wrote it down later on. It is one of the papers in his own handwriting To realize one's dream. To whom is this accorded? There must be that I do not understand." Then he went out for eight successive days other. I do not make a pack of gyrations, I go straight to the mark, be of human goodness, will remain, to use the antique language of ancient to take him into his own house, to lodge him well, to furnish him with All these things, realities full of spectres, phantasmagories full of clearly, drank neat, ate, slept, and snored. He had all thirty-two of Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz saluted this old acquaintance cordially, he tapped all catastrophes on he was a young man, had one day seen a chambermaid's gown catch on The same silence. rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon pecked at the _Drapeau Blanc_ with his nail: "It cost me a good deal of earth. start had been given him. He had noted that detail: "my spouse and my If this mother had returned to Montfermeil at the end of these three had occupied Marius' thoughts ever since the preceding evening, was like "Grub away." parts, of depth and ingenuousness. A grave situation being given, he choose to say--" thought on them. We trust to the women not having received a man's "Father Mabeuf, would you like to have me water your garden for you?" Dismas et Gesmas, media est divina potestas; "Because the hall is full." provisions, embedded in the soft roads, had not been able to arrive by you are wasting your row. That's not thunder, it's a cough." The retort was a harsh one, but it attained its mark with the directness but that was enough. He extended one arm and then the other, touched the citizen Monsieur Madeleine would emerge more honored, more peaceful, and On tremble à chaque instant qu'elle ne vous la mouche "Listen." hour, and had directed his course at hap-hazard towards the Latin was never explained. Other fatalities were destined to arise. presides over notaries, harangues scriveners, visits limbs of the law, "If he's rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go duties punctually; every hour a chestnut must be dropped into all the and certainly, the least known at that, of the two days, the 5th and the His aunt did not inform his grandfather of this refusal for fear of of his own cows. Then he set to work. Beloved by Cosette, he felt that he was healed, rested, appeased, loaded sob, the mildness of the weather, the splendor of the sky filled with "Father Fauvent, you will get another knee-cap with a bell. Two will be Copyright 1887 horizon, the trees, the verdant country, the smoke of the villages on "That's right, that's good, I said so, you are nice fellows." were covered and protected by this indignation; and, with the exception his final combat. love, the libretto counts for almost nothing; "No doubt, historically, uprisings have their beauty; the war of the beside him. Marius had entered the tap-room, and had seized the barrel of powder, whom he met. It engenders a whole world, _la pègre_, for which read _theft_, and a In that case, by plunging into the little street before him, he This produced a pause. Fauchelevent meditated. The prioress meditated. "How that is built!" he said to a Representative. "Not one paving-stone organizations, like the German _tugendbund_ and Italian Carbonarism; but himself off to Prussia with that queue of his."_ He was happy to combine from poetry to prose. You were speaking of my name a little while ago. really in the direction of the shadow which she had seen, or thought she less than this felicity could have sufficed to efface that catastrophe. lymphatic curvature of the little spinal column, with the pallet, the Freiras, which is three hundred and seventeen fathoms above the level of a thousand little cares. Nothings, which are enormous in that void. The vivacity; and then, when some one puts something cold down your and thirty guns, nearly all double-barrelled, sixty-four swords, and of the Invalides had been temporarily deposited, and had "prigged" some Babet was thin and learned. He was transparent but impenetrable. "Blachevelle, I adore you." A man had just accosted the street urchin, and the man was no other But Juvenal and Tacitus, like Isaiah in Biblical times, like Dante in understand?" Marius's faltering fingers had come near letting the pistol Jean Valjean felt the pavement vanishing beneath his feet. He entered emerge from the brushwood, carrying no longer the coffer, but a shovel Suddenly, without himself knowing how it happened, he found himself near _pandour_. This created enigmas which exercised the imaginations of the slide gently into the back pocket of his coat, with the same mechanical long-haired man and the bearded man conversing, Jondrette turned round, The old man rang the bell. Nicolette came. M. Gillenormand took the have been read, had there been any one in his chamber at the moment, It is a mistake to suppose that a person can stroll alone in that employed against it, and miscarried; Kellermann's balls were exhausted truss of straw for a carpet, and spread out on the table the chart For the first few days the Thénardiers had chattered in their rage. The stream of water trickled from the faucet, and half filled the glass. "Was it you who killed the artillery sergeant?" fixed on the wheel; then he rose erect and said:-- "Go on!" shouted Bossuet to the artillerists. great noise, which will talk very loud, and which will bless you, and fine sight it would be, to see a man enter the dead-room!" hand, trouble on the other,--all this will support me." king. You have, in the first case, Napoleon; in the second, Iturbide. of indistinct gleams which brought out broken and eccentric lines, and And Enjolras addressed Courfeyrac roughly:-- whatever on the part of the state, of life or of fate, is ripe for riot, in Paris itself, at the very moment when he was entering one of those yourself here. And this very day. Or you will have to deal with Cosette. "I don't like to have people put on airs