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雨果 悲惨世界 英文版2-第98章

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  The last possibility of doubt had just vanished。 It certainly was the Thenardier of the will。
  Marius shuddered at that reproach of ingratitude directed against his father; and which he was on the point of so fatally justifying。
  His perplexity was redoubled。
  Moreover; there was in all these words of Thenardier; in his accent; in his gesture; in his glance which darted flames at every word; there was; in this explosion of an evil nature disclosing everything; in that mixture of braggadocio and abjectness; of pride and pettiness; of rage and folly; in that chaos of real griefs and false sentiments; in that immodesty of a malicious man tasting the voluptuous delights of violence; in that shameless nudity of a repulsive soul; in that conflagration of all sufferings bined with all hatreds; something which was as hideous as evil; and as heart…rending as the truth。
  The picture of the master; the painting by David which he had proposed that M。 Leblanc should purchase; was nothing else; as the reader has divined; than the sign of his tavern painted; as it will be remembered; by himself; the only relic which he had preserved from his shipwreck at Montfermeil。
  As he had ceased to intercept Marius' visual ray; Marius could examine this thing; and in the daub; he actually did recognize a battle; a background of smoke; and a man carrying another man。 It was the group posed of Pontmercy and Thenardier; the sergeant the rescuer; the colonel rescued。
  Marius was like a drunken man; this picture restored his father to life in some sort; it was no longer the signboard of the wine…shop at Montfermeil; it was a resurrection; a tomb had yawned; a phantom had risen there。
  Marius heard his heart beating in his temples; he had the cannon of Waterloo in his ears; his bleeding father; vaguely depicted on that sinister panel terrified him; and it seemed to him that the misshapen spectre was gazing intently at him。
  When Thenardier had recovered his breath; he turned his bloodshot eyes on M。 Leblanc; and said to him in a low; curt voice:
  〃What have you to say before we put the handcuffs on you?〃
  M。 Leblanc held his peace。
  In the midst of this silence; a cracked voice launched this lugubrious sarcasm from the corridor:
  〃If there's any wood to be split; I'm there!〃
  It was the man with the axe; who was growing merry。
  At the same moment; an enormous; bristling; and clayey face made its appearance at the door; with a hideous laugh which exhibited not teeth; but fangs。
  It was the face of the man with the butcher's axe。
  〃Why have you taken off your mask?〃 cried Thenardier in a rage。
  〃For fun;〃 retorted the man。
  For the last few minutes M。 Leblanc had appeared to be watching and following all the movements of Thenardier; who; blinded and dazzled by his own rage; was stalking to and fro in the den with full confidence that the door was guarded; and of holding an unarmed man fast; he being armed himself; of being nine against one; supposing that the female Thenardier counted for but one man。
  During his address to the man with the pole…axe; he had turned his back to M。 Leblanc。
  M。 Leblanc seized this moment; overturned the chair with his foot and the table with his fist; and with one bound; with prodigious agility; before Thenardier had time to turn round; he had reached the window。 To open it; to scale the frame; to bestride it; was the work of a second only。
  He was half out when six robust fists seized him and dragged him back energetically into the hovel。
  These were the three 〃chimney…builders;〃 who had flung themselves upon him。 At the same time the Thenardier woman had wound her hands in his hair。
  At the trampling which ensued; the other ruffians rushed up from the corridor。
  The old man on the bed; who seemed under the influence of wine; descended from the pallet and came reeling up; with a stone…breaker's hammer in his hand。
  One of the 〃chimney…builders;〃 whose smirched face was lighted up by the candle; and in whom Marius recognized; in spite of his daubing; Panchaud; alias Printanier; alias Bigrenaille; lifted above M。 Leblanc's head a sort of bludgeon made of two balls of lead; at the two ends of a bar of iron。
  Marius could not resist this sight。
  〃My father;〃 he thought; 〃forgive me!〃
  And his finger sought the trigger of his pistol。
  The shot was on the point of being discharged when Thenardier's voice shouted:
  〃Don't harm him!〃
  This desperate attempt of the victim; far from exasperating Thenardier; had calmed him。
  There existed in him two men; the ferocious man and the adroit man。
  Up to that moment; in the excess of his triumph in the presence of the prey which had been brought down; and which did not stir; the ferocious man had prevailed; when the victim struggled and tried to resist; the adroit man reappeared and took the upper hand。
  〃Don't hurt him!〃 he repeated; and without suspecting it; his first success was to arrest the pistol in the act of being discharged; and to paralyze Marius; in whose opinion the urgency of the case disappeared; and who; in the face of this new phase; saw no inconvenience in waiting a while longer。
  Who knows whether some chance would not arise which would deliver him from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish; or of destroying the colonel's saviour?
  A herculean struggle had begun。
  With one blow full in the chest; M。 Leblanc had sent the old man tumbling; rolling in the middle of the room; then with two backward sweeps of his hand he had overthrown two more assailants; and he held one under each of his knees; the wretches were rattling in the throat beneath this pressure as under a granite millstone; but the other four had seized the formidable old man by both arms and the back of his neck; and were holding him doubled up over the two 〃chimney…builders〃 on the floor。
  Thus; the master of some and mastered by the rest; crushing those beneath him and stifling under those on top of him; endeavoring in vain to shake off all the efforts which were heaped upon him; M。 Leblanc disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar beneath a howling pile of dogs and hounds。
  They succeeded in overthrowing him upon the bed nearest the window; and there they held him in awe。
  The Thenardier woman had not released her clutch on his hair。
  〃Don't you mix yourself up in this affair;〃 said Thenardier。 〃You'll tear your shawl。〃
  The Thenardier obeyed; as the female wolf obeys the male wolf; with a growl。
  〃Now;〃 said Thenardier; 〃search him; you other fellows!〃
  M。 Leblanc seemed to have renounced the idea of resistance。
  They searched him。
  He had nothing on his person except a leather purse containing six francs; and his handkerchief。
  Thenardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket。
  〃What!
  No pocket…book?〃 he demanded。
  〃No; nor watch;〃 replied one of the 〃chimney…builders。〃
  〃Never mind;〃 murmured the masked man who carried the big key; in the voice of a ventriloquist; 〃he's a tough old fellow。〃
  Thenardier went to the corner near the door; picked up a bundl
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