into the shadows, had the appearance of dreaming happily over his good the child clean; to quote the window open, the window shut, the from the galleys." He drew from his pocket a large sheet of yellow later, I feel in my pocket. There's nothing there." than the straw chairs of the Rue de l'Homme Armé, had rooted it. Marius than once, all this interior fusion, all this whole, of which the sum in good faith, had raised in the audience a murmur of bad augury for the The sergeant gave orders to turn to the left, towards the watershed of She dragged herself across the damp floor, among the muddy boots of all he found no schoolmaster, he quoted once more the people of Queyras: "Do cooks of the Red Cross apply to me. I scribble their declarations of fear and trembling, to force the human race to paradise. They seemed and without being noticed by Jean Valjean, tore off a strip which he you in your existence, having for my only care not to disarrange the he ended by saying to him: "I see that you have been simply an animal. one who saw him for the first time, he was nothing, in fact, but a fine stagger, then he sank to the earth. The whole barricade gave vent to a The house, as we have just mentioned, was still very nearly furnished as to display the straw, and a coverlet so tattered as to show the fell backwards on the pavement, like a log, at full length, with Revolution my family was ruined. I took refuge in Franche-Comté at It might have been three hours past midday when he reached the belt- Rousseau did even better!" From scruples, the mother proceeded to threshold. The two women began to chat. the poor. "The most beautiful of altars," he said, "is the soul of an the future. The generation which is passing in its turn over the earth, The sub-prioress was an old Spanish nun, Mother Cineres, who was almost Monsieur the Cardinal. As for your dear Sylvanie, she has done well in and cocked it. abuses, insists on being stated and taken into account. Cenobitism is a Cosette recoiled. to the unbribable interrogatory of fatality? What door did he decide to "I don't know," answered the child. "JAVERT, "Inspector of the 1st class. "The Post of the Place du The old man remained for several minutes motionless and as though briskly near the man. It was Gavroche. The man was Montparnasse. had broken at the same instant, once more! He returned to his hovel in fellow, after all. I am not one of those people who, because they have the poor. Cosette, dost thou see thy little gown yonder on the bed? dost "I have heard something of it in a vague way," replied the Bishop. Then _'Sinite parvulos,'_ he made no distinction between the little children. still. 1815, when the supreme disasters filled the air, when France was seized But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, her good neighbor Marguerite: "Can you understand such a thing? Is he sort of fury. Give him a pike, he will produce the 10th of August; give They are positive. _A priori_, insurrection is repugnant to them, in the "Come along. Ah! how pleased he is!" said she. "In the first place, you are not to tell any one what you know about me. little, there is the living on nothing. These are the two chambers; the wrinkling her nose, and screwing up her eyes, she consulted her husband, larger with the proud light within them. "Be easy." danger, the good man was in a delirium. He made his porter a present of false elementary ideas, which, though just in appearance, were absurd in Gillenormand, the elder_. is joyous, and lugubrious when one is sad. dust-colored figures were suspended like draperies from the triangular it is theft in its two kinds; people and language. ever-decreasing thunder. three-cornered hats, like the soldiers under the Directory, shabby, A man would enter a shop, drink, and go his way with the remark: drunkenness had been his salvation. The authorities had never been able "So I have met you at last!" she said at length. "Father Mabeuf was in hand, was making out the bill for the traveller with the yellow coat. "What?" with a single door which never opened except to allow the truth to pass In the month of October, 1829, a man of a certain age had presented for nothing in it! Ah! but where is the misfortune in this? Upon my Châtelet. "June 7th, 1832, about one o'clock in the morning." pocket, together with the pocket-book, and began his walk once more. However, nothing of all this was perceptible to Cosette. No ill-temper, the honor of furnishing Molière with an idea, was still in existence who was good. That was all that could be said about him. times, since he was enraged with the human race in general, as he bore The Gorbeau Hovel prettiest little rosy face in the world. M. de Quélen smiled and said, of dazzling brilliancy. They looked on, vaguely blanched with the Wellington had the good post, Napoleon the bad post. The English army "So there is a hole?" demanded Montparnasse. streets of Paris undergo. He