[The earth trembles beneath his weak legs, and he is glad for Takasugi’s support, without which he should have buckled like the very building that collapsed atop him.]
For my conscience compels me to do so.
[In every man made small by hatred, wretched by despair, warped by rage, he sees himself — for there he would have remained if not for God’s intervention through the hands of the bishop. That great debt he tries to repay in his every act.
That Takasugi is capable of reaching out his hand to help rather than hurt, Jean Valjean takes for proof that within the young man is something toward which to reach. He does not anticipate that this quality shall resurface so soon, but he knows that it exists, lurking beneath the murk.]
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For my conscience compels me to do so.
[In every man made small by hatred, wretched by despair, warped by rage, he sees himself — for there he would have remained if not for God’s intervention through the hands of the bishop. That great debt he tries to repay in his every act.
That Takasugi is capable of reaching out his hand to help rather than hurt, Jean Valjean takes for proof that within the young man is something toward which to reach. He does not anticipate that this quality shall resurface so soon, but he knows that it exists, lurking beneath the murk.]