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The wind blows。 That sombre ship has a path which it is forced to pursue。 It passes on。
The man disappears； then reappears； he plunges； he rises again to the surface； he calls； he stretches out his arms； he is not heard。 The vessel； trembling under the hurricane； is wholly absorbed in its own workings； the passengers and sailors do not even see the drowning man； his miserable head is but a speck amid the immensity of the waves。 He gives vent to desperate cries from out of the depths。
What a spectre is that retreating sail！
He gazes and gazes at it frantically。 It retreats； it grows dim； it diminishes in size。
He was there but just now； he was one of the crew； he went and came along the deck with the rest； he had his part of breath and of sunlight； he was a living man。
Now； what has taken place？
He has slipped； he has fallen； all is at an end。
He is in the tremendous sea。
Under foot he has nothing but what flees and crumbles。
The billows； torn and lashed by the wind； enpass him hideously； the tossings of the abyss bear him away； all the tongues of water dash over his head； a populace of waves spits upon him； confused openings half devour him； every time that he sinks； he catches glimpses of precipices filled with night； frightful and unknown vegetations seize him； knot about his feet； draw him to them； he is conscious that he is being an abyss； that he forms part of the foam； the waves toss him from one to another； he drinks in the bitterness； the cowardly ocean attacks him furiously； to drown him； the enormity plays with his agony。
It seems as though all that water were hate。
Nevertheless； he struggles。
He tries to defend himself； he tries to sustain himself； he makes an effort； he swims。
He； his petty strength all exhausted instantly； bats the inexhaustible。
Where； then； is the ship？
Yonder。
Barely visible in the pale shadows of the horizon。
The wind blows in gusts； all the foam overwhelms him。 He raises his eyes and beholds only the lividness of the clouds。 He witnesses； amid his death…pangs； the immense madness of the sea。 He is tortured by this madness； he hears noises strange to man； which seem to e from beyond the limits of the earth； and from one knows not what frightful region beyond。
There are birds in the clouds； just as there are angels above human distresses； but what can they do for him？
They sing and fly and float； and he； he rattles in the death agony。
He feels himself buried in those two infinities； the ocean and the sky； at one and the same time：
the one is a tomb； the other is a shroud。
Night descends； he has been swimming for hours； his strength is exhausted； that ship； that distant thing in which there were men； has vanished； he is alone in the formidable twilight gulf； he sinks； he stiffens himself； he twists himself； he feels under him the monstrous billows of the invisible； he shouts。
There are no more men。
Where is God？
He shouts。
Help！
Help！
He still shouts on。
Nothing on the horizon； nothing in heaven。
He implores the expanse； the waves； the seaweed； the reef； they are deaf。
He beseeches the tempest； the imperturbable tempest obeys only the infinite。
Around him darkness； fog； solitude； the stormy and nonsentient tumult； the undefined curling of those wild waters。
In him horror and fatigue。 Beneath him the depths。
Not a point of support。
He thinks of the gloomy adventures of the corpse in the limitless shadow。 The bottomless cold paralyzes him。
His hands contract convulsively； they close； and grasp nothingness。
Winds； clouds； whirlwinds； gusts； useless stars！
What is to be done？
The desperate man gives up； he is weary； he chooses the alternative of death； he resists not； he lets himself go； he abandons his grip； and then he tosses forevermore in the lugubrious dreary depths of engulfment。
Oh； implacable march of human societies！
Oh； losses of men and of souls on the way！
Ocean into which falls all that the law lets slip！ Disastrous absence of help！
Oh； moral death！
The sea is the inexorable social night into which the penal laws fling their condemned。
The sea is the immensity of wretchedness。
The soul； going down stream in this gulf； may bee a corpse。 Who shall resuscitate it？
BOOK SECONDTHE FALL
CHAPTER IX
NEW TROUBLES
When the hour came for him to take his departure from the galleys； when Jean Valjean heard in his ear the strange words； Thou art free！ the moment seemed improbable and unprecedented； a ray of vivid light； a ray of the true light of the living； suddenly penetrated within him。 But it was not long before this ray paled。
Jean Valjean had been dazzled by the idea of liberty。
He had believed in a new life。 He very speedily perceived what sort of liberty it is to which a yellow passport is provided。
And this was enpassed with much bitterness。
He had calculated that his earnings； during his sojourn in the galleys； ought to amount to a hundred and seventy…one francs。
It is but just to add that he had forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays and festival days during nineteen years； which entailed a diminution of about eighty francs。
At all events； his hoard had been reduced by various local levies to the sum of one hundred and nine francs fifteen sous； which had been counted out to him on his departure。 He had understood nothing of this； and had thought himself wronged。 Let us say the wordrobbed。
On the day following his liberation； he saw； at Grasse； in front of an orange…flower distillery； some men engaged in unloading bales。 He offered his services。
Business was pressing； they were accepted。 He set to work。
He was intelligent； robust； adroit； he did his best； the master seemed pleased。
While he was at work； a gendarme passed； observed him； and demanded his papers。
It was necessary to show him the yellow passport。
That done； Jean Valjean resumed his labor。 A little while before he had questioned one of the workmen as to the amount which they earned each day at this occupation； he had been told thirty sous。
When evening arrived； as he was forced to set out again on the following day； he presented himself to the owner of the distillery and requested to be paid。
The owner did not utter a word； but handed him fifteen sous。
He objected。 He was told； 〃That is enough for thee。〃
He persisted。
The master looked him straight between the eyes； and said to him 〃Beware of the prison。〃
There； again； he considered that he had been robbed。
