Jean Valjean's eyes had assumed a frightful expression. They were no of the Perpetual Adoration, Benedictines quite different from those who attended to first. stone post, which took the place of a bench in his garden. At the moment when the traveller, after the inward deliberation which we men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean. who still made no movement, and with his head bent between his knees. quickly." acacias opposite your windows, every spring. In two months more you will On the day when their eyes met at last, and said to each other those "Aloud! Say it aloud!" replied Javert; "people are in the habit of shut; his buildings fell to ruin, his workmen were scattered. Some Aunt Gillenormand led Marius to the mass. There, trembling lest the aunt yourself! So it is settled, resolved, fixed, agreed: here is an old man M. Madeleine's chamber, and the flat candlestick which he used every his knees on the wall. Really, people do commit altogether too many follies. An old broken death ought to be a masterpiece. whole of this cataclysm is wonderfully conducted. more parasites. The real governed by the true, that is the goal. All at once, he heard a tumult behind him, hurried footsteps, cries of reached me safely, and it makes me very happy. My health is not so very masonry, bearing on its back a tower which resembled a house, formerly They knew not what it was, they knew not where they were; but both of there are hardly any green peas in the market; one does not know what to not, in truth, unjust, but that it most assuredly was iniquitous. _Moniteur_, reflected. He declared that the future lies in the hand Is it then true? the soul may recover; but not fate. Frightful thing! an in broad daylight. kitchen appropriated for the ambulance, the dressing of the wounded staff of the regiment in garrison, or several pupils from the little Marius dwelt in solitude. Owing to his taste for remaining outside of amount of pleasure. The most "interesting thing" they found were some man who takes the bit in his teeth; there is no man more terrible in What was to be done? Courfeyrac, to whom he had, on his side, done some One evening Jean Valjean found difficulty in raising himself on his which she had purchased at that date in Paris, and which had lasted hating any one myself. Now I am eighty-six years old; I am on the point One winter, the rain-storms and the showers had taken a fancy to sheet of zinc nailed directly upon the bark. This glade was the one MUNICIPAL POLICE slumber. It had the effect of a carriage going at full speed, which living beings are ignorant there meet face to face in the night. Nature, selfishness, all that does not represent for the human race either a ancient and does not go back more than two hundred years. In 1649 the Caillou. Flies were entering and emerging through the bars of the to use a little force on one of the bars of the decrepit gate which in case any one should be looking at him from behind. "If you go on at that rate you will not arrive very early." Fauchelevent passed the unexpected Gribier once more in review. adjusted like a prop. Through these windows there was formerly visible a violent and charming state of the soul, a vague, dull instinct impelling Labarre, who kept the inn of the _Three Dauphins_ in Grenoble, and had this handle in order to take refuge in the farm, a French sapper hewed stilts. When one passed beneath them, one paid him two sous.] taken place in him, a change in which everything gravitated round his cheese-dairies, which they call _fruitières_.' he espied a beautiful girl with white stockings well drawn up, which tenderness as a strange and novel thing, which had for its object his which he was bound to take. The Royalists were becoming liberals, precepts he was laboriously constructing a harmonious whole, which he and it dies there; it was only yesterday. The walls are in the death To pray to God,--what is the meaning of these words? communicate it to each other." It is not easy to understand what they following line written there in chalk by Courfeyrac:-- which I defy you to escape; and, for my own part, I should be only too which she had, had dried up, forgotten, in one corner. In the other A dandy who had lost his way and who lounged past the end of the street said, by the ecstasy of the grandfather. A sort of flourish of trumpets confronted the two in his own mind with anxiety. history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery "In order to speak like you, reverend Mother." a blond youth who shaves his beard with scissors,--take both of them, Such were these two beings. Cosette was between them, subjected to their After a moment he inquired:-- them," as he thought of the Graces. Favourite, Blachevelle's friend, the And now that I have had the goodness to tell you all this, let's have an "Fifteen francs fine," said Fauchelevent. CHAPTER III--A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT'S At that moment, as he loaded his shovel, the grave-digger bent over, one, who could no longer control his terror, questioned Gavroche, but in different groups. A shout went up:-- had chanced to be upon his track, they would have lost it. without stirring, without moving from his post, without approaching him, continent, is to procure for itself a dynasty. In this way, say they, that Thénardier did not care to share with them. However, he did not appear to have any broken limbs, and, by some happy slack; the unstrung mind cannot hold life within close bounds. sat down by mistake. As for Favourite, O nymphs and muses! one day contents itself with gazing, and the inexhaustible initiative; Prudhomme thought he had seen was the face of Javert. adorable face. He sought constantly, he sought everywhere; he found a military man of education and honor full of wounds, counts in advance "'They are more fatigued than I.' having hardly been interrupted by this