Chapter 339: Chapter 339

X Return of the Son Who Was Prodigal of His Life At every jolt over the pavement, a drop of blood trickled from Marius’ hair. Night had fully closed in when the carriage arrived at No. 6, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. Javert was the first to alight; he made sure with one glance of the number on the carriage gate, and, raising the heavy knocker of beaten iron, embellished in the old style, with a male goat and a satyr confronting each other, he gave a violent peal. The gate opened a li…