It was high time.
He straightened himself up, and rooted himself upon that point of support with a sort of fury.
This produced upon him the effect of the first step in a staircase leading back to life.
The point of support, thus encountered in the mire at the supreme moment, was the beginning of the other water-shed of the pavement, which had bent but had not given way, and which had curved under the water like a plank and in a single piece.
Well built pavements form a vault and possess this sort of firmness.
This fragment of the vaulting, partly submerged, but solid, was a veritable inclined plane, and, once on this plane, he was safe.
Jean Valjean mounted this inclined plane and reached the other side of the quagmire.
As he emerged from the water, he came in contact with a stone and fell upon his knees.
He reflected that this was but just, and he remained there for some time, with his soul absorbed in words addressed to God.