He was being a thief once more； and the most odious of thieves！
He was robbing another of his existence； his life； his peace； his place in the sunshine。 He was being an assassin。
He was murdering； morally murdering； a wretched man。
He was inflicting on him that frightful living death； that death beneath the open sky； which is called the galleys。 On the other hand； to surrender himself to save that man； struck down with so melancholy an error； to resume his own name； to bee once more； out of duty； the convict Jean Valjean； that was； in truth； to achieve his resurrection； and to close forever that hell whence he had just emerged； to fall back there in appearance was to escape from it in reality。
This must be done！
He had done nothing if he did not do all this； his whole life was useless； all his penitence was wasted。
There was no longer any need of saying； 〃What is the use？〃
He felt that the Bishop was there； that the Bishop was present all the more because he was dead； that the Bishop was gazing fixedly at him； that henceforth Mayor Madeleine； with all his virtues； would be abominable to him； and that the convict Jean Valjean would be pure and admirable in his sight； that men beheld his mask； but that the Bishop saw his face； that men saw his life； but that the Bishop beheld his conscience。 So he must go to Arras； deliver the false Jean Valjean； and denounce the real one。
Alas！ that was the greatest of sacrifices； the most poignant of victories； the last step to take； but it must be done。 Sad fate！ he would enter into sanctity only in the eyes of God when he returned to infamy in the eyes of men。
〃Well； said he； 〃let us decide upon this； let us do our duty； let us save this man。〃
He uttered these words aloud； without perceiving that he was speaking aloud。
He took his books； verified them； and put them in order。 He flung in the fire a bundle of bills which he had against petty and embarrassed tradesmen。
He wrote and sealed a letter； and on the envelope it might have been read； had there been any one in his chamber at the moment； To Monsieur Laffitte； Banker； Rue d'Artois； Paris。
He drew from his secretary a pocket…book which contained several bank…notes and the passport of which he had made use that same year when he went to the elections。
Any one who had seen him during the execution of these various acts； into which there entered such grave thought； would have had no suspicion of what was going on within him。
Only occasionally did his lips move； at other times he raised his head and fixed his gaze upon some point of the wall； as though there existed at that point something which he wished to elucidate or interrogate。
When he had finished the letter to M。 Laffitte； he put it into his pocket； together with the pocket…book； and began his walk once more。
His revery had not swerved from its course。
He continued to see his duty clearly； written in luminous letters； which flamed before his eyes and changed its place as he altered the direction of his glance：
〃Go！
Tell your name！
Denounce yourself！〃
BOOK SEVENTH。THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR
CHAPTER III（2）
In the same way he beheld； as though they had passed before him in visible forms； the two ideas which had； up to that time； formed the double rule of his soul；the concealment of his name； the sanctification of his life。
For the first time they appeared to him as absolutely distinct； and he perceived the distance which separated them。
He recognized the fact that one of these ideas was； necessarily； good； while the other might bee bad； that the first was self…devotion； and that the other was personality； that the one said； my neighbor； and that the other said； myself； that one emanated from the light； and the other from darkness。
They were antagonistic。
He saw them in conflict。
In proportion as he meditated； they grew before the eyes of his spirit。 They had now attained colossal statures； and it seemed to him that he beheld within himself； in that infinity of which we were recently speaking； in the midst of the darkness and the lights； a goddess and a giant contending。
He was filled with terror； but it seemed to him that the good thought was getting the upper hand。
He felt that he was on the brink of the second decisive crisis of his conscience and of his destiny； that the Bishop had marked the first phase of his new life； and that Champmathieu marked the second。 After the grand crisis； the grand test。
But the fever； allayed for an instant； gradually resumed possession of him。
A thousand thoughts traversed his mind； but they continued to fortify him in his resolution。
One moment he said to himself that he was； perhaps； taking the matter too keenly； that； after all； this Champmathieu was not interesting； and that he had actually been guilty of theft。
He answered himself：
〃If this man has； indeed； stolen a few apples； that means a month in prison。
It is a long way from that to the galleys。 And who knows？
Did he steal？
Has it been proved？
The name of Jean Valjean overwhelms him； and seems to dispense with proofs。 Do not the attorneys for the Crown always proceed in this manner？ He is supposed to be a thief because he is known to be a convict。〃
In another instant the thought had occurred to him that； when he denounced himself； the heroism of his deed might； perhaps； be taken into consideration； and his honest life for the last seven years； and what he had done for the district； and that they would have mercy on him。
But this supposition vanished very quickly； and he smiled bitterly as he remembered that the theft of the forty sous from little Gervais put him in the position of a man guilty of a second offence after conviction； that this affair would certainly e up； and； according to the precise terms of the law； would render him liable to penal servitude for life。
He turned aside from all illusions； detached himself more and more from earth； and sought strength and consolation elsewhere。 He told himself that he must do his duty； that perhaps he should not be more unhappy after doing his duty than after having avoided it； that if he allowed things to take their own course； if he remained at M。 sur M。； his consideration； his good name； his good works； the deference and veneration paid to him； his charity； his wealth； his popularity； his virtue； would be seasoned with a crime。 And what would be the taste of all these holy things when bound up with this hideous thing？ while； if he acplished his sacrifice； a celestial idea would be mingled with the galleys； the post； the iron necklet； the green cap； unceasing toil； and pitiless shame。
At length he told himself that it must be so； that his destiny was thus allotted； that he had not authority to alter the arrangements made on high； that； in any case； he must make his choice：
virtue without and abomination within； or holiness within and infamy without。
The stirring up of these lugubrious ideas did not cause his courage to fail； but his brain grow weary。
He began to think of other things； of indifferent matters； in spite of h