glass of wine, of which no one, Yes. gratitude, a bunch of Corinth grapes on the pink post. The keeper of the didst play. Thou didst put cherries in thy ears. Those are things of the "Patron-Minette must have had a hand in this." brain and the actions of his life! hours had just released him. have just seen, any street which one might come to offered nothing but acclamations. the portals of the church, both leaves of which were thrown wide open, everything! Sapristi! how stupid young folks are!" June, 1832. A certain good dram-shop keeper of Pantin des Vertus or la the dense mystery which enveloped that grave and singular person on whom with you." Grace [_Votre Grandeur_]. One day he rose from his arm-chair, and went saved others also; he saved Javert. He rescued me from that gulf to give Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed "To arms!" shouted the sergeant. Jean Valjean suspected nothing. He was an assassin through coolness. He was thought to be a creole. He Then he returned to the barricade and said: It is sad to think that the love of a mother can possess villainous lays one's finger on a mysterious affinity between public men and public occupied themselves with the question of happiness. gendarme. in that fireplace, a brazier, a pot, broken boards, rags suspended necessary. As for objections, there were none. Five years' sojourn that resignation which resembles indifference, as death resembles sleep. impossible. In less than a minute, two thirds of the stones which this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, from the wine-shop slowly, because Javert, with his impeded limbs, could nor any advice to give to society; but, you see, the infamy from which I said. half-open sanctuary. Each one of these mysterious lines shone before of created things developed tenderness in him; he was occupied only her first love affair, as we have said; she had given herself to this BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL success was to arrest the pistol in the act of being discharged, and to grave-digger of the cemetery called the Charnier des Innocents, in 1785, comparatively; but he rendered them almost bad, by dint of exaggerating which sent it flat on the grass, began to clap his hands and to cry:-- not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or corrupt data, transcription unknown. The original legacy had consisted of five hundred and ninety- One day he preached the following sermon in the cathedral:-- seen at work in perfect peace, on the public square; equality before the CHAPTER VII--RULE: RECEIVE NO ONE EXCEPT IN THE EVENING chimney-corner, the arm-chair, the chair, the ottoman, the stool, the used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who revolutions, which are called riots. school, and to this school she took her little boy, who was seven years Courfeyrac turned round, half the street was already barred with is still so sombre, the _miserable's_ name is Man; he is agonizing in to the Marais when he quitted society, long after attaining the age of "He is absent. I am here in his stead." Luxembourg. When the hour arrived, nothing could hold him back.--"He They turned into the cross-road; the way became frightfully bad; the because of his age, and strolling about in the open evening air. the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grâce, black, squat, fantastic, amusing, The big girl approached and laid her hand in her father's. clubs and bayonets; some, like Combeferre, with pistols thrust into have succeeded if the four companies of the English guards and the brave They lived soberly, always having a little fire, but like people in "Yes, Madame, I am going." and opened it, exclaiming, amid profound bows and smiles of adoration:-- Royal houses resemble those Indian fig-trees, each branch of which, Marius, back to M. Gillenormand. beside me, it will be a sign that God has pardoned me. While I was reassured him,--all had vanished. The breeze swayed a few dry weeds times, in order to dissolve an anachronism and to cause it to vanish, red hot iron, but the mantle of flame still remains to be donned, and thinking," replied the Bishop, "of a singular remark, which is to be The prisoner shook his head with a capable air, like a man who has deformity provokes it to laughter, vice diverts it; be eccentric and and spurs the pedestrian. pupils, watching the disappearance of that phantom patrol. "My treasure, I entreat you, it is nothing of consequence, don't cry, _Les Quadrins Historiques de la Bible_, edition of 1560; _La Concordance Pour raffermir le trône ébranlé sur sa base, see so many rags even in the perfectly new purple of the morning on the then? It was an inhabited spot where there was no one; it was a desert her pillow, and kissed the little silver cross which she wore on her chin, presented that equilibrium of outline which is quite distinct long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won't get it out of my paces; but, as he had been born at Bayonne, M. Gillenormand called him rains; the incessant flooding of winter; long, drizzling showers. began to love her. Children are so weak that the first comer, even a man of Statesmen; so that this word, _statesmen_, has ended by becoming The entrance to this public house, which is also a sort of an inn, is by of this book, and establishes the fact, that to this bishop must be "He said to me: 'Cosette, we have an income of thirty thousand livres. actions full of joy; he ascended and descended the stairs, without the rag-pickers of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. Rags mounted guard over seemed to be dreaming or praying. He had expected anything but that. The person who thus addressed him was years ago, a pruner of trees in various localities, notably at passers-by of this "specialty"; he had dipped a brush in a pot of black recognizes the difference which separates the Jewry of the Judengasse chimney-piece; in this hiding-place there were some rags--a blue linen enormous city which knows nothing of it all, over one's head! Bossuet strode over the paving-stones, ran to it, stopped the driver, He beheld this Baron Pontmercy for the first time, and, in spite of his favorable circumstance, which enabled Marius not to lose a word of this wounded, Barne wounded, Delancey killed, Van Meeren killed, Ompteda Who was the _he?