Jean Valjean felt like a man who is
just about to faint.
The bishop approached him, and said, in a
"Forget not, never forget that you have
promised me to use this silver to become an honest
Jean Valjean, who had no recollection of
this promise, stood confounded. The bishop had laid much
stress upon these words as he uttered them. He continued,
"Jean Valjean, my brother: you belong no
longer to evil, but to good. It is your soul that I am
buying for you. I withdraw it from dark thoughts and from
the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God!"
Did a voice whisper in his ear that he
had just passed through the decisive hour of his destiny,
that there was no longer a middle course for him? One thing
was certain, that he was no longer the same man, that all
was changed in him, that it was no longer in his power to
prevent the bishop from having talked to him and having
Jean Valjean wept long.