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Speaker:Les Miserable by Victor
Speaker:Hugo chapter
Speaker:six the beginning of an enigma
Speaker:Jean Valjean found himself in a sort of
Speaker:garden which was very vast and of singular
Speaker:aspect, one of those melancholy gardens
Speaker:which seem made to be looked at in winter and at
Speaker:night. This garden was oblong, in
Speaker:shape, with an alley of large poplars at the further
Speaker:end, tolerably tall forest trees in the
Speaker:corners, and an unshaded space in the
Speaker:center where could be seen a very
Speaker:large solitary tree, then several
Speaker:fruit trees, gnarled and bristling like
Speaker:bushes, beds of vegetables, a
Speaker:melon patch whose glass frames sparkled in the
Speaker:moonlight, and an old well.
Speaker:Here and there stood stone benches which seemed black with
Speaker:moss. The alleys were bordered with
Speaker:gloomy and.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: Very erect little shrubs.
Speaker:>> Brie Carlisle: The grass had half taken possession of them, and a green
Speaker:mold covered the rest. Jean
Speaker:Valjean had beside him the building whose roof had served
Speaker:him as a means of descent, a pile of
Speaker:faggots. And behind the faggots directly against
Speaker:the wall, a stone statue, whose mutilated face was
Speaker:no longer anything more than a shapeless mask, which
Speaker:loomed vaguely through the gloom. The building
Speaker:was a sort of ruinous, where dismantled chambers
Speaker:were distinguishable, one of which, much
Speaker:encumbered, seemed to serve as a shed.
Speaker:The large building of the ruderoit mur, which had a wing on
Speaker:the rupee picpus, turned two facades at right
Speaker:angles towards this garden.
Speaker:These interior facades were even more tragic than the
Speaker:exterior. All the windows were
Speaker:grated. Not a gleam of light was visible at any
Speaker:one of them. The upper story had scuttles
Speaker:like prisons. One of those
Speaker:facades cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the
Speaker:garden like an immense black pall.
Speaker:No other house was visible. The bottom of the
Speaker:garden was lost in mist and darkness.
Speaker:Nevertheless, walls could be confusedly made out, which
Speaker:intersected as though there were more cultivated land
Speaker:beyond. And the low roofs of the rue
Speaker:Palanceau, nothing more wild
Speaker:and solitary than this garden could be imagined.
Speaker:There was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of
Speaker:the hour. But it did not seem as though the
Speaker:spot were made for anyone to walk in, even in
Speaker:broad daylight. Jean Valjean's first
Speaker:care had been to get hold of his shoes and put them on
Speaker:again, then to step under the shed with
Speaker:Cosette. A man who is
Speaker:fleeing never thinks himself sufficiently hidden.
Speaker:The child whose thoughts were still on the thenardier
Speaker:shared his instinct for withdrawing from sight as much as possible.
Speaker:Cosette trembled and pressed close to him.
Speaker:They heard the tumultuous noise of the patrol searching
Speaker:the blind alley and the streets, the blows
Speaker:of their gun stocks against the stones,
Speaker:javerts appeals to the police spies whom he had
Speaker:posted, and his imprecations mingled with
Speaker:words which could not be distinguished.
Speaker:At the expiration of a quarter of an hour, it seemed as
Speaker:though that species of stormy roar were becoming more
Speaker:distant. Jean Valjean held his
Speaker:breath. He had laid his hand lightly on
Speaker:cosettes mouth. However, the solitude
Speaker:in which he stood was so strangely calm
Speaker:at this frightful uproar, close and
Speaker:furious as it was, did not disturb him
Speaker:by so much as the shadow of a misgiving.
Speaker:It seemed as though those walls had been built of the death
Speaker:stones on which the scriptures speak.
Speaker:All at once, in the midst of this profound
Speaker:calm, a fresh sound arose.
Speaker:A sound, a celestial, divine,
Speaker:ineffable, ravishing as the other had been
Speaker:horrible. It was a hymn
Speaker:which issued from the gloom a
Speaker:dazzling burst of prayer and harmony in the
Speaker:obscure and alarming silence of the night.
Speaker:Womens voices, but voices
Speaker:composed at one and the same time. Of the pure
Speaker:accents of virgins and the innocent, accents of
Speaker:children. Voices which are not of
Speaker:the earth. And which resemble those that the newborn infant still
Speaker:hears. And which the dying man hears. Already
Speaker:this song proceeded from the gloomy edifice which towered
Speaker:above the garden. At the moment when the
Speaker:hubbub of demons retreated. One would have said
Speaker:that a choir of angels was approaching. Through the gloom,
Speaker:cosette and Jean Valjean fell on their knees.
Speaker:They knew not what it was. They knew
Speaker:not where they were, but both of
Speaker:them, the man and the child,
Speaker:the penitent and the innocent felt that they must
Speaker:kneel. These voices
Speaker:had this strange characteristic that they
Speaker:did not prevent the building from seeming to be deserted.
Speaker:It was a supernatural chant in an uninhabited
Speaker:house. While these voices were
Speaker:singing, Jean Valjean thought of nothing.
Speaker:He no longer beheld the night. He beheld
Speaker:a blue sky. It seemed to him that
Speaker:he felt those wings which we all have within us,
Speaker:unfolding. The song died
Speaker:away. It may have lasted a long
Speaker:time. Jean Valjean could not have told.
Speaker:Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment.
Speaker:All fell silent again. There was no
Speaker:longer anything in the street. There was nothing in the
Speaker:garden. That which had menaced,
Speaker:that which had reassured him all had
Speaker:vanished. The breeze swayed a few dry
Speaker:weeds on the crest of the wall. And they gave out a faint,
Speaker:sweet, melancholy sound.
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