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穷窟的门突然开了，出现三个男子，身上穿着蓝布衫，脸上戴着黑纸面具。第一个是个瘦子，拿着一根裹了铁的粗木棒。第二个是一种彪形大汉，倒提着一把宰牛的板斧，手捏在斧柄的中段。第三个，肩膀宽阔，不象第一个那么瘦，不象第二个那么壮，把一把从监狱门上偷来的奇大的钥匙紧捏在拳头里。 It appeared that the arrival of these men was what Jondrette had been waiting for. A rapid dialogue ensued between him and the man with the cudgel, the thin one. 容德雷特等待的大概就是这几个人的到来。他急忙和那拿粗木棒的瘦子问答了几句话。 "Is everything ready?" said Jondrette. “全准备好了？”容德雷特问。 "Yes," replied the thin man. “全准备好了。”那瘦子回答。 "Where is Montparnasse?" 巴纳斯山呢？” 
“小伙子在和你的闺女谈话。” "Which?" “哪一个？” "The eldest." “老大。” "Is there a carriage at the door?" “马车在下面了？” "Yes." “在下面了。” 
“那栏杆车也套上了牲口？” "Yes." “套好了。” "With two good horses?" “是两匹好马吧？” "Excellent." “最好的两匹。” "Is it waiting where I ordered?" “在我指定的地方等着吗？” 
“是的。” "Good," said Jondrette. “好。”容德雷特说。 M. Leblanc was very pale. He was scrutinizing everything around him in the den, like a man who understands what he has fallen into, and his head, directed in turn toward all the heads which surrounded him, moved on his neck with an astonished and attentive slowness, but there was nothing in his air which resembled fear. He had improvised an intrenchment out of the table; and the man, who but an instant previously, had borne merely the appearance of a kindly old man, had suddenly become a sort of athlete, and placed his robust fist on the back of his chair, with a formidable and surprising gesture. 白先生脸色苍白。他好象已意识到自己的处境，切实注意着那屋子里在他四周的一切，他的头在颈子上慢慢转动，以谨慎惊讶的神情，注视着那些围绕他的每一个脑袋，但是绝没有一点畏怯的样子。他把那张桌子当作自己的临时防御工事，这人，刚才还只是个平易近人的好老头，却一下子变成了一个赳赳武夫，把两只粗壮的拳头放在他那椅背头上，形态威猛惊人。 This old man, who was so firm and so brave in the presence of such a danger, seemed to possess one of those natures which are as courageous as they are kind, both easily and simply. The father of a woman whom we love is never a stranger to us. Marius felt proud of that unknown man. 这老者，在这样一种危险关头，还那么坚定，那么勇敢，想必是出于那种因心善而胆益壮，临危坦然无所惧的性格。我们绝不会把衷心爱慕的女子的父亲当作路人。马吕斯觉得自己在为这个相见不相识的人感到骄傲。 Three of the men, of whom Jondrette had said: "They are chimney-builders," had armed themselves from the pile of old iron, one with a heavy pair of shears, the second with weighing-tongs, the third with a hammer, and had placed themselves across the entrance without uttering a syllable. The old man had remained on the bed, and had merely opened his eyes. The Jondrette woman had seated herself beside him. 那三个光着胳膊、被容德雷特称为“通烟囱的”的人，从那废铁堆里，一个拣起了一把剪铁皮用的大剪刀，一个拣了一根平头短撬棍，另一个拣了个铁锤，全一声不响地拦在房门口。老的那个仍旧待在床上，只睁了一下眼睛。容德雷特大娘坐在他旁边。 
马吕斯认为只差几秒钟便是应当行动的时候了，他举起右手，朝过道的一面，斜指着天花板，准备随时开枪。 Jondrette having terminated his colloquy with the man with the cudgel, turned once more to M. Leblanc, and repeated his question, accompanying it with that low, repressed, and terrible laugh which was peculiar to him:-- 容德雷特和拿粗木棒的人密谈过后，又转向白先生，带着他特有的那种低沉、含蓄、可怕的笑声，再次提出他的问题： "So you do not recognize me?" “难道你不认得我吗？” M. Leblanc looked him full in the face, and replied:-- 白先生直对着他的脸回答： "No." “不认得。” 
于是容德雷特一步跨到桌子边。身躯向前凑到蜡烛的上面，叉着手臂，把他那骨角外凸、凶形恶状的下巴伸向白先生的脸，尽量逼近，正象一头张牙待咬的猛兽，白先生却泰然自若，纹丝不退。他在这种姿势中大声吼道： "My name is not Fabantou, my name is not Jondrette, my name is Thenardier. I am the inn-keeper of Montfermeil! Do you understand? Thenardier! Now do you know me?" “我并不叫法邦杜，也不叫容德雷特，我叫德纳第！我就是孟费郿的那个客店老板！你听清楚了吧？德纳第！你现在认得我了吧？” An almost imperceptible flush crossed M. Leblanc's brow, and he replied with a voice which neither trembled nor rose above its ordinary level, with his accustomed placidity:-- 白先生的额上起了一阵不显著的红潮，他以一贯的镇静态度，声音既不高，也不抖，回答说： "No more than before." “我还是不认得。” Marius did not hear this reply. Any one who had seen him at that moment through the darkness would have perceived that he was haggard, stupid, thunder-struck. At the moment when Jondrette said: "My name is Thenardier," Marius had trembled in every limb, and had leaned against the wall, as though he felt the cold of a steel blade through his heart. Then his right arm, all ready to discharge the signal shot, dropped slowly, and at the moment when Jondrette repeated, "Thenardier, do you understand?" Marius's faltering fingers had come near letting the pistol fall. Jondrette, by revealing his identity, had not moved M. Leblanc, but he had quite upset Marius. That name of Thenardier, with which M. Leblanc did not seem to be acquainted, Marius knew well. Let the reader recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, inscribed in his father's testament! He bore it at the bottom of his mind, in the depths of his memory, in that sacred injunction: "A certain Thenardier saved my life. If my son encounters him, he will do him all the good that lies in his power." That name, it will be remembered, was one of the pieties of his soul; he mingled it with the name of his father in his worship. What! This man was that Thenardier, that inn-keeper of Montfermeil whom he had so long and so vainly sought! He had found him at last, and how? His father's saviour was a ruffian! That man, to whose service Marius was burning to devote himself, was a monster! That liberator of Colonel Pontmercy was on the point of committing a crime whose scope Marius did not, as yet, clearly comprehend, but which resembled an assassination! And against whom, great God! what a fatality! What a bitter mockery of fate! His father had commanded him from the depths of his coffin to do all the good in his power to this Thenardier, and for four years Marius had cherished no other thought than to acquit this debt of his father's, and at the momes wrath had fallen into some hole, like the Rhone; then, as though he were concluding aloud the things which he had been saying to himself in a whisper, he smote the table with his fist, and shouted:-- "And with his goody-goody air!"And, apostrophizing M. Leblanc:--"Parbleu! You made game of me in the past! You are the cause of all my misfortunes! For fifteen hundred francs you got a girl whom I had, and who certainly belonged to rich people, and who had already brought in a great deal of money, and from whom I might have extracted enough to live on all my life! A girl who would have made up to me for everything that I lost in that vile cook-shop, where there was nothing but one continual row, and where, like a fool, I ate up my last farthing! Oh! I wish all the wine folks drank in my house had been poison to those who drank it! so long worn on his breast his father's last commands, written in his own hand, only to act in so horribly contrary a sense! But, on the other hand, now look on that trap and not prevent it! Condemn the victim and to spare the assassin! Could one be held to any gratitude towards so miserable a wretch? All the ideas which Marius had cherished for the last four years were pierced through and through, as it were, by this unforeseen blow. He shuddered. Everything