雨果 悲惨世界 英文版1-第59章

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yellow；　brazen…faced；　feverish；　who　had　a　sort　of　sickly　feebleness　about　all　his　limbs　and　his　whole　person；　and　an　immense　force　in　his　glance。　His　panions　in　the　galleys　had　nicknamed　him　I…deny…God　（Je…nie　Dieu；　Chenildieu）。
　　The　President　addressed　him　in　nearly　the　same　words　which　he　had　used　to　Brevet。
　　At　the　moment　when　he　reminded　him　of　his　infamy　which　deprived　him　of　the　right　to　take　an　oath；　Chenildieu　raised　his　head　and　looked　the　crowd　in　the　face。
　　The　President　invited　him　to　reflection；　and　asked　him　as　he　had　asked　Brevet；　if　he　persisted　in　recognition　of　the　prisoner。
　　Chenildieu　burst　out　laughing。
　　〃Pardieu；　as　if　I　didn't　recognize　him！
　　We　were　attached　to　the　same　chain　for　five　years。
　　So　you　are　sulking；　old　fellow？〃
　　〃Go　take　your　seat；〃　said　the　President。
　　The　usher　brought　in　Cochepaille。
　　He　was　another　convict　for　life；　who　had　e　from　the　galleys；　and　was　dressed　in　red；　like　Chenildieu；　was　a　peasant　from　Lourdes；　and　a　half…bear　of　the　Pyrenees。　He　had　guarded　the　flocks　among　the　mountains；　and　from　a　shepherd　he　had　slipped　into　a　brigand。
　　Cochepaille　was　no　less　savage　and　seemed　even　more　stupid　than　the　prisoner。
　　He　was　one　of　those　wretched　men　whom　nature　has　sketched　out　for　wild　beasts；　and　on　whom　society　puts　the　finishing　touches　as　convicts　in　the　galleys。
　　The　President　tried　to　touch　him　with　some　grave　and　pathetic　words；　and　asked　him；　as　he　had　asked　the　other　two；　if　he　persisted；　without　hesitation　or　trouble；　in　recognizing　the　man　who　was　standing　before　him。
　　〃He　is　Jean　Valjean；〃　said　Cochepaille。
　　〃He　was　even　called　Jean…the…Screw；　because　he　was　so　strong。〃
　　Each　of　these　affirmations　from　these　three　men；　evidently　sincere　and　in　good　faith；　had　raised　in　the　audience　a　murmur　of　bad　augury　for　the　prisoner；a　murmur　which　increased　and　lasted　longer　each　time　that　a　fresh　declaration　was　added　to　the　proceeding。
　　The　prisoner　had　listened　to　them；　with　that　astounded　face　which　was；　according　to　the　accusation；　his　principal　means　of　defence；　at　the　first；　the　gendarmes；　his　neighbors；　had　heard　him　mutter　between　his　teeth：
　　〃Ah；　well；　he's　a　nice　one！〃　after　the　second；　he　said；　a　little　louder；　with　an　air　that　was　almost　that　of　satisfaction；　〃Good！〃　at　the　third；　he　cried；　〃Famous！〃
　　The　President　addressed　him：
　　〃Have　you　heard；　prisoner？
　　What　have　you　to　say？〃
　　He　replied：
　　〃I　say；　‘Famous！'〃
　　An　uproar　broke　out　among　the　audience；　and　was　municated　to　the　jury；　it　was　evident　that　the　man　was　lost。
　　〃Ushers；〃　said　the　President；　〃enforce　silence！
　　I　am　going　to　sum　up　the　arguments。〃
　　At　that　moment　there　was　a　movement　just　beside　the　President；　a　voice　was　heard　crying：
　　〃Brevet！
　　Chenildieu！
　　Cochepaille！　look　here！〃
　　All　who　heard　that　voice　were　chilled；　so　lamentable　and　terrible　was　it；　all　eyes　were　turned　to　the　point　whence　it　had　proceeded。　A　man；　placed　among　the　privileged　spectators　who　were　seated　behind　the　court；　had　just　risen；　had　pushed　open　the　half…door　which　separated　the　tribunal　from　the　audience；　and　was　standing　in　the　middle　of　the　hall；　the　President；　the　district…attorney；　M。　Bamatabois；　twenty　persons；　recognized　him；　and　exclaimed　in　concert：
　　〃M。　Madeleine！〃


BOOK　SEVENTH。THE　CHAMPMATHIEU　AFFAIR
CHAPTER　XI　
　　CHAMPMATHIEU　MORE　AND　MORE　ASTONISHED
　　It　was　he；　in　fact。
　　The　clerk's　lamp　illumined　his　countenance。　He　held　his　hat　in　his　hand；　there　was　no　disorder　in　his　clothing；　his　coat　was　carefully　buttoned；　he　was　very　pale；　and　he　trembled　slightly；　his　hair；　which　had　still　been　gray　on　his　arrival　in　Arras；　was　now　entirely　white：