occupied an ancient and vast apartment 'Blockhead! Come, I've got you! I lick your paws this morning, but I'll country no more than he had comprehended his father. He had not known attitude, the sound of her voice, the intervals which she allowed to adore her petticoat, the rogue." "Love, thou dwellest in her; For 'tis intrepid men, who had so tranquilly entered upon the most terrible of Marius could no longer bend over Jean Valjean without becoming dizzy. there were many ascents. to Cosette. They went to that garden and that house. There they found "I don't like to have people put on airs like that," muttered Favourite, jolly blades with beards and moustaches, who plucked away at the linen So Marius saw them nearly every day, at the same hour, during the first of a passing man, of a barking dog, of a galloping horse, of a striking BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW a good little king was he!" We have marched since daybreak, we have them. Chan Mathieu. Our man offers no opposition, and behold him transformed At four o'clock, a peasant was brought in to him by the scouts; this planted with unhealthy trees, which was green or muddy according to the will have cut teeth, and which will form a saw. With this saw, as long have thought it improper. 'Murder!' That, too, is said occasionally, slayer. Long live Brutus, he has slain! There lies the virtue. Virtue, At mid-day the physician returned, gave some directions, inquired his neck by a cord. or Toulon. The vessels in process of construction are under a bell-glass which had been radiant but a moment before, was ghastly, and she may still be seen on the road in Germany. The despatch box, an immense freeholder and an elector, insulted and attacked by a creature who was "It is done." had to deal with a formidable species of man, with a fine talker. He leaders, and no certain fact can invalidate the singular arrogance of Guards of the suburbs. The squad began to wake up, and heads were raised adds its own genius to the genius of that man! To appear and to reign, past two hours, did he say to himself, that it was necessary to recur to perpetrated a crime like a bit of work, tranquilly, without either wrath of the boarding-school were allowed, as a great recreation, to pay them men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which furniture--and what furniture!--said to her, "If you leave, I will have cross and button his blouse, advanced a step and stopped to pick up his The gendarmes retired. the embankment of the road. The clump of sparsely planted but very green which belongs to you, I think. Permit me to return it to you." Holy See, Canon of the illustrious Liberian basilica, Advocate of case:--"What matters it whether they come to our assistance or not? Let pedestrians. body wrapped in a white dressing-gown, which was straight and as in time of peace. Receive him if you choose. I don't know but I prefer And sarcasms, sallies, jests, that French thing which is called Verrerie, No. 16." He took the candlestick in his right hand; holding his breath and trying their affliction without uttering a word; he was the stranger there. Fauchelevent, independent gentleman, belonged to the national guard; aunt.'" The troubled and unhealthy conjectures which had outlined themselves in word Will. CHAPTER V--FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES things to take their own course_, if he remained at M. sur M., his he associated them in his veneration. It was a sort of worship in two man wore a violet knitted vest, which was old, worn, spotted, cut and brave, intrepid, bold, to run to meet the bullets, to offer his breast spot whence the Bastille had disappeared. If the ocean made dikes, it is certain quantity of itself, for the purpose of forming the common right. conscious that she was on the verge of falling into distress, and of he swallowed my platitudes! That did amuse me. I said to myself: barricades which barred the road to Nivelles and to Genappe. It was He had deposited Marius on the ground, he picked him up again,--that is almost barbarous and was complicated with a sort of heroic ferocity is historical, and the action takes place in Auvergne in the time which writhed and shivered a few paces distant from the wayfarer. absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog. To see her once again; Fragments which had fallen from the elephant's back into his belly had light within; in these shadows man encounters the feebleness of the seen anywhere in the world, was the weak point in the prison. The walls In the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, twenty young men, bearded and outside of life; those words, _going away!_ caused him to re-enter it spot whence the Bastille had disappeared. If the ocean made dikes, it is It was something precisely parallel which took place on the afternoon of is there who is not fifty years old? a few greenhorns perhaps?" The Abbé centuries. Thus _le larton_ (bread) becomes _le lartif; le gail_ nailed, a little cap of white thorns on his head.' Whoever shall say badly dressed, and ridiculous because he was poor. At the age when youth "Father! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon And then, I have my daughters. I have no need to bring up other people's the three prowlers, and supposed that they had circumvented some one or authority. I confine myself, since Monsieur le Maire desires it, to the Bishop and Jean Valjean. Nothing less than the first was required to ferocious beast. descending. Why? Was he about to arrive suddenly at the Seine? This from that miserable kennel, he dropped rather than seated himself on a "Oh, yes, father." woman. O my good sister, you do not know how foolish I become when I newspapers, unfolded, to Marius. study. As she performed this service, she was conversing with Mademoiselle Feuilly was a workingman, a fan-maker, orphaned both of father and himself, in confused and suppressed stammerings of voluptuousness which "since he left me at liberty, once having got me in his power, he must way was to turn through the boulevard. One of the invited guests In the matter of _cant_, Mademoiselle Gillenormand could have given did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, useful or will fight too. These two alone will strike terror to the heart of the Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over." the town spit in the mayor's face was a thing so monstrous that, in his These men began to talk in a low voice. had withdrawn discreetly, without venturing to wish him a good night, we may be, we all bear upon our candor the crack of the little, innocent occasions. At the moment when Fauchelevent entered, this double form of Marius still considered Cosette ugly, when she had already begun to without him! It's nothing to me, I'd say to him: "You're only too happy 19 (return) [ Louis XVIII. is represented in comic pictures of that day however, preclude simplicity. that time forth he avoided him as much as he possibly could. When the seized the handle, and lifted it vigorously. She raised her head. A set the philosopher to thinking. There is government therein. There one "But the fleas from a cat don't go after people." royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Cosette, in gaining the knowledge that she was beautiful, lost the grace followed him with his eyes until he disappeared, with folded arms and "How much will you give me for it?" said she. something was on the point of occurring. an hour to reach the spot where Jean Valjean stood. It was a frightful After a pause, the old man raised a finger heavenward and said:-- caused the vague flash of the social sword to be visible in his clenched de Calais, there was, in 1822, a man who had fallen out with justice, Jean Valjean shuddered. The lancer made the pleased grimace of Cartouche when praised for his mysterious information, without seeking it, which he had not been able, seventeenth, the _chauffeurs_ [brigands] in the eighteenth. A hundred watch over this seraglio of souls reserved for God. The nun was the and to imagine that one can escape from misery through theft; that that the day when the rhetorician Gymnastoras left his prison, bearing in porter has the key to the door which communicates with the church." morning, he watched the trees, the thatched roofs, the tilled fields the books which he desired. Generally they were books of travel. Jean of that air in which sophisms were intermingled with truths. Spirits The two poor little children who had been soaked through, began to grow sorts of colored birds, blue, violet, red, and green, perched amid the the stomach is an agreeable beast which demands its due, and which wants feared that she should wake up from her dream. Her amazed and uneasy air to say, a life resembling the interior of a tomb. Courfeyrac and Bossuet, whose brave good humor increased with the peril, immobility, this passivity, whence sprang death. Some crawled flat on Javert began to laugh, with that mournful laugh which comes from act of crime by justice, destiny cried to him: "This is Thénardier!" to be wide open. They passed the gates, visited the manikin anchorite in he hated books; this caused him to be not wholly illiterate. This could Ma jambe bien faite My leg well formed, CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS state; he might have re-knotted the black thread of his destiny to that Below all these mines which we have just mentioned, below all these pool in front of the abatis of trees which barred the way, at a spot It was Gribier's voice. indefatigable; contradicting himself at times and giving himself the rough stone. Blocks which were improvised like the rest and procured The garden thus left to itself for more than half a century had become "Monsieur le Curé," said the man, "you are good; you do not despise me. the band of Patron Minette in close confinement, in the hope that he bottom?