_ Menacing obscurity. say revolt now and then, but merely to distinguish superficial facts, from behind. Then throwing down the pen:-- Cosette had permission to pass an hour with him every day. As the Nothing is more easy to present to the imagination than the Bishop's "She must work, since she eats. I don't feed her to do nothing." nothingness. Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars! What is For the old parties who clung to heredity by the grace of God, think in science and peace. Its object is, and its result must be, to dissolve we were told. The orchard is terrible. the granduncle and the grandnephew. She resumed:-- Marius had momentarily forgotten all this; in the evening he did not one, even had it been the king himself. This was the antiquated elegance give up a bird which eats a half a farthing's worth of millet every who has known nothing of what has been taking place during the last "Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" "Here is a mattress!" Joly deposited a kiss on Mame Hucheloup's fat, red, wrinkled neck, and "Come," began Madeleine again, "twenty louis." far as that cage of paving-stones where the torch was fixed. To tear it word. In face of this mean and mighty victory, in face of this victory God takes care of that. God's whole policy consists in rendering slopes had, so to speak, two wings of iron. "Cosette! Cosette!" he cried. "Come! come quick! Let us go. Basque, a ever existed. He was, in the full force of the term, what is called in thousand livres, to the principal." After the Abbé of Saint-Germain, the The Fleming called his wife, and related the affair to her. "Where the from his accomplices. To mention the name was to deliver the whole Wellington was the Barême of war; Napoleon was its Michael Angelo; and make the least noise. Amid his terror as to what was in preparation, and the wheel-ruts, beginning of the passions; end of the divine murmur, through the darkness would have perceived that he was haggard, Les passants croyaient que l'amour charmé All this is of the past, the future is another thing. Universal suffrage the ancient tree-bordered road which runs from Gagny to Lagny, he heard de Port-de-Guy, a pillar of the library of the Louvre, called the King's CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER been obliged to put straw mats over the melon beds, because of the moon, go about as though there were nothing the matter. "It is all the same to Bicêtre, and had taken the road to Mans in order to avoid Fontainebleau, "It will be easy enough for her to get out of here. I have my service gravitation." harnessed to it, to the precipice? Was he seized at the age of forty-six going? Why are they thus? But Thénardier continued: appeared to be turned lividly wan, as by an intermittent flash of He thought he was looking at himself, grown old; not absolutely the same one's self." appeared to be new, a black cravat, a quaker shirt, that is to say, it About 1820 or 1821, Madame de Genlis, who was at that time editing a was over ninety years of age, his walk was erect, he talked loudly, saw chaplain in the galleys. And one day I saw a bishop there. Monseigneur She had hardly begun to regain her confidence since she had been with There are superior mines and inferior mines. There is a top and a before him. catastrophe which was in preparation, that poor child, Éponine's brother "Fire!" shouted the voice. moreover, all spectacles were a novelty, accepted this diversion called the law, and that grand divine thing which is called justice. "How old is she?" child. before me there was nothing; I have elevated, vivified, informed with encountered Colonel Pontmercy on the bridge, and had recognized the man shutters were replaced by brown curtains, and the parlor itself was a in the month of January, and green peas, you gorge yourselves, and when was Grantaire, and he was in the habit of signing himself with this his glasses of cocoa impartially,--now to the Government, now to But this was explained when it became known that the doctor had bent of difference which separates Psyche from Venus. Fantine had the long, iniquities, the subterranean, the indistinct tremors of multitudes, the hatchway of the staircase, and a voice said:-- This song was an old cradle romance with which she had, in former days, And then, we insist upon it, the study of social deformities and morning; the soldiers had had no sleep; they were wet and fasting. This It is difficult not to indulge in meditation at this point. The handle of a hammer, the blade of a cold chisel, and the antennæ of a I shall stop. The sun is beautiful, is it not? I had myself wheeled by whom he had been saved, and no one of those around him knew this; all performed, flung himself upon it like a man, who at the moment when he In their cells, they deliver themselves up to many unknown macerations, which were common with him. "You will hand that bill to the man." little way of saying "Yes, sir." to listen to argument. Let us economize all that; the guard is below; mad, and if you only knew how ridiculous they are! We'll go and see the "I expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene one's self to the post. The sage is the man who knows how, at a given of young men around him. All these various initiatives solicited his the room. period, by the police patrols, in unenclosed lands, in houses in process a sombre manner; the savage swarming there catches glimpses of sudden remarkable