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雨果 悲惨世界 英文版1- 第147节


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  It sometimes happened that kind…hearted women turned back to bestow a sou on him。 Jean Valjean accepted the sou with a deep bow。
  It also happened occasionally that he encountered some poor wretch asking alms; then he looked behind him to make sure that no one was observing him; stealthily approached the unfortunate man; put a piece of money into his hand; often a silver coin; and walked rapidly away。 This had its disadvantages。
  He began to be known in the neighborhood under the name of the beggar who gives alms。
  The old principal lodger; a cross…looking creature; who was thoroughly permeated; so far as her neighbors were concerned; with the inquisitiveness peculiar to envious persons; scrutinized Jean Valjean a great deal; without his suspecting the fact。
  She was a little deaf; which rendered her talkative。
  There remained to her from her past; two teeth;one above; the other below;which she was continually knocking against each other。
  She had questioned Cosette; who had not been able to tell her anything; since she knew nothing herself except that she had e from Montfermeil。
  One morning; this spy saw Jean Valjean; with an air which struck the old gossip as peculiar; entering one of the uninhabited partments of the hovel。 She followed him with the step of an old cat; and was able to observe him without being seen; through a crack in the door; which was directly opposite him。
  Jean Valjean had his back turned towards this door; by way of greater security; no doubt。
  The old woman saw him fumble in his pocket and draw thence a case; scissors; and thread; then he began to rip the lining of one of the skirts of his coat; and from the opening he took a bit of yellowish paper; which he unfolded。 The old woman recognized; with terror; the fact that it was a bank…bill for a thousand francs。
  It was the second or third only that she had seen in the course of her existence。
  She fled in alarm。
  A moment later; Jean Valjean accosted her; and asked her to go and get this thousand…franc bill changed for him; adding that it was his quarterly ine; which he had received the day before。 〃Where?〃 thought the old woman。
  〃He did not go out until six o'clock in the evening; and the government bank certainly is not open at that hour。〃
  The old woman went to get the bill changed; and mentioned her surmises。
  That thousand…franc note; mented on and multiplied; produced a vast amount of terrified discussion among the gossips of the Rue des Vignes Saint…Marcel。
  A few days later; it chanced that Jean Valjean was sawing some wood; in his shirt…sleeves; in the corridor。
  The old woman was in the chamber; putting things in order。
  She was alone。
  Cosette was occupied in admiring the wood as it was sawed。
  The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging on a nail; and examined it。
  The lining had been sewed up again。
  The good woman felt of it carefully; and thought she observed in the skirts and revers thicknesses of paper。 More thousand…franc bank…bills; no doubt!
  She also noticed that there were all sorts of things in the pockets。 Not only the needles; thread; and scissors which she had seen; but a big pocket…book; a very large knife; anda suspicious circumstance several wigs of various colors。
  Each pocket of this coat had the air of being in a manner provided against unexpected accidents。
  Thus the inhabitants of the house reached the last days of winter。


BOOK FOURTH。THE GORBEAU HOVEL
CHAPTER V 
  A FIVE…FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT
  Near Saint…Medard's church there was a poor man who was in the habit of crouching on the brink of a public well which had been condemned; and on whom Jean Valjean was fond of bestowing charity。
  He never passed this man without giving him a few sous。
  Sometimes he spoke to him。 Those who envied this mendicant said that he belonged to the police。 He was an ex…beadle of seventy…five; who was constantly mumbling his prayers。
  One evening; as Jean Valjean was passing by; when he had not Cosette with him; he saw the beggar in his usual place; beneath the lantern which had just been lighted。
  The man seemed engaged in prayer; according to his custom; and was much bent over。
  Jean Valjean stepped up to him and placed his customary alms in his hand。 The mendicant raised his eyes suddenly; stared intently at Jean Valjean; then dropped his head quickly。
  This movement was like a flash of lightning。
  Jean Valjean was seized with a shudder。 It seemed to him that he had just caught sight; by the light of the street lantern; not of the placid and beaming visage of the old beadle; but of a well…known and startling face。 He experienced the same impression that one would have on finding one's self; all of a sudden; face to face; in the dark; with a tiger。 He recoiled; terrified; petrified; daring neither to breathe; to speak; to remain; nor to flee; staring at the beggar who had dropped his head; which was enveloped in a rag; and no longer appeared to know that he was there。
  At this strange moment; an instinct possibly the mysterious instinct of self…preservation;restrained Jean Valjean from uttering a word。
  The beggar had the same figure; the same rags; the same appearance as he had every day。
  〃Bah!〃 said Jean Valjean; 〃I am mad!
  I am dreaming!
  Impossible!〃
  And he returned profoundly troubled。
  He hardly dared to confess; even to himself; that the face which he thought he had seen was the face of Javert。
  That night; on thinking the matter over; he regretted not having questioned the man; in order to force him to raise his head a second time。
  On the following day; at nightfall; he went back。
  The beggar was at his post。
  〃Good day; my good man;〃 said Jean Valjean; resolutely; handing him a sou。
  The beggar raised his head; and replied in a whining voice; 〃Thanks; my good sir。〃
  It was unmistakably the ex…beadle。
  Jean Valjean felt pletely reassured。
  He began to laugh。 〃How the deuce could I have thought that I saw Javert there?〃 he thought。
  〃Am I going to lose my eyesight now?〃
  And he thought no more about it。
  A few days afterwards;it might have been at eight o'clock in the evening;he was in his room; and engaged in making Cosette spell aloud; when he heard the house door open and then shut again。 This struck him as singular。
  The old woman; who was the only inhabitant of the house except himself; always went to bed at nightfall; so that she might not burn out her candles。
  Jean Valjean made a sign to Cosette to be quiet。
  He heard some one ascending the stairs。 It might possibly be the old woman; who might have fallen ill and have been out to the apothecary's。 Jean Valjean listened。
  The step was heavy; and sounded like that of a man; but the old woman wore stout shoes; and there is nothing which so strongly resembles the step of a man as that of an old woman。
  Nevertheless; Jean Valjean blew out his candle。
  He had sent Cosette to bed; saying to her in a low voice; 〃Get into bed very softly〃; and as he kissed her brow; the steps paused。
  Jean Valjean remaine
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