Chapter 340 Ten generous children are back

A drop of blood fell from Marius' hair at each shock caused by the stones of the street. It was already night when the streetcar reached number six, Rue de la Passionate. Javert was the first to get out of the car, glanced at the door plate on the gate, raised the heavy wrought iron door hammer of ancient style, decorated with the image of a ram and the satyr wrestling, and hit it hard.The door was ajar, and Javert pushed it open.The porter was half exposed, yawning, half awake, with a candle in his hand. Everyone in the house is asleep.People go to bed early in the swamp, especially during riots.The old district, frightened by the revolution, went to sleep to avoid danger, just like children who heard a monster coming and hurriedly hid their heads in the bed.

At this moment Jean Valjean and the coachman carried Marius out of the carriage, Jean Valjean was holding him from his side, and the coachman was holding his legs. While thus embracing Marius, Jean Valjean put his hand through his greatly torn garment, felt his breast, and confirmed that his heart was still beating.The heartbeat was stronger than before, as if the vibration of the car had played a certain role in the restoration of life. Javert spoke to the porter in the same tone that a government worker spoke to a rebel porter: "Is there a man named Gillenormand?" "Here, what do you want from him?"

"We sent his son back." "His son?" said the porter, dumbfounded. "he died." Jean Valjean, coming after Javert, with his torn and dirty clothes, disgusted the porter a little, and shook his head to the porter to show that he was not dead. The porter seemed to understand neither Javert's words nor Jean Valjean's shaking of his head. Javert continued: "He went to the barricade and is here now." "To the barricade!" cried the porter. "He's going to kill himself. Go and wake his father up." The gatekeeper does not move.

"Go!" said Javert again. And add another sentence: "People will be buried here tomorrow." For Javert, the accidents that often occurred on the streets were neatly organized into categories.This is the beginning of vigilance and surveillance, each accident has its own character; the probabilities are kept, so to speak, in a drawer and, according to the occasion, when there is a disturbance in the street, a riot, a carnival, a funeral Just take out a certain number of files from the drawer. The janitor only wakes Basque.Basque wakes Nicolette; Nicolette wakes Aunt Gillenormand.As for the grandfather, he was put to sleep, considering that he would always know about it early.

They carried Marius up to the second floor, where no one else in the family saw him, and laid him on an old sofa in M. Gillenormand's apartment.Basque went to the doctor, Nicolette opened the wardrobe, Jean Valjean felt Javert touch his shoulder, understood it, and went downstairs, followed by Javert's footsteps. The porter watched them go away with the same half-asleep horror as he had seen them coming. They got into the carriage again, and the coachman took his place. "Scout Javert," said Jean Valjean, "promise me one more thing." "What is it?" Javert asked him roughly.

"Let me go home, and you can deal with me in the future." Javert was silent for a moment, tucked his chin into the collar of his coat, and then put down a piece of glass in front: "Coachman," he said, "Warrior Street, No. 7."