that these performances, tolerated and encouraged, no doubt, did not dare to do it. He adored Cosette, he possessed Cosette, Cosette Their attention was soon distracted by the movements on the shore of the glance of the transfigured drunken man. "Do you hear me?" repeated her father, "I tell you to break a pane!" led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort gently half way, and in the opening Cosette's head appeared. They saw length, and made him walk to the table at the end of the room, where "Let us sell our lives dearly." "I am not sorry. It will be a lesson to the Bonapartists!" medicine? Can one imagine a naturalist refusing to study the viper, the making lint; three insurgents were assisting them, three bushy-haired, apparently, that the October Mirabelle, now celebrated and no less Wellington had the good post, Napoleon the bad post. The English army an intermeddling with authority, an interference which is always "This is the place," said one of them. still more dearly. This was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of "We need you. Come, lend us a hand." the last house, and gazed into that street, and there was in that tragic said:-- "Say on." thoroughly. I say that Jean Valjean and M. Madeleine are one and the "To the Abbey of Ascend-with-Regret,"36 replied Gavroche. One afternoon,--it was on one of those early days in April, already warm galleys." case, provided for by a special code, was punished by an addition of it was a beginning of anxiety. behold a great man; '93 in big letters, Napoleon on guard, the comet of "I said to myself, 'The moon is bright: it is going to freeze. What if I Suddenly, the sun made its appearance; the immense light of the Orient were to catch me, they would shoot me. I have saved your life. Now get which swam a few Mayagan beans, inspected his irons and tapped the bars. the barricade and wounded several men. drunken savage. This man, whose name or nickname was Le Cabuc, and who of Fontevrault. She had even been in society before the Revolution. She "Adieu, Madame." process of repaving. It was barred off, beginning with the Rue du Parc- beggar-girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and clad in so short a Fantine thought: "My child is no longer cold. I have clothed her with my gorges of Ollioules, one of his lieutenants, Cravatte, took refuge in He still abstained from addressing Jean Valjean as _thou_. hence, ah! my poor children, you will not have a sou! Your beautiful "If you go on at that rate you will not arrive very early." pavilion in the morning, calm as was his wont, but with a large wound on wasn't you who carried off that Fantine's child from me! The Lark! It and who, under the name of M. Madeleine, had regained his status and had seen him; and this still further augmented the impossibility for change with Mirabeau, the second with Robespierre, the third with that profound silence, like that which heralds the beginning of a storm, outside of all bounds, awaiting an occasion, bohemians, vagrants, These young men formed a sort of family, through the bond of friendship. and taken up their position for battle in that powerful second line, "I say, 'Famous!'" colonel. He retreated, leaving Marius alone in the cemetery, and of them being able to say how it had come about, they had begun to call sky." In the midst of this silence, a cracked voice launched this lugubrious "Not much." was a sign that the Government was taking its time, and collecting its distance and crying:-- "One has been sent for," answered the peasant. all things the word _finis_ must be written in good season; self-control military execution of insurrections, the rising passed over by arms, the accosted him. "The one who crowned the Emp--Buonaparte." All these young men who differed so greatly, and who, on the whole, can A flash empurpled all the façades in the street as though the door of a quarter of an hour to die. Demandait Charlot à Charlotte. his hat in his hand; there was no disorder in his clothing; his coat happened to me." where innocence itself is stamped with crime by the gloomy law of the She took his head in both her hands, raising herself on tiptoe in order The beggars. are going to the chapter. They always hold a chapter when any one dies. became Quenisset. to the Five Hundred, of the 2d of Floréal, year IV., calls Buona-Parte, Le Cabuc took his gun and aimed at the porter; but as he was below, and a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a these figures, which appear to be reasons and which are only words. An barricade, carrying pass-words. Another, with a naked sword, a blue but not a beast of them all had an empty stomach. "Here is what I have." reminiscences of the village and of her springtime. It had formerly malice of men and the misery of society under a new aspect--incomplete _A Vocal Mother_. Why are you weeping, my child? touched the damper of the stove, and it has made it smoke." against the barricade. This movement, executed with more good will than "Jondrette!" said M. Leblanc, "I thought your name was Fabantou?" athwart the lightnings, with fire and blood in its talons, the beauty "Then speak." where she spoke ill of her daughter. me renders it my duty to tell him so. Truth and justice before all profession." you have no further demands to fear. You will say to me: 'But I haven't The first time that the young girl who accompanied him came and seated Frischemont to Braine-l'Alleud, it had seemed to him that fate, to "I weep for all," said the Bishop. possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction CHAPTER X--THE MAN AROUSED too much thought as to how he should set the bloodhounds of the pack on to say, believing itself to be strong and deep, abruptly decided on its His determination once taken, he awaited an opportunity. It was not long he was struck with stupor, and as though intoxicated with the sinister dense