depended on him. Unknown to themselves, he held in his hand all those beings who were moving about there before his eyes. If he fired his pistol, M. Leblanc was saved, and Thenardier lost; if he did not fire, M. Leblanc would be sacrificed, and, who knows? Thenardier would escape. Should he dash down the one or allow the other to fall? Remorse awaited him in either case.What was he to do? What should he choose? Be false to the most imperious souvenirs, to all those solemn vows to himself, to the most sacred duty, to the most venerated text! Should he ignore his father's testament, or allow the perpetration of a crime! On the one hand, it seemed to him that he heard "his Ursule" supplicating for her father and on the other, the colonel commending Thenardier to his care. He felt that he was going mad. His knees gave way beneath him. And he had not even the time for deliberation, so great was the fury with which the scene before his eyes was hastening to its catastrophe. It was like a whirlwind of which he had thought himself the master, and which was now sweeping him away. He was on the verge of swooning. 马吕斯没有听到这回答。谁要是在这时在黑影中看见了他，就能见到他是多么惶惑、呆傻、惊慌。当容德雷特说着“我叫德纳第”时，马吕斯的四肢一下全抖了起来，他连忙靠在墙上，仿佛感到有一把利剑冷冰冰地刺穿了他的心。接着，他的右臂，原要开枪告警的，也慢慢垂了下来，当容德雷特重复着说“你听清楚了吧？德纳第！”时，他那五个瘫软了的手指几乎让手枪落了下来。容德雷特在揭露自己时，没有惊扰白先生，却把马吕斯搞得六神无主。德纳第这名字，白先生似乎不知道，马吕斯却知道。让我们回忆一下，这名字对他意味着什么！这名字，是他铭篆在心的，是写了在他父亲的遗嘱上的！这名字，是印在他思想的深处，记忆的深处，载在那神圣的遗训中的：“一个叫德纳第的人救了我的命。我儿遇见他，望尽力报答他。”这名字，我们记得，是他灵魂所倾倒的对象之一，是和他父亲的名字并列在一起来崇拜的。怎么！在眼前的便是德纳第，在眼前的便是他这么多年来寻求不着的那位孟费郿的客店老板！他到底遇见他了，可真是无奇不有！他父亲的救命恩人竟会是一个匪徒！他，马吕斯，一心希望舍命报答的这个人竟会是一个魔怪！搭救彭眉胥上校的那位义士竟在干着犯罪的勾当，马吕斯虽然还闹不清楚他打算干的究竟是什么，但却已具有谋财害命的迹象了！况且是谁的命呵，伟大的上帝！这遭遇太险恶了！命运也未免太作弄人了！他父亲从棺材中命令他尽力报答德纳第，四年来，马吕斯唯一的思想便是要为他父亲了清这笔债，可是，正当他要用法律的力量逮捕一个行凶匪徒的时候，命运却向他吼道：“这是德纳第！”在壮烈的滑铁卢战场上他父亲的生命，被人从弹雨中救出来，他正可以对这人偿愿报恩了，却又报以断头台！他私自许下的心愿是，一旦找到了这位德纳第，他一定要在相见时拜倒在他的膝前，现在他果然找到了，但又把他交给刽子手！他父亲对他说：“救德纳第！”而他以消灭德纳第的行动来回答自己所爱慕的这一神圣的声音！他父亲把冒着生命危险把他从死亡中拯救出来的这个人托付给他马吕斯，现在却要他父亲从坟墓中望着这人在他儿子的告发下被押到圣雅克广场上去受极刑！多少年来，他一直把他父亲亲笔写下的最后愿望牢记在心，却又背弃遗训，反其道而行之，这将是多么荒唐可笑！但是，在另一方面，眼见这场谋害而不加以制止！怎么！坐视受害人受害并听凭杀人犯杀人！对这样一个恶棍，难道能因私恩而缩手？马吕斯四年来所有的种种思想全被这一意外搅乱了。他浑身战栗。一切都取决于他。他一手掌握着这些在他眼下纷纷扰扰的人，虽然他们全不知道。假使他开枪，白先生能得救，德纳第却完了；假使他不开枪，白先生便遭殃，并且，谁知道？德纳第逃了。镇压这一个，或是让那一个去牺牲！他都问心有愧。怎么办？怎么选择？背弃自己素来引以自豪的种种回忆，背弃自己在心灵深处私自许下的种种诺言，背弃最神圣的天职，最庄严的遗言！背弃他父亲的遗嘱，要不就纵容罪行，让它成功！他仿佛一方面听见“他的玉秀儿”在为她的父亲向他央求，一方面又听见那上校在叫他照顾德纳第。他觉得自己疯了。他的两个膝头只往下沉。他甚至没有充分时间来仔细思考，因为他眼前的事态正在疯狂地向前演变。那好象是一阵狂澜，他自以为居于操纵着它的地位，其实已处于被动。他几乎昏了过去。 
德纳第棗我们以后不再用旁的名字称呼他了棗这时却在桌子前面踱来踱去，既茫然不知如何是好，又得意到发狂。 He seized the candle in his fist, and set it on the chimney-piece with so violent a bang that the wick came near being extinguished, and the tallow bespattered the wall. 他一把抓起烛台，砰的一下把它放在壁炉上，他用力是那么猛，使烛芯几乎熄灭，烛油也飞溅到了墙上。 Then he turned to M. Leblanc with a horrible look, and spit out these words:-- 接着，他转向白先生，龇牙咧嘴地狂叫着： "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" “火烧的！烟熏的！千刀万剐的！抽筋去骨的！” And again he began to march back and forth, in full eruption. 跟着他又来回走动起来，暴跳如雷地吼道： 
“啊！我到底找着你了，慈善家先生，穿破烂的百万富翁！送泥娃娃的大好佬！装蒜的傻老头！啊！你不认得我！当然不会认得我！八年前，一八二三年的圣诞前夕来到孟费郿，到我那客店里来的不是你！从我家里把芳汀的孩子百灵鸟拐走的不是你！穿一件黄大氅的不是你！不是！手里还提一大包破衣烂衫，就和今早来到我这里一样！喂，我的妻！这个老施主，他走人家，手里不拿几包毛线袜，好象就不过意似的！百万富翁先生，敢情你是衣帽店老板！你专爱把你店里的底货拿来送给穷人，你这圣人！你的把戏算耍得好！啊！你不认得我？可我，我认得你！你这牛头一钻进这地方，我便立刻把你认出来了。啊！你现在总学到了乖了吧，象那样随随便便跑到别人家里去，借口是住客店，穿上旧衣服，装穷酸相，一个苏也肯要的样子，欺瞒人家，摆阔气，骗取人家的摇钱树，还要在树林里进行威吓，不许人家带回去，等到人家穷下来了，便送上一件大得不成样子的外套和两条医院用的蹩脚毯子，老光棍，拐带孩子的老贼，你现在总学到乖了吧，你的这一套不一定耍得成！” He paused, and seemed to be talking to himself for a moment. One would have said that his wrath had fallen into some hole, like the Rhone; then, as though he were concluding aloud the things which he had been saying to himself in a whisper, he smote the table with his fist, and shouted:-- 他停下了。好象是在对自己说着什么。他的那股厉气平息下去了，有如大河的巨浪泻进了落水洞，随后，好象是要大声结束他刚才低声开始的那段对自己说的话，他一拳捶在桌上吼道： "And with his goody-goody air!" “还带着他那种老好人的样子！” And, apostrophizing M. Leblanc:-- 他又指着白先生说： "Parbleu! You made game of me in the past! You are the cause of all my misfortunes! For fifteen hundred francs you got a girl whom I had, and who certainly belonged to rich people, and who had already brought in a great deal of money, and from whom I might have extracted enough to live on all my life! A girl who would have made up to me for everything that I lost in that vile cook-shop, where there was nothing but one continual row, and where, like a fool, I ate up my last farthing! Oh! I wish all the wine folks drank in my house had been poison to those who drank it! Well, never mind! Say, now! You must have thought me ridiculous when you went off with the Lark! You had your cudgel in the forest. You were the stronger. Revenge. I'm the one to hold the trumps to-day! You're in a sorry case, my good fellow! Oh, but I can laugh! Really, I laugh! Didn't he fall into the trap! I told him that I was an actor, that my name was Fabantou, that I had played comedy with Mamselle Mars, with Mamselle Muche, that my landlord insisted on being paid tomorrow, the 4th of February, and he didn't even notice that the 8th of January, and not the 4th of February is the time when the quarter runs out! Absurd idiot! And the four miserable Philippes which he has brought me! Scoundrel! He hadn't the heart even to go as high as a hundred francs! And how he swallowed my platitudes! That did amuse me. I said to myself: `Blockhead! Come, I've got you! I lick your paws this morning,but I'll gnaw your heart this evening!'" “说正经的！你当初开过我的玩笑。你是我的一切苦难的根子！你花一千五百法郎把我的一个姑娘带走了，这姑娘肯定是什么有钱人家的，她已替我赚过许多钱，我本应好好靠她过一辈子的！在我那倒霉的客马店里，别人吃喝玩乐，可我，象个傻子，把我的一切家当全赔进去了，我原要从那姑娘身上全部捞回来的！呵！我恨不得那些人在我店里喝下去的酒全都是毒药！这些都不用提了！你说说！你把那百灵鸟带走的时候，你一定觉得我是个傻瓜蛋吧！在那树林里，你捏着一根哭丧棍！你比我狠。一报还一报。今日却是我捏着王牌了！你玩完了，我的好老头！啊呀，我要笑个痛快。说真话，我要笑个痛快！这下子他可落在圈套里了！我对他说，我当过戏剧演员，我叫法邦杜，我和马尔斯小姐、缪什小姐演过喜剧，明天，二月四号，我的房东要收房租，可他一点也没看出来，限期是二月八号，并不是二月四号！傻透了的蠢材！他还带来这四个可怜巴巴的菲力浦①！坏种！他连一百法郎也舍不得凑足！再说，我的那些恭维话说得他心里好舒服哟！真有意思。我心里在想：‘冤桶！这下子，我逮住你了！今天早晨我舔了你的爪子，今天晚上，我可要啃你的心了！’” Thenardier paused. He was out of breath. His little, narrow chest panted like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a feeble, cruel, and cowardly creature, which finds that it can, at last, harass what it has feared, and insult what it has flattered, the joy of a dwarf who should be able to set his heel on the head of Goliath, the joy of a jackal which is beginning to rend a sick bull, so nearly dead that he can no longer defend himself, but sufficiently alive to suffer still. 德纳第停了下来。他的气喘不过来了。他那狭窄的胸膛，象个熔炉上的风箱，不断起伏。他的眼睛充满了那种下贱的喜色，也就是一个无能、不义、凶残成性的人在有机会践踏和侮辱他所畏惧过、谄媚过的对象时具有的那种喜色，一个能把脚跟踩在巨人头上的侏儒的欢乐，一只豺狗在开始撕裂一头病到已不能自卫、却还有知觉感受痛苦的雄牛时的欢乐。 M. Leblanc did not interrupt him, but said to him when he paused:-- 白先生不曾打断过他的话，只是在他住嘴时，才向他说： "I do not know what you mean to say. You are mistaken in me. I am a very poor man, and anything but a millionnaire. I do not know you. You are mistaking me for some other person." “我不知道您要说的是什么。您弄错了。我是一个很穷的人，远不是个百万富翁。我不认得您。您把我当作另一个人了。” "Ah!" roared Thenardier hoarsely, "a pretty lie! You stick to that pleasantry, do you! You're floundering, my old buck! Ah! You don't remember! You don't see who I am?" “啊！”德纳第语不成声，“你真会胡扯！你坚决要开玩笑！你是在自欺欺人，我的老朋友！啊！你想不起来吗？你看不出我是谁吗？” 
