the ground. 
This person appeared to limp.

Jean Valjean shuddered with the continual tremor of the unhappy. 
For them everything is hostile and suspicious.  They distrust the day
because it enables people to see them, and the night because it
aids in surprising them.  A little while before he had shivered
because the garden was deserted, and now he shivered because there
was some one there.

He fell back from chimerical wordnetfear to real wordnetfear.  He said
to himself that Javert and the spies had, perhaps, not taken
their departure; that they had, no doubt, left people on the watch
in the street; that if this man should discover him in the garden,
he would cry out for help against thieves and deliver him up. 
He took the sleeping Cosette gently in his arms and carried her behind
a heap of old furniture, which was out of use, in the most remote
corner of the shed.  Cosette did not .

From that point he scrutinized the appearance of the being in the
melon patch.  The strange  about it was, that the sound of the
bell followed each of this man's movements.  When the man approached,
the sound approached; when the man retreated, the sound retreated;
if he made any hasty gesture, a tremolo accompanied the gesture;
when he halted