(It goes without saying that the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève is an old street, and that the Rue d'Poste is not visited by a mail-coach in every decade.). Post Street was the residence of potters in the 13th century. Its real name was Crock Street. The moonlight was brightening the crossroads. Jean Valjean hid himself in a doorway, thinking that if the men had followed him, they would have passed through the moonlight, and he would not have lost sight of them. Sure enough, in less than three minutes, the men appeared again. There were four of them now, tall men in long brown coats and round-brimmed hats, with thick clubs in their hands. It was not only their tall stature and great fists that made people uneasy to see them, but also their strange and gloomy behavior in the dark, which looked like four ghosts turned into gentry. They walked to the middle of the crossroads, stopped, and gathered together, as if they were exchanging opinions. One of them, like their leader, turned his head and pointed with a firm right hand in the direction of Jean Valjean, while the other seemed to point in the opposite direction with an obstinate air. At the moment when he first turned his head, the moonlight shone on his face, and Jean Valjean saw clearly that it was Javert. ??w.xi?os?uotxt.??? Fortunately, the Austerlitz Bridge is being driven. Jean Valjean no longer doubted,Calacatta Quartz Slab, but fortunately the men were still hesitating, and he took advantage of their hesitation, which was a waste of time for them, and a gain of time for him. He came out of his hiding place, turned into the Rue de la Poste, and went towards the Botanic Gardens. Cosette began to feel tired. He held her on his arm. There were no pedestrians on the road, and the street lamps were not lit, because there was a moon. He walked forward in two steps. In a few moments he had reached the Gobley Pottery,Carrara Marble Slab, where the moonlight was making plain the lines of old-fashioned advertisements on the outer wall: The old family shop, Gobley, Pitcher and kettle, please come to buy. There are also flowerpots, tiles and bricks. Sell the red square by heart. Hearts and diamonds are the two suits on a card. He crossed the Rue des Keys, then the Fountain of Saint-Victor, and went down the road beside the Botanical Gardens to the edge of the river. When he got there, he looked back. The riverside is empty. The streets are empty. No one is coming. He took a breath. He reached the bridge of Austerlitz. At that time, you had to pay a bridge tax to cross the bridge. He went to the tax office and paid a sou. Two sous, "said the wounded soldier guarding the bridge," and you are holding a child who can walk by himself. You have to pay for two people. He paid as promised, and murmured to himself that it might be possible to find him crossing the bridge from here. A flight should always leave no trace. There happened to be a cart which, like him, was about to cross the bridge at that moment to the right bank of the Seine. This is to his advantage. He could pass by in the shadow of the cart. Near the middle of the bridge, Silver Travertine Slabs ,grey marble slab, Cosette's feet were numb, and she wanted to come down. He put her on the ground and took her hand. After crossing the bridge, he found some workshops in front of him, a little to the right, and he went there. Had to venture through a fairly wide clearing in the moonlight to get there. He did not hesitate. The men searching for him were evidently disoriented, and Jean Valjean thought he was out of danger. Chasing, though chasing, following, but not following. Between the two walled workshops, a small street appeared, which was the Rue de la Verde saint-antoine. The street was narrow and dark, as if it had been specially built for him. He looked back again before entering the street. From where he was, he could see the whole length of the bridge of Austerlitz. Four figures had just reached the bridge. The figures, with the botanical garden on their backs, were approaching the right bank. These four shadows are the four men. Jean Valjean's hair stood on end like the hair of a wild animal caught in a trap. He hoped against hope that the men who had led Cosette through the open space in the moonlight might not have been able to see him before they got on the bridge. In this case, go into the little street, and if he can reach the workshops, the depressions, the gardens, and the open fields, he will be saved. He felt as if he could entrust himself to that quiet little street. He walked in. Xiao _ Shuo txt Tian _ Tang Look at the map of Paris in 1727. After three hundred steps, he came to a fork in the road. Here the street divides into two, one to the left and one to the right. Jean Valjean had before him what seemed to be two crosses in the shape of a y. Which one is better to choose? He walked to the right without hesitation. Why? For the left goes to the outskirts of the city, that is to say, to the inhabited places, and the right goes to the country, that is to say, to the wilderness. But he did not walk as fast as he had done before. Cosette's footsteps held back Jean Valjean's. He picked her up again. Cosette rested her head on the old man's shoulder, and said nothing. He looked back from time to time. He kept his eyes on the dark side of the street. The street behind him is straight. He looked back two or three times, saw nothing, made no sound at all, and walked on, a little relieved. Suddenly, as he looked back, he thought he saw something moving in the distance, in the shadows, in the street he had just passed. Instead of walking, he ran forward now, hoping for a side alley through which he could escape and get out of danger again. He ran into a wall. The street which Jean Valjean was now taking led into a cross-street, and that was the enclosure of the cross-street. When you get there, you have to make up your mind to go right or left. He looked to the right. On both sides of the lane were buildings of open sheds and warehouses, which stretched out like a caecum and were impassable. You can clearly see the bottom of the lane, and there is a high pink wall. He looked to the left. The alley on this side is open, and, at a distance of about two hundred paces,Marble Granite Price, it connects with another street. This side is the way out. Jean Valjean was about to turn to the left, with the intention of fleeing to the street at the end of which he had a vague view, when he noticed a black figure standing still at the corner of the street at the entrance of which he was going. It was indeed a man who had just been sent to stand guard at the entrance of the lane and block the way. Jean Valjean drew back quickly. forustone.com