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    [The crowd parts to reveal that the cart has crashed, trapping M. Fauchelevant.]

    Voices
    Look at that!
    Look at that!
    It's Monsieur Fauchelevant!
    Don't approach! Don't go near!
    At the risk of your life!
    He is caught by the wheel!
    Oh, the pitiful man.
    Stay away, turn away,
    There is nothing to do..
    There is nothing to do..

    Valjean
    Is there anyone here
    Who will rescue the man?
    Who will help me to shoulder
    The weight of the cart?

    Voices
    Don't go near him, Mr. Mayor
    The load is heavy as hell
    The old man's a goner for sure
    It'll kill you as well.

    [Valjean attempts to lift the cart. They manage to pull Fauchelevant clear.]

    Fauchelevant
    M'sieur le Mayor, I have no words
    You come from God, you are a saint.

    [Javert takes Valjean aside.]

    Javert
    Can this be true?
    I don't believe what I see!
    A man your age
    To be as strong as you are...
    A memory stirs..
    You make me think of a man
    From years ago
    A man who broke his parole
    He disappeared
    Forgive me, Sir,
    I would not dare!

    Valjean
    Say what you must, don't leave it there.

    Javert
    I have only known one other
    Who can do what you have done
    He's a convict from the chain gang
    He's been ten years on the run
    But he couldn't run forever
    We have found his hideaway
    And he's just been re-arrested
    And he comes to court today.
    Of course he now denies it
    You'd expect that of a con
    But he couldn't run forever,
    No, not even Jean Valjean!

    Valjean
    You say this man denies it all
    And gives no sign of understanding or repentance?
    You say this man is going to trial
    And that's he's sure to be returned
    To serve his sentence?
    Come to that, can you be sure,
    That I am not your man?

    Javert
    I have known the thief for ages
    Tracked him down through thick and thin
    And to make the matter certain
    There's the brand upon his skin
    He will bend, he will break
    This time there is no mistake.

    [Javert leaves, Valjean is alone.]