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雨果 悲惨世界 英文版1-第章

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his soul in that hideous mass of frightful thoughts which he had spent nineteen years in collecting on the floor of the prison。
  He said to himself with a shudder; 〃Good God! shall I bee like that again?〃
  This creature seemed to be at least sixty; there was something indescribably coarse; stupid; and frightened about him。
  At the sound made by the opening door; people had drawn aside to make way for him; the President had turned his head; and; understanding that the personage who had just entered was the mayor of M。 sur M。; he had bowed to him; the attorney…general; who had seen M。 Madeleine at M。 sur M。; whither the duties of his office had called him more than once; recognized him and saluted him also:
  he had hardly perceived it; he was the victim of a sort of hallucination; he was watching。
  Judges; clerks; gendarmes; a throng of cruelly curious heads; all these he had already beheld once; in days gone by; twenty…seven years before; he had encountered those fatal things once more; there they were; they moved; they existed; it was no longer an effort of his memory; a mirage of his thought; they were real gendarmes and real judges; a real crowd; and real men of flesh and blood:
  it was all over; he beheld the monstrous aspects of his past reappear and live once more around him; with all that there is formidable in reality。
  All this was yawning before him。
  He was horrified by it; he shut his eyes; and exclaimed in the deepest recesses of his soul; 〃Never!〃
  And by a tragic play of destiny which made all his ideas tremble; and rendered him nearly mad; it was another self of his that was there! all called that man who was being tried Jean Valjean。
  Under his very eyes; unheard…of vision; he had a sort of representation of the most horrible moment of his life; enacted by his spectre。
  Everything was there; the apparatus was the same; the hour of the night; the faces of the judges; of soldiers; and of spectators; all were the same; only above the President's head there hung a crucifix; something which the courts had lacked at the time of his condemnation: God had been absent when he had been judged。
  There was a chair behind him; he dropped into it; terrified at the thought that he might be seen; when he was seated; he took advantage of a pile of cardboard boxes; which stood on the judge's desk; to conceal his face from the whole room; he could now see without being seen; he had fully regained consciousness of the reality of things; gradually he recovered; he attained that phase of posure where it is possible to listen。
  M。 Bamatabois was one of the jurors。
  He looked for Javert; but did not see him; the seat of the witnesses was hidden from him by the clerk's table; and then; as we have just said; the hall was sparely lighted。
  At the moment of this entrance; the defendant's lawyer had just finished his plea。
  The attention of all was excited to the highest pitch; the affair had lasted for three hours:
  for three hours that crowd had been watching a strange man; a miserable specimen of humanity; either profoundly stupid or profoundly subtle; gradually bending beneath the weight of a terrible likeness。
  This man; as the reader already knows; was a vagabond who had been found in a field carrying a branch laden with ripe apples; broken in the orchard of a neighbor; called the Pierron orchard。
  Who was this man? an examination had been made; witnesses had been heard; and they were unanimous; light had abounded throughout the entire debate; the accusation said: 〃We have in our grasp not only a marauder; a stealer of fruit; we have here; in our hands; a bandit; an old offender who has broken his ban; an ex…convict; a miscreant of the most dangerous description; a malefactor named Jean Valjean; whom justice has long been in search of; and who; eight years ago; on emerging from the galleys at Toulon; mitted a highway robbery; acpanied by violence; on the person of a child; a Savoyard named Little Gervais; a crime provided for by article 383 of the Penal Code; the right to try him for which we reserve hereafter; when his identity shall have been judicially established。
  He has just mitted a fresh theft; it is a case of a second offence; condemn him for the fresh deed; later on he will be judged for the old crime。〃
  In the face of this accusation; in the face of the unanimity of the witnesses; the accused appeared to be astonished more than anything else; he made signs and gestures which were meant to convey No; or else he stared at the ceiling:
  he spoke with difficulty; replied with embarrassment; but his whole person; from head to foot; was a denial; he was an idiot in the presence of all these minds ranged in order of battle around him; and like a stranger in the midst of this society which was seizing fast upon him; nevertheless; it was a question of the most menacing future for him; the likeness increased every moment; and the entire crowd surveyed; with more anxiety than he did himself; that sentence freighted with calamity; which descended ever closer over his head; there was even a glimpse of a possibility afforded; besides the galleys; a possible death penalty; in case his identity were established; and the affair of Little Gervais were to end thereafter in condemnation。 Who was this man? what was the nature of his apathy? was it imbecility or craft?
  Did he understand too well; or did he not understand at all? these were questions which divided the crowd; and seemed to divide the jury; there was something both terrible and puzzling in this case:
  the drama was not only melancholy; it was also obscure。
  The counsel for the defence had spoken tolerably well; in that provincial tongue which has long constituted the eloquence of the bar; and which was formerly employed by all advocates; at Paris as well as at Romorantin or at Montbrison; and which to…day; having bee classic; is no longer spoken except by the official orators of magistracy; to whom it is suited on account of its grave sonorousness and its majestic stride; a tongue in which a husband is called a consort; and a woman a spouse; Paris; the centre of art and civilizatio
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