Jean Valjean's eyes remained fixed on the earth。
〃My piece of money！〃 cried the child； 〃my white piece！ my silver！〃
It seemed as though Jean Valjean did not hear him。
The child grasped him by the collar of his blouse and shook him。
At the same time he made an effort to displace the big iron…shod shoe which rested on his treasure。
〃I want my piece of money！ my piece of forty sous！〃
The child wept。
Jean Valjean raised his head。
He still remained seated。
His eyes were troubled。
He gazed at the child； in a sort of amazement； then he stretched out his hand towards his cudgel and cried in a terrible voice； 〃Who's there？〃
〃I； sir；〃 replied the child。
〃Little Gervais！
I！
Give me back my forty sous； if you please！
Take your foot away； sir； if you please！〃
Then irritated； though he was so small； and being almost menacing：
〃e now； will you take your foot away？
Take your foot away； or we'll see！〃
〃Ah！
It's still you！〃 said Jean Valjean； and rising abruptly to his feet； his foot still resting on the silver piece； he added：
〃Will you take yourself off！〃
The frightened child looked at him； then began to tremble from head to foot； and after a few moments of stupor he set out； running at the top of his speed； without daring to turn his neck or to utter a cry。
Nevertheless； lack of breath forced him to halt after a certain distance； and Jean Valjean heard him sobbing； in the midst of his own revery。
At the end of a few moments the child had disappeared。
The sun had set。
The shadows were descending around Jean Valjean。
He had eaten nothing all day； it is probable that he was feverish。
He had remained standing and had not changed his attitude after the child's flight。
The breath heaved his chest at long and irregular intervals。
His gaze； fixed ten or twelve paces in front of him； seemed to be scrutinizing with profound attention the shape of an ancient fragment of blue earthenware which had fallen in the grass。 All at once he shivered； he had just begun to feel the chill of evening。
He settled his cap more firmly on his brow； sought mechanically to cross and button his blouse； advanced a step and stopped to pick up his cudgel。
At that moment he caught sight of the forty…sou piece； which his foot had half ground into the earth； and which was shining among the pebbles。
It was as though he had received a galvanic shock。 〃What is this？〃 he muttered between his teeth。
He recoiled three paces； then halted； without being able to detach his gaze from the spot which his foot had trodden but an instant before； as though the thing which lay glittering there in the gloom had been an open eye riveted upon him。
At the expiration of a few moments he darted convulsively towards the silver coin； seized it； and straightened himself up again and began to gaze afar off over the plain； at the same time casting his eyes towards all points of the horizon； as he stood there erect and shivering； like a terrified wild animal which is seeking refuge。
He saw nothing。
Night was falling； the plain was cold and vague； great banks of violet haze were rising in the gleam of the twilight。
He said； 〃Ah！〃 and set out rapidly in the direction in which the child had disappeared。
After about thirty paces he paused； looked about him and saw nothing。
Then he shouted with all his might：
〃Little Gervais！
Little Gervais！〃
He paused and waited。
There was no reply。
The landscape was gloomy and deserted。
He was enpassed by space。 There was nothing around him but an obscurity in which his gaze was lost； and a silence which engulfed his voice。
An icy north wind was blowing； and imparted to things around him a sort of lugubrious life。
The bushes shook their thin little arms with incredible fury。
One would have said that they were threatening and pursuing some one。
He set out on his march again； then he began to run； and from time to time he halted and shouted into that solitude； with a voice which was the most formidable and the most disconsolate that it was possible to hear； 〃Little Gervais！
Little Gervais！〃
Assuredly； if the child had heard him； he would have been alarmed and would have taken good care not to show himself。
But the child was no doubt already far away。
He encountered a priest on horseback。
He stepped up to him and said：
〃Monsieur le Cure； have you seen a child pass？〃
〃No；〃 said the priest。
〃One named Little Gervais？〃
〃I have seen no one。〃
He drew two five…franc pieces from his money…bag and handed them to the priest。
〃Monsieur le Cure； this is for your poor people。
Monsieur le Cure； he was a little lad； about ten years old； with a marmot； I think； and a hurdy…gurdy。 One of those Savoyards； you know？〃
〃I have not seen him。〃
〃Little Gervais？
There are no villages here？
Can you tell me？〃
〃If he is like what you say； my friend； he is a little stranger。 Such persons pass through these parts。
We know nothing of them。〃
Jean Valjean seized two more coins of five francs each with violence； and gave them to the priest。
〃For your poor；〃 he said。
Then he added； wildly：
〃Monsieur l'Abbe； have me arrested。
I am a thief。〃
The priest put spurs to his horse and fled in haste； much alarmed。
Jean Valjean set out on a run； in the direction which he had first taken。
In this way he traversed a tolerably long distance； gazing； calling； shouting； but he met no one。
