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BOOK SECONDTHE FALL
CHAPTER VI
JEAN VALJEAN
Towards the middle of the night Jean Valjean woke。
Jean Valjean came from a poor peasant family of Brie。
He had not learned to read in his childhood。
When he reached man's estate； be became a tree…pruner at Faverolles。
His mother was named Jeanne Mathieu； his father was called Jean Valjean or Vlajean； probably a sobriquet； and a contraction of viola Jean； 〃here's Jean。〃
Jean Valjean was of that thoughtful but not gloomy disposition which constitutes the peculiarity of affectionate natures。 On the whole； however； there was something decidedly sluggish and insignificant about Jean Valjean in appearance； at least。 He had lost his father and mother at a very early age。
His mother had died of a milk fever； which had not been properly attended to。 His father； a tree…pruner； like himself； had been killed by a fall from a tree。
All that remained to Jean Valjean was a sister older than himself；a widow with seven children； boys and girls。 This sister had brought up Jean Valjean； and so long as she had a husband she lodged and fed her young brother。
The husband died。
The eldest of the seven children was eight years old。
The youngest； one。
Jean Valjean had just attained his twenty…fifth year。
He took the father's place； and； in his turn； supported the sister who had brought him up。
This was done simply as a duty and even a little churlishly on the part of Jean Valjean。
Thus his youth had been spent in rude and ill…paid toil。
He had never known a 〃kind woman friend〃 in his native parts。
He had not had the time to fall in love。
He returned at night weary； and ate his broth without uttering a word。 His sister； mother Jeanne； often took the best part of his repast from his bowl while he was eating；a bit of meat； a slice of bacon； the heart of the cabbage；to give to one of her children。 As he went on eating； with his head bent over the table and almost into his soup； his long hair falling about his bowl and concealing his eyes； he had the air of perceiving nothing and allowing it。 There was at Faverolles； not far from the Valjean thatched cottage； on the other side of the lane； a farmer's wife named Marie…Claude； the Valjean children； habitually famished； sometimes went to borrow from Marie…Claude a pint of milk； in their mother's name； which they drank behind a hedge or in some alley corner； snatching the jug from each other so hastily that the little girls spilled it on their aprons and down their necks。
If their mother had known of this marauding； she would have punished the delinquents severely。 Jean Valjean gruffly and grumblingly paid Marie…Claude for the pint of milk behind their mother's back； and the children were not punished。
In pruning season he earned eighteen sous a day； then he hired out as a hay…maker； as laborer； as neat…herd on a farm； as a drudge。 He did whatever he could。
His sister worked also but what could she do with seven little children？
It was a sad group enveloped in misery； which was being gradually annihilated。
A very hard winter came。 Jean had no work。
The family had no bread。
No bread literally。 Seven children！
One Sunday evening； Maubert Isabeau； the baker on the Church Square at Faverolles； was preparing to go to bed； when he heard a violent blow on the grated front of his shop。
He arrived in time to see an arm passed through a hole made by a blow from a fist； through the grating and the glass。
The arm seized a loaf of bread and carried it off。
Isabeau ran out in haste； the robber fled at the full speed of his legs。
Isabeau ran after him and stopped him。 The thief had flung away the loaf； but his arm was still bleeding。 It was Jean Valjean。
This took place in 1795。
Jean Valjean was taken before the tribunals of the time for theft and breaking and entering an inhabited house at night。
He had a gun which he used better than any one else in the world； he was a bit of a poacher； and this injured his case。
There exists a legitimate prejudice against poachers。 The poacher； like the smuggler； smacks too strongly of the brigand。 Nevertheless； we will remark cursorily； there is still an abyss between these races of men and the hideous assassin of the towns。 The poacher lives in the forest； the smuggler lives in the mountains or on the sea。
The cities make ferocious men because they make corrupt men。
The mountain； the sea； the forest； make savage men； they develop the fierce side； but often without destroying the humane side。
Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty。
The terms of the Code were explicit。
There occur formidable hours in our civilization； there are moments when the penal laws decree a shipwreck。 What an ominous minute is that in which society draws back and consummates the irreparable abandonment of a sentient being！ Jean Valjean was condemned to five years in the galleys。
On the 22d of April； 1796； the victory of Montenotte； won by the general…in…chief of the army of Italy； whom the message of the Directory to the Five Hundred； of the 2d of Floreal； year IV。； calls Buona…Parte； was announced in Paris； on that same day a great gang of galley…slaves was put in chains at Bicetre。
Jean Valjean formed a part of that gang。
An old turnkey of the prison； who is now nearly eighty years old； still recalls perfectly that unfortunate wretch who was chained to the end of the fourth line； in the north angle of the courtyard。
He was seated on the ground like the others。 He did not seem to prehend his position； except that it was horrible。 It is probable that he； also； was disentangling from amid the vague ideas of a poor man； ignorant of everything； something excessive。 While the bolt of his iron collar was being riveted behind his head with heavy blows from the hammer； he wept； his tears stifled him； they impeded his speech； he only managed to say from time to time； 〃I was a tree…pruner at Faverolles。〃
Then still sobbing； he raised his right hand and lowered it gradually seven times； as though he were touching in succession seven heads of unequal heights