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A great deal is owing to me。〃
The man rose to his feet； filliping the dust from his thread…bare sleeve：
〃Monsieur Thenardier； in January last； the mother reckoned that she owed you one hundred and twenty francs。
In February； you sent her a bill of five hundred francs； you received three hundred francs at the end of February； and three hundred francs at the beginning of March。 Since then nine months have elapsed； at fifteen francs a month； the price agreed upon； which makes one hundred and thirty…five francs。 You had received one hundred francs too much； that makes thirty…five still owing you。
I have just given you fifteen hundred francs。〃
Thenardier's sensations were those of the wolf at the moment when he feels himself nipped and seized by the steel jaw of the trap。
〃Who is this devil of a man？〃 he thought。
He did what the wolf does：
he shook himself。
Audacity had succeeded with him once。
〃Monsieur…I…don't…know…your…name；〃 he said resolutely； and this time casting aside all respectful ceremony； 〃I shall take back Cosette if you do not give me a thousand crowns。〃
The stranger said tranquilly：
〃e； Cosette。〃
He took Cosette by his left hand； and with his right he picked up his cudgel； which was lying on the ground。
Thenardier noted the enormous size of the cudgel and the solitude of the spot。
The man plunged into the forest with the child； leaving the inn…keeper motionless and speechless。
While they were walking away； Thenardier scrutinized his huge shoulders； which were a little rounded； and his great fists。
Then； bringing his eyes back to his own person； they fell upon his feeble arms and his thin hands。
〃I really must have been exceedingly stupid not to have thought to bring my gun；〃 he said to himself； 〃since I was going hunting！〃
However； the inn…keeper did not give up。
〃I want to know where he is going；〃 said he； and he set out to follow them at a distance。
Two things were left on his hands； an irony in the shape of the paper signed Fantine； and a consolation； the fifteen hundred francs。
The man led Cosette off in the direction of Livry and Bondy。 He walked slowly； with drooping head； in an attitude of reflection and sadness。
The winter had thinned out the forest； so that Thenardier did not lose them from sight； although he kept at a good distance。 The man turned round from time to time； and looked to see if he was being followed。
All at once he caught sight of Thenardier。 He plunged suddenly into the brushwood with Cosette； where they could both hide themselves。
〃The deuce！〃 said Thenardier； and he redoubled his pace。
The thickness of the undergrowth forced him to draw nearer to them。 When the man had reached the densest part of the thicket； he wheeled round。
It was in vain that Thenardier sought to conceal himself in the branches； he could not prevent the man seeing him。 The man cast upon him an uneasy glance； then elevated his head and continued his course。
The inn…keeper set out again in pursuit。 Thus they continued for two or three hundred paces。
All at once the man turned round once more； he saw the inn…keeper。 This time he gazed at him with so sombre an air that Thenardier decided that it was 〃useless〃 to proceed further。
Thenardier retraced his steps。
BOOK THIRD。ACPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN
CHAPTER XI
NUMBER 9；430 REAPPEARS； AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY
Jean Valjean was not dead。
When he fell into the sea； or rather； when he threw himself into it； he was not ironed； as we have seen。
He swam under water until he reached a vessel at anchor； to which a boat was moored。 He found means of hiding himself in this boat until night。 At night he swam off again； and reached the shore a little way from Cape Brun。
There； as he did not lack money； he procured clothing。 A small country…house in the neighborhood of Balaguier was at that time the dressing…room of escaped convicts；a lucrative specialty。 Then Jean Valjean； like all the sorry fugitives who are seeking to evade the vigilance of the law and social fatality； pursued an obscure and undulating itinerary。
He found his first refuge at Pradeaux； near Beausset。
Then he directed his course towards Grand…Villard； near Briancon； in the Hautes…Alpes。 It was a fumbling and uneasy flight； a mole's track； whose branchings are untraceable。
Later on； some trace of his passage into Ain； in the territory of Civrieux； was discovered； in the Pyrenees； at Accons； at the spot called Grange…de…Doumec； near the market of Chavailles； and in the environs of Perigueux at Brunies； canton of La Chapelle…Gonaguet。 He reached Paris。 We have just seen him at Montfermeil。
His first care on arriving in Paris had been to buy mourning clothes for a little girl of from seven to eight years of age； then to procure a lodging。
That done； he had betaken himself to Montfermeil。 It will be remembered that already； during his preceding escape； he had made a mysterious trip thither； or somewhere in that neighborhood； of which the law had gathered an inkling。
However； he was thought to be dead； and this still further increased the obscurity which had gathered about him。
At Paris； one of the journals which chronicled the fact fell into his hands。 He felt reassured and almost at peace； as though he had really been dead。
On the evening of the day when Jean Valjean rescued Cosette from the claws of the Thenardiers； he returned to Paris。
He re…entered it at nightfall； with the child； by way of the Barrier Monceaux。 There he entered a cabriolet； which took him to the esplanade of the Observatoire。
There he got out； paid the coachman； took Cosette by the hand； and together they directed their steps through the darkness；through the deserted streets which adjoin the Ourcine and the Glaciere； towards the Boulevard de l'Hopital。
The day had been strange and filled with emotions for Cosette。 They had eaten some bread and cheese purchased in isolated taverns； behind hedges； they had changed carriages frequently； they had travelled short distances on foot。
She made no plaint； but she was weary； and Jean Valjean perceived it by the way she dragged more and more on his hand as she walked。
He took her on his back。 Cosette； without letting go of Catherine； laid her head on Jean Valjean's shoulder； and there fell asleep。
BOOK FOURTH。THE GORBEAU HOVEL
CHAPTER I
MASTER GORBEAU
Forty years ago； a rambler who had ventured into that unknown country of the Salpetriere； and who had mounted to the Barriere d'Italie by way of the boulevard； reached a point where it might be said that Paris disappeared。