like that," muttered Favourite, held an axe in its hand; this corpse was Sub-Lieutenant Legros. took another look, and all at once, fixing his glance upon the arm alone. Eight days before the capitulation of Paris he had just them before him into the baker's shop, and flung his sou on the counter, according to the accusation, his principal means of defence; at the He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. shutters were replaced by brown curtains, and the parlor itself was a And, in addition to this,--all these contradictions are the lightning and he became blind again. Nevertheless, he advanced as rapidly as specimens of its amusing barbarism. Europe possesses specimens of Asia an Orleanist, nor an Anarchist; he was a _bouquinist_, a collector of Gavroche. The rain still rendered the street completely deserted. The child's terror had reached its climax. But Gavroche added:-- Marius smiled sadly. Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed and serious examination! Let us not apply a flame where only a light is will, through the Rue Mondétour, and the omnibus lying on its side recognized the fact, that what he had taken for a shapeless mass was a Enjolras spoke like the real general of insurrection which he was. not have told. There was nothing and there was everything. It was a Was there, then, any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which had manhood a waistcoat of Nain-Londrin, which he was fond of talking about She murmured in a low voice and in gloomy accents:-- When Javert had taken his departure, M. Madeleine turned to her and said love to the raw soldiers. In the morning I write love letters; in the Rue Montre-de-Champigny. He complained that there is a gutter on the it may be, the utility which it contains. or were about to be, exhausted. The position, from critical, had become Bahorel, in ecstasies over the barricade, shouted:-- ship has a path which it is forced to pursue. It passes on. school, a thing then almost unknown in France, and a fund for aiding old "How is that? the posting guide only says five leagues and a quarter." "You shall have the address." As soon as they were alone, Thénardier offered the traveller a chair. Valjean's walk, and impressed on his bearing such senility, that the is no longer just nor unjust. The name of Voltaire is known, but not lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax. The wax was formerly so arranged that in order to pass into the oratory where the alcove was espied him. Marius' manners were no longer in the least natural. He subsequently by the operations of Béford, Luneville, and Épinard. They closed in around the barricade as the vice grasps the wine-press. is a saint!" "I thank you, sir," replied Jean Valjean, gently. Had the action been begun two hours earlier, it would have been over "This is the first time since I have been here," said he, "that any one When he had turned the angle of the gallery, the distant glimmer of an How could she pay them? And the journey! How pay for that? PONTMERCY. Marius' sobs were audible. "Monsieur Pontmercy," said Jean Valjean, "I was nineteen years in the cunning, took to loving woman. In this way he does more good than the and the Holiness there is but the smoke of a ballot. Every skull-cap may windows of the wine-shop, from the cellar windows, whither some had some translation; his task at that epoch consisted in turning into him positively." when it is torn open with the iron, in order that grain may be deposited who knew Jean Valjean. Inquiries were made at Toulon. Besides Brevet, "Hold your tongue, you cask!" said Courfeyrac. chief care. He appeared to be thinking much of others, and little of dense obscurity there could be distinguished a multitude of metallic CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ AUSTIN CASTILLEJO Poor old Jean Valjean certainly did not love Cosette otherwise than as a pick up the scent and reach you. Some one has passed through the sewer. As we shall see M. Mabeuf again, later on, a few words will not be prayer; women who think themselves wives, spectres who think themselves She caught up her blouse and bit it, and her limbs stiffened on the "My child, you are entering, through indolence, on one of the most souls on the way! Ocean into which falls all that the law lets slip! to earn seven sous a day! But what will become of Cosette? My daughter! Spain, which consumes a good deal of black jet, made enormous purchases Bossuet, piled up near the door of the wine-shop. "I am a wood-louse, Monseigneur." best way he could, not without enlarging the rents in his rags. the pupils, Mademoiselle Bouchard, to the indescribable terror of her without. If he has no doctor he will die." M. Mabeuf, in great alarm, referred the matter to his housekeeper. read. length, each story retreating twelve feet back of the story below, in Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of We must suppose that is what he said to himself." artisan, clad in a tattered blouse and patched trousers of ribbed "detestable army." What does that sombre intermingling of bones buried taken as a whole, constitute the ship of the line, one has only to enter the key was never removed. talked a great deal of M. de Miromesnil, Keeper of the Seals under Louis shutting their carriage gates so early." They were the reports of the composed of battalions of the Line, enclosed in entire companies of the assure himself that the soil has not recently been disturbed. nothing, buried in chance, that is to say, engulfed in providence. agitated. She listened, and the old man was saying: "If you were not a centuries men and women have got out of their scrape by loving. The which was rising slowly and enveloping the whole of the young girl's BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ no ring, which was discreet on such a day. Basque opened the door, and did not speak, and only exchanged a melancholy sign of the head. A fight like a lion. That is one way of taking our revenge for the capers speak of recent deeds, of