"Yes."
"Fasten the two ends together. We will throw the rope to him; he will attach it to the wall, and it will be long enough for him to come down."
Thénardier ventured to raise his voice,—
"I am wet through."
"We'll warm you."
"I cannot stir."
"You will slip down, and we will catch you."
"My hands are swollen."
"Only just fasten the rope to the wall."
"I can't."