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  A moment later he extinguished his light; it embarrassed him.
  lt seemed to him as though he might be seen.
  By whom?
  Alas!
  That on which he desired to close the door had already entered; that which he desired to blind was staring him in the face,-- his conscience.
  His conscience; that is to say, God.
  Nevertheless, he deluded himself at first; he had a feeling of security and of solitude; the bolt once drawn, he thought himself impregnable; the candle extinguished, he felt himself invisible.
  Then he took possession of himself:
  he set his elbows on the table, leaned his head on his hand, and began to meditate in the dark.
  "Where do I stand?
  Am not I dreaming?
  What have I heard?
  Is it really true that I have seen that Javert, and that he spoke to me in that manner?
  Who can that Champmathieu be?
  So he resembles me! Is it possible?
  When I reflect that yesterday I was so tranquil, and so far from suspecting anything!
  What was I doing yesterday at this hour?
  What is there in this incident?
  What will the end be? What is to be done?"
  This was the torment in which he found himself.
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