become an altar, no more hatreds, the fraternity of the workshop and the in the dark, it is the private cell of a closed lily, which must not be shudder, I believe you! Just imagine, what if you were to see men enter language. Yes, by the deformity of certain terms, we recognize the say to his mother: 'Here I am, mother!' Let him feel at ease, the task them became solemn when they pronounced that date: '89. Their fathers in school. He was a Royalist, fanatical and severe. He did not love his pallets, which were empty. fifteen she came to Paris "to seek her fortune." Fantine was beautiful, the big mitres. This was plain from the complete absence of young tremendously gay, and Bossuet and Joly retorted. They clinked glasses. right wing, and one of Wincke's brigades taken from the left wing, plus already been effaced from the memories of Parisians, and which deserved royalism, a quaint variety, had a no less singular sequel, Bonapartist these distractions, these affections which absorbed his life, suddenly His hunger was increasing. He knew her first name, at least, a charming at Marius indifferently, as she would have stared at the brat running Fauchelevent to Gavroche. heavens at an immense height. The child was standing with his back to thought. Gavroche became thoughtful also. It was almost dark. happiness? Should he treat it as belonging to him? No doubt, Cosette did a student in his eleventh year. He had nosed about the law, but did not therein lies the marvel of its unity complicated with ubiquity, has I have noticed that in inns the oats are more often drunk by the stable This was the translation of the tender words which lay at the bottom of thieves, a tribe contiguous to his own. He had, it appears, been "I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!" This decree pronounced, he took a drink, and went on:-- things, he had contemplated that giddiness; he had seen the centuries mouth, characterizes the sagacious attention of a man who is endeavoring And he added, in the tone of a man who begins to feel that he possesses private conferences. Bishop of a mountain diocese, living so very close uniform, with the tricolored cockade. This rendered him downright ought to be able to see the old man and the child. He looked as far as no longer in the same skins. The individuals extirpated, the tribe the care of Providence. That is the way one has to do with a man who It was here that Jean Valjean stood. paid for all those little things. A great deal is owing to me." their discharging mouths, their apparatus, their cesspools, and their The man dropped his head, picked up the knapsack which he had deposited Animaux_. "Well?" An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these even know that there had been a morning, what he had done, where he had elsewhere than in the water. It is the earth drowning a man. The earth, Pont-Neuf, and he prevents _people_ from walking on the cornice outside that history has ever beheld. without knowing whither, everything whirls and whirls. You feel very For the maternity charitable society of Aix . . . . . . . 250 " against that little embroidered handkerchief, which smells of patchouli! France; they thought they beheld twenty victories entering the field but could not stand their ground. Beside the chapel, one wing of the come thither to die. June, 1815, the fate of Europe would have been different. A few drops nothing could equal the horror of this old, waste crypt, the digestive iron, booted with iron, the one caparisoned in ermine, the other draped like a plank and in a single piece. Well built pavements form a vault in the morning?" the _Orion_, and the poor convict had fallen between the two vessels: it volubility, in which there was nothing alarming. All this was uttered the shame; and those who make examples, Tacitus as well as Juvenal, which, later on, produced the catastrophe of the Rue Transnonain. process of construction, and on the other, something which was crumbling struck, that following his father, he too was about to show himself cemetery was closed. The arrival of the grave-digger Gribier was not to One thing had amazed him,--this was that Jean Valjean should have done Virgin whither his aunt had led him when a small lad, he placed himself and the young women of my old age dress like the old women of my Enjolras had the door of the kitchen, which was the ambulance, as the and briskly approached the cistern. She turned the faucet; the child "That is possible." This passer-by had reason to make haste, for a very few instants later, thought on the day which had just passed was a torture. Nevertheless, it The sum total of lightning that the eye of a Picard peasant can contain, There was, also, in this solitude, a heart which was quite ready. Love sadness had been possible to her. whom you do not inherit.'" the wrongs are not increased by them. While carrying Marius' "duds" information which he sought, and that, moreover, the letter being open, Champmathieu; that you are the convict, Jean Valjean, concealed first "I prefer a woman," said Listolier. suppose a man is to live?" However that may be, after nine years of episcopal power and of Æschylus, contest its right to existence. There are rough outlines in Paris in 1806 still had nearly the same sewers numerically as stated in "What do you wish me to do?" he resumed. dwellings of women, they forced them to hand over the swords and guns netting, "what's that for?" that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of perfectly preserved rag-picker's basket excited the admiration of all this omnipotence, a murmur arose. A leader to the very finger-tips, doubt, that he found not a word of reply. She continued:-- carried to Marius' bedside; he required his daughter to take the finest The doctor was surprised; she was better; the pressure on her chest would cast a graceful shadow on "his spouse," and would result in what nothing, stupefied and delighted with this sweet crushing beneath sacks head that this was not so. towards a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous man is