“对不起，先生，”白先生以一种在这种时刻难免显得很奇特有力的斯文口吻回答，“我看得出您是个匪徒。” Who has not remarked the fact that odious creatures possess a susceptibility of their own, that monsters are ticklish! At this word "villain," the female Thenardier sprang from the bed, Thenardier grasped his chair as though he were about to crush it in his hands. "Don't you stir!" he shouted to his wife; and, turning to M. Leblanc:-- 谁也了解，卑鄙的人同样也有自尊心，妖魔鬼怪也爱听恭维话。提到匪徒这两个字，那德纳第的女人从床上跳下来了，德纳第抓住了他的椅子，好象要把它捏碎。“不许动，你！”他对他的女人吼道，继又转向白先生： "Villain! Yes, I know that you call us that, you rich gentlemen! Stop! it's true that I became bankrupt, that I am in hiding, that I have no bread, that I have not a single sou, that I am a villain! It's three days since I have had anything to eat, so I'm a villain! Ah! you folks warm your feet, you have Sakoski boots, you have wadded great-coats, like archbishops, you lodge on the first floor in houses that have porters, you eat truffles, you eat asparagus at forty francs the bunch in the month of January, and green peas, you gorge yourselves, and when you want to know whether it is cold, you look in the papers to see what the engineer Chevalier's thermometer says about it. We, it is we who are thermometers. We don't need to go out and look on the quay at the corner of the Tour de l'Horologe, to find out the number of degrees of cold; we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our hearts, and we say: `There is no God!' And you come to our caverns, yes our caverns, for the purpose of calling us villains! But we'll devour you! But we'll devour you, poor little things! Just see here, Mister millionnaire: I have been a solid man, I have held a license, I have been an elector, I am a bourgeois, that I am! And it's quite possible that you are not!" “匪徒！对，我知道你们这些有钱人是这样称呼我们的！可不是！确是这样，我破了产，我躲了起来，我没有面包，我连个苏都没有，我是个匪徒！我已经三天没吃东西了，我是个匪徒！啊！至于你们，你们烘脚，你们穿沙可斯基式的轻便鞋，你们穿那种舒适的大衣，同有些大主教一样，你们住在有门房的房子的二层楼上，你们吃蘑菇，你们吃那种在正月里要卖四十法郎一扎的龙须菜，你们用青豌豆来填脖子，当你们要知道天气冷不冷，你们只消到报纸上去找舍华列工程师的寒暑表的记录。我们呢！我们自己便是寒暑表！我们用不着跑到河沿钟楼角上去看冷到多少度，我们自己知道血管里的血在冻结，冰已进入心脏，我们说：‘上帝是不存在的！’你现在却来到我们的洞里，是呀，我们的洞里，来叫我们匪徒！但是我们会把你吃掉！我们这些穷小子，会把你吞下去！百万富翁先生！你应当懂得这一点：我是个经营过事业的人，我领到过执照，我当过选民，我是个绅士，我！而你，你却不一定是！” Here Thenardier took a step towards the men who stood near the door, and added with a shudder:-- 说到这里，德纳第朝那几个守在房门口的人跨上一步，浑身发抖地说道： "When I think that he has dared to come here and talk to me like a cobbler!" “当我想到他竟敢跑来把我当做一个补破鞋的看待！” 
随后又以更加狂暴的气势对着白先生说： "And listen to this also, Mister philanthropist! I'm not a suspicious character, not a bit of it! I'm not a man whose name nobody knows, and who comes and abducts children from houses! I'm an old French soldier, I ought to have been decorated! I was at Waterloo, so I was! And in the battle I saved a general called the Comte of I don't know what. He told me his name, but his beastly voice was so weak that I didn't hear. All I caught was Merci [thanks]. I'd rather have had his name than his thanks. That would have helped me to find him again. The picture that you see here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what it represents? It represents me. David wished to immortalize that feat of prowess. I have that general on my back, and I am carrying him through the grape-shot. There's the history of it! That general never did a single thing for me; he was no better than the rest! But none the less, I saved his life at the risk of my own, and I have the certificate of the fact in my pocket! I am a soldier of Waterloo, by all the furies! And now that I have had the goodness to tell you all this, let's have an end of it. I want money, I want a deal of money, I must have an enormous lot of money, or I'll exterminate you, by the thunder of the good God!" “慈善家先生！你也还应该懂得这一点：我不是一个来历不明的人，我！我不是一个那种没名没姓跑到人家家里去拐带孩子的人！我是一个法兰西的退伍军人，我本应得到一个勋章！我参加过滑铁卢战役，我！我在那次战斗中救出过一个叫做什么伯爵的将军！他曾把他的名字告诉我；但是他那狗声音是那么小，因而我没有听清楚。我只听到什么“眉胥”①。我宁愿知道他的名字，不在乎他谢不谢。知道了名字，我便有办法找到他。你看见的这张油画是大卫在布鲁克塞尔②画的，你知道他画的是谁吗？他画的是我。大卫要让这一英勇事迹永垂不朽。我背上背着那位将军，把他从炮火中救出来。经过就是这样。那位将军，他从来没有为我做过一点什么事，他并没有什么地方比其他的人好些！我却没有因此就不冒生命的危险去救他的命，我的口袋里装满证件。我是滑铁卢的一名战士，他妈的上帝！现在，我没有嫌麻烦，已把这一切告诉了你，言归正传，我要钱，我要许多钱，我要大量的钱，要不，我就要你的命，慈悲上帝的雷火！” ①“眉胥”原文是merci（谢谢），和Pontmercy（彭眉胥）的后面两个音节发音相同。②布鲁克塞尔，比利时首都布鲁塞尔的误读。 Marius had regained some measure of control over his anguish, and was listening. 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 combined with all hatreds, something which was as hideous as evil, and as heart-rending as the truth. 马吕斯已能稍稍控制他的焦虑心情，他在静听着。最后的一点疑云已经消散，这人确是遗嘱里所指的那个德纳第了。马吕斯听到他责备他父亲有恩不报，不禁浑身战栗，内心万分痛苦，几乎要承认那种责备是对的。因此他更感到左右为难，不知所措了。并且，在德纳第所说的那一切话里，在那种语调、那种姿势、那种使每一个字都发出火焰的眼神里，在一个性情恶劣的人的这种和盘托出的爆发里，在这种夸耀和猥琐、傲慢和卑贱、狂怒和傻乐的混合表现里，在这种真悲愤和假感情的搀杂现象里，在一个陶醉于逞凶泄愤的欢畅滋味中的这种狂妄行为里，在一个丑恶心灵的这种无耻的暴露里，在一切痛苦和一切仇恨的这种汇合里，也确有一种象罪恶一样不堪注目，象真情一样令人心酸的东西。 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. 他要求白先生收买的那幅所谓名家手笔，大卫的油画，读者已经猜到，只不过是他从前那客马店的招牌，我们记得，是他自己画的，是他在孟费郿破产时留下来的唯一的破烂。 
由于他这时没有挡住马吕斯的视线，马吕斯能细看那货色了，他果真看出涂抹在那上面的是一个战场，远处是烟，近处是一个背上背着一个人的人。那两个人便是德纳第和彭眉胥，救人的中士和被救的上校。马吕斯好象醉了似的，他仿佛看见他的父亲在画上活了起来，那已不是孟费郿酒店的招牌，而是死者的复活，墓石半开，亡魂起立了。马吕斯听见自己的心在太阳穴里卜卜地响，他耳朵里有滑铁卢的炮声，他父亲隐隐约约出现在那丑恶的画面上，流着血，神色仓皇，他仿佛看见那个不三不四的形象在定定地望着他。 When Thenardier had recovered his breath, he turned his bloodshot eyes on M. Leblanc, and said to him in a low, curt voice:-- 德纳第，当他气息平复以后，把他一双血红的眼睛盯着白先生，轻声干脆地对他说： "What have you to say before we put the handcuffs on you?" “你有什么要说的吗，在我们请您干几杯以前？” M. Leblanc held his peace.In the midst of this silence, a cracked voice launched this lugubrious sarcasm from the corridor:-- 白先生没有作声。在这沉寂当中，有一个破嗓子从过道里发出了这么一句阴森的玩笑话： "If there's any wood to be split, I'm there!" “假使要砍木头，有我在！” 
是那个拿板斧的人在寻开心。 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. 同时，一张毛茸茸、黑不溜秋的大宽脸咧着嘴从门口笑着进来，形状骇人，露着满嘴的獠牙。 It was the face of the man with the butcher's axe. 这便是那个拿板斧的人的脸。 "Why have you taken off your mask> Thenardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket. “你为什么把脸罩取掉？”德纳第对他暴跳如雷大吼起来。 "No," replied Bigrenaille, "he's drunk 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. 白先生趁这机会，一脚踢开椅子，一拳推开桌子，一个纵步，轻捷得出奇，德纳第还没有来得及转身，他已到了窗口。开窗，跳上窗台，跨出窗外，那只是一秒钟的事。他已经半截身子到了外面，六只强壮的手一齐抓住了他，又使劲把他拖回那穷窟里。跳上去抓他的人是那三个“通烟囱的”。德纳第大娘也同时揪住了他的头发。 
其他的匪徒，听到众人蹿动的声音，全从过道里跑来了。那个躺在床上、仿佛喝醉了酒的老头从床上跳下来，手里捏一个修路工人用的铁锤，和大家站在一道。 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. 蜡烛正照着那几个“通烟囱的”中的一个，尽管他脸上抹了黑，马吕斯仍认出那人就是邦灼，又叫春天，又叫比格纳耶的，这人把一根那种在铁杆两端装了两个铅球的闷棍举在白先生的头顶上。 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'svoice shouted:-- 马吕斯见到这情况，实在忍不住了。他私自说道：“我的父亲，请原谅我！”同时他的手指也在找手枪的扳机。正要开枪时，他又听见德纳第喊道： "Don't harm him!" “不要伤害他！” 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. 受害人这次所作的挣扎，不但没有激怒德纳第，反而使他镇静下来了。他原是由两个人构成的，一个凶横的人和一个精明的人。直到这时，在他踌躇满志的情况下，在受害人束手无策、不动弹的时候，支配着他的是那个凶横的人；现在受害人挣扎起来了，并且似乎要斗争，那精明的人便又出现并占了上风 