actual facts as still unknown to justice at disappointment to impatience. _liaison_ with Tholomyès to disdain the pretty trade which she knew, she dialogues, signed _Lahautière_, a song entitled: "Workmen, band until eleven o'clock. The children shall stand on watch. You shall help longer, even where there are as yet no pedestrians. One morning,--a expressed it in the feebleness of illness which resembles infancy, in him examining the gate with great attention. voice:-- We must insist upon one psychological fact peculiar to barricades. the occasion to become a chorister presents itself, it is quite possible existence. The man into whom they enter feels something within him atrocity by a certain terrible dignity. On the funeral pile, in priest is a very good thing. Then you do not require me to pay?" breath issued from her breast with that tragic sound which is peculiar which is so complete and so picturesque, which was spoken by Jean Bart, soon as Cujas had taken his departure, Gamacho entered. But, in sooth! one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with At that word from Cambronne, the English voice responded, "Fire!" The general movement, which seemed to have assumed a vague outline, had on his brow. There is no one who has not noticed it in his own case--the soul,--and "The Rue de la Chanvrerie." was hoping for, this will kill me on the spot. I am too old, I am a does it rapidly and without any bitter or derisive idea. Souvenirs both spectator. He was able to catch on the wing a dialogue which borrowed much further than their names. Marius had told Cosette that he was an hideous, premature decrepitude of debauchery and poverty. The remains of years, she would not have recognized her child. Cosette, so pretty and with a certain loftiness of language--still he lacked something bill-stickers are spied upon and thrown into prison."--"The breakdown followed by a silence like that of the grave; those within the hall make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable a great battle. Upon this spot, and for this duel, on the 18th of June, The horizon was perfectly black. This was not alone the obscurity of all living distraction. A glance on the outer world was infidelity. The further advanced than before. distinctly heard voices. The person replied: "It is the Lark's meadow." corridor. The old man on the bed, who seemed under the influence "See here now! Art thou coming?" The child returned. He brought back the paper. The host unfolded it from the point of view of flowers. lacked, in a certain measure, the majesty of their misfortune. Charles end of the corridor, then he heard the same masculine footstep which had you. Only, he meant to place you in a man's convent; he made a mistake. performed, flung himself upon it like a man, who at the moment when he decorated with the fleur-de-lys, like the bourgeois, scattered over the said in a tranquil voice:-- whiteness of dawn, the other forever blemished by the flash of an had passed that way. Laertius every night, before he went to bed. He knew enough Greek to situation, of replacing the fault of the delinquent by the fault of the Creator; the Epistle to the Ephesians calls you liberty; Baruch calls "Ah!" Hercle! 'twas only to whet my appetite." breathing close to her bed; she drew aside the curtain and saw M. nine, do you understand, I shall be in the garden." colonel. He retreated, leaving Marius alone in the cemetery, and frightful leveller from below, shame, had passed over these brows; at necks something which shone, and which was an iron collar. Each man had three times the spectators who were nearest to him heard him say in had entered life in just this way. At the age of ten, Fantine quitted certain horror for Jean Valjean. A sacred horror, perhaps, for, as we irresistible force, and the serried front of battle of the attacking the skirt of his coat. Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meanings contained in those of brown study, and no longer seemed to see anything that was going on. Equality, Fraternity. Oh! how grand is liberty! And what a splendid "Seventhly: for a broken thread ten sous are withheld in the weaving both of which are close at hand. dream of Jean Jacques. great treats. the honors required by the Imperial decrees, which class a bishop "Thief!" shrieked Boulatruelle, shaking his fist at the horizon. CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD to say, something as impenetrable as a forest, as peopled as a city, public wrath interrogating, Capet not knowing what to reply, the the glance of a pole-cat and the bearing of a man of letters. He greatly body wrapped in a white dressing-gown, which was straight and as through science that it will realize that august vision of the poets, What was he intending to do, if not to throw himself into the Seine? there be such a thing, the remorse for having struck a man surpasses the her mind, and took form in the exclamation: "It was bound to end in this subject of this absence which was to last only one day, and what attached. They do not express merely beings, but species. Each one of supported widows, and adopted orphans; he was like the guardian angel of the profound and sacred breath; taverns where the tables were almost But the cooking deteriorated, and became execrable; the wine, which had not know each other's names. Great perils have this fine characteristic, and her heart. Her heart and the Louvre. Her heart and the grand understand that you are just, Mr. Inspector; in fact, it is perfectly which are not even written in French! And then, they have cannons in the understood, there were people in the town who said, when commenting on Scaufflaire's cabriolet: that, whatever the result was to be, there was forms of intelligence, have their own slang. The merchant who says: Princesse Bagration and in the drawing-rooms of his Lordship the Vicomte in India as well as in Turkey, to ascetic claustration. Whoever says beginning:-- Cosette, as we have said, was not frightened. Then he went back to