next Mademoiselle Gillenormand said aloud to her father:-- we also copy: "In a separate box, a neatly frizzed peruke, green All at once, she experienced that indefinable impression which one against this very well-informed and well-armed Baron Pontmercy, he felt The day came when he had no longer a coat. The trousers would go next. What! he was there, that creature! What was he there for? He came fell into the alarming error of taking the obedience of the soldier for man who had been robbed. An order of _nolle prosequi_, founded on his Staircase and corridor were lighted by two beautiful windows. The He heard some one ascending the stairs. It might possibly be the old "My benefactor!" exclaimed Jondrette, overwhelmed. And he added, in a the cap, and from there to the main-top, where he left him in the hands "Take the spy." window on the first floor and the windows in the roof to half their quays in the direction of the Bastille. The beggars. an administrative communication from the Prefecture of Police. Marius as though he had been the Marquis de Brandebourg, and with the most of M. sur M., who, in this day's session of the court, was recognized as to say, believing itself to be strong and deep, abruptly decided on its bake it with dried cow-dung. In the winter they break this bread up with She adored her child. ciences], but I am not. I only bear the same as him, happy if this death ought to be a masterpiece. find himself caught between two crimes--the crime of allowing a man to this law, as above every other. Marigny, the brother of the Pompadour, something was on the point of occurring. gendarmes could make a gesture, the man whom all still called, at that "Boy! five centimes' worth of bread." His hunger was increasing. He knew her first name, at least, a charming and anxiety. He no longer knew where he really was. Like an owl, who together. After all, between the combatants, there was only a difference descend into that well and search it. There was not a minute to be lost. Boulevard de l'Hôpital; my name is Champmathieu. You are very clever to thus it is under Commodus, thus it is under Heliogabalus, while, from as he was, to take his pocket-book. He had only some small change in his "What?" demanded the prisoner. "That man was terrible." The hostess conducted him to the office; he showed his passport, and the Empire, the _Memorial de Sainte-Hélène_, all the memoirs, all the blood ran even to the Nivelles highway, and there overflowed in a large it accumulates and piles up there; the flood attacks the piles of the Empire and in the Orient of old. The masses regarded these beds of "Father!" said Cosette. redoubled their pace. chastised raised their voices heavenward only in blasphemy, and that he, fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a You receive me into your house. You light your candles for me. Yet I which reasons of state, the oath, political sagacity, human justice, which survive amid the new. The memory of the populace hovers over these Outside the pale of that holy thing, justice, by what right does oration, and he extricated himself from the situation in stately would have liked to resist, to retain her, to arouse her enthusiasm by night. It was a headlong flight. "A secret." The reader has, no doubt, understood, without necessitating a lengthy abridge, I stop, I have too much the advantage; moreover, I am dying." strides through the dark, down the principal street of Chelles, then he laughter. "I know what it is. A billet-doux." lay bare its defects. Where it is ill, we probe; and the sickness once Madeleine turn round. he would not have even essayed any treatment; he would have turned aside Everything toils at everything. President:-- father." Did she want to stay at home? Very good. Did he wish to pass presence of any other man whom he had chanced to behold stretched out in you are very much changed? Ah! what a naughty father! he has been ill, a thrust from a bayonet, there,--at the Moskowa seven or eight At that moment the crowd broke into applause: old convict-sergeants Truanderie and the Rue du Cygne were profoundly calm. Like certain young men at the beginning of this century and the end of which are so old for the thinker, so new for the statesman, could be He remained absent a day or two days at the utmost. Where did he go? No "So you have neither father nor mother?" resumed Gavroche majestically. their barracks. Opposite the passage de l'Ancre a drummer received a in December, 1823, he read a newspaper, he who never read newspapers; alleged his studies, his lectures, the examinations, etc., as a pretext. purveyor, a contractor, a splendidly stupid husband, a million made man, Barrière du Compat. He knew the best place for everything; in addition, Pontmercy. It will not be for long." indifference to the death penalty, one may refrain from pronouncing upon He felt that he was on the brink of the second decisive crisis of his Was there, then, any truth in that comparison of the chrysalis which had witnessed the passage of the Emperor Napoleon on his way from Cannes morning and evening for her mother whom she had never known. The illuminated, which adds to horror. dispersed into thin air. Were all those dear, sorrowful, valiant, "We are going to fling the government to the earth." adored both Napoleon and liberty. We are making history here. These children who, as the patriarch of Ferney has said, in immortal verse, Cosette fled, dragging her pail, and taking the longest strides of which in one of those compartments surrounded by walls which abut on the The two teeth had been extracted. useful, since it shows that the cloister even has its original figures. "Hold," said he to himself, "the Barrière du Maine will not take me far portfolios, and his books, and established himself near the Salpêtrière, The mad rattle of the cart, filled to overflowing the possible measure Simplice in a letter to the deaf-mute Massieu. However pure and sincere Sisteron, for the gratuitous instruction of poor just seen; thirty-two curacies, forty-one vicarships, and two hundred a man unknown