It was no longer solitude； for there were passers…by； it was not the country； for there were houses and streets； it was not the city； for the streets had ruts like highways； and the grass grew in them； it was not a village； the houses were too lofty。
What was it； then？
It was an inhabited spot where there was no one； it was a desert place where there was some one； it was a boulevard of the great city； a street of Paris； more wild at night than the forest； more gloomy by day than a cemetery。
It was the old quarter of the Marche…aux…Chevaux。
The rambler； if he risked himself outside the four decrepit walls of this Marche…aux…Chevaux； if he consented even to pass beyond the Rue du Petit…Banquier； after leaving on his right a garden protected by high walls； then a field in which tan…bark mills rose like gigantic beaver huts； then an enclosure encumbered with timber； with a heap of stumps； sawdust； and shavings； on which stood a large dog； barking； then a long； low； utterly dilapidated wall； with a little black door in mourning； laden with mosses； which were covered with flowers in the spring； then； in the most deserted spot； a frightful and decrepit building； on which ran the inscription in large letters：
POST NO BILLS；this daring rambler would have reached little known latitudes at the corner of the Rue des Vignes…Saint…Marcel。 There； near a factory； and between two garden walls； there could be seen； at that epoch； a mean building； which； at the first glance； seemed as small as a thatched hovel； and which was； in reality； as large as a cathedral。 It presented its side and gable to the public road； hence its apparent diminutiveness。
Nearly the whole of the house was hidden。 Only the door and one window could be seen。
This hovel was only one story high。
The first detail that struck the observer was； that the door could never have been anything but the door of a hovel； while the window； if it had been carved out of dressed stone instead of being in rough masonry； might have been the lattice of a lordly mansion。
The door was nothing but a collection of worm…eaten planks roughly bound together by cross…beams which resembled roughly hewn logs。 It opened directly on a steep staircase of lofty steps； muddy； chalky； plaster…stained； dusty steps； of the same width as itself； which could be seen from the street； running straight up like a ladder and disappearing in the darkness between two walls。
The top of the shapeless bay into which this door shut was masked by a narrow scantling in the centre of which a triangular hole had been sawed； which served both as wicket and air…hole when the door was closed。 On the inside of the door the figures 52 had been traced with a couple of strokes of a brush dipped in ink； and above the scantling the same hand had daubed the number 50； so that one hesitated。 Where was one？
Above the door it said； 〃Number 50〃； the inside replied； 〃no； Number 52。〃
No one knows what dust…colored figures were suspended like draperies from the triangular opening。
The window was large； sufficiently elevated； garnished with Venetian blinds； and with a frame in large square panes； only these large panes were suffering from various wounds； which were both concealed and betrayed by an ingenious paper bandage。 And the blinds； dislocated and unpasted； threatened passers…by rather than screened the occupants。
The horizontal slats were missing here and there and had been naively replaced with boards nailed on perpendicularly； so that what began as a blind ended as a shutter。
This door with an unclean； and this window with an honest though dilapidated air； thus beheld on the same house； produced the effect of two inplete beggars walking side by side； with different miens beneath the same rags； the one having always been a mendicant； and the other having once been a gentleman。
The staircase led to a very vast edifice which resembled a shed which had been converted into a house。
This edifice had； for its intestinal tube； a long corridor； on which opened to right and left sorts of partments of varied dimensions which were inhabitable under stress of circumstances； and rather more like stalls than cells。 These chambers received their light from the vague waste grounds in the neighborhood。
All this was dark； disagreeable； wan； melancholy； sepulchral； traversed according as the crevices lay in the roof or in the door； by cold rays or by icy winds。
An interesting and picturesque peculiarity of this sort of dwelling is the enormous size of the spiders。
To the left of the entrance door； on the boulevard side； at about the height of a man from the ground； a small window which had been walled up formed a square niche full of stones which the children had thrown there as they passed by。
A portion of this building has recently been demolished。 From what still remains of it one can form a judgment as to what it was in former days。
As a whole； it was not over a hundred years old。 A hundred years is youth in a church and age in a house。 It seems as though man's lodging partook of his ephemeral character； and God's house of his eternity。
The postmen called the house Number 50…52； but it was known in the neighborhood as the Gorbeau house。
Let us explain whence this appellation was derived。
Collectors of petty details； who bee herbalists of anecdotes； and prick slippery dates into their memories with a pin； know that there was in Paris； during the last century； about 1770； two attorneys at the Chatelet named； one Corbeau （Raven）； the other Renard （Fox）。 The two names had been forestalled by La Fontaine。 The opportunity was too fine for the lawyers； they made the most of it。 A parody was immediately put in circulation in the galleries of the court…house； in verses that limped a little：
Maitre Corbeau； sur un dossier perche；＇13＇
Tenait dans son bee une saisie executoire；
Maitre Renard； par l'odeur alleche；
Lui fit a peu pres cette histoire： He！ bonjour。
Etc。
＇13＇ Lawyer Corbeau； perched on a docket； held in his beak a writ of execution； Lawyer Renard； attracted by the smell； addressed him nearly as follows； etc。
The two honest practitioners； embarrassed by the jests； and finding the bearing of their heads interfered with by the shouts of laughter which followed them； resolved to get rid of their names； and hit upon the expedient of applying to the king。
Their petition was presented to Louis XV。
on the same day when the Papal Nuncio； o