Chapter 118 Eight Another Charade

The child had already fallen asleep with his head resting on a stone. He sat beside her and watched her sleep.Looking at it, his heart gradually settled down, and his thoughts gradually moved freely. He clearly realized the truth, that is, the meaning of his life from now on. He realized that as long as she was here, as long as he could keep her by his side, he would need nothing but for her, and he would not need anything except for her. Fear nothing.He had taken off his coat and wrapped it around Cosette; he was very cold himself, but he did not even feel it. At this time, in his dreams, he heard more than once a strange sound.Like a bell being vibrated.The voice came from the garden.The voice is weak but clear.Something like the faint music heard from the bells around the necks of animals at night in the pastures.

The sound made Jean Valjean turn his head. He looked ahead and saw a man in the garden. The man seemed to be a man. He walked back and forth between the glass enclosures in the melon field, stopped and stopped, sometimes bent down, then stood up and walked again, as if he was dragging or sowing something in the field.The man seemed to be walking with a limp. Jean Valjean was taken aback by the sight, as a disturbed man is constantly frightened.They feel hostile and suspicious about themselves in everything.They are wary of the day, because it helps others see themselves, and the night, because it helps others see themselves.He panicked at first because of the desolation of the garden, and now he panicked because of the people in the garden.

He fell from the horror of fantasy to the terror of reality.Perhaps, he thought, Javert and the spies had not yet left, but they must have left some watchmen in the street, who, if they found him in the garden, would cry out for a thief and hand him over.He gently embraced the sleeping Cosette in his arms, and carried her to the innermost corner of the dilapidated shed, behind a pile of useless furniture.Cosette did not move at all. From here, he carefully observed the actions of the man in the melon field.One thing is very strange, the ringing of the bell follows the action of the man.When people approach, the sound is near, and when people go far, the sound is far away.He made a hasty movement, and the bell made a series of hasty sounds. He stopped still, and the bell stopped immediately.Obviously, the bell was tied to the man, but what does that mean?With bells on his body like cattle and sheep, who the hell is that?

As he wondered, he reached out and touched Cosette's hand.Her hands are cold. "Oh, my God!" he said. He whispered: "Cosette!" She doesn't open her eyes. He pushed her hard. She didn't wake up either. "Couldn't it be dead!" he said, and immediately stood up, shaking from head to toe. A jumble of incomparably terrifying thoughts raced through his mind.Sometimes, we feel that all kinds of frightening imaginings are coming at us like a group of monsters, and violently shaking our nerves.When something happens to someone we love, our prudence tends to produce wild fantasies for no reason.It occurred to him that sleeping outdoors on a winter night could kill someone.

Cosette, pale in the face, lay motionless at his feet. He listened to her breathing, she was still exhaling, but he felt that her breathing was so weak that it was about to stop. How to warm her up?How to wake her up?Except for these two things, he didn't care about anything.He rushed out of the broken house in a frenzy. Cosette must lie before the fire and on the bed for a quarter of an hour.