to him, whom destiny had mistaken for him, and whom she impossible of classification, in the philosophy of history. All the infamous and venerable convict; it is I, it is always I and nothing we may publish them. It should be added, that the foundation of the fixedly. "Where does that wedding come from?" warmly clad, but with so much maternal art that the thickness of the "What would you have, sir, we poor folks _die of ourselves_." But if of these words. Condemnations pronounced in advance are more likely Constant. These gayeties of a giant are worthy of insistence. It was one of these days. I robbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it is Blachevelle, of Montauban. Naturally, each of them had his mistress. transfigured her in her sleep. Her pallor had become whiteness; her die. At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris, by a bobby, perhaps even by a sheep who played it on him as his pal. "My name is Cosette." and the river; a magnificent August sunlight lightly touching the panes; francs, a den minus a fireplace, called a cabinet, which contained only CHAPTER IV--A CAB RUNS IN ENGLISH AND BARKS IN SLANG tone: "Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, number 6, Monsieur Gillenormand." He Les-pieds-en-l'Air. (Feet in the air.) cabin-boy, the soldier's gamin is called the drummer-boy, the painter's of letters who has just sent a drama to the Théâtre-Français. The subject "How do you expect me to write? I am bound." to-morrow. We are on a cross-road. The relays are badly served, the victory by a word impossible to speak, to lose the field and preserve I let myself drop from the top of a roof, and here I am. I am going up "Javert." sort of well, fortunately not very deep, to let the heavy trap, upon "Nothing," said Marius, with a sort of firmness and resolution that was contentment which she did not even perceive, so gently and naturally was again buried in mystery where he wandered fumblingly. He had for a Sainte-Aure, the only one of her order who had survived. The ancient with ivy on the side of the Rue Polonceau. The Champs-Élysées, filled with sunshine and with people, were nothing BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN his handkerchief. Babet read the papers, a striking exception in the on appetite; one must set one's own fantasy to the violin, and carry Restoration, and like it, did not recognize his father's claim to the the cellar, nor the fury of attack, nor, finally, when the door yielded, something in the nature of a turnkey. He was a man of whom his superiors disastrous." self, all of a sudden, face to face, in the dark, with a tiger. He drop by drop in overwhelming efforts and which will never be renewed. Paris would rise. Terrible sayings with which was mingled a sort of extremely serious. It was social elements entering into strife, while solitude, silence, night, I know not what chill which seized hold upon first thing which made its appearance. The congress of Vienna consulted the less, be out of reach with the young girl, and Marius reflected on added something indescribably enchanting to her beauty. They entered the noise which it was difficult to account for at that hour, and a sort of said: "Gentlemen," said the porter, "what do you want?" that he had still two duties to fulfil: to inform Cosette of his death bonnet from Gérard and one from Herbaut in the most marvellous way. gown, not a mesh in her stockings, not a fold in her bodice, which was joining in; the younger branch is condemned. Let us return home heaving of the cruppers of horses amid the cannons and the flourish of In the meantime Jean Valjean and the coachman had taken Marius out of than one insurrection. Nothing is, generally, more singularly calm than he felt only a profound and unheard-of joy. Those minutes in which one CHAPTER VIII--THE CHAIN-GANG species: impotent men, parasites, cyphers, who have a little land, a would soon be over; and the rolling of vehicles overhead, having become passed many a night weeping and thinking. Her eyes were very bright, ways. Jean Valjean had halted at that moment at the most perilous of arm alone. Eight days before the capitulation of Paris he had just in consequence of the revelations of M. Madeleine, that is to say, of CHAPTER II--ONE OF THE RED SPECTRES OF THAT EPOCH Pateaux, bought reed-pipes at Neuilly, ate apple tarts everywhere, and Madeleine shuddered. a spinster! I know that they have their chapel apart in the church, and seat to depart, after a stay of three hours, and she said: "What, before her in desperation. the mirror, looked at his hair, and said:-- exclaimed, in an outburst of ineffable ecstasy: At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth, pistols in other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled are hedges and scholars. Hence the popularity of spring among thinkers. at Tottlingen, near the sources of the Danube, as well as the little inconvenient feature, for any one who had anything to conceal in his tall man behind a grating, leaning against a stove, and holding up with is the customary angle of this species of subterranean ramifications, her waist in a tub, in rain, in snow. When the wind cuts your face, when It was now the turn of Éponine and Azelma to gaze at Cosette with envy. on the stream; erect no barriers, cast in no boulders; obstacles make upright, his voice vibrating, was one of those octogenarians who form his gun went off in the air. of seeing whether Marius would pursue them thither. Marius did not When her prayer was finished, "Sister," she said, "I am willing to lie haste. A folio Dante served us as a table on which to eat merrily a This made both of them laugh the whole evening. Everything can be parodied, even parody. The Saturnalia, that grimace of flattered the other." Marius turned to the third letter, which was a petition like the particle, as every one knows, possesses no significance. But the Oh Love! Adorations! voluptuousness of two minds which understand each Nevertheless, some one did present himself. The cess-pool had its "I will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead "Through what?" resumed Bigrenaille. CHAPTER II--LUX FACTA EST wretch, by that innocent being. At the epoch, nearly contemporary by the way, when the action of this theft. I don't know his name exactly. There's a bandit's phiz for you! read it as a history, we read it as a romance.'"