“Gentlemen of the jury, order the prisoner to be released! Mr. Président, have me arrested. He is not the man whom you are in search of; it is I: I am Jean Valjean.”
Not a mouth breathed; the first commotion of astonishment had been followed by a silence like that of the grave; those within the hall experienced that sort of religious terror which seizes the masses when something grand has been done.
In the meantime, the face of the Président was stamped with sympathy and sadness; he had exchanged a rapid sign with the district-attorney and a few low-toned words with the assistant
judges; he addressed the public, and asked in accents which all understood:—
“Is there a physician present?”
Magnificent. You have read it perfectly. Now, what can you say about the situation.
This is the part when Jean Valjean decided to confess to the court that he is actually the man named, well, Jean Valjean. A man who broke his parole and disappeared for many years. And although he is a mayor of a town, he is still who he is. A man jailed for 19 years because he stole a loaf of bread for his dying sister’s child. He was actually in a dilemma wherein he has to decide to proclaim the truth or stay hidden behind the face of being a respected mayor. But, in this part, he decided to do the righteous thing.
Indeed ma'am, thank you.
Confess. He saved an innocent man from conviction. Everyone in the jury could not believe what he had said. The next thing that would happen is that he will choose to convince them that he is the criminal to let the truth out. Even if the law is unfair, justice must prevail
Very well said. Impressive. I see that you have read this part of the book.
You may proceed to your seat.
Gordoe seats next to Regina...
Now, class. He is a very good example of a proficient reader.