[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

"My reasons, haven't you already stated clearly?"

"Really?" Corona asked in surprise.

"When the law judges him to be a criminal, I am naturally obliged to expose the accusation and bring the criminal to justice. When the law considers him to be a citizen with normal rights, I, as a policeman, must safeguard civil rights. This is my duty. I don't understand why you are surprised."

"But he's always the same person."

"How is it the same person? A citizen is very different from a criminal, madam."

Corona just felt more confused, she couldn't grasp Javert's logic at all. "That's the same person, it's just that the law gave a different sentence!"

"You are quite mistaken, madam," said Javert, turning his head to look at her gravely, the eyes of which could be seen in the darkness gleaming like beasts, "when a citizen is condemned by the law and he loses at the same time all the rights he has as a man of integrity. You must not confuse the two kinds of people, the former are worthy of respect--provided they behave themselves; the latter have no mercy."

"But—but don't you judge a person simply by the law, without looking at other aspects of him, without considering whether such a judgment is correct?"

"Be careful what you say. The majesty of the law cannot be violated, even for such a respectable person as you. It is impossible for the verdicts of the law to be wrong! The law is the bearer of God's will on earth."

Corona finally understood his logic roughly. "Your thoughts are dreadful," she whispered. "Don't you yourself judge a man outside the law?"

"The judgment of the law is my judgment."

"But laws are also made by people. Ancient people made ancient laws, and contemporary people make contemporary laws. People have shortcomings, selfishness, and injustice, so there are laws. Otherwise, how do you explain the laws of France and England? Are they different? Does God have two different ideas about the two countries that are separated by only an ocean?"

She secretly prepared to end this topic at any time.Javert evidently had a set of ideas of his own, and although she disagreed with them, it would be unwise to provoke him at this moment.In fact, she already felt a little impulsive to start this topic.But Javert answered her without any trace of annoyance or annoyance, as if he had really lived up to his belief that he had no personal grudge so long as the law did not condemn her. "You say that because you don't take into account the differences between nations." He even explained to her, as if a priest preaching to a dubious crowd, "never care for a maple tree in the same way as a rose, if given to you If all the plants in a garden are watered with the same water and receive the same sun, then some plants will wither while some plants flourish. The same is true for laws between countries. Different countries have different situations, so the laws vary. It is common sense to make a difference to suit the national conditions."

"So, do you think that the changes in the law from ancient times to the present--that some things may have been wrong at first, but are now legal;

"Naturally. It's like how you water your plants with the seasons."

If this was in Collins, maybe Corona would continue to argue, but now she realizes that Javert's ideas are very solid, and she doesn't want to spend a lot of effort to change his mind. "That's right. I've been educated." She just replied in this way, and brought the topic back to the original point: "So you spoke for Mr. Jean because after he was pardoned, the law declared him innocent. Sin, you can put aside all the past and think that he has still fully enjoyed the rights recognized by the law from the day he was pardoned, is that so?"

"Yes."

"...you are a great man," Corona said.Although she completely disagrees with Javert's ideas, it is not something everyone can do to stick to her beliefs so completely.

"Thank you for your compliment." Javert replied dryly, "Now, please forgive me, I will continue to monitor your backyard."

Corona then kept silent.

They waited the rest of the night in sleepy silence.When the clock in the house struck four o'clock, there were a few figures shaking outside the railing, as if they were checking the railing.They wandered there for half an hour, and left before the patrol arrived, without climbing over the wall.

"It seems that they are just stepping on the spot tonight. But I think they will do it in the next few days." At dawn, they met again in the kitchen, and Javert warned, "Remember, you must leave someone to watch the night and stay vigilant. Be sure I have to fire warning shots after they climb over the courtyard wall, so that I can catch them in time. Otherwise, if they are still outside the wall and let people run away, there is no way to track them."

Corona asked him to have breakfast, but Javert did not agree.He picked up his hat and coat, and took his leave before the sun had fully risen.

"He is a rare man," Coronne said to Jean Valjean after he had gone.

"Do you know that you are also a rare person?" Jean Valjean asked mildly.

Corona laughed out loud: "I know, thank you. But don't worry, I'm not trying to belittle him. I'm just curious, has he always been like this?"

"He has always been that way. Since Montreuil, no, much earlier than that. He obeyed the law as he obeyed the command of God himself. Terrible, but also respectable."

"why?"

"It is also a mystery to me," replied Jean Valjean.