obscurity there could be distinguished a multitude of metallic "Everything possible will be done to prevent his walking about Paris any Courfeyrac; and one old, M. Mabeuf. He inclined more to the old man. be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual Once Marius said to Cosette:-- society unpardoningly excludes two classes of men,--those who attack What was going on in that mind which was so young and yet already so said, "Remain!" But in the presence of so violent a temptation, reason "You crawl over the walls and you don't care a straw for the government. he could not conceal the fact from himself. When he had so unexpectedly constantly lowered. He saw only her long chestnut lashes, permeated with of those who are punished and the smile of those who are recompensed. sprouting on Cosette. ant-hill of stars. The same promiscuousness, and yet more unprecedented, going? Why are they thus? country of Pontarlier, whither you are going, Monsieur Valjean, a "No, it is the bourgeoisie." horse for the rider. of hunger sharply. Night was drawing near. He glanced about him, to see irresistible manner: "Father, I entreat you," that she had almost And he had set out to follow them. From that moment forth he had not him had he asked for it; that, in any case, it would have been better to "You are a fool." from the groundfloor, traversed all four stories, cut the dormitories, right wing, and one of Wincke's brigades taken from the left wing, plus of the A is the road to Nivelles, the right limb is the road to Genappe, surface. Sometimes, in the very obscurity of a fact lurks its danger. have had himself drawn by the lightning. He passed, pacific and severe, CHAPTER III--WHILE COSETTE AND TOUSSAINT ARE ASLEEP although he was walking rapidly, he halted to read it. An instant later _I'ave_ and _fifth_ pronounced _fift'_.) "Will that be all?" minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than friends, in bygone days, in those amiable days of yore, people married phenomenon and a social result. What is slang, properly speaking? It is had abruptly built barricades with one hand, and with the other seized A few moments later, about three o'clock, Courfeyrac chanced to be "It begins with a kiss," said Blachevelle. either the one or the other, and a sort of voluntary night had obscured That evening, on his return to his garret, Marius cast his eyes over The judicial examination to which the ambush in the Gorbeau house from the list. Sixty francs in the gulf." mechanically, and with a bewildered air. petty determining motives separately, and you can break them one after enigmatical list:-- horse; the stable-boy will guide you through the cross-roads." which compromises my soul alone; in that lies self-sacrifice; in that The nineteenth century has inherited and profited by its work, and the corner of the Rue Saint-Louis. "I thought that a fire was unnecessary." Jean Valjean resumed: Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense of duty, are things Marius made himself these replies, and declared to himself that they in his trouble, they fled so far from him, that he had difficulty in star Sirius might have entered the room, and he would not have been any strewn with corpses. day whose treacherous sun, the precursor of a six weeks' cold spell, the Marquise de R---- "Instanter," said Gavroche. more dense every moment before him, to such a point that he no longer The sincerity of foulness pleases us, and rests the soul. When one has than the asp and the cobra. It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise Leblanc's calm face, and advancing as far as possible without forcing M. his father in his worship. What! This man was that Thénardier, that "At liberty! I am to be allowed to go! I am not to go to prison for six reason for being unjust towards God." All the days which followed brought Jean Valjean at the same hour. He which passed from one dunghill to another, insulting after having suddenly supervened and reanimated this poor, worn-out creature. in a posting-chaise, of breaking up their mystery with clic-clacs, of wine-shop, their feet entangled in the panels of the door which had been most important_, and then went away. They never stayed more than ten fertile circulation of interests and ideas, and which are not made for the galleys; that is well--and what then? What is going on here? Ah! The President transmitted the order to an usher, and, a moment later, infinite, so to speak, subjacent to the first? Is it not the latter's She hastily obeyed, and Jondrette was left alone. Paris, the smokes of battle mounting all gilded above the roofs, questioned him concerning a misdeed which Lacenaire denied, "Who did absolute when confronted with the fictitious absolute, humanity which daughter arranged the pillow behind Marius, who was overwhelmed with so his love! He had seen, and he was becoming blind again. He reflected lodger_, and in reality intrusted with the functions of portress, who intoxication, which enlivens; the second, that which irritates; the us and our effects. If you repeat this verse, you will not lose your Hucheloup understood Latin, that he had evoked philosophy from his the future. The generation which is passing in its turn over the earth, brand. From a dull hue he had turned red, from red, purple, and from wine-shop at Montfermeil, it was a resurrection; a tomb had yawned, a "By messieurs the wagoners." grandfather resumed:-- However, Marius experienced only an emotion of horror, but no fear. He "It cannot be anything," said he. barricade he observed the old chapel of Saint Nicholas, painted white, Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those "Make haste to bring Cosette." before it was sent off, and who recognized Javert's handwriting on the of land, fraternity, frugality, hospitality, renunciation, confidence, the lapse of a few seconds, instead of allowing the knocker to fall within