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She was obliged to be there at six o'clock in the morninglong before daylight in winter。 In the same building with the printing office there was a school； and to this school she took her little boy； who was seven years old。 But as she entered the printing office at six； and the school only opened at seven； the child had to wait in the courtyard； for the school to open； for an hourone hour of a winter night in the open air！ They would not allow the child to e into the printing office； because he was in the way； they said。
When the workmen passed in the morning； they beheld this poor little being seated on the pavement； overe with drowsiness； and often fast asleep in the shadow； crouched down and doubled up over his basket。
When it rained； an old woman； the portress； took pity on him； she took him into her den； where there was a pallet； a spinning…wheel； and two wooden chairs； and the little one slumbered in a corner； pressing himself close to the cat that he might suffer less from cold。
At seven o'clock the school opened； and he entered。
That is what was told to Jean Valjean。
They talked to him about it for one day； it was a moment； a flash； as though a window had suddenly been opened upon the destiny of those things whom he had loved； then all closed again。
He heard nothing more forever。
Nothing from them ever reached him again； he never beheld them； he never met them again； and in the continuation of this mournful history they will not be met with any more。
Towards the end of this fourth year Jean Valjean's turn to escape arrived。
His rades assisted him； as is the custom in that sad place。 He escaped。
He wandered for two days in the fields at liberty； if being at liberty is to be hunted； to turn the head every instant； to quake at the slightest noise； to be afraid of everything；of a smoking roof； of a passing man； of a barking dog； of a galloping horse； of a striking clock； of the day because one can see； of the night because one cannot see； of the highway； of the path； of a bush； of sleep。
On the evening of the second day he was captured。 He had neither eaten nor slept for thirty…six hours。
The maritime tribunal condemned him； for this crime； to a prolongation of his term for three years； which made eight years。
In the sixth year his turn to escape occurred again； he availed himself of it； but could not acplish his flight fully。
He was missing at roll…call。 The cannon were fired； and at night the patrol found him hidden under the keel of a vessel in process of construction； he resisted the galley guards who seized him。
Escape and rebellion。 This case； provided for by a special code； was punished by an addition of five years； two of them in the double chain。
Thirteen years。 In the tenth year his turn came round again； he again profited by it； he succeeded no better。
Three years for this fresh attempt。 Sixteen years。
Finally； I think it was during his thirteenth year； he made a last attempt； and only succeeded in getting retaken at the end of four hours of absence。
Three years for those four hours。 Nineteen years。
In October； 1815； he was released； he had entered there in 1796； for having broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread。
Room for a brief parenthesis。
This is the second time； during his studies on the penal question and damnation by law； that the author of this book has e across the theft of a loaf of bread as the point of departure for the disaster of a destiny。 Claude Gaux had stolen a loaf； Jean Valjean had stolen a loaf。 English statistics prove the fact that four thefts out of five in London have hunger for their immediate cause。
Jean Valjean had entered the galleys sobbing and shuddering； he emerged impassive。
He had entered in despair； he emerged gloomy。
What had taken place in that soul？
BOOK SECONDTHE FALL
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VII
THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR
Let us try to say it。
It is necessary that society should look at these things； because it is itself which creates them。
He was； as we have said； an ignorant man； but he was not a fool。 The light of nature was ignited in him。
Unhappiness； which also possesses a clearness of vision of its own； augmented the small amount of daylight which existed in this mind。
Beneath the cudgel； beneath the chain； in the cell； in hardship； beneath the burning sun of the galleys； upon the plank bed of the convict； he withdrew into his own consciousness and meditated。
He constituted himself the tribunal。
He began by putting himself on trial。
He recognized the fact that he was not an innocent man unjustly punished。 He admitted that he had mitted an extreme and blameworthy act； that that loaf of bread would probably not have been refused to him had he asked for it； that； in any case； it would have been better to wait until he could get it through passion or through work； that it is not an unanswerable argument to say； 〃Can one wait when one is hungry？〃
That； in the first place； it is very rare for any one to die of hunger； literally； and next； that； fortunately or unfortunately； man is so constituted that he can suffer long and much； both morally and physically； without dying； that it is therefore necessary to have patience； that that would even have been better for those poor little children； that it had been an act of madness for him； a miserable； unfortunate wretch； to take society at large violently by the collar； and to imagine that one can escape from misery through theft； that that is in any case a poor door through which to escape from misery through which infamy enters； in short； that he was in the wrong。
Then he asked himself
Whether he had been the only one in fault in his fatal history。 Whether it was not a serious thing； that he； a laborer； out of work； that he； an industrious man； should have lacked bread。
And whether； the fault once mitted and confessed； the chastisement had not been ferocious and disproportioned。
Whether there had not been more abuse on the part of the law； in respect to the penalty； than there had been on the part of the culprit in respect to his fault。
Whether there had not been an excess of weights in one balance of the scale； in the one which contains expiation。
Whether the over…weight of the penalty was not equivalent to the annihilation of the crime； and did not result in reversing the situation； of replacing the fault of the delinquent by the fault of the repression； of converting the guilty man into the victim； and the debtor into the creditor； and of ranging the law definitely on the side of the man who had violated it。
Whether this penalty； plicated by successive aggravations for attempts at escape； had not ended in being a sort of outrage perpetrated by the stronger upon the feebler； a crime of society against the individual； a crime which was being mitted afresh every day； a crime which had lasted nineteen years。
He asked himself whether human society could have the right to force its members to suffer equally in one case for its own unreasonable lack of foresight； and in the other case for its pitiless foresight； and to seize a poor man forever between a defect and an excess； a default of work and an excess of punishment。
Whether it was not outrageous for society to treat thus precisely those of its members who were the least well endowed in the division of goods made by chance； and consequently the most deserving of consideration。
These questions put and answered； he judged society and condemned it。
He condemned it to his hatred。
He made it responsible for the fate which he was suffering； and he said to himself that it might be that one day he should not hesitate to call it to account。
He declared to himself that there was no equilibrium between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done to him； he finally arrived at the conclusion that his punishment was not； in truth； unjust； but that it most assuredly was iniquitous。
Anger may be both foolish and absurd； one can be irritated wrongfully； one is exasperated only when there is some show of right on one's side