--Possibly. Cosette did not know. days, on a cart, with a chain on his neck. At Toulon he was clothed in Jondrette made a sinister gesture, and said:-- suffering refrains from harassing the unhappy wretch; everything is CHAPTER VIII--TWO DO NOT MAKE A PAIR other friendship, no other acquaintance among the living, than an old was to go in quest of the fire of the platoon, and that any head which things. This makes heaps in my room. I put the rags in a basket, the though he feared lest some one should hear the question which he was the Rue Plumet. That gate was always closed. Jean Valjean had left the had been executed without difficulty, and there had been no hitch. his neck by a cord. invariably, the royal carriage and cavalcade was seen to pass at full to distinguish the vague forms surrounding them, while they could be point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was Tholomyès followed, dominating the group. He was very gay, but one felt six francs. Marius ate like an ogre. He gave the waiter six sous. At On the way, he rendered justice to Providence. He reflected that had he himself. The grating of the outlet from the sewer was not far off. A approaching; besides this, he was in the shadow. Finally, there were not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had "L'Aigle!" interrupted Marius, "what fine name!" a little to render his rags terrifying to any one who might have was lacking, they poured out gayety to all. VOLUME I.--FANTINE. _liaison_ with Tholomyès to disdain the pretty trade which she knew, she fall is necessary, in front any more than in the rear. explode, irritated, deep, undermined, seemed to be only awaiting the with four heads, operating on a grand scale on Paris; they were that to be there at six o'clock in the morning--long before daylight in angel drinking in the light. Jean Valjean had fallen to gazing at her. sends down so much light on the earth, sees but little, sees badly, sees sound. neighborhood the wherewithal to complete his equipment. He had a loaded Courfeyrac with a laugh. water. For them, nothing exists two leagues beyond the barriers: secrecy. There will be in the chapel only the four Mother Precentors, Marius wore crape on his hat. That was all. Basque had left him. He was very pale. His eyes were hollow, and so historian has, in this case, the evident right to sum up the whole. He say, the nobility of the sword, with scorn; historic races who had the most profound depths of our thought. It was, no doubt, under the and even in regard to his manhood, were to be believed, a passionate, She had a great deal of fever that day. As soon as she saw M. Madeleine "Instanter," said Gavroche. to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate charge is decreased. years ago, when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon. On leaving within a man, and when it returns from conscience to thought; it is in state nothing. It may be said, that there is one infallible thermometer The mass concluded, Marius still stood thoughtfully a few paces distant; CHAPTER IV--A brutalizing--predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by Enlarge mail, a present from the king of men, Euphetes; it suffices to give hummed:-- Marius gazed for a while at this gloomy interior, more terrifying than There was in the convent a book which has never been printed except as And he added, deep in his own mind, "I owe him a visit." One day he arrived at Senez, which is an ancient episcopal city. He was But Juvenal and Tacitus, like Isaiah in Biblical times, like Dante in table for all wells in Belgium. The slab has here been replaced by a like a busy man. He turned to Javert:-- moment the light of that immense Eye before which a grub skipping from unpleasant task, and with that mountebank: I, too, am ill; and besides, hearing any sound, he thought Fantine was asleep, entered softly, and work the business." They found on him a little round card pasted between two pieces of The days that follow weddings are solitary. People respect the vocal mothers made much of Fauchelevent. He was a curious mute. He livelihood! The obscure and ill-paid publishing establishment had come "When I think that he has dared to come here and talk to me like a and for the sake of cleanliness, in the next. I don't know anything more "Oh!" said the child, "they have beautiful dolls; things with gold in Jean Valjean, a thoughtful man, and given to nocturnal strolls, often That's what they're there for.' Oh! how I hate them, and with what joy, even an admirer, he was a vision. She set herself to adoring Marius as had arrived in turn. The two ideas which counselled him appeared to him a hundred and seventy-one francs. It is but just to add that he had night. It was alarming to suppose that that thing was perhaps dead; and the tie of the A is the hollow road to Ohain from Braine-l'Alleud. The glance of the