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					BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN CHAPTER XIII

¡¡¡¡SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE
PATER NOSTER ¡¡¡¡Marius, dreamer as he was, was, as we have said, firm and
energetic by nature. ¡¡¡¡His habits of solitary meditation, while they had developed in him
sympathy and compassion, had, perhaps, diminished the faculty for irritation, but had left
intact the power of waxing indignant; he had the kindliness of a brahmin, and the severity
of a judge; he took pity upon a toad, but he crushed a viper. ¡¡¡¡Now, it was into a hole of
vipers that his glance had just been directed, it was a nest of monsters that he had beneath
his eyes. ¡¡¡¡"These wretches must be stamped upon," said he. ¡¡¡¡Not one of the enigmas
which he had hoped to see solved had been elucidated; on the contrary, all of them had
been rendered more dense, if anything; he knew nothing more about the beautiful maiden
of the Luxembourg and the man whom he called M. Leblanc, except that Jondrette was
acquainted with them. ¡¡¡¡Athwart the mysterious words which had been uttered, the only
thing of which he caught a distinct glimpse was the fact that an ambush was in course of
preparation, a dark but terrible trap; that both of them were incurring great danger, she
probably, her father certainly; that they must be saved; that the hideous plots of the
Jondrettes must be thwarted, and the web of these spiders broken. ¡¡¡¡He scanned the
female Jondrette for a moment. ¡¡¡¡She had pulled an old sheet-iron stove from a corner,
and she was rummaging among the old heap of iron. ¡¡¡¡He descended from the
commode as softly as possible, taking care not to make the least noise. ¡¡¡¡Amid his terror
as to what was in preparation, and in the horror with which the Jondrettes had inspired
him, he experienced a sort of joy at the idea that it might be granted to him perhaps to
render a service to the one whom he loved. ¡¡¡¡But how was it to be done? ¡¡¡¡How warn
the persons threatened? He did not know their address. ¡¡¡¡They had reappeared for an
instant before his eyes, and had then plunged back again into the immense depths of
Paris. ¡¡¡¡Should he wait for M. Leblanc at the door that evening at six o'clock, at the
moment of his arrival, and warn him of the trap? ¡¡¡¡But Jondrette and his men would see
him on the watch, the spot was lonely, they were stronger than he, they would devise
means to seize him or to get him away, and the man whom Marius was anxious to save
would be lost. ¡¡¡¡One o'clock had just struck, the trap was to be sprung at six. ¡¡¡¡Marius
had five hours before him. ¡¡¡¡There was but one thing to be done. ¡¡¡¡He put on his
decent coat, knotted a silk handkerchief round his neck, took his hat, and went out,
without making any more noise than if he had been treading on moss with bare feet.
¡¡¡¡Moreover, the Jondrette woman continued to rummage among her old iron. ¡¡¡¡Once
outside of the house, he made for the Rue du Petit-Banquier. ¡¡¡¡He had almost reached
the middle of this street, near a very low wall which a man can easily step over at certain
points, and which abuts on a waste space, and was walking slowly, in consequence of his
preoccupied condition, and the snow deadened the sound of his steps; all at once he heard
voices talking very close by. ¡¡¡¡He turned his head, the street was deserted, there was not
a soul in it, it was broad daylight, and yet he distinctly heard voices. ¡¡¡¡It occurred to him
to glance over the wall which he was skirting. ¡¡¡¡There, in fact, sat two men, flat on the
snow, with their backs against the wall, talking together in subdued tones. ¡¡¡¡These two
persons were strangers to him; one was a bearded man in a blouse, and the other a long-
haired individual in rags. The bearded man had on a fez, the other's head was bare, and
the snow had lodged in his hair. ¡¡¡¡By thrusting his head over the wall, Marius could
hear their remarks. ¡¡¡¡The hairy one jogged the other man's elbow and said:-- ¡¡¡¡"--With
the assistance of Patron-Minette, it can't fail." ¡¡¡¡"Do you think so?" said the bearded
man. ¡¡¡¡And the long-haired one began again:-- ¡¡¡¡"It's as good as a warrant for each
one, of five hundred balls, and the worst that can happen is five years, six years, ten years
at the most!" ¡¡¡¡The other replied with some hesitation, and shivering beneath his fez:--
¡¡¡¡"That's a real thing. ¡¡¡¡You can't go against such things." ¡¡¡¡"I tell you that the affair
can't go wrong," resumed the long-haired man. "Father What's-his-name's team will be
already harnessed." ¡¡¡¡Then they began to discuss a melodrama that they had seen on the
preceding evening at the Gaite Theatre. ¡¡¡¡Marius went his way. ¡¡¡¡It seemed to him that
the mysterious words of these men, so strangely hidden behind that wall, and crouching
in the snow, could not but bear some relation to Jondrette's abominable projects. That
must be the affair. ¡¡¡¡He directed his course towards the faubourg Saint-Marceau and
asked at the first shop he came to where he could find a commissary of police. ¡¡¡¡He was
directed to Rue de Pontoise, No. 14. ¡¡¡¡Thither Marius betook himself. ¡¡¡¡As he passed
a baker's shop, he bought a two-penny roll, and ate it, foreseeing that he should not dine.
¡¡¡¡On the way, he rendered justice to Providence. ¡¡¡¡He reflected that had he not given
his five francs to the Jondrette girl in the morning, he would have followed M. Leblanc's
fiacre, and consequently have remained ignorant of everything, and that there would have
been no obstacle to the trap of the Jondrettes and that M. Leblanc would have been lost,
and his daughter with him, no doubt.



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