“不要伤害他！”他又说了一次。他这话的最直接的效果，这是他不知道的，是把那待发的枪声止住了，并软化了马吕斯，在马吕斯看来，紧急关头已过，在新形势面前再观望一下，丝毫没有不妥的地方。谁知道不会出现什么机会能把他从无法使玉秀儿的父亲和上校的救命恩人两全的难题中拯救出来呢？ 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. 一场恶斗开始了。当胸一拳，白先生把那老头送到了屋子中间去乱滚，接着就是两个反巴掌把两个对手打倒在地上，两个膝头各压住了一个；那两个无赖，处在这种压力下，好象被石磨压住了似的，只有呻吟的分儿；但是其余那四个抓住了这勇猛非凡的老人的臂膀和后颈，把他压伏在那两个被压的“通烟囱的”身上。这样，既制人，又为人所制，既压着在他下面的人，又被在他上面的人所扼住，尽力挣扎而无法摆脱堆在他身上的力量，白先生消失在那一群横蛮的匪徒下面了，正如一头野猪消失在一堆怪叫的猎狗下面。 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. 他们终于把他掀翻在最近窗口的那张床上，使他动弹不得。德纳第大娘一直没有放松他的头发。 "Don't you mix yourself up in this affair," said Thenardier. "You'll tear your shawl." “你，”德纳第说，“不用你管。小心撕破你的围巾。” The Thenardier obeyed, as the female wolf obeys the male wolf,with a growl. 德纳第大娘放了手，好象母狼服从公狼，咬着牙低声咆哮了一阵。 
“你们，”德纳第又说，“搜他身上。” 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. 白先生仿佛已放弃了抵抗的念头。大家上去搜他身上。他身上只有一个皮荷包和一条手绢，荷包里盛着六个法郎，再没有旁的东西。 Thenardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket. 德纳第把手绢揣在自己的衣袋里。 "What! No pocket-book?" he demanded. “怎么！没有票夹子？”他问。 "No, nor watch," replied one of the "chimney-builders." “也没有表。”一个“通烟囱的”回答。 
“没有关系，”那个脸上戴了面具、手里捏着一把大钥匙的人用肚子里的声音阴阴地说，“这是个老滑串子！” Thenardier went to the corner near the door, picked up a bundle of ropes and threw them at the men. 德纳第走到门角落里，拿起一把绳子，丢向他们。 "Tie him to the leg of the bed," said he.And, catching sight of the old man who had been stretched across the room by the blow from M. Leblanc's fist, and who made no movement, he added:-- “把他捆在床脚上，”他说。继又望着那个被白先生一拳打倒、直挺挺躺在屋子中间不动的老头：“蒲辣秃柳儿是不是死了？”他问。 "Is Boulatruelle dead?" “没有死，”比格纳耶回答，“他喝醉了。” "No," replied Bigrenaille, "he's drunk." 
“把他扫到屋角里去。”德纳第说 Two of the "chimney-builders" pushed the drunken man into the corner near the heap of old iron with their feet. 两个“通烟囱的”用脚把那醉汉推到了那堆废铁旁边。 "Babet," said Thenardier in a low tone to the man with the cudgel, "why did you bring so many; they were not needed." “巴伯，你为什么带来了这么多的人？”德纳第低声问那拿粗木棒的人，“用不着这样。” "What can you do?" replied the man with the cudgel, "they all wanted to be in it. This is a bad season. There's no business going on." “我不好办，”拿粗木棒的人回答：“他们全要插一手。这季度清淡，找不着买卖。” The pallet on which M. Leblanc had been thrown was a sort of hospital bed, elevated on four coarse wooden legs, roughly hewn. M. Leblanc let them take their own course.The ruffians bound him securely, in an upright attitude, with his feet on the ground at the head of the bed, the end which was most remote from the window, and nearest to the fireplace. 白先生躺着的那张床是医院里用的那种粗木床，四只床脚都几乎没有好好加工过。白先生任他们摆布。匪徒们要他立在地上，牢牢地把他绑在离窗口最远、离壁炉最近的床脚上。 
最后一个结打好了，德纳第拿了一把椅子，走来坐在白先生的斜对面。德纳第已不象他原来的样子，他的面容已从凶横放肆慢慢转为温和安静而狡猾。马吕斯很不容易从这斯文人的笑容里认出那张近似猛兽、刚才还唾沫横飞的嘴。他望着这一奇怪、令人不安的转变，为之骇然，他的感受正如一个人看到一只老虎变成了律师 "Monsieur--" said Thenardier. “先生……”德纳第说。 And dismissing with a gesture the ruffians who still kept their hands on M. Leblanc:-- 同时他做个手势叫那些还抓住白先生的强盗走开： "Stand off a little, and let me have a talk with the gentleman." “你们站远一点，让我和这位先生谈谈。” All retired towards the door. He went on:-- 大家一齐退向门口。他接着说： 
“先生，您打错主意了，您不该想到要跳窗子。万一折断一条腿呢？现在，假使您允许，我们来心平气和地谈谈。首先，我应当把我注意到的一个情况告诉您，那就是您直到现在还没有喊过一声。” Thenardier was right, this detail was correct, although it had escaped Marius in his agitation. M. Leblanc had barely pronounced a few words, without raising his voice, and even during his struggle with the six ruffians near the window he had preserved the most profound and singular silence.Thenardier continued:-- 德纳第说得对，这一细节是实在的，尽管马吕斯在慌乱中没能察觉出来。白先生只稍稍说过几句话，并且没有提高过嗓子，更怪的是，即使是在窗口旁和那六个匪徒搏斗时，他也紧闭着口，一声不吭。德纳第继续说： "Mon Dieu! You might have shouted `stop thief' a bit, and I should not have thought it improper. `Murder!' That, too, is said occasionally, and, so far as I am concerned, I should not have taken it in bad part. It is very natural that you should make a little row when you find yourself with persons who don't inspire you with sufficient confidence. You might have done that, and no one would have troubled you on that account. You would not even have been gagged. And I will tell you why. This room is very private. That's its only recommendation, but it has that in its favor. You might fire off a mortar and it would produce about as much noise at the nearest police station as the snores of a drunken man. Here a cannon would make a boum, and the thunder would make a pouf.It's a handy lodging. But, in short, you did not shout, and it is better so. I present you my compliments, and I will tell you the conclusion that I draw from that fact: My dear sir, when a man shouts, who comes? The police. And after the police? Justice. Well! You have not made an outcry; that is because you don't care to have the police and the courts come in any more than we do. It is because,--I have long suspected it,--you have some interest in hiding something. On our side we have the same interest. So we can come to an understanding." As he spoke thus, it seemed as though Thenardier, who kept his eyes fixed on M. Leblanc, were trying to plunge the sharp points which darted from the pupils into the very conscience of his prisoner. Moreover, his language, which was stamped with a sort of moderated,subdued insolence and crafty insolence, was reserved and almost choice,and in that rascal, who had been nothing but a robber a short time previously, one now felt "the man who had studied for the priesthood." “我的天主！您原可以喊上一两声‘抢人啊’，我决不会感到那有什么不妥当。救命啊！在这种情况下是谁也要喊的，在我这方面，我绝对不会说这不应该。当我们看见自己遇到了一些不能使我们十分相信的人时，我们哇哩哇啦一阵子，那原是非常简单的。要是您那么做了，我们也不会打扰您的。连一个塞子我们也不会塞到您的嘴里。让我来告诉您这是为什么。因为这屋子是间哑屋子。它只有这么一个优点，但是它有这个优点。这是间地窨子。您就在这里丢一个炸弹吧，最近的警察哨所听了，也只当是个酒鬼的鼾声。在这里，大炮也只‘呯’那么一下，雷也只‘噗’那么一下。这是个舒服的住处。但是，总而言之，您没有喊一声，这样最好，我佩服您的高明，我并且要把我从这里得出的结论说给您听：我的亲爱的先生，要是您喊，谁会来呢？警察。警察来过以后呢？法律制裁。因而您没有喊，足见您并不比我们更乐于看见警察和法律制裁来到我们身上。也可以看出棗我早已怀疑到这一点棗由于某种利害关系，您就有某种东西需要加以隐藏。在我们这方面，我们也有同样的利害关系。因此我们是可以谈得拢的。” The silence preserved by the prisoner, that precaution which had been carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that resistance opposed to the first impulse of nature,which is to utter a cry, all this, it must be confessed,now that his attention had been called to it, troubled Marius,and affected him with painful astonishment. 德纳第一面这样谈着，他那双盯着白先生的眼睛，仿佛也在着意要把从它瞳孔里冒出的尖针一一刺到他俘虏的心里去。此外，他所用的语言，虽然带着一种温和而隐蔽的侮辱意味，却是含蓄的，几乎是经过一番斟酌的。这人。刚才还只是个盗匪，现在在我们的印象中却是个“受过传教士教育的人”了。 Thenardier's well-grounded observation still further obscured for Marius the dense mystery which enveloped that grave and singular person on whom Courfeyrac had bestowed the sobriquet of Monsieur Leblanc. 那俘虏所保持的沉默，他的那种不惜冒着生命危险来坚持的戒备，对叫喊这一极自然的动作的抗拒，这一切，我们应当指出，对马吕斯都是不愉快的，并且使他惊讶到了痛苦的程度。 