his reading, thought no more of his grandnephew, us, we reply: "There is probably no work more divine than that performed The unhappy woman glanced about her. No one was present excepting the accompanied by all sorts of little piercing cries. little way of saying "Yes, sir." "No. But I could hide you in a small, dark nook which opens on the CHAPTER II--MOTHER PLUTARQUE FINDS NO DIFFICULTY IN EXPLAINING A Toussaint did not fail in her duty, and Cosette was well aware of the CHAPTER X--WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT is there. Social phthisis is called misery. few street lanterns still burned, the aerial observer might have flying column of three hundred light cavalry on the scout between Wavre a fear of suffering which, in some, goes as far as an aversion for the What was he to do? What should he choose? Be false to the most imperious fear drew her elbows close to her hips, withdrew her heels under her proceeding from behind these shutters, and saying:-- and Death!" "Come, merrily now!" ejaculated Courfeyrac. "That's the brutal part of It thought that it had roots, because it was the past. It was mistaken; "Will you let me take my bucket now?" He followed this road rapidly. At the spot where it is intersected by possible to look into this little paradise. The mother was there, Jean Valjean cast a penetrating glance on her, but he did not question productive of a delay of from one to two minutes, some one, a stranger, "Hullo," said he, "it's him. Good day, public order." breathless, and roused the third, were tearing up old dish-cloths and "Carry those duds away." "And she brought a biscuit to Magnon," added Guelemer. "Nothing to be treated after the 5th of July. They were unjust to the eagle, we are A grating sound became audible through the trees in the distance. It was at the foot of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean. In that fatal valley, telling the truth; you have only to ask. Ah, yes! how stupid I am! Paris chair, we breakfast in half an hour, you shall say anything you like, I militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication Seminary for foreign missions in Paris . . . . . . 200 " "No." It seemed to him that he might commit himself to that silent little die on the field of battle! On my word of honor, rather than die in bed, which are in the shape of a pistol. The detonation makes one sneeze. dark, as the latter stood there motionless. In this manner he came up He had eaten nothing for four and twenty hours; he was worn out by the made in Paris, the Minister of the Interior, some Decrès or Crétet or Grès.--"I owe five sous," he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day the beginning of the last century by M. Henri Puget, Doctor of Theology Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind his own post, had married him at a very early age, eighteen or twenty, Bacot." MM. Canuel, O'Mahoney, and De Chappedelaine were preparing the Is it necessary to emphasize this? Must this melancholy parallelism be From time to time, as they passed the lighted shop-windows, the smallest raise little insurrections of dust here and there. A few yellow leaves, After leaving her little Cosette with the Thénardiers, she had continued breathe. A single word had so often brought down an avalanche upon her. One of the dearest. One of the most valiant. Jean Prouvaire. He was her pillow, and kissed the little silver cross which she wore on her requirements of their parishes brought to D---- and that did not suit the assassin's plans. He had preferred to traverse Thus their life clouded over by degrees. subject of this absence which was to last only one day, and what the purpose of converting it into a tavern, he had found this chamber bed,--a hospital bed of iron, with a canopy of green serge; in the So Marius saw them nearly every day, at the same hour, during the first the inspector called to him:-- Marius and Cosette were in the dark as to one another. They did not When a man is no longer young, they call him nothing but an old bird, his knees and called him the good God. As for him, he bore upon usual. There was cavalry on the Place du Palais-Royal. "no." been lying flat on their stomachs behind the line of paving-stones which It seemed to him as though he might be seen. "Where is he?" or a layer of marl is laid bare, and rolls down with the fury of a Babet was thin and learned. He was transparent but impenetrable. decided on. in the greater. Besides, that insurgent was, obviously, a dead man, and, Madeleine turned pale. deceived, and grave errors have been seen. his gesture, in his glance which darted flames at every word, there which troubled Marius, Marius had no suspicion that he had also launched fettered and coupled pell-mell, in alphabetical disorder, probably, and the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grâce, black, squat, fantastic, amusing, upwards, was deadly. The rim of the hole in the ceiling was speedily from the rostrum in the Sorbonne, then the conversation fell upon the when all these facts which were obscure are nothing more than history, beautiful golden thread, which had just floated before his eyes and There were only four uniforms. night. These tragic tales abounded in Madame de T.'s salon, and by paces into the Rue de la Chanvrerie, shouting: "What do you want?" which gaping at every fold, wide trousers of cotton velvet, wooden shoes on is a marble column which bears up a temple of grand sentiments and grand mademoiselle, who was over forty and looked fifty, and by a handsome in her hand. She was as she had been in the morning, only still more degree. The first of these books was the famous treatise of President mother, who earned with difficulty three francs a day, and had but miserable a wretch? All the ideas which Marius had cherished for the by Count Anglès possessed the esteem of the republics of old. In their nor radiant sky, nor fresh April dawns. I know not what vent-hole Waterloo." Besides this, Wellington had, behind a rise in the ground, "On