Chapter 319 Nineteen Jean Valjean Revenge

Jean Valjean, who was left alone with Javert, untied the rope that bound the prisoner round the waist, which was knotted under the table, and made a gesture to Javert to stand up. Javert complied with a smile, the smile was still so unpredictable, but it showed a sense of superiority of bound authority. Jean Valjean seized Javert by the belt, as one grasps the thong of a beast of burden, and dragging him behind him, walked slowly out of the hotel, taking very small steps because Javert's legs were bound. Jean Valjean held the pistol in his hand. They passed the small square inside the barricade.The rebels were so engrossed in the coming onslaught that they turned away.

Marius, who was placed alone at the end of the wall on the left, saw them go by.The ghostly fire that burned in his heart illuminated the paired image of the tortured and the executioner. Jean Valjean made Javert, with his legs bound, crawl over the trenches of the Rue de la Mondeau without difficulty, but he did not let go for a moment. They had crossed the wall, and now they were alone in the path, and no one could see them.The corners of the houses obscured the sight of the insurgents.The corpses brought out of the barricades were piled up in a horrible heap a few steps ahead of them. A pale face, disheveled hair, a pierced hand, and the half-naked breast of a woman could be recognized in the mass of the dead. This was Éponine.

Javert looked sideways at the female corpse, and whispered in an exceptionally peaceful voice, "I seem to know this girl." He turned again to Jean Valjean. Jean Valjean, with the gun under his arm, fixed Javert with a look which meant: "Javert, it is I." Javert replied: "You take revenge." Jean Valjean took a knife from his pocket and opened it. "A dagger!" exclaimed Javert, "you did right, it suits you better." Jean Valjean cut Javert's neck, cut the cord around his wrists, stooped down and cut the cords around his feet, rose up and said:

"You are free." Javert was not easily surprised.At this time, although he was good at controlling himself, he could not help being shocked, so he was dumbfounded. Jean Valjean continued: "I don't think I can get out of here. If I am lucky enough to get out, I live at 7 Rue des Warriors. My name is Fauchelevent." Javert frowned like a tiger, one corner of his mouth was slightly opened, and he muttered between his teeth: "You have to watch out." "Come on," said Jean Valjean. "You were talking about Fauchelevent, Rue des Warriors?"

"Number seven." Javert repeated in a low voice: "Number Seven." He buttoned his overcoat again, straightened his shoulders, resumed his military posture, turned back, folded his arms, rested his chin on one hand, and walked towards Machang Street.Jean Valjean followed him with his eyes.After a few steps, Javert returned and called to Jean Valjean: "You bore me so much that you might as well kill me." Javert himself did not notice that he did not use "you" to speak to Jean Valjean. "Go away," said Jean Valjean. Javert walked away slowly, and a moment later he turned the corner of the Rue de Mission Friars.

When Javert was out of sight, Jean Valjean fired a shot into the sky. He came back to the barricade and said: "It's gone." The situation at the time was like this: Marius, too busy with external affairs, had not taken care of the interior, and had not until now had a good look at the secret agent who was tied up in the darkness at the back of the basement. He recognized him only when he saw him stepping over the barricade to die in daylight.A memory suddenly flashed in his mind.He remembered the scout in the Rue Pontoise who had given him the two pistols which Marius was using at the barricade, and he remembered not only his face but his name.

This memory was as vague as his other thoughts, and he was not sure, so he asked himself in his heart: "Isn't he the police scout who told me his name was Javert?" Maybe there is still time for him to speak out?But first of all it was necessary to know whether it was that Javert or not. "Enjolras!" "what?" "What's that man's name?" "Which person?" "The policeman. Do you know his name?" "Of course he does. He told us." "what is it call?" "Javert." Marius straightened up. Then a gunshot was heard.

Jean Valjean came back and shouted: "It's done." Marius shuddered with melancholy.