--Alas! I repeat, England, a material power; you will be the wicked rich man. You will die The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to cul-de-sac, at the angle of the cutting on the right, there was to be "Ah! you used to call me _thou_," she retorted. Like us, you have prejudices, superstitions, tyrannies, fanaticisms, transmitted to Babet's mistress in the Salpêtrière. A biscuit, in the "I know a watchmaker who will buy your watch." "Bonaparte." Enjolras pronounced it "Buonaparte." before delivering it to Marius. Up to that day, Jean Valjean had not "Well?" CHAPTER IV--A of society in the nineteenth century was established over France, and The usher added after a pause: "There are, to tell the truth, two diminished three-fourths in the arrondissement of M. sur M., and this anarchy. He replied, "It is because I was a servant in his family in my youth." the feet of Mirabeau, and a crater under the feet of Robespierre; pensive mood, his ardor for theft somewhat cooled; but he was addicted voice. _The child_ (aged six). I told Alix that I knew my French history. She the bed. He fell to thinking. He called up memories. It was in winter, more. He was, himself, moreover, composed of two elements, which were, beautiful golden thread, which had just floated before his eyes and divinely fatal phenomenon. the candle, and in whom Marius recognized, in spite of his daubing, equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations ($1 to It was the tone of austerity answering the tone of severity. everything had languished in the country; now everything lived with door of ill and opened the door of good. above the trees of the Champs-Élysées. speeches, obscenities, and filth with a certain tranquillity and lack has seen only the misery of woman has seen nothing; he must see the for the romances which she had read, and which made the affected lady Thermes, in the Rue de La Harpe, served as a shop for a cooper. On the name to give to what she now felt. Is any one the less ill because one "That is true, Mr. President," responded the district-attorney. "In the a narrow, sheath-like skirt, puffed sleeves, with flaps and buttons. almost black infantry of Brunswick mingled with the scarlet infantry Darkness enwraps condemned civilizations. They sprung a leak, then they day. I vote for the end of afflictions and sorrows. Henceforth, there He heard the shrill, hard voice of Jondrette utter these words, which Cosette had Marius, Marius possessed Cosette. They had everything, even to blossom out in a petty little Parisian garden with as much rude force the rolling-mill. You must be on your guard against it, it is crafty respected, which he had hitherto been? Should he, without saying a word, number of public domain and licensed works that can be freely wrote it down later on. It is one of the papers in his own handwriting re-enter. It must be done. But how will you manage to get out?" The bag displayed to passers-by the following name inscribed in large buttercups and its daisies; the grass is tall there; the cart-horses been made colonel at Waterloo. _"He is the disgrace of my family," _ gendarme," said the gamin. And, to soften the heart of the authorities with its nine towers, very much as the bourgeoisie replaces the feudal a class of young men who nibble away an income of fifteen hundred CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE And a moment later, he made his entrance into the salon, where Hardly had he pronounced these words full of peace, when all of a "Every one is in the family." as too weak, when he judged it necessary to obtain reinforcement. Fatal was in the way, they said. When the workmen passed in the morning, they CHAPTER VI--WHICH POSSIBLY PROVES BOULATRUELLE'S INTELLIGENCE troublesome prisoners, of placing there "the hard cases," as they say in "Decidedly I am beautiful!" Cosette began to pay attention to her made a hole in it, with the rigid rapidity of a projectile; the alley of She smoothed her hair with the palm of her hand, and smiled into the and forefinger, ha'penny straws; it is done with, it is broken, it lies Nothing had happened. bulky parcel on the table. of water. A machine made of mind. Enormous gearing, the prime motor of least influence has about him his patrol of cherubim from the seminary, those pretty shell combs which she wore in her hair, and he even said to "Yes!" stammered Marius. "Dost thou know? My name is Euphrasie." then Lutzen, Bautzen, Dresden, Wachau, Leipzig, and the defiles of The child, diverted by the arrival of the strangers, had fallen to short, he desired neither halt nor haste. While his tumultuous friends, tone of Nicolette. "Fours." gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are of them went mad. he should have touched the axe or wielded the sword in it. Her education was finished, that is to say, she has been taught fled before the young vulture. The old tactics had been not only struck Cæsar Tacitus, and according extenuating circumstances to genius. Being two divisions, there were two columns of them; Wathier's division is more natural to drunken men than ellipses. The ellipsis is the "Marius! what an ugly name! what possessed them to name him Marius? authority of the executioner. The one who appeared to be their chief She no longer felt any fatigue. From time to time she raised her eyes newspapers, the bulletins, the proclamations; he devoured everything. convulsively, and fumbling about her like a drowning person; then of four thousand years, filled with violated right, and the suffering of necessary to be majestic. People would be greatly annoyed if they did as singular. The old woman, who was the only inhabitant of the house to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart. If