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He should never more stroll in the fields； he should never more hear the birds sing in the month of May； he should never more bestow alms on the little children； he should never more experience the sweetness of having glances of gratitude and love fixed upon him； he should quit that house which he had built； that little chamber！
Everything seemed charming to him at that moment。
Never again should he read those books； never more should he write on that little table of white wood； his old portress； the only servant whom he kept； would never more bring him his coffee in the morning。
Great God！ instead of that； the convict gang； the iron necklet； the red waistcoat； the chain on his ankle； fatigue； the cell； the camp bed all those horrors which he knew so well！
At his age； after having been what he was！ If he were only young again！ but to be addressed in his old age as 〃thou〃 by any one who pleased； to be searched by the convict…guard； to receive the galley…sergeant's cudgellings； to wear iron…bound shoes on his bare feet； to have to stretch out his leg night and morning to the hammer of the roundsman who visits the gang； to submit to the curiosity of strangers； who would be told：
〃That man yonder is the famous Jean Valjean； who was mayor of M。 sur M。〃； and at night； dripping with perspiration； overwhelmed with lassitude； their green caps drawn over their eyes； to remount； two by two； the ladder staircase of the galleys beneath the sergeant's whip。 Oh； what misery！
Can destiny； then； be as malicious as an intelligent being； and bee as monstrous as the human heart？
And do what he would； he always fell back upon the heartrending dilemma which lay at the foundation of his revery：
〃Should he remain in paradise and bee a demon？
Should he return to hell and bee an angel？〃
What was to be done？
Great God！ what was to be done？
The torment from which he had escaped with so much difficulty was unchained afresh within him。
His ideas began to grow confused once more； they assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is peculiar to despair。
The name of Romainville recurred incessantly to his mind； with the two verses of a song which he had heard in the past。
He thought that Romainville was a little grove near Paris； where young lovers go to pluck lilacs in the month of April。
He wavered outwardly as well as inwardly。
He walked like a little child who is permitted to toddle alone。
At intervals； as he bated his lassitude； he made an effort to recover the mastery of his mind。
He tried to put to himself； for the last time； and definitely； the problem over which he had； in a manner； fallen prostrate with fatigue：
Ought he to denounce himself？
Ought he to hold his peace？
He could not manage to see anything distinctly。
The vague aspects of all the courses of reasoning which had been sketched out by his meditations quivered and vanished； one after the other； into smoke。
He only felt that； to whatever course of action he made up his mind； something in him must die； and that of necessity； and without his being able to escape the fact； that he was entering a sepulchre on the right hand as much as on the left； that he was passing through a death agony； the agony of his happiness； or the agony of his virtue。
Alas！ all his resolution had again taken possession of him。 He was no further advanced than at the beginning。
Thus did this unhappy soul struggle in its anguish。 Eighteen hundred years before this unfortunate man； the mysterious Being in whom are summed up all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity had also long thrust aside with his hand； while the olive…trees quivered in the wild wind of the infinite； the terrible cup which appeared to Him dripping with darkness and overflowing with shadows in the depths all studded with stars。
BOOK SEVENTH。THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR
CHAPTER IV
FORMS ASSUMED BY SUFFERING DURING SLEEP
Three o'clock in the morning had just struck； and he had been walking thus for five hours； almost uninterruptedly； when he at length allowed himself to drop into his chair。
There he fell asleep and had a dream。
This dream； like the majority of dreams； bore no relation to the situation； except by its painful and heart…rending character； but it made an impression on him。
This nightmare struck him so forcibly that he wrote it down later on。
It is one of the papers in his own handwriting which he has bequeathed to us。
We think that we have here reproduced the thing in strict accordance with the text。
Of whatever nature this dream may be； the history of this night would be inplete if we were to omit it：
it is the gloomy adventure of an ailing soul。
Here it is。
On the envelope we find this line inscribed； 〃The Dream I had that Night。〃
〃I was in a plain； a vast； gloomy plain； where there was no grass。 It did not seem to me to be daylight nor yet night。
〃I was walking with my brother； the brother of my childish years； the brother of whom； I must say； I never think； and whom I now hardly remember。
〃We were conversing and we met some passers…by。 We were talking of a neighbor of ours in former days； who had always worked with her window open from the time when she came to live on the street。 As we talked we felt cold because of that open window。
〃There were no trees in the plain。
We saw a man passing close to us。 He was entirely nude； of the hue of ashes； and mounted on a horse which was earth color。
The man had no hair； we could see his skull and the veins on it。
In his hand he held a switch which was as supple as a vine…shoot and as heavy as iron。
This horseman passed and said nothing to us。
〃My brother said to me； ‘Let us take to the hollow road。'
〃There existed a hollow way wherein one saw neither a single shrub nor a spear of moss。
Everything was dirt…colored； even the sky。 After proceeding a few paces； I received no reply when I spoke： I perceived that my brother was no longer with me。
〃I entered a village which I espied。
I reflected that it must be Romainville。
（Why Romainville？）＇5＇
＇5＇ This parenthesis is due to Jean Valjean。
〃The first street that I entered was deserted。
I entered a second street。
Behind the angle formed by the two streets； a man was standing erect against the wall。
I said to this Man：
〃‘What country is this？
Where am I？'
