Chapter 139: Chapter 139

I Which Treats of the Manner of Entering a Convent It was into this house that Jean Valjean had, as Fauchelevent expressed it, “fallen from the sky.” He had scaled the wall of the garden which formed the angle of the Rue Polonceau. That hymn of the angels which he had heard in the middle of the night, was the nuns chanting matins; that hall, of which he had caught a glimpse in the gloom, was the chapel. That phantom which he had seen stretched on the ground was the sister who was makin…