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 reflecting； all bewildered； like one who seeks to save himself； he tried to find the child in order to return his money to him； then； when he recognized the fact that this was impossible； he halted in despair。 At the moment when he exclaimed 〃I am a wretch！〃 he had just perceived what he was； and he was already separated from himself to such a degree； that he seemed to himself to be no longer anything more than a phantom； and as if he had； there before him； in flesh and blood； the hideous galley…convict； Jean Valjean； cudgel in hand； his blouse on his hips； his knapsack filled with stolen objects on his back； with his resolute and gloomy visage； with his thoughts filled with abominable projects。
Excess of unhappiness had； as we have remarked； made him in some sort a visionary。
This； then； was in the nature of a vision。 He actually saw that Jean Valjean； that sinister face； before him。 He had almost reached the point of asking himself who that man was； and he was horrified by him。
His brain was going through one of those violent and yet perfectly calm moments in which revery is so profound that it absorbs reality。 One no longer beholds the object which one has before one； and one sees； as though apart from one's self； the figures which one has in one's own mind。
Thus he contemplated himself； so to speak； face to face； and at the same time； athwart this hallucination； he perceived in a mysterious depth a sort of light which he at first took for a torch。
On scrutinizing this light which appeared to his conscience with more attention； he recognized the fact that it possessed a human form and that this torch was the Bishop。
His conscience weighed in turn these two men thus placed before it； the Bishop and Jean Valjean。
Nothing less than the first was required to soften the second。
By one of those singular effects； which are peculiar to this sort of ecstasies； in proportion as his revery continued； as the Bishop grew great and resplendent in his eyes； so did Jean Valjean grow less and vanish。
After a certain time he was no longer anything more than a shade。
All at once he disappeared。 The Bishop alone remained； he filled the whole soul of this wretched man with a magnificent radiance。
Jean Valjean wept for a long time。
He wept burning tears； he sobbed with more weakness than a woman； with more fright than a child。
As he wept； daylight penetrated more and more clearly into his soul； an extraordinary light； a light at once ravishing and terrible。 His past life； his first fault； his long expiation； his external brutishness； his internal hardness； his dismissal to liberty； rejoicing in manifold plans of vengeance； what had happened to him at the Bishop's； the last thing that he had done； that theft of forty sous from a child； a crime all the more cowardly； and all the more monstrous since it had e after the Bishop's pardon；all this recurred to his mind and appeared clearly to him； but with a clearness which he had never hitherto witnessed。
He examined his life； and it seemed horrible to him； his soul； and it seemed frightful to him。 In the meantime a gentle light rested over this life and this soul。 It seemed to him that he beheld Satan by the light of Paradise。
How many hours did he weep thus？
What did he do after he had wept？ Whither did he go！
No one ever knew。
The only thing which seems to be authenticated is that that same night the carrier who served Grenoble at that epoch； and who arrived at D about three o'clock in the morning； saw； as he traversed the street in which the Bishop's residence was situated； a man in the attitude of prayer； kneeling on the pavement in the shadow； in front of the door of Monseigneur Wele。
BOOK THIRD。IN THE YEAR 1817
CHAPTER I
THE YEAR 1817
1817 is the year which Louis XVIII。； with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride； entitled the twenty…second of his reign。It is the year in which M。 Bruguiere de Sorsum was celebrated。All the hairdressers' shops； hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird； were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs…de…lys。 It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church…warden in the church…warden's pew of Saint…Germain…des…Pres； in his costume of a peer of France； with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action。
The brilliant action performed by M。 Lynch was this：
being mayor of Bordeaux； on the 12th of March； 1814； he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M。 the Duke d'Angouleme。 Hence his peerage。
In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear…tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres。The French army was dressed in white； after the mode of the Austrian； the regiments were called legions； instead of numbers they bore the names of departments； Napoleon was at St。 Helena； and since England refused him green cloth； he was having his old coats turned。In 1817 Pelligrini sang； Mademoiselle Bigottini danced； Potier reigned； Odry did not yet exist。
Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso。There were still Prussians in France。
M。 Delalot was a personage。Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand； then the head； of Pleignier； of Carbonneau； and of Tolleron。The Prince de Talleyrand； grand chamberlain； and the Abbe Louis； appointed minister of finance； laughed as they looked at each other； with the laugh of the two augurs； both of them had celebrated； on the 14th of July； 1790； the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars； Talleyrand had said it as bishop； Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon。
In 1817； in the side…alleys of this same Champ de Mars； two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain； rotting amid the grass； painted blue； with traces of eagles and bees； from which the gilding was falling。
These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai。They were blackened here and ther