you see.
This serves to expel me from every place where I go. Will you read it?
I know how to read.
I learned in the galleys. There is a school there for those who choose to learn.
Hold, this is what they put on this passport:
`Jean Valjean, discharged convict, native of''--that is nothing to you--`has been nineteen years in the galleys:
five years for house-breaking and burglary; fourteen years for having attempted to escape on four occasions. He is a very dangerous man.''
There!
Every one has cast me out. Are you willing to receive me?
Is this an inn?
Will you give me something to eat and a bed?
Have you a stable?"
"Madame Magloire," said the Bishop, "you will put white sheets on the bed in the alcove."
We have already explained the character of the two women''s obedience.
Madame Magloire retired to execute these orders.
The Bishop turned to the man.
"Sit down, sir, and warm yourself.
We are going to sup in a few moments, and your bed will be prepared while you are supping."
At this point the man suddenly comprehended.
The expression of his face, up to that time sombre and harsh, bore the imprint of stupefaction, of doubt, of joy, and became extraordinary. He began stammering like a crazy man:--
"Really?
What!
You will keep me?
You do not drive me forth? A convict!