Je suis désole je n'ai pu faire que ça : I prefer Jean Valjean because he is atypical. It was difficult to meet a passerby of a more miserable appearance. He was a man of medium height, stocky and robust, in the prime of life. He could be forty-six or forty-eight years old. A cap with a folded leather visor hid part of his face, which was burned by the sun and tanned and dripping with sweat. His yellow coarse linen shirt, attached to the collar by a small silver anchor, showed his hairy chest; he had a twisted rope tie, blue, worn, shredded, white one-knee trousers, hole-to-length, an old ragged gray blouse, patched to one of the elbows of a piece of green cloth sewed with string, on the back a bag of soldier very full, well buckled and brand new, in the hand a huge knotty stick, feet without stockings in iron shoes, sheared head and long beard.
