Hefumbledinhispocket，drewouthispurse，openedit，andtookoutasmallkey；heinsertedthekeyinalockwhoseaperturecouldhardlybeseen，sohiddenwasitinthemostsombretonesofthedesignwhichcoveredthewall—paper；asecretreceptacleopened，asortoffalsecupboardconstructedintheanglebetweenthewallandthechimney—piece；inthishiding—placethereweresomerags——
abluelinenblouse，anoldpairoftrousers，anoldknapsack，andahugethorncudgelshodwithironatbothends。ThosewhohadseenJeanValjeanattheepochwhenhepassedthroughD————
inOctober，1815，couldeasilyhaverecognizedallthepiecesofthismiserableoutfit。
Hehadpreservedthemashehadpreservedthesilvercandlesticks，inordertoremindhimselfcontinuallyofhisstarting—point，buthehadconcealedallthatcamefromthegalleys，andhehadallowedthecandlestickswhichcamefromtheBishoptobeseen。
Hecastafurtiveglancetowardsthedoor，asthoughhefearedthatitwouldopeninspiteoftheboltwhichfastenedit；then，withaquickandabruptmovement，hetookthewholeinhisarmsatonce，withoutbestowingsomuchasaglanceonthethingswhichhehadsoreligiouslyandsoperilouslypreservedforsomanyyears，andflungthemall，rags，cudgel，knapsack，intothefire。