The man made no reply。 I saw the door of a house open； and I entered。
〃The first chamber was deserted。
I entered the second。
Behind the door of this chamber a man was standing erect against the wall。 I inquired of this man； ‘Whose house is this？
Where am I？' The man replied not。
〃The house had a garden。
I quitted the house and entered the garden。 The garden was deserted。
Behind the first tree I found a man standing upright。
I said to this man； ‘What garden is this？ Where am I？'
The man did not answer。
〃I strolled into the village； and perceived that it was a town。 All the streets were deserted； all the doors were open。
Not a single living being was passing in the streets； walking through the chambers or strolling in the gardens。
But behind each angle of the walls； behind each door； behind each tree； stood a silent man。
Only one was to be seen at a time。
These men watched me pass。
〃I left the town and began to ramble about the fields。
〃After the lapse of some time I turned back and saw a great crowd ing up behind me。
I recognized all the men whom I had seen in that town。 They had strange heads。
They did not seem to be in a hurry； yet they walked faster than I did。
They made no noise as they walked。 In an instant this crowd had overtaken and surrounded me。 The faces of these men were earthen in hue。
〃Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town said to me：
〃‘Whither are you going！
Do you not know that you have been dead this long time？'
〃I opened my mouth to reply； and I perceived that there was no one near me。〃
He woke。
He was icy cold。
A wind which was chill like the breeze of dawn was rattling the leaves of the window； which had been left open on their hinges。
The fire was out。
The candle was nearing its end。
It was still black night。
He rose； he went to the window。
There were no stars in the sky even yet。
From his window the yard of the house and the street were visible。 A sharp； harsh noise； which made him drop his eyes； resounded from the earth。
Below him he perceived two red stars； whose rays lengthened and shortened in a singular manner through the darkness。
As his thoughts were still half immersed in the mists of sleep； 〃Hold！〃 said he； 〃there are no stars in the sky。
They are on earth now。〃
But this confusion vanished； a second sound similar to the first roused him thoroughly； he looked and recognized the fact that these two stars were the lanterns of a carriage。
By the light which they cast he was able to distinguish the form of this vehicle。 It was a tilbury harnessed to a small white horse。
The noise which he had heard was the trampling of the horse's hoofs on the pavement。
〃What vehicle is this？〃 he said to himself。
〃Who is ing here so early in the morning？〃
At that moment there came a light tap on the door of his chamber。
He shuddered from head to foot； and cried in a terrible voice：
〃Who is there？〃
Some one said：
〃I； Monsieur le Maire。〃
He recognized the voice of the old woman who was his portress。
〃Well！〃 he replied； 〃what is it？〃
〃Monsieur le Maire； it is just five o'clock in the morning。〃
〃What is that to me？〃
〃The cabriolet is here； Monsieur le Maire。〃
〃What cabriolet？〃
〃The tilbury。〃
〃What tilbury？〃
〃Did not Monsieur le Maire order a tilbury？〃
〃No；〃 said he。
〃The coachman says that he has e for Monsieur le Maire。〃
〃What coachman？〃
〃M。 Scaufflaire's coachman。〃
〃M。 Scaufflaire？〃
That name sent a shudder over him； as though a flash of lightning had passed in front of his face。
〃Ah！ yes；〃 he resumed； 〃M。 Scaufflaire！〃
If the old woman could have seen him at that moment； she would have been frightened。
A tolerably long silence ensued。
He examined the flame of the candle with a stupid air； and from around the wick he took some of the burning wax； which he rolled between his fingers。
The old woman waited for him。
She even ventured to uplift her voice once more：
〃What am I to say； Monsieur le Maire？〃
〃Say that it is well； and that I am ing down。〃
BOOK SEVENTH。THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR
CHAPTER V
HINDRANCES
The posting service from Arras to M。 sur M。 was still operated at this period by small mail…wagons of the time of the Empire。 These mail…wagons were two…wheeled cabriolets； upholstered inside with fawn…colored leather； hung on springs； and having but two seats； one for the postboy； the other for the traveller。
The wheels were armed with those long； offensive axles which keep other vehicles at a distance； and which may still be seen on the road in Germany。 The despatch box； an immense oblong coffer； was placed behind the vehicle and formed a part of it。
This coffer was painted black； and the cabriolet yellow。
These vehicles； which have no counterparts nowadays； had something distorted and hunchbacked about them； and when one saw them passing in the distance； and climbing up some road to the horizon； they resembled the insects which are called； I think； termites； and which； though with but little corselet； drag a great train behind them。 But they travelled at a very rapid rate。
The post…wagon which set out from Arras at one o'clock every night； after the mail from Paris had passed； arrived at M。 sur M。 a little before five o'clock in the morning。
That night the wagon which was descending to M。 sur M。 by the Hesdin road； collided at the corner of a street； just as it was entering the town； with a little tilbury harnessed to a white horse； which was going in the opposite direction； and in which there was but one person； a man enveloped in a mantle。
The wheel of the tilbury received quite a violent shock。
The postman shouted to the man to stop； but the traveller paid no heed and pursued his road at full gallop。
〃That man is in a devilish hurry！〃 said the postman。
The man thus hastening on was the one whom we have just seen struggling in convulsions which are certainly deserving of pity。
Whither was he going？
He could not have told。
Why was he hastening？ He did not know。
He was driving at random； straight ahead。
Whither？ To Arras； no doubt； but he might have been going elsewhere as well。 At times he was conscious of it； and he shuddered。
He plunged into the night as into a gulf。
Something urged him forward； something drew him on。
No one could have told what was taking place within him； every one will understand it。
What man is there who has not entered； at least once in his life； into that obscure cavern of the unknown？
However； he had re