这个被古费拉克栽上“白先生”绰号的人，在马吕斯的心目中，原是一个隐现在神秘氛围中的严肃奇特的形象，现在经过德纳第的这一切合实情的观察，马吕斯感到更加看不清楚了。但是，不管他是什么人，他虽已受到绳索的捆绑，刽子手的层层包围，半陷在，不妨这样说，一个随时往下沉的土坑里，无论是在德纳第的狂怒或软磨面前，这人始终岿然不动，马吕斯此时也不能不对这沉郁庄严的容貌肃然起敬。 Here, evidently, was a soul which was inaccessible to terror, and which did not know the meaning of despair. Here was one of those men who command amazement in desperate circumstances. Extreme as was the crisis, inevitable as was the catastrophe,there was nothing here of the agony of the drowning man, who opens his horror-filled eyes under the water. 这显然是个恐惧不能侵袭，也不知什么叫惊慌失措的心灵。这是一个那种能在绝望的环境中抑制慌乱情绪的人。尽管情况是那么极端凶险，尽管灾难是那么无可避免，这里却一点也没有象惨遭灭顶的人在水底下睁着一双惊骇万状的眼睛的那种悲痛神情。 Thenardier rose in an unpretending manner, went to the fireplace, shoved aside the screen, which he leaned against the neighboring pallet, and thus unmasked the brazier full of glowing coals, in which the prisoner could plainly see the chisel white-hot and spotted here and there with tiny scarlet stars. 德纳第从容不迫地站起来，走向壁炉，挪动屏风，把它靠在炉旁的破床边上，让烧着一炉旺火的铁皮炉子露出来，被绑的人完全可以看见躺在炉子里的那把已经烧到发白、密密麻麻散布着许多小红点的钝口凿。 Then Thenardier returned to his seat beside M. Leblanc. 接着，德纳第又过来坐在白先生旁边。 "I continue," said he. "We can come to an understanding. Let us arrange this matter in an amicable way. I was wrong to lose my temper just now, I don't know what I was thinking of, I went a great deal too far, I said extravagant things. For example,because you are a millionnaire, I told you that I exacted money,a lot of money, a deal of money. That would not be reasonable.Mon Dieu, in spite of your riches, you have expenses of your own--who has not? I don't want to ruin you, I am not a greedy fellow,after all. I am not one of those people who, because they have the advantage of the position, profit by the fact to make themselves ridiculous. Why, I'm taking things into consideration and making a sacrifice on my side. I only want two hundred thousand francs." “我继续谈，”他说。“我们是可以谈得拢的。让我们对这问题来一个友好的解决。刚才我发了火，不应该，我不知道我的聪明刚才到哪里去了，我确是做得太过分了，我说了些不中听的话。比方说，因为您是百万富翁，我便向您要钱，要许多钱，大量的钱。那样做是不近情理的。我的天主，您有钱也不一定就宽舒，您有您的种种负担，谁又没有负担呢？我并不想要您倾家荡产，我究竟还不是一个泼皮。我也不是一个那种因为形势对自己有利，便利用形势来变得庸俗可笑的人。听我说，我可以让一步，牺牲一点我这方面的利益。我只要求二十万法郎。” 
白先生一个字也没有说。德纳第跟着又说： "You see that I put not a little water in my wine; I'm very moderate. I don't know the state of your fortune, but I do know that you don't stick at money, and a benevolent man like yourself can certainly give two hundred thousand francs to the father of a family who is out of luck. Certainly, you are reasonable, too; you haven't imagined that I should take all the trouble I have to-day and organized this affair this evening, which has been labor well bestowed, in the opinion of these gentlemen, merely to wind up by asking you for enough to go and drink red wine at fifteen sous and eat veal at Desnoyer's. Two hundred thousand francs--it's surely worth all that. This trifle once out of your pocket, I guarantee you that that's the end of the matter, and that you have no further demands to fear. You will say to me: `But I haven't two hundred thousand francs about me.' Oh! I'm not extortionate. I don't demand that. I only ask one thing of you. Have the goodness to write what I am about to dictate to you." “您瞧我在我的酒里已搀了不少的水了。我不知道您的经济情况，但是我知道您花钱是不大在乎的，并且象您这样一位慈善家很可以赠送二十万法郎给一个境遇不好的家长。同时您也是个明理的人，您决不至于认为：象我今天这样劳民伤财，象我今晚这样布置棗在场的诸位先生们都一致同意，认为这一工作是安排得很好的棗只是为了向您弄几文到德努瓦耶店里去喝喝十五法郎一瓶的红葡萄酒和吃吃小牛肉而已。二十万法郎，值得呢。只要您把这一点点鸡毛蒜皮从您的袋子里掏出来了，我担保，决不改口，您尽可以放心，谁也不会再动您一根毛。您一定会对我说：‘可是我身上没有带二十万法郎。’呵！我是不喜欢小题大做的。我现在并不要您付钱。我只要求您一件事。劳您驾把我要念的写下来。” Here Thenardier paused; then he added, emphasizing his words,and casting a smile in the direction of the brazier:-- 德纳第说到这里，停了一下，随即又以着重的语气，朝小火炉那面丢了一个笑脸，说道： "I warn you that I shall not admit that you don't know how to write." “我预先告诉您，如果您说您不会写字，我是不能同意的。” A grand inquisitor might have envied that smile. 高明的检察官见了他那笑脸也要自愧不如。 
德纳第把桌子推向白先生，紧紧地靠着他，又从抽屉里拿出一个墨水瓶、一杆笔和一张纸，让那抽屉半开着，露出一把雪亮的长尖刀。 He placed the sheet of paper before M. Leblanc. 他把纸放在白先生面前。 "Write," said he. “写。”他说。 The prisoner spoke at last. 那被绑的人终于说话了。 "How do you expect me to write? I am bound." “您要我怎么写？我是绑着的。” 
“这是真话，请原谅！”德纳第说，“您说得很对。” And turning to Bigrenaille:-- 他转向比格纳耶说： "Untie the gentleman's right arm." “放开先生的右边胳膊。” Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, executed Thenardier's order.When the prisoner's right arm was free, Thenardier dipped the pen in the ink and presented it to him. 邦灼，又叫春天，又叫比格纳耶的，执行了德纳第的命令。当被绑人的右手松了绑以后，德纳第拿着笔，蘸上墨水，递给他，说： "Understand thoroughly, sir, that you are in our power, at our discretion, that no human power can get you out of this, and that we shall be really grieved if we are forced to proceed to disagreeable extremities. I know neither your name, nor your address, but I warn you, that you will remain bound until the person charged with carrying the letter which you are about to write shall have returned. Now, be so good as to write." “请您好好注意，先生，您是在我们的管制中，在我们的掌握中，绝对在我们的掌握中，任何人间的力量都不能把您从这里救出去，要是我们被迫而不得不干出一些不愉快的极端行为。那我们真会感到很抱歉。我不知道您的姓名，也不知道您的住址，但是我要预先告诉您，您马上要写一封信，我会派一个人去送信，在送信的人回来以前，我不会松您的绑。现在请您好好地写。” 
“写什么？”被绑人问。 "I will dictate." “我念，你写。” M. Leblanc took the pen. 白先生拿起了笔。 Thenardier began to dictate:-- 德纳第开始念： "My daughter--" “我的女儿……” 
被绑人吃了一惊，抬起眼睛望着德纳第。 "Put down `My dear daughter'--" said Thenardier. “写‘我亲爱的女儿’。”德纳第说。 M. Leblanc obeyed.Thenardier continued:-- 白先生照写了。德纳第再念： "Come instantly--" “你立即到这里来……” He paused:-- 他停住不念了，说道： 
“您平时对她说话是说‘你’的，对吗？” "Who?" asked M. Leblanc. “谁？”白先生问。 "Parbleu!" cried Thenardier, "the little one, the Lark." “还待问！”德纳第说，“当然是说那小姑娘，百灵鸟。” M. Leblanc replied without the slightest apparent emotion:-- 白先生面色不改，回答说： "I do not know what you mean." “我不懂您的话。” 
“您照写就是。”德纳第说，接着他又开始念： "Come immediately, I am in absolute need of thee. The person who will deliver this note to thee is instructed to conduct thee to me.I am waiting for thee. Come with confidence."M. Leblanc had written the whole of this. “你立即到这里来。我绝对需要你。送这封信的人是我派来接你的。我等你。放心来。” 白先生全照写了。 Thenardier resumed:-- 德纳第又说： "Ah! erase `come with confidence'; that might lead her to suppose that everything was not as it should be, and that distrust is possible." “啊！不要‘放心来’，这句话可能引起猜疑，使人认为事情不那么简单，不敢放心来。” M. Leblanc erased the three words. 白先生涂掉了那三个字。 
“现在，”德纳第跟着又说“请签名。您叫什么名字？” The prisoner laid down the pen and demanded:-- 被绑人把笔放下，问道： "For whom is this letter?" “这信是给谁的？” "You know well," retorted Thenardier, "for the little one I just told you so." “您又不是不知道，”德纳第回答，“是给那小姑娘的。我刚才已经告诉过您了。” It was evident that Thenardier avoided naming the young girl in question. He said "the Lark," he said "the little one," but he did not pronounce her name--the precaution of a clever man guarding his secret from his accomplices. To mention the name was to deliver the whole "affair" into their hands, and to tell them more about it than there was any need of their knowing. 德纳第显然不愿意把那姑娘的名字说出来。他只说“百灵鸟”，他只说“小姑娘”，可是他不提名字。这是精明人在他的爪牙面前保密的戒备手段。说出名字，便会把“整个买卖”揭露出来，把不需要他们知道的东西也告诉了他们。 
