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Speaker:continuing. Les miserables by
Speaker:Victor Hugo chapter
Speaker:five which would be impossible with gas
Speaker:lanterns.
Speaker:At that moment, a heavy and measured sound began
Speaker:to be audible at some distance. Jean
Speaker:Valjean risked a glance around the corner of the street.
Speaker:Seven or eight soldiers drawn up in a platoon had just
Speaker:debouched into the rue Paulonceau. He saw
Speaker:the gleam of their bayonets. They were advancing
Speaker:towards him, these soldiers at ah whose head he
Speaker:distinguished. Javerts tall figure advanced slowly and
Speaker:cautiously. They halted
Speaker:frequently. It was plain that they were searching
Speaker:all the nooks of the walls and all the embrasures of the doors and
Speaker:alleys. This was some patrol that
Speaker:Javert had encountered. There could be no mistake
Speaker:as to this surmise and whose aid he
Speaker:had demanded. Javerts, two acolytes were marching
Speaker:in their ranks at the rate at which they
Speaker:were marching, and in consideration of the halts which they were
Speaker:making, it would take them about a quarter of an hour
Speaker:to reach the spot where Jean Valjean stood.
Speaker:It was a frightful moment. A few minutes
Speaker:only separated Jean Valjean from that terrible precipice which
Speaker:yawned before him for the third time. And the
Speaker:galleys now meant not only the galleys,
Speaker:but Cosette, lost to him forever, that
Speaker:is to say, a life resembling the interior of a
Speaker:tomb. There was but one thing which
Speaker:was possible. Jean Valjean
Speaker:had this peculiarity that he carried,
Speaker:as one might say, two beggars
Speaker:pouches. In one, he kept his saintly
Speaker:thoughts, in the other, the redoubtable talents of a
Speaker:convict. He rummaged in the one
Speaker:or the other according to circumstances.
Speaker:Among his other resources, thanks to his
Speaker:numerous escapes from the prison at Toulon, he
Speaker:was, as it will be remembered, a past
Speaker:master in the incredible art of crawling up without a ladder or
Speaker:climbing irons, by sheer muscular force,
Speaker:by leaning on the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his
Speaker:hips and his knees, by helping himself on the
Speaker:rare projections of the stone in the right angle of a
Speaker:wall as high as the 6th story, if
Speaker:need be. An art which was rendered
Speaker:so celebrated and so alarming. That
Speaker:corner of the wall of the concierge of Paris by which
Speaker:Madamull, condemned to death, made his escape 20 years
Speaker:ago. Jean Valjean measured with his
Speaker:eyes the wall above which he espied the linden.
Speaker:It was about 18ft in height. The
Speaker:angle which it formed with the gable of the large building was filled
Speaker:at its lower extremity by a mass of masonry of a
Speaker:triangular shape, probably intended to preserve
Speaker:that too convenient corner from the rubbish of those dirty creatures
Speaker:called the passersby. This
Speaker:practice of filling up corners of the wall is much in use in
Speaker:Paris. This mass was about
Speaker:5ft in height. The space above the summit of this
Speaker:mass, which it was necessary to climb, was not more than
Speaker:14ft. The wall was
Speaker:surmounted by a flat stone without a coping.
Speaker:Cosette was the difficulty,
Speaker:for she did not know how to climb a wall.
Speaker:Should he abandon her. Jean Valjean did not
Speaker:once think of that. It was impossible to carry her.
Speaker:A mans whole strength is required to successfully carry out these
Speaker:singular ascents. The least burden would disturb
Speaker:his center of gravity and pull him downwards.
Speaker:A rope would have been required.
Speaker:Jean Valjean had none. Where was he to
Speaker:get a rope at midnight in the rue Paulensou?
Speaker:Certainly, if Jean Valjean had had a kingdom, he would have
Speaker:given it for a rope at that moment.
Speaker:All extreme situations have their lightning flashes,
Speaker:which sometimes dazzle, sometimes illuminate
Speaker:us. Jean Valjean's despairing
Speaker:glance fell on the street lantern post of the blind alley.