　　it　had　turned　white　during　the　hour　he　had　sat　there。
　　All　heads　were　raised：
　　the　sensation　was　indescribable；　there　was　a　momentary　hesitation　in　the　audience；　the　voice　had　been　so　heart…rending；　the　man　who　stood　there　appeared　so　calm　that　they　did　not　understand　at　first。
　　They　asked　themselves　whether　he　had　indeed　uttered　that　cry；　they　could　not　believe　that　that　tranquil　man　had　been　the　one　to　give　that　terrible　outcry。
　　This　indecision　only　lasted　a　few　seconds。
　　Even　before　the　President　and　the　district…attorney　could　utter　a　word；　before　the　ushers　and　the　gendarmes　could　make　a　gesture；　the　man　whom　all　still　called；　at　that　moment；　M。　Madeleine；　had　advanced　towards　the　witnesses　Cochepaille；　Brevet；　and　Chenildieu。
　　〃Do　you　not　recognize　me？〃　said　he。
　　All　three　remained　speechless；　and　indicated　by　a　sign　of　the　head　that　they　did　not　know　him。
　　Cochepaille；　who　was　intimidated；　made　a　military　salute。
　　M。　Madeleine　turned　towards　the　jury　and　the　court；　and　said　in　a　gentle　voice：
　　〃Gentlemen　of　the　jury；　order　the　prisoner　to　be　released！　Mr。　President；　have　me　arrested。
　　He　is　not　the　man　whom　you　are　in　search　of；　it　is　I：　I　am　Jean　Valjean。〃
　　Not　a　mouth　breathed；　the　first　motion　of　astonishment　had　been　followed　by　a　silence　like　that　of　the　grave；　those　within　the　hall　experienced　that　sort　of　religious　terror　which　seizes　the　masses　when　something　grand　has　been　done。
　　In　the　meantime；　the　face　of　the　President　was　stamped　with　sympathy　and　sadness；　he　had　exchanged　a　rapid　sign　with　the　district…attorney　and　a　few　low…toned　words　with　the　assistant　judges；　he　addressed　the　public；　and　asked　in　accents　which　all　understood：
　　〃Is　there　a　physician　present？〃
　　The　district…attorney　took　the　word：
　　〃Gentlemen　of　the　jury；　the　very　strange　and　unexpected　incident　which　disturbs　the　audience　inspires　us；　like　yourselves；　only　with　a　sentiment　which　it　is　unnecessary　for　us　to　express。　You　all　know；　by　reputation　at　least；　the　honorable　M。　Madeleine；　mayor　of　M。　sur　M。；　if　there　is　a　physician　in　the　audience；　we　join　the　President　in　requesting　him　to　attend　to　M。　Madeleine；　and　to　conduct　him　to　his　home。〃
　　M。Madeleine　did　not　allow　the　district…attorney　to　finish；　he　interrupted　him　in　accents　full　of　suavity　and　authority。　These　are　the　words　which　he　uttered；　here　they　are　literally；　as　they　were　written　down；　immediately　after　the　trial　by　one　of　the　witnesses　to　this　scene；　and　as　they　now　ring　in　the　ears　of　those　who　heard　them　nearly　forty　years　ago：
　　〃I　thank　you；　Mr。　District…Attorney；　but　I　am　not　mad；　you　shall　see；　you　were　on　the　point　of　mitting　a　great　error；　release　this　man！　I　am　fulfilling　a　duty；　I　am　that　miserable　criminal。
　　I　am　the　only　one　here　who　sees　the　matter　clearly；　and　I　am　telling　you　the　truth。
　　God；　who　is　on　high；　looks　down　on　what　I　am　doing　at　this　moment；　and　that　suffices。
　　You　can　take　me；　for　here　I　am：　but　I　have　done　my　best；　I　concealed　myself　under　another　name；　I　have　bee　rich；　I　have　bee　a　mayor；　I　have　tried　to　re…enter　the　ranks　of　the　honest。
　　It　seems　that　that　is　not　to　be　done。　In　short；　there　are　many　things　which　I　cannot　tell。
　　I　will　not　narrate　the　story　of　my　life　to　you；　you　will　hear　it　one　of　these　days。　I　robbed　Monseigneur　the　Bishop；　it　is　true；　it　is　true　that　I　robbed　Little　Gervais；　they　were　right　in　telling　you　that　Jean　Valjean　was　a　very　vicious　wretch。
　　Perhaps　it　was　not　altogether　his　fault。
　　Listen；　honorable　judges！　a　man　who　has　been　so　greatly　humbled　as　I　have　has　neither　any　remonstrances　to　make　to　Providence；　nor　any　advice　to　give　to　society；　but；　you　see；　the　infamy　from　which　I　have　tried　to　escape　is　an　injurious　thing；　the　galleys　make　the　convict　what　he　is；　reflect　upon　that；　if　you　please。　Before　going　to　the　galleys；　I　was　a　poor　peasant；　with　very　little　intelligence；　a　sort　of　idiot；　the　galleys　wrought　a　change　in　me。
