There was a sound on the door. It was the doctor who came in.

"Good morning and goodbye, doctor," said Valjean, "these are my poor children. Marius approached the doctor, and he said only two words to him: "Sir?" ......" but the look on his face was tantamount to asking a complete question.

The doctor replied by giving him an expressionful look.

"Because such things are unpleasant," Valjean said, "it is not an excuse for one's own injustice against God." “

Everyone was silent, and everyone's hearts felt heavy.

Valjean turned to Cosette and stared at her, as if to take her image to eternal life. He had sunk into the darkness, but he was still distracted when he looked at Cosette. This gentle countenance made his pale face glow, and the tomb had its brilliance.

The doctor checked his pulse.

"Ahh It turns out that what he lacks is you. He looked at Cosette and Marius and whispered.

So he leaned close to Marius's ear and whispered:

"It's too late."

Valjean looked at Cosette almost incessantly, quietly at Marius and the doctor. We hear the words that come out of his mouth: "It's one thing to die, it's terrible to not be able to live." “

Suddenly, he stood up, and this physical recovery was sometimes a dying struggle. He walked steadily to the wall, pushed away Marius and the doctor, who were to help him, removed the bronze cross that hung on the wall, and sat down as freely as if he were perfectly healthy, and he laid the cross on the table and cried out, "This is the great martyr." “

Then his chest sank and his head shook a little, as if the drunkenness of the tomb had taken possession of him, and the two hands on his lap began to pick at the cloth of his trousers with their fingernails.

Cosette put her arm on his shoulders and whimpered, trying to talk to him but couldn't. We heard her say with sorrowful saliva and tears in her eyes: "Father, don't leave us, how can I lose you just after I found you?" “

We can say that the dying struggle is like a snake, it goes and comes, it approaches the grave and then turns back to life, and there is a process of groping in the action of death.

Valjean, after being semi-unconscious, regained a little strength, shook his head as if to shake off the darkness, and then became almost fully conscious. He picked up a corner of Cosette's sleeve and kissed it.

"He's relieved! Doctor, he's relieved! Marius shouted.

"You two are well," said Valjean, "and I tell you what is causing me pain. What pains me is that, Mr. Peng Meixu, you refuse to use that money. Indeed, it belongs to your wife. I want to explain to you, my children, for this reason, that I am glad to see you. Black jade is a British product, and white jade is a Norwegian product. It's all written on this piece of paper, and you'll see it later. Regarding bracelets, I invented the idea that the metal buckle is not welded with solder, but the metal buckle is tightened, which is more beautiful and cheap. You know that you can make a lot of money in this way. Therefore, Cosette's property belonged to hers. I give you these details for your peace of mind. “

The doorkeeper came upstairs, and peered through the half-open door, and the doctor told her to go away, but could not stop the zealous woman from criing out to the dying man before she went away:

"Do you need a priest?"

"I've got one." Valjean replied.

Then he pointed his finger as if to a place above his head, as if he had seen a man.

Probably the bishop really came at this dying moment.

Cosette tucked a pillow into his waist lightly.

Valjean said:

"Mr. Peng Meixu, don't worry, I plead with you. The 600,000 francs belonged to Cosette. If you don't want to enjoy it, then I'm in vain! We have been very successful in making these glass ornaments. We compete with the so-called Berlin jewelry, but we can't compete with the German black glass. There were 1,200 well-polished beads for three francs. “

When a loved one is dying, our eyes are fixed on him and we want to keep him. The two of them were speechless in agony, not knowing what to say to the dying man, and they stood in front of him trembling in disappointment, Marius holding Cosette's hand.

Little by little, Valjean was declining, he was getting weaker and weaker, and he was approaching the edge of darkness. His breathing was intermittent; There was a rattling sound in his throat that interrupted his breath, his upper arms were hard to move, his feet were no longer moving, and when his limbs were out of order and his body was becoming more and more exhausted, the soul of * was rising and was already showing on his forehead. The light of the unknown world already appeared in his eyes.

His face faded, but he still had a smile, his life was over, and there was something else. His breathing was interrupted, his eyes were wide open, and people thought it was a corpse with wings.

He made a gesture for Cosette to approach, and for Marius to approach; It must have been the last minute of the last hour, and he spoke to them in a voice faintly sound that seemed to come from afar, and now it was as if a wall had separated him from them.