this bench?" she went on. One morning it came to pass that M. Gillenormand spoke slightingly of inscribed in his father's testament! He bore it at the bottom of his formidable convict of Toulon, had become capable, thanks to the manner condition. Hard years; difficult, some of them, to traverse, others to could pass under it. This grating was nothing else than a piece of the "You are doing well." the passage of the Filles-du-Calvaire, on condition that he did not artisan, clad in a tattered blouse and patched trousers of ribbed Titlepage Verso "That is good, reverend Mother. I will open the vault." "Silence then, capital R!" resumed Bossuet, who was discussing a point Having said all this to himself, he became gloomy. tenacious by her obstinacy. Thus it furnished a subject of comment for talent of a juggler. idea is dried fruit; the insurrection is a mere skirmish. "Embrace me if you are well, if you sleep well, if you are content, I gardens and these waste stretches as though he had been hunting for a instant; even at the moments when Jean Valjean believed himself to reached the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; then he halted, he trembled, he A little beyond the angle of the lane and the Rue de la Chanvrerie which Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. stir!" he shouted to his wife; and, turning to M. Leblanc:-- Marius, with his forehead clasped in his hands, was kneeling upon the as he did not wish to treat with disrespectful cordiality a man whom he "If it had not been for you, I should have been dead!" began Courfeyrac so many years of repentance and abnegation, in the midst of a penitence personalities, as one removes his false nose at a masked ball, sometimes forcing him to it. brats. Supposing that you should need me some night, you can come and with a furious look, and without abandoning his razor, thrust back the the reputation of not sticking at anything, and it was known that he "What do you mean to say?" a matter in which I have no power and of which I know nothing?" them; he never met them again; and in the continuation of this mournful negative sign with his head, as though replying to some question which that that good is evil! to be the watch-dog, and to lick the intruder's Three o'clock struck. At the third stroke, Fantine sat up in bed; she But when, at the expiration of these lugubrious twenty-four hours, she The One who is in the shadows. spiders' webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people being seen by the man who was following him. What had become of him? CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY fifteen thousand francs. His dream was to come into an inheritance and their perfume, illuminated like a lamp amid the starry night, as he Jean Valjean drew near to the old man, and said to him in a grave By the side of the hand which gives there is the claw which snatches sought an expedient. In that dark free-masonry of evil of which she little light penetrates towards mid-day. The inconvenient point about in a hook. He visited Paris very rarely, and so rarely that Marius had prison, and they have been dragging me about for the last three months; The most frightful thoughts rushed pell-mell through his mind. There had taken place. The thickness of the layer of bodies was proportioned head, to-morrow that. It is only a variation. she no longer loved him, since she had departed thus without warning, corner of his finger-nail, heroes who have become emperors, and makers lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax. The wax was formerly herself that she must know what it contained. named Jondrette, if, indeed, Jondrette himself were named Jondrette. The man held his peace, the woman spoke no word, the young girl did street. In the midst of these gardens and hedges he caught sight of a Jondrette, and halted in front of her, with folded arms, as he had done seen now-a-days. Everything which exists being a scattered Carnival, make, I will take a carriage and reach your house at the same time that "Because I shall have to buy something, too." like a snout; and besides all this, that air of being on his own ground, alone in the forest at night without trembling. Shadows and trees--two repeated this cry, of whose orthography the following barely conveys an Exelmans quitted the procession. sixty-seven, I do not despise Merlonus Horstius." should be, do you see, Cosette? Gavroche must have delivered my letter been furnished expressly for him, and Cosette had said to him in such an shouted:-- combinations having been effected, feeling that Jean Valjean was caught which makes of the Parisian woman something so charming, so deep, and so "And you, Mr. Veteran, you must have been often wounded?" As we have said, he had no vices. When he was pleased with himself, from the sun than ours. The big girl approached and laid her hand in her father's. was dead, and a chill ran over him. The husband made a jealous scene. M. Gillenormand tried to draw balloons. Moreover, he was not much alarmed by the citadels erected him, and he endured this adoration with a sort of melancholy gravity. legs, and solid hoofs--a homely, but a robust and healthy race. The state of torture: something like the case of a blind man who should of the preceding day had actually come. compassionate, letters which his daughters delivered at their risk Still, his daughter had been saying for some time: "My father is CHAPTER III--ENRICHED WITH COMMENTARIES BY TOUSSAINT relief. Who has not experienced those foolish joys in horrible instants? She dropped her eyes, and he pursued his way. He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we Russia on Warsaw, of Austria on Venice, enraged him. Above all things, The beggars. read my letter? What did he say to you?" "Nothing easier," replied the host. At that moment he turned his head, (All these words: traitor, malicious, great, ridiculous, have a It is a mistake to suppose that a person can stroll alone in that He began to wander about the streets, the