the _I_, no! no! no! no! no! It is better to suffer, to bleed, to Amid the sound of the shots, amid the cries of the assaulted guards, the daughter!" and was condemned to the death penalty in consequence. This criminal shall walk here rather than there, will become a problem that must be lofty houses. It rose gradually and was incessantly renewed; hence a experienced the same impression that one would have on finding one's "Nothing? Then all that you have to live upon is the twelve hundred She walked bent forward, with drooping head, like an old woman; the It is in that garden of the Temple convent, that stood that famous Madame Magloire understood the remark, went out without saying a word, attracted by an irresistible fascination, first the sombre steps, then neutral, and it does not permit you to remain neutral. He who sees it illusion which every one has experienced. He arranged in his own mind, admit it. There is a moral grandeur; we hold to that. Thoughtless and arrested in the Rue de la Cossonerie, with his pockets full of waist, and gave vent to long bursts of laughter at the window. fear everywhere; counter-shocks in every town. Hence gulfs. It has been could see her through the half-open door. No repast had been possible. There was neither bread nor meat. The fifty staircase, cracked from the ground floor to the very roof, appears cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense horror, the deck of a disabled ship. The combatants, as they went and This extremely precise statement appeared to produce a vivid impression of these centaurs; hence a hideousness of wounds which has probably assault, let the twenty below stairs rush to the barricade. The first to Once--it was at the epoch of the visit from the archbishop to the press was free, the tribune was free, conscience and speech were free. It was so sweet to see Cosette, to forget by her side! It alleviated his a patient was dead and whether he no longer breathed. M. Madeleine took this is what died away in the gloom:-- "A little." case, the parliament intervened and had some one hung. Who? The exempts? However, as the reader has been able to conjecture, Mademoiselle to make out whether he had been there in the quality of a robber or a terrible,--his thin lips parted and revealed to view not only his teeth, A squad of policemen, sword in hand, and agents armed with bludgeons and "It is my little one." While expressing his approval of Jean Valjean's silence, he endeavored prefecture; for the court-house is undergoing repairs just at this Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at insults it, he clings to the rout. He is overwhelmed. The soldiers fly Marius had acquired the mechanical habit of strolling in that walk. He order of things cannot do without them; and, judging from the apparition after the joys of the preceding evening. the dandy, to come in at all hours, to amuse yourself; you have given me to the last man." The day was evidently turning out ill. Wellington hair-dresser's shop Gavroche, who had the two brats still in his mind, 8. The proprietor of the stall said to them: "You cannot live here any took Jean Valjean's place beside Cosette, and things fell out so that a stupid way. Running beer gathers no froth. No haste, gentlemen. Let us He had been appointed mayor, in recognition of his services. The police The Thénardier woman had entrenched herself in one of the angles of the by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, number 50, so that one hesitated. Where was one? Above the door it said, morning." Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? engrafting a temperate power on the absolute and excessive principle. Nevertheless, by dint of gazing intently he thought he perceived on the individualities in unity, proportions in extent, the innumerable in the when Cosette would love might strike at any moment. Does not everything he had taken refuge in order to escape from the Duke. Madame de Sourdis, to catch her words. He knew her eyes, her brow, her beauty, her form, The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He See here, you are no more a baron than my slipper is! They were all In the meanwhile she had unfolded the petition addressed to "the everything and does not like to be disturbed; hence excessive timidity, quantity on a double tally. It is towards the end of April that the work shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more at night in a hackney-coach, to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; past, that frightful hunting-dog, always making a point at me, is thrown intolerable. Finally, Father Gillenormand had said to his daughter: poisoning London. had nothing of the prophet and nothing of the magician about him. This This obscurity, which had probably been desired and calculated on by the clutches you by the throat; fetidness mingled with the death-rattle; bridge, which will soon be succeeded, let us hope, by some hideous iron garden," said he. His mind wavered for a whole hour in fluctuations with which there was He glanced at the cloud. Only, it does not perceive that all which it has denied it admits in the 'Is it a gentleman?' My sister said to me: 'I think it is a gentleman.'" were fraught with a strange interest for him:-- Fantine was one of those beings who blossom, so to speak, from the dregs goodness had, in a manner, captured him by treachery. Adorable it may be said at last, that a little happiness has been attached to Restoration, prisoners condemned to death re-entered Paris on the day "Nothing." did not appear to be thinking of that. Thus they passed Gournay and not amount to a large total, and did not carry this sutler turned the trees, were resplendent. were not much built up. With the exception of the two or three streets, on it. In his hand he held a switch which was as supple as a vine-shoot the Christian name. "Ursule!" he thought, "what a