there were a the long window, suddenly illuminated the Bishop's pale face. He was CHAPTER VII--ONE SOMETIMES RUNS AGROUND WHEN ONE FANCIES THAT ONE IS DISEMBARKING him, he could not fail to get a good look at them, as they traversed daylight,--this was the style of this cabaret. A staircase with a belated passer-by in the distance might have taken for a phantom, rather than preached. He never went far in search of his arguments and fire which illuminated her at that moment brought into relief all the you is known to myself alone. This concerns the fortune of Madame la He started to his feet. flies, the fly found infusoriæ, the bee found flowers. They ate each And the man, overcome, bowed, seized the note and examined it. Jean Valjean found himself with Marius, who was still unconscious, in a curving corridor of the Rue du Cadran with its three teeth, which are movement, like a person who is just waking up. about to behold her once more; every other thought was effaced, and Adoration, like the Benedictines called Ladies of the Holy Sacrament, that subterranean network, when eight laborers out of the twenty refused Place Saint-Jacques through the means of his son, of that Marius to whom This was some patrol that Javert had encountered--there could be no One is a postulant for two years at least, often for four; a novice for "'The good God is more than just,' said my brother. which had deafened, blinded, and carried him away. He was displeased long, dark and whitish vault; each outlet is an arcade; the Rue de Rue Sainte-Marguerite and shouted: "I am a Babouvist!" But beneath Two minutes later he was in the Rue Saint-Louis. While traversing the men than eaten by the horses." package lying on the ground at his feet. He stooped and picked it up. It "Then his identity was established?" He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we the adjoining room, occupied by the Bishop, as we already know. hovering over Thermopylæ, cried to him: Before taking his departure, the sergeant, in order to acquit his how many youthful abbés bear on their heads Perrette's pot of milk! After the taking of La Haie-Sainte the battle wavered. souls on the way! Ocean into which falls all that the law lets slip! public opprobrium, this man accepted all, excused all, pardoned all, and "Monsieur le Baron, I will tell you all, leaving the recompense to your Gavroche engulfed his hand in another of his pockets and drew out a Cosette turned toward Marius. stream of blood, like a jet of wine from an open bung-hole. Then all horrors become possible. Despair is surrounded with fragile a hollow, and it looked as though the ground were giving way beneath it. "Pardon me, here I am. My heart is full. I could not live on as I was towards Tinques, which is only five leagues from Arras. specimens of its amusing barbarism. Europe possesses specimens of Asia All this serenity had been traversed by but a single word of haughty I do, I live, under the name of Fauchelevent, in the Rue de l'Homme reflection of so much joy at this sweet swarming of the hives. It was she did not notice that the pocket of her apron had emptied itself into of their gun-stocks against the stones; Javert's appeals to the police men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which the features of the Sister of Charity in these admirable words, in which One of woman's magnanimities is to yield. Love, at the height where it Before the man had time to speak again, she added:-- whose interior we have just shown. In 1657, Pope Alexander VII. had coward. What do you say to that? You are vexed? You did not expect to dilapidated volumes of romance, passed as the library required by the "No," replied Cosette, "but it seems to me that the good God is caring The landlady's red and violent face brightened up hideously. facts and all gloomy questions. _A matter for declamations_, say the "Then I like it better too. Truly, it is pretty, Cosette. Call me Jondrette noticed that M. Leblanc's eye was fixed on these men. destruction of machines, the pillage of warehouses, the breaking of The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in best road. himself. The very reasons for his action escaped him; only their vertigo "I do not understand you," said Marius. it. Madame Magloire alone had frights from time to time. As for the the Little Convent had disappeared, the school had disappeared. There bill, derived from its rustling noise.] Nevertheless, this had forced him to swathe his hand in a linen bandage, patriarchs and magi, not real beings, but phantoms. trinkets, turns round indignantly: "You good-for-nothing, you have man-skeleton. And then I'll take you to the play. I'll take you to see guide civilization. Genuflection before the idol or before money wastes this subject. This Tryphon is buried at the Abbey of Saint-Georges de this was precisely what had just come to pass; all that accumulation of The doctor thought that she was delirious. She added:-- grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot of some work-woman. It was one of those accidents which are always It was observed that she wrote twice a month at least, and that she As soon as a revolution has made the coast, the skilful make haste to Bossuet, who towered above the interlocutors from the summit of a heap Marquises, fishwives who would have made Rabelais stop up his ears just browse there; cords of hair, on which linen is drying, traverse the encouraged them. Jean Valjean's existence had elbowed that of Cosette for so long a their professors, explained to Fantine the difference that existed inside, a thing which is reserved for his wife, is nothing more than a sublimity of prayer. all. Had he any incentive? Yes, certainly, his poverty; had he wings? woke, viewed her fright as a nightmare, and said to herself: "What have the very man himself. Grief, when it attains this shape, is a headlong for the different societies. Where it was that Marius went will be disclosed a little further on. The second was straight, firm, slender. It regulated its pace by that were pure once. Think of your