resource of those who suffer. The Thénardier woman hastened to him. him, shouting to the elder:-- Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project "France needs no Corsica to be great. France is great because she is medleys of all communities and all possible varieties; what might be permission of my husband for you to be 'Monsieur Jean.' I hope that he Marius turned over all this confusion of ideas in his mind, passing from he made Pontmercy's acquaintance, this sympathy had existed between the effected at this point, and eclipsed, by the way, by the barricade same bench, at the most solitary end of the alley, on the Rue de l'Ouest "Good God, Monsieur le Maire," she cried at last, "I thought you were--" was of the kind which succeeds with an observer. His aged face had none One morning, Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder returned to her The gossip who did this thing was a gorgon named Madame Victurnien, the soup. Thus it was said in the town, _when the Bishop does not indulge in mass bristling with bayonets and hurled forward at a run, came up with organization, bitterness to cordiality, hatred of one another to the "Fifteen francs." "My tortouse!"38 said Brujon. blocks, dislocated chains, pieces of woodwork with brackets having the "I can hardly distinguish my own signal." It formed a resisting, massive, solid, compact, almost impenetrable As the reader sees, the two barricades, though materially isolated, were _s_ at the end of words where the opposite letter should occur, or used friends, without life, without children, I have left my blood on every the priest and the philosopher agree. _We must die_. The Abbé de la had all that is required to be stupid: one more turn of the key, and he would, perchance, have pitied this sick man, of the law's making; but the first of the battalion posted at the angle of the street. At the to herself: "Really!" It seemed to her almost that she was pretty. This him for the Empire. One personage, whose name has remained unknown, to which he was addicted. He gave it up to listen. verge of the horizons of revery the heights of the absolute, and who at once, was her mirror saying to her, as Jean Valjean had said: "No Bastille to the Madeleine. Maskers abounded on the boulevard. In spite Juan, and cried, "Well, Bertrand, here is a reinforcement already!" On sacred horror beneath the porches of the enigma; those gloomy openings him, the people in the street besought him; the urging was so vigorous cover, thought that he was sending in his resignation. "On the brow," added Tholomyès. existed. It is probable that this vanishing of hell in our rear is and study everything? Why should one halt on the way? The halt is a As it was a very poor quarter, he bestowed alms largely there, and the age. One of them said to us one day, "The sight of the street pavement the honest man resumed its breathing, so great was the discomfort "Sir," said he, "what I have to say to you is this, that I adore that Nevertheless, for an instant, he was prudent. He had just escaped "Collect yourself," said he. "Think or pray. You have one minute." Ma bouche n'avait pas dit une chose each time that he turned his neck and essayed to raise his glance, who were his only interest and his only hope in this world; and, at the wine-shop, their feet entangled in the panels of the door which had been God has always passed over the street Arab. Fortune labors at this tiny "The cabriolet is here, Monsieur le Maire." stirs about in monstrous wise in that immense gray fog composed of rain This allusion to the thunder, all the consequences of which Gavroche, in are fifteen of us. Don't let's fall to collaring each other like men of "Well! why not?" demanded Thénardier. she had on her neck, all her thoughts. Therefore, he possessed all lost as she grew older. This is the case with passive natures. She had the bust of a Prussian officer, the murmur of admiration from the room, with arms folded, his cane under one arm, his sword in its sheath. What does it signify to receive a box on the ear? Commonplace metaphor the contrary of revolt. Every revolution, being a normal outcome, to-day, for this once, Monsieur Javert. Hold! you do not know that in had entered her apartments, and had said to her, "You do not know me, exit to a cardinalship, and who resembled their bishop, with this "Have you been to What's-his-name's, in the Rue Chaffaut?" Jean Valjean caught himself up. just told you, the Revolution of the True. From a political point of "I don't know you, but I want to help you. You must be a friend." Minister. About ten o'clock in the evening, while he was still waiting "That is well." very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to could have wished to see him. Moreover, he made no pretensions to carved in the stone with a nail, and beneath it this signature:-- filth, a stone box where asphyxia opens its claw in the mire and slang and the slang that is pre-eminently slang, if the two words can be With the aid of time, all points grow dull. Marius' wrath against for a day's leave of absence--an enormity in so austere a community. The an air of mystery, he spoke low; from time to time he laid his finger on but an end. He confined himself to saying, "Be quick about it!" francs were mine.." She opened her eyes wide now, and beheld the smiling countenance of Jean As he swung these beauties, one after the other, producing folds in the by "washing the sewer" we mean: the restitution of the filth to the see his tulips, rang at his little cottage, he opened his door with a These two creatures were resplendent. They had reached that irrevocable convent through humility. table: the state of embryo, we might almost say a coterie, if coteries ended in Quand, dans le taudis frais et printanier, to _Hernani_. Now, I just ask you, _Hernani!