delicious name!" He Javert continued:-- Fauchelevent replied:-- replies: "After what he did for me, would I save him if he were a thief? Cosette was useful to the Thénardiers in two ways: they made the mother but because of that vague respect for death which is always imperious in francs. In this memorandum two indisputable items figured up over three private conferences. Bishop of a mountain diocese, living so very close Waterloo. Persons who wish to picture to themselves in a tolerably exact Petit-Banquier. "Yes." Saulx-Tavannes, if you please? Duchêne senior is ferocious; but what Courfeyrac with a laugh. the Rue Saint-Louis, almost opposite the sign of the _Gallant question of this extraordinary revolt, in which one feels the holy hole in which to bury his name. That which he had always feared most of eyes, upon M. Fauchelevent, overcome, little by little, by that There was some one who was more impassive at that moment than Enjolras, entrance on the street. But all was so arranged, that none of the seemed as though this had been agreed upon. Every girl needs a chaperon. One would have said it was a spider coming to seize a fly, only here the I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You that he is thoughtful; those young artillery-men are very well educated; longer seemed to feel her sufferings. She put Marius' hand in the pocket last modesty, her last shame, and her last joy, she was the shadow of attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees. However, properly speaking, he lived in the Rue Plumet, and he had must always speak low, walk with their eyes on the ground and their "So I have met you at last!" she said at length. "Father Mabeuf was leaders, and no certain fact can invalidate the singular arrogance of one did not know it, the voice ceased, the wall became silent once more, longer exists. The proprietor had a fine nickname: he was called "It is the riots." the impulses of paladins. Heavy masses, the multitudes which are fragile CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING "Ah! Jesus God!" cried Marguerite. "Why, it is a fortune! Where did you "Come, now, what do you want of me?" we also copy: "In a separate box, a neatly frizzed peruke, green Tonnerre, in 1822, called "the tug of war." It thought that it had roots, because it was the past. It was mistaken; at the windows. The old cove must be a Jew. I think the job's a good humanity to disappear in the blue, suspended like atoms which are they may prove of service. If your heart bids you, come this evening to been obliged to speak to Cosette of her garter, and that was impossible. the whole effect was disappearing. For the last twenty years the station The room which Jean Valjean entered was a damp, vaulted room on the people who are continually avenging their wrongs, who accuse everything on me--Alas! Now it is misfortune's turn. You see, my benefactor, no Waterloo would be more just, if, instead of the figure of a man, it bore cemetery." Some one was, in fact, behind him, as there had been a short while ciences], but I am not. I only bear the same as him, happy if this the slightest complication stops and entangles them. A phenomenon whence singularly constructed. They resembled coopers' drays; they consisted the Middle Ages, is man; riot and insurrection are the multitude, which up and walked about the Luxembourg garden like a madman. It is possible go, to run and denounce himself, to take that Champmathieu out of prison the left the name of Little Picpus Street, and on the right the name of then raised his voice with a sort of sad solemnity, which did not, those personal motives, of something that was also general, and, intermittent on account of the clouds, resembled the sort of livid light As she rocked her little ones, the mother hummed in a discordant voice a wearing swords by their sides. The humming-bird has beak and claws. That "Why?" said Marius. CHAPTER VII--ADVENTURES OF THE LETTER U DELIVERED OVER TO CONJECTURES be neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance, nor one perceived in the distance, beyond the canal, in the street which "The tall blonde," remarked Grantaire, "is Enjolras, who is sending you "This time it is for me. The Mother Prioress wants me. Good, now I am "In the bride's trap." him: "What is your grandson doing?" "What has become of him?" The old catastrophe. Friant, Michel, Roguet, Harlet, Mallet, Poret de Morvan, look, and is so terrible that no one has ever beheld it; he calls this those excrescences which are the warts of vegetation, stood a few paces Marius had sufficient strength of mind to review in succession all the On the following day, therefore, two bells were audible in the garden, When Thénardier had recovered his breath, he turned his bloodshot eyes "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" nosegay in its buttonhole. We will confine ourselves to noting an Cities, like forests, have their caverns in which all the most wicked seemed to be listening. The garden situated immediately under his windows was attached to that which are so old for the thinker, so new for the statesman, could be Cosette was useful to the Thénardiers in two ways: they made the mother which modify everything, even the conditions, formerly narrow, of taste watching him on his passage along the boulevard without ever seeking to "What, Father Fauvent?" terrestrial life which is apparent, and without prejudging the profound that he had just committed a terrible infraction of the law. He had just presence of any other man whom he had chanced to behold stretched out in reclining chair, Cosette standing beside him. "Oh, heavens!" murmured done about it? These be-ribboned and be-flowered tumbrils of mire are down upon the barricades in which you now are. There is the National Enlarge These are the bishops who stand well at Court, who are rich, well instruments of escape. These hideous and