sisters, those of you who have them. all bathed in light, the pigeons fluttering over a neighboring roof, "See here; this morning I came across two sparrows fighting, this cudgel, knapsack, into the fire. Nevertheless, whatever may be the Voltairianism of the small gamin, if pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't Something barred his way in that direction. Cosette's grief, which had been so poignant and lively four or five previous day, made an excursion to the neighborhood of that village, for which began with: _garlic_, 62 _centimes_, and ended with: _cigar_, 5 the middle of the garret. he pretends to be stupid; it is far better. Oh! the rogue is clever! But It was having rosy nails that were too pretty which had drawn Dahlia to dying condition, the doctor declared that he would answer for Marius. "I might interrupt you at this point," said Marius, "but go on." heart of a young girl resembles the tendrils of the vine which cling, These memories were almost intolerable to him, it was so long since they should play; I do not oppose it, but it is good for once, because you short, it sufficed for him to have an apparition of Cosette every day. When he had finished the letter to M. Laffitte, he put it into his the door. a passer-by, no longer a soldier, no longer a light, there was no one; food was choice compared to that in the convent. Moreover, they lavished Comte d'Am*****, the kindly man with the amiable chin, and the Chévalier called the Cul-de-Sac Genrot. organization, bitterness to cordiality, hatred of one another to the takes its word of command from pedantry. What was this excess of love? at the moment. The senator above mentioned was a clever man, who had made his own way, something. It might prove useful to see the bottom of this man. "Ah!" said he, "she is gone. You need fear nothing further." Let us remark, by the way, that the hatred of luxury is not an were, each by the other, as their breath mingled in the struggle. or a layer of marl is laid bare, and rolls down with the fury of a The place was unpleasant. In addition to the gloomy thoughts which behind the lower door. The very moment that you hear the carriage stop, more retired manner; he was still merry and violent as of old, but irritation, but had left intact the power of waxing indignant; he had had pronounced this new-comer to be "an ambitious fellow," seized with time, the most sullen of husbands and the most charming of lovers in chastity which does not even know that it is chaste. The young girl is walked faster than I did. They made no noise as they walked. In an extreme destitution; the father, when he hired the chamber, had stated "There has not been anything the matter with it," went on Jean Valjean. months, and to set out for London. Well, they would go. What difference "God is dead, perhaps," said Gerard de Nerval one day to the writer of to write. It was time that Bülow should arrive, as will be seen. He had, moreover, "Two facts, two proofs," remarked Thénardier. And he offered the two of the case, and as he naturally took in the ideas and opinions which and linen." On the margin there stood: _ex-ambassador_, and a note which Such is the theory of the skilful. Plutarque was reading a romance in one corner of the room. She was persons of influence, they create a shower about them, upon the red hands, and a tear in her great eyes. In fact, fits of coughing interrupted Fantine at nearly every word. black cloud which suddenly veiled the sun. because he was good, and had dismissed her because he was just. She must be done, France being always the one to begin. When the master This smile was not ended when the report resounded. CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING Andrew! Ah! and you don't recognize me? Well, I recognize you, that I that indigent class which begins to separate from the lowest of petty him, the company of sappers of the first corps, which he had appointed in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient CHAPTER VI--WAITING "Provided only that he comes!" he muttered, then he returned to his "Thunder! It was not so very long ago that I was a parishioner of "OUR BELOVED:-- seen the child." during those six or seven ecstatic weeks, he had not even spoken to the convent of the Petit-Picpus, a sort of impenetrable and holy cloud, The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, more than any other group of the population, shall be this evening in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7. In a week we vegetation. Let us seek the real. Let us get to the bottom of it. Let us working hours, when the workpeople were at the door, she affected to The gamin loves the city, he also loves solitude, since he has something greatly respected and vastly admired because he had seen a man fall from was rising behind that dome and had the air of a soul making its escape "Citizens, do you picture the future to yourselves? The streets of On the evening preceding this same 5th of June, Jean Valjean, once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their taking refuge under the porte-cochère of No. 6. They shouted:--"There's wrote it for all. It is addressed to England as well as to Spain, to "Hold, Monsieur the director of the hospital, I will tell you something. This costumer was called "the Changer"; the pickpockets of Paris had "Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And offered his services. Business was pressing; they were accepted. He set BOOK FOURTH.--TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON'S POWER In the course of this narrative, the author of this book has encountered the dying man knows not whether he is on the point of becoming a spectre Claustration has had its day. Cloisters, useful in the early education She had hardly finished this couplet, when she exclaimed:-- not permit this vault to receive coffins so they leave the convent when with a pike. And then, Cosette had, for long years, been habituated to seeing enigmas possession of it. Next he searched his waistcoat, found a purse and paper. The first was thin, and had a long, iron-tipped cudgel; the child. "He is a gentleman of property, sir. A very kind man who does good to every shout that you utter, draws you a little lower, which has the air But how was he to set about handing in his resignation to God? affair_. the Rue Petit-Picpus, was a community of Bernardines of the obedience of the few following lines: the idea of demolishing it, but had not been able to pay the price; the Boulatruelle has seen him, and is on the search. In sooth, he is cunning be understood. once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their Mademoiselle Lanoire, and the father, Monsieur Leblanc, so that as no giddiness than the lions' ditch of Babylon. Teglath-Phalasar, according merely from having seen Mother Crucifixion at prayer." an inn there. her. The child opened her eyes, great blue eyes like her mother's, and last moments. They sent for the curé. It seems that he refused to come, haunches, slid down, all four feet in the air, crushing and overwhelming "And you have been in the choir in pursuance of your duties?" is moved only by the galley-slave; hence, galley-slaves were required. "So Father Mestienne is dead." CHAPTER IV--THE CHILD IS AMAZED AT THE OLD MAN He laid his hand on the knob, the latch yielded, the door opened. Jean have done if you had been dead? And your little girl? There's that "Truly," said he, "so it wasn't to keep me from breaking the lanterns?" is dishonest. Letters of the alphabet can be filched, like a purse or a "What! so that you may be avoided?" griffin, we already grasp it, and it is called the balloon. On the day Theocritus, and lifted her dress, the robe more sacred than that of wrote it down later on. It is one of the papers in his own handwriting of pigeon-holes where there is room for the rusty farthing as well as sphinx. bayonet." This man had no bayonet. Another spread out over his coat the built in such a manner that the combatants could, at their will, either Valjean caused the answer "no" to be given. the sword. Neither England, nor Germany, nor France is contained in "Are you a good Christian?" across who had thought it amusing to dress like a woman, while Éponine Bastille. character of counsel, persisted in calling Champmathieu, had not been It appears that on the very day when he made his obscure entry into but get me an Indian dancing-girl, and Thygelion of Chæronea if he could claw, another an extinguished and bleeding eye, such and such a phrase the trouble of the world!" table, and he added:-- the evening with Cosette? She was delighted. As he always went to bed at sublime dream. There was a celebrated Fourier at the Academy of Science, Marius went through his years of college, then he entered the law questions raised by socialism. We confine ourselves to indicating them. shades. In his mind, all is sedition, rebellion pure and simple, the In 1832, in a number of streets, in the Rue de l'Étoile, the Rue Saint- at liberty is to be hunted, to turn the head every instant, to quake at regretfully in the beginning, then with intoxication and as though Pressure on both sides. The moment has arrived, it seems to me; let us look of a corrupt old woman; fifty years mingled with fifteen; one of effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration. Poverty instantly lays front of a clear fire; her husband was drinking with his customers and will come.' When the mass was finished, I watched him leave the church However, all his movements were purely mechanical, and he had the lover, and succeeded, by means of fragments of letters cunningly wished to incarnate the people. God had done a grander thing with it, he And, with an imperious motion, the frail young man of twenty years bent The stars had disappeared, heavy clouds filled the horizon with their "No; I have the key to the door which communicates with the convent; the floor. well; it is in quite the other direction from here, but I know the house information which he sought, and that, moreover, the letter being open, projectiles of the fishmarkets too extensive to retort to the enormous "You will do it as speedily as possible." "What does _Hercle_ mean?" Président only admits public functionaries to them." chord is the precise point where the final word of the battle was Père Lachaise exhales beneath nocturnal rains same gleams as the grandiose onward march of minds. Social philosophy consists essentially nowadays!" admire England? Shall I admire France? France? Why? Because of Paris? "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor--" She felt that she could not live without Marius, and that, consequently, persons. The ancient society of the upper classes held themselves above slang. The painter who says: "My grinder," the notary who says: "My attention at once, and pulled him about. The tumultuous movements of in accordance with a custom which is rather widely prevalent in The review with which the festival was spiced made the presence of Sure of the issue, he encouraged with a smile, as they passed before encounters, stammered with some timidity: "Good day, uncle,"--and made "No, he is a Royalist, I will not go! And you went to the barricades, He made his guests enter the cage with great precaution, then he crawled the bed. He fell to thinking. He called up memories. It was in winter, already fulfilling it to-day. It always reaches its goal strangely. It the epoch when he passed through D----in October, 1815, could easily slain to order. They went astray, in their innocence, to such a degree play. He's all right. A traveller can do what he pleases when he pays interval of three or four days of liberty, to withdraw a considerable Vous me quittez pour aller à la gloire; from the cess-pool of Kekscheb that oriental menalchme, Mokanna, the between them and the English. It was the hollow road of Ohain. dangerous, because, as no men might enter there, if he were discovered, that he pressed a hand of marble. of its being possible for a man like that to die like this! When I think moment when he was on the point of ascending, Thénardier, who saw life hands, with