他又说： "Sign. What is your name?" “请签名。您叫什么名字？” "Urbain Fabre," said the prisoner. “玉尔邦·法白尔。”被绑人说。 Thenardier, with the movement of a cat, dashed his hand into his pocket and drew out the handkerchief which had been seized on M. Leblanc. He looked for the mark on it, and held it close to the candle. 德纳第，象只老猫似的，连忙伸手到他的衣袋里，把那条从白先生身上搜到的手绢掏出来。他找那上面的记号，凑近蜡烛去看。 "U. F. That's it. Urbain Fabre. Well, sign it U. F." “U．F．，对。玉尔邦·法白尔。好吧，您就签上U．F．。” 
被绑人签了。 "As two hands are required to fold the letter, give it to me, I will fold it." “您折信得有两只手，给我，我来折。” That done, Thenardier resumed:-- 折好信，德纳第又说： "Address it, `Mademoiselle Fabre,' at your house. I know that you live a long distance from here, near Saint-Jacquesdu-Haut-Pas, because you go to mass there every day, but I don't know in what street. I see that you understand your situation. As you have not lied about your name, you will not lie about your address. Write it yourself." “写上收信人的地址，姓名。‘法白尔小姐’，还有您的住址。我知道您住的地方离此地不会很远，在圣雅克·德·奥·巴附近，您每天都去那儿望弥撒，但是我不知道哪条街。在名字上，您既没有撒谎，在住址上，想必您也不会撒谎吧。您自己把住址写上。” The prisoner paused thoughtfully for a moment, then he took the pen and wrote:-- 被绑人若有所思地呆了一会，继又拿起笔来写： 
“圣多米尼克·唐斐街十七号，玉尔邦·法白尔先生寓内，法白尔小姐收。” Thenardier seized the letter with a sort of feverish convulsion. 德纳第以痉挛性的急促动作抓着那封信。 "Wife!" he cried. “我的妻！”他喊。 The Thenardier woman hastened to him. 德纳第大娘跑上前去。 "Here's the letter. You know what you have to do. There is a carriage at the door. Set out at once, and return ditto." “信在这儿了。你知道你应当怎么办。下面有辆马车。快去快来。” 
又转向那拿板斧的人说： "Since you have taken off your nose-screen, accompany the mistress. You will get up behind the fiacre. You know where you left the team?" “你，既然已经取掉脸罩，你就陪着老板娘去走一趟。你坐在马车后面。你知道栏杆车停的地方吗？” "Yes," said the man. “知道。”那人说。 And depositing his axe in a corner, he followed Madame Thenardier. 他把板斧放在屋角，便跟着德纳第大娘往外走。 As they set off, Thenardier thrust his head through the half-open door, and shouted into the corridor:-- 他们出去后，德纳第把脑袋从半开着的门缝中伸到过道里，喊道： 
“小心不要把信弄丢了！好好想想你身上带着二十万法郎呢。” The Thenardier's hoarse voice replied:-- 德纳第大娘的哑嗓子回答说： "Be easy. I have it in my bosom." “放心。我已把它放在肚子里了。” A minute had not elapsed, when the sound of the cracking of a whip was heard, which rapidly retreated and died away. 不到一分钟，便听见马鞭挥动的劈啪声，声音越来越弱，很快便听不到了。 "Good!" growled Thenardier. "They're going at a fine pace. At such a gallop, the bourgeoise will be back inside three-quarters of an hour." “好！”德纳第嘟囔着。“他们走得很快。象这样一路大跑，只要三刻钟，老板娘便回来了。” 
他把一张椅子移向壁炉，坐下，交叉着胳膊，朝铁皮炉伸出两只靴子。 "My feet are cold!" said he. “我脚冷。”他说。 Only five ruffians now remained in the den with Thenardier and the prisoner.These men, through the black masks or paste which covered their faces, and made of them, at fear's pleasure, charcoal-burners, negroes, or demons, had a stupid and gloomy air, and it could be felt that they perpetrated a crime like a bit of work, tranquilly, without either wrath or mercy, witess, be out of reach with the young girl, and Marius reflected on Thenardier's words, of which he perceived the bloody significance: "If you have me arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark." 在那穷窟里，同德纳第和那被绑人一道留下来的只有那五个匪徒了。这伙人，为了制造恐怖，脸上都戴着脸罩或抹了黑脂胶，装成煤炭工人、黑种人、鬼怪的样子，在这副外貌下面，却露着呆傻郁闷的神情，使人感到他们是抱着干活计的态度在执行一项罪恶勾当，安安静静，无精打采，没有愤恨，也不怜悯，他们好象是一群白痴，一句话也不说，挤在一个角落里。德纳第在烘他的脚。那被绑的人又回复到沉默状态。刚才还充满这屋子的凶暴的喧嚷已被一种阴沉沉的寂静所代替。 Now, it was not alone by the colonel's testament, it was by his own love, it was by the peril of the one he loved, that he felt himself restrained. 烛芯上结了个大烛花，把那空阔的破烂屋子照得朦朦胧胧，煤火也暗下去了，所有那些鬼怪似的脑袋把一些不成形的影子映在墙壁和天花板上。 This frightful situation, which had already lasted above half an hour, was changing its aspect every moment. 除了那老醉汉从熟睡中发出的匀静的鼻息声外，什么声音也没有。 
这一切使马吕斯的心情变得更加焦灼万分，他等待着。这哑谜越来越猜不透了。被德纳第称为“百灵鸟”的那个“小姑娘”究竟是什么人？是指他的“玉秀儿”吗？被绑的老人听到“百灵鸟”这称呼似乎全无反应，只毫无所谓地淡淡回答了一句：“我不懂您的话。”在另一方面，U．F．这两个字母有了解释，是玉尔邦·法白尔的首字。玉秀儿已不再叫玉秀儿了。这是马吕斯看得最清楚的一点。一种丧魂失魄似的苦恼心情把他钉了在那俯瞰全盘经过的位置上。他立在那里，好象已被眼前的种种穷凶极恶的事物搞得精疲力竭，几乎失去了思考和行动的能力。他呆等着，盼望能发生某种意外，任何意外；他无法理清自己的思绪，也不知道应当采取什么态度。 "In any case," he said, "if she is the Lark, I shall see her, for the Thenardier woman is to bring her hither. That will be the end, and then I will give my life and my blood if necessary,but I will deliver her! Nothing shall stop me." “不管怎样，”他暗暗想道，“如果百灵鸟就是她，我一定能看见她，因为德纳第大娘将会把她带来。到那时候，毫无问题，必要时我可以献出我的生命和血，把她救出来！任何东西都不能阻挡我。 Nearly half an hour passed in this manner. Thenardier seemed to be absorbed in gloomy reflections, the prisoner did not stir. Still, Marius fancied that at intervals, and for the last few moments, he had heard a faint, dull noise in the direction of the prisoner. on ，1431椩?463），法国诗人，一生好与盗匪为伍。当时他怕人发现，不便弯腰，因而左腿上的绑索未能割断。 All at once, Thenardier addressed the prisoner: 那些匪徒已从最初的惊讶中醒了过来。 "By the way, Monsieur Fabre, I might as well say it to you at once." “不用慌，”比格纳耶对德纳第说，“他还有一条腿是绑着的（白尔先生，听我说，我现在把这话告诉您也一样。” 
这句话仿佛要引出一段解释。马吕斯侧耳细听。德纳第继续说： "My wife will be back shortly, don't get impatient. I think that the Lark really is your daughter, and it seems to me quite natural that you should keep her. Only, listen to me a bit. My wife will go and hunt her up with your letter. I told my wife to dress herself in the way she did, so that your young lady might make no difficulty about following her. They will both enter the carriage with my comrade behind. Somewhere, outside the barrier, there is a trap harnessed to two very good horses. Your young lady will be taken to it. She will alight from the fiacre. My comrade will enter the other vehicle with her, and my wife will come back here to tell us: `It's done.' As for the young lady, no harm will be done to her; the trap will conduct her to a place where she will be quiet, and just as soon as you have handed over to me those little two hundred thousand francs, she will be returned to you. If you have me arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark, that's all." “我的老伴快回来了，您不用急。我想百灵鸟确实是您的女儿，您把她留在身边，我也认为那是极自然的。不过，您听我说。我的女人带着您的信，一定会找到她。我曾嘱咐我的女人换上衣服，象您刚才看见的样子，为的是好让您那位小姐能跟着她走，不至于感到为难。她们俩会坐在马车里，我那伙计坐在车子后头。在便门外的某个地方，有一辆栏杆车，套上了两匹极好的马。他们会把您的小姐带到那地方。她将走下马车。我那伙计领她坐上栏杆车，我的女人回到此地对我们说：‘办妥了。’至于您那小姐，不会有人虐待她的，那辆栏杆车会把她带到一个地方，她可以安安稳稳地待在那里，等到您把区区二十万法郎交了给我，我们立即把她送还给您。要是您叫人逮捕我，我那伙计便会给百灵鸟一脚尖。就这样。” The prisoner uttered not a syllable. After a pause, Thenardier continued:-- 他煞住了。那被绑人一个字也不答。停了一会，德纳第又说 "It's very simple, as you see. There'll be no harm done unless you wish that there should be harm done. I'm telling you how things stand. I warn you so that you may be prepared." ：“事情很简单，您也懂得。不会有什么为难的事，如果您不想为难的话。我把这话说给您听。我事先告诉您，让您知道知道。 He paused: the prisoner did not break the silence, and Thenardier resumed:-- ”被绑人仍不作声，德纳第接着又说： 