Speaker:Genrot. At that epoch, there
Speaker:were no gas jets in the streets of Paris. At
Speaker:nightfall, lanterns placed at regular distances were
Speaker:lighted. They were ascended and
Speaker:descended by means of a rope, which
Speaker:traversed the street from side to side and was
Speaker:adjusted in a groove of the post. The
Speaker:pulley over which this rope ran was fastened underneath the
Speaker:lantern in a little iron box, the key to
Speaker:which was kept by the lamplighter. And the rope itself was
Speaker:protected by a metal case. Jean
Speaker:Valjean, with the energy of a supreme
Speaker:struggle, crossed the street at one, bound, entered the
Speaker:blind alley, broke the latch of the little box with
Speaker:the point of his knife, and an instant later, he was beside
Speaker:Cosette once more. He had a
Speaker:rope. These gloomy inventors of
Speaker:expedients work rapidly when theyre fighting against
Speaker:fatality. Weve already explained that the
Speaker:lanterns had not been lighted that night. The
Speaker:lantern in the cul de sac gin rot was less naturally
Speaker:extinct like the rest, and one could
Speaker:pass directly under it without even noticing that it was no
Speaker:longer in its place. Nevertheless,
Speaker:the hour, the place, the
Speaker:darkness, Jean Valjeans absorption,
Speaker:his singular gestures, his comings and
Speaker:goings, all had begun to render Cosette
Speaker:uneasy. Any other child than she
Speaker:would have given vent to loud shrieks long before
Speaker:she contented herself with plucking Jean Valjean by the skirt of
Speaker:his coat. I could hear the sound of the patrols
Speaker:approach ever more and more distinctly.
Speaker:Father, said she in a very low
Speaker:voice, I am afraid.
Speaker:Who is coming yonder? Hush,
Speaker:replied the unhappy man. It is Madame
Speaker:Thenardier. Cosette
Speaker:shuddered. He added, say
Speaker:nothing. Dont, interfere with me. If you cry out, if you
Speaker:weep, the thenardier is lying in wait for you. Shes
Speaker:coming to take you back. Then without
Speaker:haste, but without making a useless movement, with
Speaker:firm and curt precision, the more remarkable at a moment
Speaker:when the patrol in Javert might come upon him, at any moment,
Speaker:he ended his cravat, passed it round
Speaker:Cosettes body under the armpits, taking care
Speaker:that it should not hurt. The child fastened this
Speaker:cravat to one end of the rope by means of that knot which
Speaker:seafaring men call a swallow knot, took the other
Speaker:end of the rope in his teeth, pulled off his shoes and
Speaker:stockings, which he threw over the wall, stepped
Speaker:upon the mass of masonry, and began to raise himself in
Speaker:the angle of the wall in the gable. With as much
Speaker:solidity and certainty as though he had the rounds of a
Speaker:ladder under his feet and elbows. Half
Speaker:a minute had not elapsed when he was resting on his knees on the
Speaker:wall, cosette gazed at him in
Speaker:stupid amazement. Without uttering a word.
Speaker:Jean Valjean's injunction and the name of Madame
Speaker:Thenardier had chilled her blood. All
Speaker:at once she heard Jean Valjeans voice crying to her, though in a very
Speaker:low tone. Put your back against the
Speaker:wall. She obeyed. Dont
Speaker:say a word and dont be alarmed, went on Jean
Speaker:Valjean, and she felt herself lifted from the
Speaker:ground. Before she had time to recover herself,
Speaker:she was on top of the wall. Jean Valjean
Speaker:grasped her, put her on his back, took
Speaker:her two tiny hands in his large left hand,
Speaker:lay down flat on his stomach, and crawled along on top of the
Speaker:wall as far as the cant. As he
Speaker:had guessed, there stood a building whose roof started from the top of
Speaker:the wooden barricade and descended to within a very short distance
Speaker:of the ground with a gentle slope which grazed the
Speaker:linden tree. A lucky circumstance,
Speaker:for the wall was much higher on this side than on the street
Speaker:side. Jean Valjean could only see the
Speaker:ground at a great depth below him. He had just
Speaker:reached the slope of the roof and had not yet left the crest of the
Speaker:wall when a violent uproar announced the arrival of the
Speaker:patrol. The thundering voice of Javert was
Speaker:audible. Search the blind alley. The
Speaker:rudroit mur is guarded. So is the rue petite
Speaker:pickpiss. Ill answer for it that hes in the blind
Speaker:alley. The soldiers rushed into the Jenrot
Speaker:alley. Jean Valjean allowed himself to slide
Speaker:down the roof, still holding fast to Cosette,
Speaker:reached the linden tree and leapt to the
Speaker:ground. Whether from terror or courage,
Speaker:Cosette had not breathed a sound, though her
Speaker:hands were a little abraded.
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