　　I　was　stupid；　I　became　vicious：
　　I　was　a　block　of　wood；　I　became　a　firebrand。
　　Later　on；　indulgence　and　kindness　saved　me；　as　severity　had　ruined　me。
　　But；　pardon　me；　you　cannot　understand　what　I　am　saying。
　　You　will　find　at　my　house；　among　the　ashes　in　the　fireplace；　the　forty…sou　piece　which　I　stole；　seven　years　ago；　from　little　Gervais。
　　I　have　nothing　farther　to　add；　take　me。　Good　God！　the　district…attorney　shakes　his　head；　you　say；　'M。　Madeleine　has　gone　mad！'　you　do　not　believe　me！　that　is　distressing。
　　Do　not；　at　least；　condemn　this　man！
　　What！　these　men　do　not　recognize　me！　I　wish　Javert　were　here；　he　would　recognize　me。〃
　　Nothing　can　reproduce　the　sombre　and　kindly　melancholy　of　tone　which　acpanied　these　words。
　　He　turned　to　the　three　convicts；　and　said：
　　〃Well；　I　recognize　you；　do　you　remember；　Brevet？〃
　　He　paused；　hesitated　for　an　instant；　and　said：
　　〃Do　you　remember　the　knitted　suspenders　with　a　checked　pattern　which　you　wore　in　the　galleys？〃
　　Brevet　gave　a　start　of　surprise；　and　surveyed　him　from　head　to　foot　with　a　frightened　air。
　　He　continued：
　　〃Chenildieu；　you　who　conferred　on　yourself　the　name　of　‘Jenie…Dieu；'　your　whole　right　shoulder　bears　a　deep　burn；　because　you　one　day　laid　your　shoulder　against　the　chafing…dish　full　of　coals；　in　order　to　efface　the　three　letters　T。　F。　P。；　which　are　still　visible；　nevertheless；　answer；　is　this　true？〃
　　〃It　is　true；〃　said　Chenildieu。
　　He　addressed　himself　to　Cochepaille：
　　〃Cochepaille；　you　have；　near　the　bend　in　your　left　arm；　a　date　stamped　in　blue　letters　with　burnt　powder；　the　date　is　that　of　the　landing　of　the　Emperor　at　Cannes；　March　1；　1815；　pull　up　your　sleeve！〃
　　Cochepaille　pushed　up　his　sleeve；　all　eyes　were　focused　on　him　and　on　his　bare　arm。
　　A　gendarme　held　a　light　close　to　it；　there　was　the　date。
　　The　unhappy　man　turned　to　the　spectators　and　the　judges　with　a　smile　which　still　rends　the　hearts　of　all　who　saw　it　whenever　they　think　of　it。
　　It　was　a　smile　of　triumph；　it　was　also　a　smile　of　despair。
　　〃You　see　plainly；〃　he　said；　〃that　I　am　Jean　Valjean。〃
　　In　that　chamber　there　were　no　longer　either　judges；　accusers；　nor　gendarmes；　there　was　nothing　but　staring　eyes　and　sympathizing　hearts。
　　No　one　recalled　any　longer　the　part　that　each　might　be　called　upon　to　play；　the　district…attorney　forgot　he　was　there　for　the　purpose　of　prosecuting；　the　President　that　he　was　there　to　preside；　the　counsel　for　the　defence　that　he　was　there　to　defend。　It　was　a　striking　circumstance　that　no　question　was　put；　that　no　authority　intervened。
　　The　peculiarity　of　sublime　spectacles　is；　that　they　capture　all　souls　and　turn　witnesses　into　spectators。　No　one；　probably；　could　have　explained　what　he　felt；　no　one；　probably；　said　to　himself　that　he　was　witnessing　the　splendid　outburst　of　a　grand　light：
　　all　felt　themselves　inwardly　dazzled。
　　It　was　evident　that　they　had　Jean　Valjean　before　their　eyes。　That　was　clear。
　　The　appearance　of　this　man　had　sufficed　to　suffuse　with　light　that　matter　which　had　been　so　obscure　but　a　moment　previously；　without　any　further　explanation：
　　the　whole　crowd；　as　by　a　sort　of　electric　revelation；　understood　instantly　and　at　a　single　glance　the　simple　and　magnificent　history　of　a　man　who　was　delivering　himself　up　so　that　another　man　might　not　be　condemned　in　his　stead。　The　details；　the　hesitations；　little　possible　oppositions；　were　swallowed　up　in　that　vast　and　luminous　fact。
　　It　was　an　impression　which　vanished　speedily；　but　which　was