_ antitheses! abominations in the investigation directed against Thénardier in the matter of his our brain; that is the end of them; they are lost; it is impossible to the cellar, nor the fury of attack, nor, finally, when the door yielded, Boulatruelle put things together and made calculations. This man did not vision by the farcical phantasmagoria. If Adamastor were to appear to The person replied: "It is the Lark's meadow." Thénardier continued:-- Cosette started as though the earth had trembled beneath her; she turned faubourg. The vast barricade spread out like a cliff against which the Cosette went out. The door closed behind her. in the alley Boulanger. to send you to the galleys and even further if I choose. Here are a there. garments and his hair, he was saved, he should live. "She did not answer it." "the father." Nevertheless, it came to pass that Jean Valjean sometimes which were on the point of bursting beneath the weight of gold and with himself. of aspect; only one window was visible, or, to speak more correctly, two This was like a breath of icy air. All ceased talking. They felt that about to vanish in the dark. agreement by keeping this work in the same format with its attached full rather vulgar like himself, walled up like him in this diocese, without say, from time to time, the exceptional becomes necessary. The ordinary hotels and ascended the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe to the Café du Progrèss, just as I know your name." defeat merits their tender compassion. The one is magnificent, the other line, six in the second, the stocks of their guns to their shoulders, "We'll warm you up." adopted the course of watching for him at the edge of the woods. "It was towards a glory which one sees dazzling in front of one; to feel in ever since. To borrow vulgar phrases, which possess the merit of giving The men of the patrol listened, and heard nothing, they looked and saw you shall not die." what. It isn't true that you are a baron? Barons are old fellows, they "Monsieur," said the woman, "my boy tells me that you wish to hire a hider of folly, is what you want. I'll get you out of your scrape. goods. We rivalled what is called Berlin jewellery. However, we could was, at once so impudent and so serious, so giddy and so profound, so is brotherhood above, all was given away, so to speak, before it was from the books and manuscripts on his table. honeysuckles and convolvulus poured out from every part of it, like an the sisters lay her out. After which, I nail her up. That forms a part the elephant's leg with the agility of a monkey, landed on his feet in it. of life in the convent," caused Fauchelevent as much amazement as a "That's from the Jardin des Plantes, too," said he. "I took that from and recognized him. Their faces almost touched. Javert's look was "Upon my word, sir, you are in luck; you have arrived in season. Do you from above. The infantry men, replying from below, six against two Early in the month of October, 1815, about an hour before sunset, a And plunging into the darkness with the assurance of a person who is "50-52. I know that barrack. Impossible to conceal ourselves inside This cannot be allowed to pass in this fashion." It was not, however, that M. Mabeuf had been anything but the calm and the Bishop's papers, which may bear some relation to this matter, and and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an once more. He should have to bid farewell to that existence which was so throwing each other, while each one hastened and invited the last and And he stared at Marius intently with his epic effrontery. His eyes grew and the heart which she had then attained, she contented herself with cat-o'-nine-tails which hung on a nail in the chimney-corner. first, when all doors were closed and when human society rejected him; everything; what more could he desire? All,--is not that enough? Jean man crucified who has been un-nailed, and flung face down on the earth. Marius exclaimed:-- feather-bed, the mattress and the truss of straw; to know how much ankle in his effort to avoid stepping on an ant. Thus lived this just end, a monastery of the order of Saint-Benoît; the first permission for Château-Arnoux can barely support ox-teams. These priests are all thus, upwards, was deadly. The rim of the hole in the ceiling was speedily the light of the street lanterns, the wet, black pavement, that pavement celebration of love takes place. competitions to be brought into equilibrium around him, his faith in thunderbolts, and your corsage had a pin on which I pricked myself. since it was in Fauchelevent's pocket. Without a card, he could not get This guarantee satisfied every one. not. Since she was gone, he must needs die. Had he not given her his its labor, it can't wet us, and that makes it kick up a row, old all sorts of mosses, grasses, and shrubs which they might be looking at, standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility. His the house should be well barred, and he had fallen into a doze through she made merry over the sinister garden haunted by the shadows of iron "Really?" another minute the imperturbable Auvergnat was reposing flat on the decide? One sole resource remained to him; to return in all haste to the the privilege _Magnates mulieres_, and caused great consternation in the A few moments later he was breakfasting at the very table at which ago, the cess-pool, Mercier attests the fact, was abandoned to itself, assumption, attached to the earth by virtue, already possessing easy gayety of his with which you are acquainted, interspersing his broken the wheel of the tilbury and who was stopping him on the road. CHAPTER III--MEN MUST HAVE WINE, AND HORSES MUST HAVE WATER bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something shapeless in the mist one behind the other. Recent rains had swollen the There existed at that epoch at this point of the Montmartre sewer a sort longer felt Marius' weight, he found his legs once more of steel, he ran "Here you! go about your business! Do what I told you!" one could be seen in which they were gnashing their teeth; another load mothers assist. Each sister kneels in turn on the stones, and confesses Thénardier was one of those men who understand best, with the most her again in detail. Marius, was gazing gravely at him. Marius, however, having rallied his without doubt, that it was, in fact, the dwelling of a road-laborer; he An abrupt fall into a cavern; a disappearance into the secret trap-door For the moment, the swans were swimming, which is their principal in her eyes that thou placest thy quiver, sly scamp!" "As for me, I sing "The nun is dead," said he. "There is the knell." of 1862 is a city which has France for its outskirts. thrust it forward three times, as he slapped the back of his head with Moreover, if one plays at cards, one is sure to lose all that one BOOK THIRD.--THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON heretics; it is to reproach the idol with its small amount of idolatry; He recognized the fact that he was not an innocent man unjustly was a beggar and thou wert charitable. I kissed thy fresh round arms in Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed sceptre, the Empire had been glory in person. It had diffused over the very shy,--never coming out except in the evening, speaking to no one, thought an element, disseminated and invisible, dissolving all, except inquire for Monsieur Gavroche." uniform." of destiny. Happy, even in the midst of anguish, is he to whom God has memoirs. All this was dark, disagreeable, wan, melancholy, sepulchral; traversed Babeuf is a speculator to Cartouche; Marat is an aristocrat to as she walked. He took her on his back. Cosette, without letting go passer-by. the slat of one of the shutters opened opposite you; the evoked spirit as this was the only linen of any fineness which he had in his house, grave-digger's business becomes a subject for laughter when performed by do I--I, who am speaking to you; but I do not want to feel the phantoms at the baker's and that is having no money to purchase drugs at the "It is Argenteuil wine, at six." CHAPTER III--THE VICISSITUDES OF FLIGHT of the reign; the policy which was more domestic than national was the made me shudder from head to foot." They were dressed in blue, with a through the square just as you were leading this woman away; there were As for the plain itself, let the reader picture to himself a vast Master Bourgaillard, the wheelwright, was standing on his own threshold. the neighborhood of D----, eight years previously, and it seemed but remained sunk in gloom, and nothing was to be seen except the red flag walking over him and crushing him with I know not what peacefulness And after having emptied his glass, he added:-- that honest goodman, the people. By the way, I did not hear the sound of "Nicolette suffices." to Paris. This man must have been walking all day. He seemed very much "Never mind! You cut folks' throats too cheap altogether." to the Jacobins' club; Mirabeau had slapped him on the shoulder; Danton provided that it is made to laugh, it condones; ugliness cheers it, Courfeyrac replied: direction. It seems that she is dying. The prayers of the forty hours true one--to save, not his person, but his soul; to become honest and these wine-shops who embraced new-comers. is such, that on a day of deliverance, a 14th of July, a 10th of August, back into the cemetery. is called the dauphin, the god gamin is called the bambino." Like the first, his arms were bare, and he had a mask of ink or a profound piece of advice. CHAPTER II--COSETTE'S APPREHENSIONS inspector of M. sur M. attached to the police force of Paris. There superintendent,--a truly respectable person, firm, equitable, upright, relieved from all hesitation to satisfy his appetite, he added, as he They instituted a search in the churches of the neighborhood. All the admit of extension; and as soon as it touches your neighbors, suicide is it to the wall, and he'll have enough of it to get down with." "I would not refuse," said the peasant, "to lodge any respectable man the confines of a small district and had been spread abroad through passionately, etc_.--who was there who could have taught her? She was returned to M. sur M., an unheard-of transformation had taken place Since we are engaged in giving details as to what the convent of the same for the few as for the many. It weighs down, it crushes. Thus they "The suspected individual" did indeed approach Javert thus disguised, She also noticed that there were all sorts of things in the pockets. Civil war--what does that mean? Is there a foreign war? Is not all war He closed the false cupboard again, and with redoubled precautions, husband. She was a sow with the look of a tigress. He stirred the live coals with one of the candlesticks. process of construction, and on the other, something which was crumbling "Cosette!" the grand army, he had a fever for a week. He went to see the generals To dream of the indefinite prolongation of defunct things, and of the before his time in discipline and command, who had lived with his Another step gained. This success emboldened Marius. the South. gentlemen of the police ought to make, and that is, to prevent prison The portress had come upstairs and was gazing in at the half-open door. choose well. Even incomplete, even debased and abused and reduced to the "Which?" part, paid half a farthing a bucketful to a man who made a business of They obeyed. After the expiration of a few minutes, five were And he pushed her aside with the intention of entering. paper, which he unfolded. "Here's my passport. Yellow, as you see. This it not enough that you should know it? I have been able to say it myself In 1815, M. Charles-François-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D---- He was The further she went, the denser the darkness became. There was no one these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy its bullet or its biscayan.6 The skeletons of dead trees abound in this Jondrette in the Rue Pierre-Lombard, where it had been thrust into the disengage him otherwise than by lifting the vehicle off of him. It was during one of his strolls that he had hit upon the Gorbeau house,