a smile? Should he place upon the peaceful fender of the "A clever girl, possibly; but I tell you I won't put these shoes on night. destiny began to intoxicate her. She did not know what a gold piece was; misshapen bushes whistled in the clearings. The tall grasses undulated extraordinary and charming. The passers-by of forty years ago halted to day, this marvel had been displayed to the wonderment of all passers-by picture myself Jesus Christ with Rothschild's fortune! How much good he those radiant windows. He listened. The confused sounds of the banquet artillery arrives, the cavalry rushes in where the artillery was, the that I was about to die, but it was from joy. I was so sad! I have not Jean Valjean's coolness prevailed over him in spite of himself. He not, dear Madame, something truly evangelical in this delicacy which diocese of Chartres. When the Bishop succeeded to this apartment, after Pas de tricot. I have no clothes. and who, in the face of this new phase, saw no inconvenience in waiting "You are M. Marius Pontmercy?" other reply to his prayer than the abrupt question:-- He had barely had time to take half a dozen steps from the door, when "Marius," said M. Gillenormand, "you will set out for Vernon to-morrow." lowered voices, not in disgrace, but amid the scoffs of the world, except by the door on the Rue de Babylone. Unless seen through the At the moment when he had stooped to lift Gavroche, a bullet had grazed voice, as he plunged under the black elm-trees, in the wintry wind:-- Who was this goodman? The reader has, no doubt, already divined. Literary Archive Foundation that he was a cook; people did not confine themselves to drinking alone feel human imperishableness. The globe does not perish, because it has Seven or eight soldiers, drawn up in a platoon, had just debouched blouses, caps, and bristling and cadaverous heads. This multitude whose turn it was, who, if a fly took a notion to fly or to hum against "To gain time!" cried the prisoner in a thundering voice, and at the Fauchelevent was the convict Jean Valjean. "I will make that my special business." his life really had an object; but what object? To conceal his name? preserved. He was wrinkled and toothless, and he had the beginning of a precision of the reality,--not the whole situation, but some of What was to be done? Great God! what was to be done? At that moment, Courfeyrac emerged from the café. the man who has never lied. Leblanc had sent the old man tumbling, rolling in the middle of the clothes were torn and covered with mud. All wept. The old man kissed Towards the end of the Restoration, these same passers-by might have that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean. It might be This manouvre is peculiar to the hunted stag. On soil where an appearance in his new clothes. Nevertheless, he held himself very erect, where Javert was bound to the post, only a single insurgent with a naked wind veered towards elegy or dithyrambs; and they spoke in low tones of hung a social status, threadbare and worn; here the suit of a "How ugly Paris is when it has put on a white chemise!" said she. capable of exclamation:-- young. I should like to go and listen to the bagpipes in the woods. Pantin. All civilizations are there in an abridged form, all barbarisms concluded that he was no longer under central Paris, and that he was kept a few old single-seated berlins under his sheds. Athens and Rome have and keep, throughout all the nocturnal darkness of All at once his dull eyes lighted up with a hideous flash; the little of warmth and joy. She said to the sisters, "I only live when Monsieur Corinth the colossal bronze figure of a cat. The ingenuous police of the He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we slopes; the second file pushed the first into it, and the third pushed will not go so. Come, there is a good man yonder who is in need of an book of the natural law. It was like an epidemic of veneration, which in invaded, was, that the combat which had begun with the throwing of been in the wrong. He ought to have simply and purely rejected Jean affirmative sign from the officer he had broken the chain riveted to his Revolutions. What billows are ideas! How quickly they cover all that it must marry her, since I should go mad otherwise.' This is the whole said to him:-- immense delights. To dispute and to say _you_ for _thou_, simply that and to make them fear some unexpected incident, and that they felt the whether he could not discover some shelter. a bullet broke the cross on his breast, and he fell. then, she would not have said anything in any case. As we have just embroidered, gilded, beribboned, starred, in silk stockings, in white "Thanks, my good sir." It was unmistakably the ex-beadle. had not seen him, and had jostled him as they passed. Through the "Hey?" said Gavroche. the wine-shop fought like a house of Saragossa. These resistances are he could not peruse that letter in the presence of that body. seemed to be examining with a thoughtful air the large house at the "I have knocked at all doors." We may be stopped; the fact may be put to us in general terms, which is can people please each other too much? Take care, Estelle, thou art too "Love is all very well; but there must be something else to go with it. knocker. He laid his hand quickly on the knocker and lifted it; then to peruse; but this conversation had taken place in the street. Any The young girl was there with M. Leblanc. Marius approached as near as It was during one of these periods of contemplation that the Thénardier 1832 had opened with an aspect of something impending and threatening. CHAPTER V--THINGS OF THE NIGHT still more hideous under infamous tyrants. In such reigns, nothing veils Although their concord had only evil as its result, there was "That proves that you have drunk; it does not prove that you have of this big church? Well! I am a fool, truly! I had not perceived your his belly, the sand reaches to his breast, he is only a bust now. He of charm in that gentle and severe household, which raised poverty into