"Why? It is impossible for a person to grow up like this out of thin air. The law is not something that a person is born with. There must be some external reason for him to believe in the law."

"I don't understand that," replied Jean Valjean, somewhat apologetically. "Why should you be interested in this?"

For the storm of revolution is coming.Almost all of her friends would be into it, including herself if things went well.Because Javert, who defends the existing law, will definitely become their enemy at that time, and he will be difficult to deal with as an enemy.But Coronne thought about it, and did not tell Jean Valjean the reason. "Nothing, I'm just curious. It's rare to see such a person."

They didn't have to wait long.

On the night of the third day, there was a loud gunshot from the back kitchen.

Corona was sitting drowsily on the front porch, but was so frightened by the gunfire that she almost fell out of her chair.She jumped up and hurriedly checked the front through the gap in the curtains, and saw that the front was calm, only the moonlight was shining on the motionless bluestone path—presumably these thieves would not attack in two ways.So she hurried to the rear, and found that there was already an uproar.Two men were climbing over the fence, and another tall, strong, and savage fellow was running against the open kitchen window--I don't know when Jean Valjean opened it.Jean Valjean fired a shot into the air, which struck the man just in front of the feet, and raised a cloud of stones, which did not frighten him.He was holding a long object in his hand, and it was not clear whether it was an iron rod or a gun.Corona rushed into the house from the kitchen door. Seeing this situation, she aimed at the man and fired the trigger without hesitation.

There were two gunshots, one from Corona, and the other through the iron gate at the back. Both bullets hit the man. He let out a howl like a beast and fell to the ground. .The man who shot at the iron gate quickly climbed over the wall through a ladder two or three times, jumped inside, and handcuffed the injured robber who fell to the ground.

"Monsieur Javert!" exclaimed Coronne, really startled.Though Javert had indeed said that he would be in ambush, she could not at all conceive how he had been out there, undetected by the band of robbers.

Javert nodded to them, picked up the wounded robber, and dragged him to the iron gate. Jean Valjean went to unlock the door and told Javert to join the policemen outside. "Four in total. One lookout outside, and three more climbed over the wall and entered inside. All caught." He concluded, as if he was extremely satisfied and proud of his work, took off his hat and gave her a Li, "You don't need to worry about these people coveting your residence anymore."

Coronne and Jean Valjean returned the salute and thanked him again.But Javert was a rock-like person outside of his passion for work. He simply and neatly cut off the thank you link, and headed towards the police station with his policemen and captured criminals.As they passed the streetlights, Corona recognized Thenardier's features in it.She was finally relieved.

For Marius, the story does not have such twists and turns, but there is no shortage of thrills in it.Every night, seeing the first Dana family come home safely, he felt nervous, wondering whether the police would be in time, whether the family they were planning to kill had suffered.But whenever he thought this way, he remembered that Thenardier was his father's savior, and he spurned his own ingratitude again.

Fortunately, the ordeal didn't last long.Thenardier went out one evening and did not return.In the early morning of the next day, Marius heard vaguely in his sleep a knock at the door next door, and then a clamor through the thin walls.The police broke into the next door and took Madame Thenardier and her two daughters away.

When the police were rummaging through the garbage and rags next door, Marius got up quietly, got dressed, and carefully put the things in the house together.As soon as the commotion outside had died away, he opened the door without a sound, went up the street, and took the opposite road from the police to Courfeyrac's house.He said to Courfeyrac: "I want to come to you to stay for a while." Courfeyrac pulled out one of the two quilts that were still warm on the bed, spread it on the floor and said, "Please."

Marius did not sleep on the quilt.He found a lodging here at Courfeyrac, turned around and returned to his original lodgings, paid the rent to Mama Bougon, settled the accounts, and sent for his books, bed, table, chest of drawers, and two. Loaded the badge on a cart and left without leaving a new address.When Javert came to Marius to testify in the morning, he only knew that the young man had moved away.

Marius did this in order not to expose Thenardier to any indictment.And Javert did not give the note to others for identification out of the intention of protecting the witness.As a result, it was always a mystery to Corona who helped her family in this matter.She believed that some school girl must have overheard and exposed it.Naturally, Marius would not take the initiative to claim credit.Ever since he learned that the planned crime had gone bankrupt, in his heart, he had no connection with 31 Avenue Saint-Germain.

The author has something to say: I feel that the writing of this chapter is not satisfactory, but I am still not satisfied with the revisions... Everyone can take a look at it as a transitional chapter...