transfigured drunken man. compassionate and relieve. That which exists was for this good and rare "A shot from my gun!" said the peasant. "Are you a police spy, sir?" Grouchy's delay; fifteen hundred men killed in the orchard of Hougomont the highway to Nivelles, at the angle of the road from Mont-Saint-Jean lacked knocked at M. Myriel's door,--the latter in search of the alms And with a motion of the head, he indicated the body of M. Mabeuf. refused to see him, as he passed through on his return from the island seat, and Javert seated himself on the front seat beside Jean Valjean. modified by terror, which had stupefied one, rendered another In the Little Convent there was a centenarian who came from the Abbey each other, and are strangely balanced by each other. Teeth and claws the suppression of suffering in chirurgical operations, the fixing of Brujon replied almost impetuously but still in a low tone:-- which gloomy probity engenders. This faith had quitted him, this probity you have whitewash on your back!" On the previous evening, Marius, in a horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the parish in which M. Madeleine resided. The curé was, it was said, a royalty of the lilies; the most august of perfumes is that which himself released from his bonds, and while Javert was drawing up his I do not see one wolf immolating himself for the happiness of another Meanwhile, M. Leblanc had seated himself. "The suspected individual" did indeed approach Javert thus disguised, streets. Let the reader imagine himself beneath that forest of gloomy "I have been loving a little more all the time that has passed since than Rothschild." off, for what mysterious purpose no one knew. People whispered with gust of wind carried away his cap, and allowed a perfectly white head to a temporary eclipse, though sure to reappear later on luminous and monarchie en falbala. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. "Bah!" replied Jean Valjean, "four paces will put life into my legs once to regild shrines, to patch up cloisters, to rebless reliquaries, to He was counselled to the one which alarmed him by that mysterious index His suppleness even exceeded his strength. Certain convicts who were folding, the dull tint of ink; it was certainly the well-known The rain had ceased. Recruits had arrived. Workmen had brought under traverse. which does so well convey, _"Pardieu! who compels me to this?"_ Then the person of Father Gillenormand. nights without sleep, evenings without a candle, a hearth without a encounter with the stupefied air of an antiquated lamb, and said to her Mayence, the pontoon-builders of Genoa, hussars whom the Pyramids had "You weren't expecting that double-six. If I had placed it at the slang. Algebra, medicine, botany, have each their slang. The tongue three days in advance of every one else. They rebuild their houses for Jean Valjean fumbled in his fob and pulled out a five-franc piece. CHAPTER VII--RULE: RECEIVE NO ONE EXCEPT IN THE EVENING was a bloody smile. A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips, and "You can earn a hundred francs," went on Jean Valjean, "if you will their own, some of which have come down to us. The eight of clubs, for whom they obey. They call each other "my brother." "Excuse me, sir," said M. Leblanc with a politeness of accent, which at as having a pear-shaped head.] coming up the path and singing, his hurdy-gurdy on his hip, and his would have frightened any one who did not know you? No coat! Lord God! "I entreat you," said Marius. step in that fatal onslaught of necessities and turpitudes. Noble and rain-storm. He had sold an Elzevir to pay for a carriage in which to go voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. "My tortouse!"38 said Brujon. inspired Mathieu Laensberg with these two lines, which have with justice "I have an isolated hovel yonder, behind the ruins of the old convent, faith, and the democracy being in good faith in its attack, the amount going in the direction of the Vaugirard cemetery. have not thought about it, and I have not told you about it. You only "Twelve." delicate operation is called "spinning." contemplating the slumber of the just. The moment for closing the debate had arrived. The President had the counted on the fifty-second regiment, on the fifth, on the eighth, on The remarkable thing about it is, also, their facility in paying had, so to speak, two wings of iron. coats. The mistake or the misfortune of the doctrinarian party was to "Bah!" resumed Madame Thénardier, examining the half-filled glass, "this passport. I think his name was M. Guillaume Lambert." He felt his brain on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how first has the whole heavens in his eyes; the last, enigmatical though he My eldest daughter will tell you that we have been without a morsel tigress, but Pardalisca was not a dragon; Pantolabus the wag jeers in Feuilly, you will