cul de sac

Ginrot. There he was cut

off. He examined the repetit

picts. There stood a sentinel. He

saw that black form standing out in relief against the white

pavement illuminated by the moon.

To advance was to fall into this mans

hands. To retreat was to fling himself

into Javerts arms. Jean

Valjean felt himself caught as in a net

which was slowly contracting.

He gazed heavenward in despair.

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