Two or three times he ran across the plain towards something which conveyed to him the effect of a human being reclining or crouching down； it turned out to be nothing but brushwood or rocks nearly on a level with the earth。 At length； at a spot where three paths intersected each other； he stopped。
The moon had risen。
He sent his gaze into the distance and shouted for the last time； 〃Little Gervais！
Little Gervais！ Little Gervais！〃
His shout died away in the mist； without even awakening an echo。
He murmured yet once more； 〃Little Gervais！〃 but in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice。
It was his last effort； his legs gave way abruptly under him； as though an invisible power had suddenly overwhelmed him with the weight of his evil conscience； he fell exhausted； on a large stone； his fists clenched in his hair and his face on his knees； and he cried； 〃I am a wretch！〃
Then his heart burst； and he began to cry。
It was the first time that he had wept in nineteen years。
When Jean Valjean left the Bishop's house； he was； as we have seen； quite thrown out of everything that had been his thought hitherto。 He could not yield to the evidence of what was going on within him。 He hardened himself against the angelic action and the gentle words of the old man。
〃You have promised me to bee an honest man。 I buy your soul。
I take it away from the spirit of perversity； I give it to the good God。〃
This recurred to his mind unceasingly。
To this celestial kindness he opposed pride； which is the fortress of evil within us。 He was indistinctly conscious that the pardon of this priest was the greatest assault and the most formidable attack which had moved him yet； that his obduracy was finally settled if he resisted this clemency； that if he yielded； he should be obliged to renounce that hatred with which the actions of other men had filled his soul through so many years； and which pleased him； that this time it was necessary to conquer or to be conquered； and that a struggle； a colossal and final struggle； had been begun between his viciousness and the goodness of that man。
In the presence of these lights； he proceeded like a man who is intoxicated。
As he walked thus with haggard eyes； did he have a distinct perception of what might result to him from his adventure at D？ Did he understand all those mysterious murmurs which warn or importune the spirit at certain moments of life？ Did a voice whisper in his ear that he had just passed the solemn hour of his destiny； that there no longer remained a middle course for him； that if he were not henceforth the best of men； he would be the worst； that it behooved him now； so to speak； to mount higher than the Bishop； or fall lower than the convict； that if he wished to bee good be must bee an angel； that if he wished to remain evil； he must bee a monster？
Here； again； some questions must be put； which we have already put to ourselves elsewhere：
did he catch some shadow of all this in his thought； in a confused way？
Misfortune certainly； as we have said； does form the education of the intelligence； nevertheless； it is doubtful whether Jean Valjean was in a condition to disentangle all that we have here indicated。
If these ideas occurred to him； he but caught glimpses of； rather than saw them； and they only succeeded in throwing him into an unutterable and almost painful state of emotion。
On emerging from that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys； the Bishop had hurt his soul； as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on emerging from the dark。
The future life； the possible life which offered itself to him henceforth； all pure and radiant； filled him with tremors and anxiety。
He no longer knew where he really was。
Like an owl； who should suddenly see the sun rise； the convict had been dazzled and blinded； as it were； by virtue。
That which was certain； that which he did not doubt； was that he was no longer the same man； that everything about him was changed； that it was no longer in his power to make it as though the Bishop had not spoken to him and had not touched him。
In this state of mind he had encountered little Gervais； and had robbed him of his forty sous。
Why？
He certainly could not have explained it； was this the last effect and the supreme effort； as it were； of the evil thoughts which he had brought away from the galleys； a remnant of impulse； a result of what is called in statics； acquired force？
It was that； and it was also； perhaps； even less than that。
Let us say it simply； it was not he who stole； it was not the man； it was the beast； who； by habit and instinct； had simply placed his foot upon that money； while the intelligence was struggling amid so many novel and hitherto unheard…of thoughts besetting it。
When intelligence re…awakened and beheld that action of the brute； Jean Valjean recoiled with anguish and uttered a cry of terror。
It was because；strange phenomenon； and one which was possible only in the situation in which he found himself；in stealing the money from that child； he had done a thing of which he was no longer capable。
However that may be； this last evil action had a decisive effect on him； it abruptly traversed that chaos which he bore in his mind； and dispersed it； placed on one side the thick obscurity； and on the other the light； and acted on his soul； in the state in which it then was； as certain chemical reagents act upon a troubled mixture by precipitating one element and clarifying the other。
First of all； even before examining himself and re