“等到我的老伴回来了，并告诉我说‘百灵鸟已在路上了’，我们便放您走，您可以自由自在地回家去睡觉。您瞧，我们并没有什么坏心思。” Terrible images passed through Marius' mind. What! That young girl whom they were abducting was not to be brought back? One of those monsters was to bear her off into the darkness? Whither? And what if it were she! It was clear that it was she. Marius felt his heart stop beating.What was he to do? Discharge the pistol? Place all those scoundrels in the hands of justice? But the horrible man with the meat-axe would, none the less, be out of reach with the young girl, and Marius reflected on Thenardier's words, of which he perceived the bloody significance: "If you have me arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark." 在马吕斯的脑子里，却出现了触目惊心的景象。怎么！他们要绑走那姑娘，他们不把她带来此地？这一伙妖魔鬼怪中的一个要把她带去隐藏起来？那是什么地方？“……并且万一就是她呢！并且显然就是她了！马吕斯感到他的心停止跳动了。怎么办？开枪吗？把这些恶棍全交到法律的手中吗？可是那个拿板斧的凶贼会仍然扣着那姑娘，逍遥法外，马吕斯想到德纳第的这句话，隐隐感到话里的血腥味：“要是您叫人逮捕我，我那伙计便会给百灵鸟一脚尖。” Now, it was not alone by the colonel's testament, it was by his own love, it was by the peril of the one he loved, that he felt himself restrained. 现在不仅是上校的遗嘱，也还有他的恋情，他意中人的危险，都在使他进退两难。 This frightful situation, which had already lasted above half an hour, was changing its aspect every moment. Marius had sufficient strength of mind to review in succession all the most heart-breaking conjectures, seeking hope and finding none. The tumult of his thoughts contrasted with the funereal silence of the den. 这种已经延续了一个多小时的险恶遭遇仍在随时改变形势。马吕斯已有勇气来反复剖析种种最痛心的臆测，想找出一线希望，但是一无所得。他脑子里的喧嚣和那穷窟里坟墓般的寂静恰成对比。 In the midst of this silence, the door at the bottom of the staircase was heard to open and shut again. 在这沉寂中，楼梯下忽然传来大门开闭的声音。 
被绑的人在他的绑索中动了一下。 "Here's the bourgeoise," said Thenardier. “老板娘回来了。”德纳第说。 He had hardly uttered the words, when the Thenardier woman did in fact rush hastily into the room, red, panting, breathless, with flaming eyes, and cried, as she smote her huge hands on her thighs simultaneously:-- 话还没说完，德纳第大娘果然冲进了屋子，涨红了脸，呼吸促迫，喘不过气来，眼里冒着火，用她的两只肥厚的手同时捶自己的屁股，吼道： "False address!" “假地址？” The ruffian who had gone with her made his appearance behind her and picked up his axe again. 她带去的那个匪徒跟在她后面进来，重新拿起了板斧 
她又说道： "Nobody there! Rue Saint-Dominique, No. 17, no Monsieur Urbain Fabre! They know not what it means!" “鬼也没有找到一个！圣多米尼克街十七号，没有法白尔先生！谁也不知道他。” She paused, choking, then went on:-- 她喘不过气，只得停下来，继又说道： "Monsieur Thenardier! That old fellow has duped you! You are too good, you see! If it had been me, I'd have chopped the beast in four quarters to begin with! And if he had acted ugly, I'd have boiled him alive! He would have been obliged to speak, and say where the girl is, and where he keeps his shiners! That's the way I should have managed matters! People are perfectly right when they say that men are a deal stupider than women! Nobody at No. 17. It's nothing but a big carriage gate! No Monsieur Fabre in the Rue Saint-Dominique! And after all that racing and fee to the coachman and all! I spoke to both the porter and the portress, a fine, stout woman, and they know nothing about him!" “德纳第先生！这老鬼给你上了当！你太老实了，懂吗！要是我呀，一上来我就先替你，替你们把他的嘴巴砍作四块再说！要是他逞强，我就活活地把他烤熟！他应当说实话，说出那姑娘在什么地方，说出那隐藏的钱财在什么地方！要是我，我就那么办，我！怪不得人家要说男人总比女人蠢些！鬼也没有一个，十七号！那是一扇大车门。没有法白尔先生，圣多米尼克街！又是一路大跑，又是马车夫的小费，又是什么的！我问了门房和他的女人，那女人倒生得又漂亮又结实，可他们不知道！” Marius breathed freely once more. She, Ursule or the Lark, he no longer knew what to call her, was safe.While his exasperated wife vociferated, Thenardier had seated himself on the table. 马吕斯吐了口气。她，玉秀儿或百灵鸟，他已不知道应当怎样称呼的那个人儿，脱险了。 
当他那气疯了的女人大嚷大叫时，德纳第坐到了桌子上，他有好一阵子没说话，晃着他的右腿，横眉瞪眼地望着小火炉发呆。 "A false address? What did you expect to gain by that?" “一个假地址？你究竟是怎样打算的？” 最后，他用慢腾腾的、狠得出奇的语调对被绑人说： "To gain time!" cried the prisoner in a thundering voice,and at the same instant he shook off his bonds; they were cut. The prisoner was only attached to the bed now by one leg. “争取时间！”被绑人以洪亮的嗓子大声回答。同时，他一下子挣脱了身上的绑索，绑索早已断了。他只有一条腿还被绑在床脚上。 Before the seven men had time to collect their senses and dash forward, he had bent down into the fireplace, had stretched out his hand to the brazier, and had then straightened himself up again, and now Thenardier, the female Thenardier, and the ruffians, huddled in amazement at the extremity of the hovel, stared at him in stupefaction, as almost free and in a formidable attitude, he brandished above his head the red-hot chisel, which emitted a threatening glow. 那七个人还没来得及看清楚，向他冲上去，他已钻到壁炉下面，把手朝小火炉伸去，接着立了起来；到这时，德纳第，他的女人，还有那七个匪徒，都一齐被他吓倒，全向屋子的底里退去，惊愕失措地望着他把那发出一片凶光的、通红的钝口凿高举在头顶上，几乎可以为所欲为，形象好不吓人。 The judicial examination to which the ambush in the Gorbeau house eventually gave rise, established the fact that a large sou piece, cut and worked in a peculiar fashion, was found in the garret, when the police made their descent on it. This sou piece was one of those marvels of industry, which are engendered by the patience of the galleys in the shadows and for the shadows, marvels which are nothing else than instruments of escape. These hideous and delicate products of wonderful art are to jewellers' work what the metaphors of slang are to poetry. There are Benvenuto Cellinis in the galleys, just as there are Villons in language. The unhappy wretch who aspires to deliverance finds means sometimes without tools, sometimes with a common wooden-handled knife, to saw a sou into two thin plates, to hollow out these plates without affecting the coinage stamp, and to make a furrow on the edge of the sou in such a manner that the plates will adhere again. This can be screwed together and unscrewed at will; it is a box. In this box he hides a watch-spring, and this watch-spring, properly handled, cuts good-sized chains and bars of iron. The unfortunate convict is supposed to possess merely a sou; not at all,he possesses liberty. It was a large sou of this sort which, during the subsequent search of the police, was found under the bed near the window. They also found a tiny saw of blue steel which would fit the sou.It is probable that the prisoner had this sou piece on his person at the moment when the ruffians searched him, that he contrived to conceal it in his hand, and that afterward, having his right hand free, he unscrewed it, and used it as a saw to cut the cords which fastened him, which would explain the faint noise and almost imperceptible movements which Marius had observed. 法院调查戈尔博老屋谋害案件的记录时曾提到，警察进入现场以后，找到一个经过特殊加工的很大的苏。这种很大的苏是苦役牢里的一种极为精巧的工艺品，靠耐力在黑暗中精心制造出来为秘密活动服务的奇异产品，也就是说，是一种越狱的工具。这种出自高超手艺的精细而丑恶的产物，在奇珍异宝中，有如诗歌里的俚语俗话。狱中有不少的贝弗努托·切利尼①，正如文坛上有维庸②这一类人物。在狱中煎熬的人们渴望自由，便想尽方法，用一把木柄刀，或是一把破刀，有时全无工具，把一个苏剖成两个薄片，并在不损坏币面花纹的情况下，把这两个薄片挖空，再在边沿上刻一道螺旋纹，使这两个薄片能重行合拢，可以随意旋开合上，成为一个匣子。匣子里藏一条表的弹簧，这条表弹簧，在好好加工以后，能锯断粗链环和铁条。别人以为这苦役犯带着的只是一个苏，一点也不对，他带着的是自由。日后调查本案案情的警察在那穷窟窗子前面的破床下找到的正是这样一个分成两片的大个的苏。他们还找到一条蓝钢小锯，可以藏在那大个的苏里面。当时的情况很可能是这样：匪徒们搜查被绑人时，他把带在身上的这大个的苏捏在手里，随后，他有一只手松了绑，便把那个苏旋开，用那条锯子割断了身上的绳索，这正好说明马吕斯注意到的那种觉察不出来的动作和轻微的声音。 ②维庸（Villon，1431椩?463），法国诗人，一生好与盗匪为伍。 As he had not been able to bend down, for fear of betraying himself, he had not cut the bonds of his left leg. 当时他怕人发现，不便弯腰，因而左腿上的绑索未能割断。 The ruffians had recovered from their first surprise. 那些匪徒已从最初的惊讶中醒了过来。 "Be easy," said Bigrenaille to Thenardier. "He still holds by one leg, and he can't get away. I'll answer for that. I tied that paw for him." “不用慌，”比格纳耶对德纳第说，“他还有一条腿是绑着的，他没法逃走。我担保。是我把他那蹄子捆上的。” 