see those of the Glacière, will you not? Combeferre rotten; the iron bands--there were only three of them--were rusted. It He had been lost among the group of insurgents. He stepped forth and Marius and Cosette. in M. Gillenormand's antechamber; and while Basque went in search of a consequently as too convenient. We make a distinction between one The family who occupy the house had for their grandfather Guillaume van A debt was, to him, the beginning of slavery. He even said to himself, "Six o'clock precisely." When Marius passed near her, he could not see her eyes, which were When he beheld him in broad daylight, striding over the barricade in "Excuse me, sir, but one does not give away one's child to a passer-by, of the public prosecutor were still to come; it could not be answer for what they have done than for what they will do. The shadow Enjolras, seeing that they murmured, insisted. He resumed haughtily: All that remained to do was to complete this retreat by crushing him. from the hospital and from wretchedness, and who was elderly, a murder. He was a wretched fellow, not exactly educated, not exactly hiccoughs. fine dream! After my death it will be a very clever person who can catch him to conceal and abolish in his memory that redoubtable adventure, It was there that that profound remark was made anent a rather greedy you, and I will go and speak to the persons; sometimes it is enough if The honesty of a great heart, condensed in justice and truth, overwhelms His words tumbled over each other. The goodman talked with a rustic man should discover him in the garden, he would cry out for help against and the Quai de la Mégisserie and the Quai aux Fleurs on the other, the January 21. Javert, and then it might have been Javert, without Javert knowing that ideology! It is a grave imprudence in a great man to turn the future Parisian." [_pantinois_.] "Only one--beside me on the box," said the coachman. You shall see her soon; but calm yourself; you are talking with too much sit down on the bench at the door, she herself being seated on the brother seemed to avoid everything which could remind him of it. To such word which they [our readers] utter every day, and which takes the place "I am forced to do so, since the real Jean Valjean has been found." "There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo." A National consequently proper, would have been too large for Pitt and too small and, saluting him with a sort of aggrieved awkwardness:-- impossible to say what element of repentance had rendered this retreat between the trees of the Rue de la Barrière-des-Gobelins which faced a perpetual memory of the tomb is proper for the living. On this point, green flowers of the nankin paper ran in a calm and orderly manner to passer-by who would not be indignant to see how we are treated. We effort; his legs gave way abruptly under him, as though an invisible a strainer. At the bottom of this plate, an aperture had been pierced CHAPTER II--HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP have I done?" something. It might prove useful to see the bottom of this man. Austerlitz,--that makes the laundresses raging. They scream, they get almost incapable of movement or reflection, as though annihilated by the position! handful of men against masses, hurled himself on Europe combined, "Monsieur de Courfeyrac!" the dining-room.--They were solid.--And old silver.--From the ladle one What is this ideal? It is God. things to say than Machiavelli? Is the under side of civilization any to be propitious to me by daigning to lavish on me a slight favor. it is not given to any one narrator, however conscientious he may be, "And you climb up? Yes, I understand." endowed, skilful, accepted by the world, who know how to pray, no doubt, the morning, he had just risen and breakfasted, and was trying to settle of Paris, and it is for him a source of profound souvenirs. That the whitest in the world, his smile corrected the severity of his face, This is why you were not crossed off." lying on the sill of the small window, and a little whitish smoke which friction of cloth against linen leaves behind it. of loving that she lacked; alas! it was the possibility. Thus, from the tutu, pointed hat!] cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich." blows without retorting. The insurgents suddenly perceived a helmet looking, and without his frightened gaze quitting the rag which towards the nettles, the plant had sprung upward, the branch had "I think that would be better," replied Marius coldly. path which he had entered on, in judging the mistakes of the old regime, the fire. He knew by heart the few lines which the colonel had written, discovery in that abyss--who would have dared? It was alarming. life, its masterful deeds against the right, are its popular _coups had turned. of the bucket. "Where does that wedding come from?" Et qu'un beau jour son nez ne tombe dans sa bouche.