Society； the State； by diminishing his hoard； had robbed him wholesale。 Now it was the individual who was robbing him at retail。
Liberation is not deliverance。
One gets free from the galleys； but not from the sentence。
That is what happened to him at Grasse。
We have seen in what manner he was received at D
BOOK SECONDTHE FALL
CHAPTER X
THE MAN AROUSED
As the Cathedral clock struck two in the morning； Jean Valjean awoke。
What woke him was that his bed was too good。
It was nearly twenty years since he had slept in a bed； and； although he had not undressed； the sensation was too novel not to disturb his slumbers。
He had slept more than four hours。
His fatigue had passed away。 He was accustomed not to devote many hours to repose。
He opened his eyes and stared into the gloom which surrounded him； then he closed them again； with the intention of going to sleep once more。
When many varied sensations have agitated the day； when various matters preoccupy the mind； one falls asleep once； but not a second time。 Sleep es more easily than it returns。
This is what happened to Jean Valjean。
He could not get to sleep again； and he fell to thinking。
He was at one of those moments when the thoughts which one has in one's mind are troubled。
There was a sort of dark confusion in his brain。 His memories of the olden time and of the immediate present floated there pell…mell and mingled confusedly； losing their proper forms； being disproportionately large； then suddenly disappearing； as in a muddy and perturbed pool。
Many thoughts occurred to him； but there was one which kept constantly presenting itself afresh； and which drove away all others。
We will mention this thought at once： he had observed the six sets of silver forks and spoons and the ladle which Madame Magloire had placed on the table。
Those six sets of silver haunted him。They were there。A few paces distant。Just as he was traversing the adjoining room to reach the one in which he then was； the old servant…woman had been in the act of placing them in a little cupboard near the head of the bed。 He had taken careful note of this cupboard。On the right； as you entered from the dining…room。They were solid。And old silver。 From the ladle one could get at least two hundred francs。 Double what he had earned in nineteen years。It is true that he would have earned more if 〃the administration had not robbed him。〃
His mind wavered for a whole hour in fluctuations with which there was certainly mingled some struggle。
Three o'clock struck。
He opened his eyes again； drew himself up abruptly into a sitting posture； stretched out his arm and felt of his knapsack； which he had thrown down on a corner of the alcove； then he hung his legs over the edge of the bed； and placed his feet on the floor； and thus found himself； almost without knowing it； seated on his bed。
He remained for a time thoughtfully in this attitude； which would have been suggestive of something sinister for any one who had seen him thus in the dark； the only person awake in that house where all were sleeping。
All of a sudden he stooped down； removed his shoes and placed them softly on the mat beside the bed； then he resumed his thoughtful attitude； and became motionless once more。
Throughout this hideous meditation； the thoughts which we have above indicated moved incessantly through his brain； entered； withdrew； re…entered； and in a manner oppressed him； and then he thought； also； without knowing why； and with the mechanical persistence of revery； of a convict named Brevet； whom he had known in the galleys； and whose trousers had been upheld by a single suspender of knitted cotton。 The checkered pattern of that suspender recurred incessantly to his mind。
He remained in this situation； and would have so remained indefinitely； even until daybreak； had not the clock struck onethe half or quarter hour。
It seemed to him that that stroke said to him； 〃e on！〃
He rose to his feet； hesitated still another moment； and listened； all was quiet in the house； then he walked straight ahead； with short steps； to the window； of which he caught a glimpse。 The night was not very dark； there was a full moon； across which coursed large clouds driven by the wind。
This created； outdoors； alternate shadow and gleams of light； eclipses； then bright openings of the clouds； and indoors a sort of twilight。
This twilight； sufficient to enable a person to see his way； intermittent on account of the clouds； resembled the sort of livid light which falls through an air…hole in a cellar； before which the passersby e and go。
On arriving at the window； Jean Valjean examined it。 It had no grating； it opened in the garden and was fastened； according to the fashion of the country； only by a small pin。 He opened it； but as a rush of cold and piercing air penetrated the room abruptly； he closed it again immediately。
He scrutinized the garden with that attentive gaze which studies rather than looks。 The garden was enclosed by a tolerably low white wall； easy to climb。 Far away； at the extremity； he perceived tops of trees； spaced at regular intervals； which indicated that the wall separated the garden from an avenue or lane planted with trees。
Having taken this survey； he executed a movement like that of a man who has made up his mind； strode to his alcove； grasped his knapsack； opened it； fumbled in it； pulled out of it something which he placed on the bed； put his shoes into one of his pockets； shut the whole thing up again； threw the knapsack on his shoulders； put on his cap； drew the visor down over his eyes； felt for his cudgel； went and placed it in the angle of the window； then returned to the bed； and resolutely seized the object which he had deposited there。 It resembled a short bar of iron； pointed like a pike at one end。 It would have been difficult to distinguish in that darkness for what employment that bit of iron could have been designed。 Perhaps it was a lever； possibly it was a club。
In the daytime it would have been possible to recognize it as nothing more than a miner's candlestick。
Convicts were； at that period； sometimes employed in quarrying stone from the lofty hills which environ Toulon； and it was not rare for them to have miners' tools at their mand。
These miners' candlesticks are of massive iron； terminated at the lower extremity by a point； by means of which they are stuck into the rock。
He took the candlestick in his right hand； holding his breath and trying to deaden t