这时被绑人提高嗓子说： "You are wretches, but my life is not worth the trouble of defending it. When you think that you can make me speak, that you can make me write what I do not choose to write, that you can make me say what I do not choose to say--" “你们这些倒霉蛋，要知道，我的这条命是不值得怎么保护的。可是，你们如果认为有本领强迫我说话，强迫我写我不愿意写的什么，说我不愿意说的话……” He stripped up his left sleeve, and added:-- 他揎起左边衣袖，说道： "See here." “瞧。” At the same moment he extended his arm, and laid the glowing chisel which he held in his left hand by its wooden handle on his bare flesh. 同时他伸直左臂，右手捏住钝口凿的木柄，把白热的凿子压在赤裸裸的肉上。 
肉被烧得哧哧作响，穷窟里顿时散布开了行刑室里特有的臭味。马吕斯吓得心惊肉跳，两腿发软，匪徒们也人人战栗，而那奇怪的老人只是脸上微微有点紧蹙，当那块红铁向冒着烟的肉里沉下去时，他若无其事地，几乎是威风凛凛地，把他那双不含恨意的美目紧盯着德纳第，痛苦全消失在庄严肃穆的神态中了。 With grand and lofty natures, the revolts of the flesh and the senses when subjected to physical suffering cause the soul to spring forth, and make it appear on the brow, just as rebellions among the soldiery force the captain to show himself. "Wretches!" said he, "have no more fear of me than I have for you!" 在伟大崇高的性格里，躯壳和感官因肉体的痛苦而起的反抗能使灵魂显现于眉宇，正如士兵们的哗变迫使军官露面。“你们这些可怜虫，”他说，“不要以为我有什么比你们更可怕的地方。” And, tearing the chisel from the wound, he hurled it through the window, which had been left open; the horrible, glowing tool disappeared into the night, whirling as it flew, and fell far away on the snow. 说着，他把凿子从伤口里拔出来，向开着的窗子丢出去，那发红的骇人工具连翻几个筋斗，消失的黑夜中，远远地落在积雪里熄灭了。 The prisoner resumed:-- 那被绑人又说： "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. “你们要拿我怎么办就怎么办吧。”他已经放弃了自卫武器。 
“抓住他！”德纳第说。 Two of the ruffians laid their hands on his shoulder, and the masked man with the ventriloquist's voice took up his station in front of him, ready to smash his skull at the slightest movement. 两个匪徒把住了他的肩膀，那个戴着面具、用肚子说话的人，走过去立在他对面，举起那把钥匙，准备在他稍稍动一下的时候，便捶通他的脑门。 At the same time, Marius heard below him, at the base of the partition, but so near that he could not see who was speaking, this colloquy conducted in a low tone:-- 这时，马吕斯听到有人在他的下面，墙脚边，低声交谈，但因靠得太近，望不见说话的人，他们说的是： "There is only one thing left to do." “只有一个办法了。” "Cut his throat." “把他一劈两！” 
“对。” It was the husband and wife taking counsel together. 是那夫妇俩在商量。 Thenardier walked slowly towards the table, opened the drawer, and took out the knife. Marius fretted with the handle of his pistol. Unprecedented perplexity! For the last hour he had had two voices in his conscience, the one enjoining him to respect his father's testament, the other crying to him to rescue the prisoner. These two voices continued uninterruptedly that struggle which tormented him to agony. Up to that moment he had cherished a vague hope that he should find some means of reconciling these two duties, but nothing within the limits of possibility had presented itself. 德纳第慢腾腾地走到桌子眼前，抽开抽屉，拿出那把尖刀。马吕斯紧捏着手枪的圆柄，为难到了极点。两种声音在他心里已经搅了一个钟头了，一个教他尊重父亲的遗嘱，一个喊着要他救那被绑的人。这两种声音仍在无休无止地搏斗，使他濒于死亡。他一直在渺渺茫茫地希望能找到一条孝义两全的路，却始终没有发现这种可能性。但是危险已逼近，观望已超出最终的极限，德纳第手执尖刀，站在和被绑人相距几步的地方思忖。 crossed Marius' mind; this was the expedient of which he was in search, the solution of that frightful problem which was torturing him, of sparing the assassin and saving the victim.He knelt down on his commode, stretched out his arm, seized the sheet of paper, softly detached a bit of plaster from the wall, wrapped the paper round it, and tossed the whole through the crevice into the middle of the den. 一线光明穿过马吕斯的脑子，他有了一个主意，这正是他所寻求的方法，解决那个一直使他痛苦万分，既要撇开凶手，又要搭救受害人的难题的办法。他跪在抽斗柜上，伸出手臂，抓起那张纸，轻轻地从墙上剥下一块石灰，裹在纸里面，通过墙窟窿丢到了隔壁屋子中间。 It was high time. Thenardier had conquered his last fears or his last scruples, and was advancing on the prisoner. 正是时候。德纳第已克服他最后的恐惧或最后的顾虑，正走向那被绑人。 
“掉下了什么东西！”德纳第大娘喊道。 "What is it?" asked her husband. “什么？”她的丈夫问。 The woman darted forward and picked up the bit of plaster. She handed it to her husband. 那妇人向前抢上一步，把裹在纸里的石灰拾了起来。她把它递给丈夫。 "Where did this come from?" demanded Thenardier. “这是从什么地方来的？”德纳第问。 "Pardie!" ejaculated his wife, "where do you suppose it came from? Through the window, of course." “见鬼！”那妇人说，“你要它从什么地方来？是从窗口来的。” 
“我看见它飞进来的。”比格纳耶说。 Thenardier rapidly unfolded the paper and held it close to the candle. 德纳第连忙把纸打开，凑到蜡烛旁边去看。 "It's in Eponine's handwriting. The devil!" “这是爱潘妮的字。有鬼！” He made a sign to his wife, who hastily drew near, and showed her the line written on the sheet of paper, then he added in a subdued voice:-- 他向他女人做了个手势，她连忙上前，他把写在纸上的那行字指给她看，随即低声说： "Quick! The ladder! Let's leave the bacon in the mousetrap and decamp!" “快！准备软梯！让这块肥肉留在老鼠洞里，我们赶快逃！” 
“不捅这人的脖子了？”德纳第大娘问。 "We haven't the time." “来不及了。” "Through what?" resumed Bigrenaille. “从哪儿逃？”比格纳耶接着问。 "Through the window," replied Thenardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the stone through the window, it indicates that the house is not watched on that side." “从窗口，”德纳第回答。“潘妮既然能从窗口把这石子丢进来，说明房子的这面还没有被包围。” The mask with the ventriloquist's voice deposited his huge key on the floor, raised both arms in the air, and opened and clenched his fists, three times rapidly without uttering a word.This was the signal like the signal for clearing the decks for action on board ship.The ruffians who were holding the prisoner released him; in the twinkling of an eye the rope ladder was unrolled outside the window, and solidly fastened to the sill by the two iron hooks. The prisoner paid no attention to what was going on around him. He seemed to be dreaming or praying. 被绑人没有注意到他身旁发生的这些事，他好象是在沉思或祈祷。 As soon as the ladder was arranged, Thenardier cried: 软梯刚挂好，德纳第便喊道： "Come! the bourgeoise first!" “来！老板娘！” And he rushed headlong to the window. 他自己也冲向窗口。 
但是，正当他要跨过窗台，比格纳耶却狠命一把拖住他的衣领。 "Not much, come now, you old dog, after us!" “喂，客气点，老贼！让我们先走！” "After us!" yelled the ruffians. “让我们先走！”匪徒们一齐喊。 "You are children," said Thenardier, "we are losing time. The police are on our heels." “你们真是孩子，”德纳第说，“不要浪费时间。冤家已在我们脚跟后面了。” "Well, said the ruffians, "let's draw lots to see who shall go down first." “好吧，”一个匪徒说，“我们来抽签，看谁应当最先走。” 
德纳第吼道： "Are you mad! Are you crazy! What a pack of boobies! You want to waste time, do you? Draw lots, do you? By a wet finger, by a short straw! With written names! Thrown into a hat!--" “你们疯了！你们发痴了！你们这一堆傻瓜蛋！耽误时间，是吧？抽签，是吧？猜手指头！抽草梗儿！写上我们每个人的名字！放在帽子里！……” "Would you like my hat?" cried a voice on the threshold. “你们要不要我的帽子？”有人在房门口大声说。 All wheeled round. It was Javert. 大家回转头去看。是沙威。 He had his hat in his hand, and was holding it out to them with a smile. 他手里捏着他的帽子，微笑着把它伸向他们。 | 
