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out three francs。〃
Jondrette replied sweetly：
〃Have you your pocket…book with you？
I should be satisfied with a thousand crowns。〃
M。 Leblanc sprang up； placed his back against the wall； and cast a rapid glance around the room。
He had Jondrette on his left； on the side next the window； and the Jondrette woman and the four men on his right； on the side next the door。
The four men did not stir； and did not even seem to be looking on。
Jondrette had again begun to speak in a plaintive tone； with so vague an eye； and so lamentable an intonation； that M。 Leblanc might have supposed that what he had before him was a man who had simply gone mad with misery。
〃If you do not buy my picture； my dear benefactor；〃 said Jondrette； 〃I shall be left without resources； there will be nothing left for me but to throw myself into the river。
When I think that I wanted to have my two girls taught the middle…class paper…box trade； the making of boxes for New Year's gifts！
Well！
A table with a board at the end to keep the glasses from falling off is required； then a special stove is needed； a pot with three partments for the different degrees of strength of the paste； according as it is to be used for wood； paper； or stuff； a paring…knife to cut the cardboard； a mould to adjust it； a hammer to nail the steels； pincers； how the devil do I know what all？
And all that in order to earn four sous a day！
And you have to work fourteen hours a day！ And each box passes through the workwoman's hands thirteen times！ And you can't wet the paper！
And you mustn't spot anything！
And you must keep the paste hot。
The devil； I tell you！
Four sous a day！ How do you suppose a man is to live？〃
As he spoke； Jondrette did not look at M。 Leblanc； who was observing him。 M。 Leblanc's eye was fixed on Jondrette； and Jondrette's eye was fixed on the door。
Marius' eager attention was transferred from one to the other。 M。 Leblanc seemed to be asking himself：
〃Is this man an idiot？〃 Jondrette repeated two or three distinct times； with all manner of varying inflections of the whining and supplicating order： 〃There is nothing left for me but to throw myself into the river！ I went down three steps at the side of the bridge of Austerlitz the other day for that purpose。〃
All at once his dull eyes lighted up with a hideous flash； the little man drew himself up and became terrible； took a step toward M。 Leblanc and cried in a voice of thunder：
〃That has nothing to do with the question！
Do you know me？〃
BOOK EIGHTH。THE WICKED POOR MAN
CHAPTER XX （1）
THE TRAP
The door of the garret had just opened abruptly； and allowed a view of three men clad in blue linen blouses； and masked with masks of black paper。
The first was thin； and had a long； iron…tipped cudgel； the second； who was a sort of colossus； carried； by the middle of the handle； with the blade downward； a butcher's pole…axe for slaughtering cattle。
The third； a man with thick…set shoulders； not so slender as the first； held in his hand an enormous key stolen from the door of some prison。
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。
〃Is everything ready？〃 said Jondrette。
〃Yes；〃 replied the thin man。
〃Where is Montparnasse？〃
〃The young principal actor stopped to chat with your girl。〃
〃Which？〃
〃The eldest。〃
〃Is there a carriage at the door？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Is the team harnessed？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃With two good horses？〃
〃Excellent。〃
〃Is it waiting where I ordered？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Good；〃 said Jondrette。
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 bee a sort of athlete； and placed his robust fist on the back of his chair； with a formidable and surprising gesture。
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。
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。
Marius decided that in a few seconds more the moment for intervention would arrive； and he raised his right hand towards the ceiling； in the direction of the corridor； in readiness to discharge his pistol。
Jondrette having terminated his colloquy with the man with the cudgel； turned once more to M。 Leblanc； and repeated his question； acpanying it with that low； repressed； and terrible laugh which was peculiar to him：
〃So you do not recognize me？〃
M。 Leblanc looked him full in the face； and replied：
〃No。〃
Then Jondrette advanced to the table。
He leaned across the candle； crossing his arms； putting his angular and ferocious jaw close to M。 Leblanc's calm face； and advancing as far as possible without forcing M。 Leblanc to retreat； and； in this posture of a wild beast who is about to bite； he exclaimed：
〃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？〃
An almost imperceptible flush crossed M。 Leblanc's brow； and he replied with a voice which neither trem