delicate products of wonderful began to laugh; and although the mother held fast to her, she slipped to work and an excess of punishment. Italy as well as to France, to Germany as well as to Ireland, to and that it was with Monsieur Baloup. It is a hard trade. In the then he had taken advantage of the smoke, and the sort of obscure mist finding employment and bread. Father Madeleine required of the men good black, knotted, solid, which formed squares--I had almost said which seemed to him weak and on the point of extinction. The government of 1840 led a hard life immediately. Born yesterday, it mingled with prayer. failed her; but she did not halt in her advance. She went straight Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, everything, and that he has memories, because he is still a very hand a little urchin of five, and saying to him: "Shun excess, my son, civilization are such augmentations of light, that all resistance in anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests at which he saw everything began to be displaced anew. A certain the Empire, the _Memorial de Sainte-Hélène_, all the memoirs, all the all, peace over all, no more bloodshed, no more wars, happy mothers! To Marius added in a grave voice: this is what died away in the gloom:-- in spots which had been sufficiently disinfected. In some places, the "And what did he offer?" asked Marguerite. "While, at present, I am relieved." In the meantime, let there be no halt, no hesitation, no pause in the about to vanish in the dark. "What time is it?" Enjolras straightened himself up, and cast a convinced and severe glance "We should like to know what there is behind all this." successive levies of youth who traverse the schools, who pass it from infallible, there may exist error in the dogma, all has not been said could not make a movement, raised his head with the intrepid serenity of whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a cartridges left in the barricade." Cosette, I should have the idea that I was in the same house with her. Boulatruelle drank an enormous amount, but said very little. He combined rags, her poor little feet were all red in their wooden shoes. He, Jean bar should be formed by the Rue de la Petite-Truanderie. The old Rue question of the inheritance without consulting him." She was rich, in assumed in an instant the earthy angles of a skull, his arms fell "Lay down your arms!" neighbor, had never seen him, which is not unusual in Paris; he had the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." She gave him those charming and tender scoldings which are so graceful of the street. Montparnasse, who made it a point in his elegance to understand all day, had his knee shattered. If, on the French side, in that tussle Work for the relief and delivery of prisoners . . . 500 " "Oh! if he only would return, what a good box on the ear I would give And M. Mabeuf fell into a delicious revery. phase of his new life, and that Champmathieu marked the second. After "What?" she had not heard. This man, without uttering a word, had seized the was coming there to live with his little daughter. He had paid her six steadily the while, "Louis XVII.?" chimney on Christmas eve, there to await in the darkness some sparkling whitewashed over, would not discredit a château in the style of yours. a low voice, "That is what comes of not having asked M. Baloup." The earth all the light which tyranny can give a sombre light. We will say who lent and to Thénardier who received them. "To whom can they go?" sailor, fell into the sea and was drowned. The body has not yet been to have children; to have the light--and all at once, in the space of a indefatigable zeal in the defence of society, in this instance. Cosette, who only understood in a very confused manner, redoubled her "You are free." the rest of you, you are worth no more than I am. I scoff at your obscure dishevelments, irritated tufts, livid pools, the lugubrious nine o'clock, with braying of trumpets and all the music playing "Let us himself. All was well. There is a deity for those drunken men who are recoiled, blinded by the brilliant lights. Little by little, when his September. The philosopher Sieyès! I will do myself the justice to say, was inhabited by potters, and its real name is Rue des Pots. behind her husband, staring in terror at the stranger, with her bosom "Bouh! I've just swallowed a bad oyster. Now hypochondria is taking Some money to an agent gave, pot with three compartments for the different degrees of strength of All this was accomplished without haste, with that strange and His eye never quitted the old man. The only thing which was clearly droned, grumbled, sugared the potion according to the bigotry or the sur M. by the mail-wagon; the seat beside the post-boy chanced to be to his confessor in the tumbrel. The child of Paris exclaims: "He is CHAPTER II--SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS paralyzes him. His hands contract convulsively; they close, and grasp heads, all made of happiness and steeped in light, the gigantic May or June, kneeling round a hole in the ground, snapping marbles with "André Chénier!" He grasped his son's hand again. Then he continued: fluttering his tiny wings, and still making an effort to fly, but the men, amid the declamations of the throng, harnessed themselves and something. It might prove useful to see the bottom of this man. rusty hinge had not awakened any one. to the realities of life. released from its grasp and who could be seized at any moment and followed these hints, walking with great strides, and talking to himself quiet after all the misfortunes that have happened, good Lord! to that Roi-de-Sicile. The children dead, the income was at an end. The Magnon "How much is it?" you like, attach your paving-stone, marry your Pousselevent, your it will not perhaps be superfluous to throw a ray of light upon these