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A man responded：
〃But there is a light in that room； nevertheless。〃
They recognized Javert's voice。
The chamber was so arranged that the door in opening masked the corner of the wall on the right。
Jean Valjean blew out the light and placed himself in this angle。
Sister Simplice fell on her knees near the table。
The door opened。
Javert entered。
The whispers of many men and the protestations of the portress were audible in the corridor。
The nun did not raise her eyes。
She was praying。
The candle was on the chimney…piece； and gave but very little light。
Javert caught sight of the nun and halted in amazement。
It will be remembered that the fundamental point in Javert； his element； the very air he breathed； was veneration for all authority。 This was impregnable； and admitted of neither objection nor restriction。 In his eyes； of course； the ecclesiastical authority was the chief of all； he was religious； superficial and correct on this point as on all others。
In his eyes； a priest was a mind； who never makes a mistake； a nun was a creature who never sins； they were souls walled in from this world； with a single door which never opened except to allow the truth to pass through。
On perceiving the sister； his first movement was to retire。
But there was also another duty which bound him and impelled him imperiously in the opposite direction。
His second movement was to remain and to venture on at least one question。
This was Sister Simplice； who had never told a lie in her life。 Javert knew it； and held her in special veneration in consequence。
〃Sister；〃 said he； 〃are you alone in this room？〃
A terrible moment ensued； during which the poor portress felt as though she should faint。
The sister raised her eyes and answered：
〃Yes。〃
〃Then；〃 resumed Javert； 〃you will excuse me if I persist； it is my duty； you have not seen a certain persona manthis evening？ He has escaped； we are in search of himthat Jean Valjean； you have not seen him？〃
The sister replied：
〃No。〃
She lied。
She had lied twice in succession； one after the other； without hesitation； promptly； as a person does when sacrificing herself。
〃Pardon me；〃 said Javert； and he retired with a deep bow。
O sainted maid！ you left this world many years ago； you have rejoined your sisters； the virgins； and your brothers； the angels； in the light； may this lie be counted to your credit in paradise！
The sister's affirmation was for Javert so decisive a thing that he did not even observe the singularity of that candle which had but just been extinguished； and which was still smoking on the table。
An hour later； a man； marching amid trees and mists； was rapidly departing from M。 sur M。 in the direction of Paris。
That man was Jean Valjean。
It has been established by the testimony of two or three carters who met him； that he was carrying a bundle； that he was dressed in a blouse。
Where had he obtained that blouse？ No one ever found out。
But an aged workman had died in the infirmary of the factory a few days before； leaving behind him nothing but his blouse。
Perhaps that was the one。
One last word about Fantine。
We all have a mother；the earth。
Fantine was given back to that mother。
The cure thought that he was doing right； and perhaps he really was； in reserving as much money as possible from what Jean Valjean had left for the poor。
Who was concerned； after all？
A convict and a woman of the town。
That is why he had a very simple funeral for Fantine； and reduced it to that strictly necessary form known as the pauper's grave。
So Fantine was buried in the free corner of the cemetery which belongs to anybody and everybody； and where the poor are lost。
Fortunately； God knows where to find the soul again。 Fantine was laid in the shade； among the first bones that came to hand； she was subjected to the promiscuousness of ashes。 She was thrown into the public grave。
Her grave resembled her bed。
＇The end of Volume I。 〃Fantine〃＇
BOOK FIRST。…WATERLOO
CHAPTER I
WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES
year （1861）； on a beautiful May morning； a traveller； the personwho is telling this story； was ing from Nivelles； and directinghis course towards La Hulpe。 He was on foot。 He was pursuinga broad paved road； which undulated between two rows of trees；over the hills which succeed each other； raise the road and let itfall again； and produce something in the nature of enormous waves。
He had passed Lillois and Bois…Seigneur…Isaac。 In the west heperceived the slate…roofed tower of Braine…l'Alleud； which hasthe form of a reversed vase。 He had just left behind a wood uponan eminence； and at the angle of the cross…road； by the sideof a sort of mouldy gibbet bearing the inscription AncientBarrier No。 4； a public house； bearing on its front this sign： At the Four Winds （Aux Quatre Vents）。 Echabeau； Private Cafe。
A quarter of a league further on； he arrived at the bottom of alittle valley； where there is water which passes beneath an archmade through the embankment of the road。 The clump of sparselyplanted but very green trees； which fills the valley on one side ofthe road； is dispersed over the meadows on the other； and disappearsgracefully and as in order in the direction of Braine…l'Alleud。
On the right； close to the road； was an inn； with a four…wheeled cartat the door； a large bundle of hop…poles； a plough； a heap of driedbrushwood near a flourishing hedge； lime smoking in a square hole；and a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions。 A young girl was weeding in a field； where a huge yellow poster；probably of some outside spectacle； such as a parish festival；was fluttering in the wind。 At one corner of the inn； beside a poolin which a flotilla of ducks was navigating； a badly paved path plungedinto the bushes。 The wayfarer struck into this。
After traversing a hundred paces； skirting a wall of thefifteenth century； surmounted by a pointed gable； with bricks setin contrast； he found himself before a large door of arched stone；with a rectilinear impost； in the sombre style of Louis XIV。； flankedby two flat medallions。 A severe facade rose above this door；a wall； perpendicular to the facade； almost touched the door；and flanked it with an abrupt right angle。 In the meadowbefore the door lay three harrows； through which； in disorder；grew all the flowers of May。 The door was closed。 The two decrepitleaves which barred it were ornamented with an old rusty knocker。
The sun was charming； the branches had that soft shivering of May；which seems to proceed rather from the nests than from the wind。 A brave little bird； probably a lover； was carolling in a distractedmanner in a large tree。
The wayfarer bent over and examined a rather large circular excavation；resembling the hollow of a sphere； in the stone on the left；at the foot of the pier of the door。
At this moment the leaves of the door parted； and a peasantwoman emerged。
She saw the wayfarer； and perceived what he was looking at。
〃It was a French cannon…ball which made that；〃 she said to him。 And she added：
〃That which you see there； higher up in the door； near a nail；is the hole of a big iron bullet as large as an egg。 The bullet didnot pierce the wood。〃
〃What is the name of this place？〃 inquired the wayfarer。
〃Hougomont；〃 said the peasant woman。
The traveller straightened himself up。 He walked on a few paces；and went off to look over the tops of the hedges。 On the horizonthrough the trees； he perceived a sort of little elevation；and on this elevation something which at that distance resembleda lion。
He was on the battle…field of Waterloo。
BOOK FIRST。…WATERLOO
CHAPTER II
HOUGOMONT
Hougomont；this was a funereal spot； the beginning of the obstacle； the first resistance； which that great wood…cutter of Europe； called Napoleon； encountered at Waterloo； the first knot under the blows of his axe。
It was a chateau； it is no longer anything but a farm。
For the antiquary； Hougomont is Hugomons。
This manor was built by Hugo；