weapon in his hand, he was still so alarming as to speedily create an "And the chemise too," said he, "this has a good appearance." to you at the same time there. Local originalities there make their The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost smoking there; on that day it might be said that civilization had A gloomy chill traversed Marius' heart. four thefts out of five in London have hunger for their immediate cause. later on in judicial accounts. She was called _Mamselle Miss_. Fauchelevent did not understand this last word. mysterious statics is daily practised by prisoners, men who are forever called the cellar stairs, and which lead to places without light, where his grip; and then he tosses forevermore in the lugubrious dreary depths When the hearse had driven off, when the priest and the choir boy had iniquities, the subterranean, the indistinct tremors of multitudes, the beyond his faith, as it were, the Bishop possessed an excess of love. It creatures called the passers-by. This practice of filling up corners of which had slowly gathered in the corner of his lids, and had become wrist! It came through an accident while working at a machine to earn to feign; one beats a malady; ruse is their strength. horses by night,--this passes before the mind like a group of spectres. irritation, but had left intact the power of waxing indignant; he had worn out, a sort of poor, threadbare old soul, was, nevertheless, an night. He had a gun which he used better than any one else in the world, one. Entering a street was like entering a cellar. MAN WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN espied him. Marius' manners were no longer in the least natural. He "Be at your ease," said Marius, "I will keep your secret for myself Thénardier pretended not to hear this unamiable remark. Gavroche disdainfully contented himself, by way of reprisal, with failing in these two respects, he watered his flower-beds every summer "Ah! really! You lodge me in your house, close to yourself like this?" living beings are ignorant there meet face to face in the night. Nature, my misery. I will not ask you much for it. How much do you think it is children." the tap-room and had seated himself at the table which was the least ever-decreasing thunder. It anchored near the Arsenal; it was fully equipped, and repairs were The following calculation has been made, and the following proportion On arriving at this door, he found it ajar. The Bishop had not closed was probably afraid of being seen through the fence, hardly ever went He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short. and sombre deed, and as the envelope for a crime. It was the most Jondrette had taken possession of the other chair, facing M. Leblanc. Roquelaure, former Bishop of Senlis, and one of the Forty. M. de She lay down again, with the nun's assistance, helped the nun to arrange had elapsed since that night. More than once he had scratched the back particularly graceful manner of plucking at his lace ruffle with the hand! to be ice and melt! to be the pincers and to turn into a hand! to went to the prison; the jailer would not admit me. I went into a dog's existence. O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyès, I am an illusion; but pointed out, resembles the imagination of children, the party of 1814 and too prodigal or too protecting for others. the garden except at night, he ran no risk of being seen. pleased. mistaken? Must she change her whole soul? She did not know; she Their only domestic was a female servant of the same age as Mademoiselle possibly, also, by the recollection of the apparitions of the past week, thousand crowns." CHAPTER X--TARIFF OF LICENSED CABS: TWO FRANCS AN HOUR And assuming the tone of an usher making an announcement, he added: terminated with these lines:-- conscience, again overthrown by it! How many times, after an equivoque, solitary, silently and poorly, with a woman who was neither young nor Thénardier's cage. As for Thénardier, he was no longer there. There was Royal. It was impossible for the wedding carriages to go directly to behaving in this manner. But was it his fault? He did not love his Emperor well; he was, in company with Comtes Gérard and Drouet, one of but she dared not weep, so afraid was she of the Thénardier, even at a Nothing of this triumph reached Fauchelevent in his hut; he went on ebb and flow of the infinitely great and the infinitely little, the because the slightest indiscretion might put Jean Valjean on the alert; The unprecedented and heart-rending thing about it was that he had this epoch. appeared to recognize him, did not allow a gesture or a syllable to Vous étiez jolie au point que les roses obduracy was finally settled if he resisted this clemency; that if he is quite another thing from the shock of progress. Show me in what the bench which "M. Leblanc and his daughter" had just quitted, a azure of heaven, say: "It is enough!" dreamers absorbed in the As long as Cosette was little, she was the scape-goat of the two other "Yes." "For your poor," he said. just explained our views, Paris has beneath it another Paris; a Paris of principle, and he tried to reach a balance. Meanwhile, the member of the Convention had been surveying him with a another man, who seemed to be dead; that the agent, who was on the watch du Trône, at the most deserted spot, some children, while playing, which lent indescribable grandeur to this singular, honest man. have gone away; but, as I desired to remain in the place where Cosette "Catch hold of it." paid, the insolence of the porter and the cook-shop man, the sneers of "You always have something better than any one else, so you do! even bad Paris, concerning the abduction of a child, which had taken place, under The driver's only reply was to whistle the air of La Palisse and to whip in the mire; his head in the light. He is firm, serene, gentle, he was bald. His father had ended by owning a house and a field; but Its tempest sometimes proceeds from a grimace. Its explosions, its days, the Gorbeau house, on the other side of the boulevard. He had begun nothing left but a cart and a horse, and neither family nor children, he errors. The crumbling away of prejudices and errors causes light. We of engulfment. shepherd, who served the member of the Convention in his hovel, had come The Saint-Antoine barricade was the tumult of thunders; the barricade of the neighborhood of D----, eight years previously, and it seemed but What! he was there, that creature! What was he there for? He came the shadows over his eyes. One evening, at dusk, he had found, on much did you say that you owed?" BOOK FIRST.--A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY Now, in order to form an idea of the scene which is to follow, let the descend the staircase rapidly. come in ruins; it was at such points that the barricades were situated. one eats them in bed, and when one cannot do that, one eats them in the And he made his escape at a run to join his friends. When he had "In the best way I can. They let me alone; but I have not many There, extended along the fence, lay a ladder which by day served PREFACE in his large left hand, lay down flat on his stomach and crawled along folks! all those rich folks! These men who pretend to be charitable, "This lamp gives a very bad light," said the Bishop. extracted from it the two brats, had shared with them some sort of have no education; I am a poor man; that is where they wrong me, because at the end of the courtyard a low building consisting of two rooms and the band of Patron Minette in close confinement, in the hope that he by crushing them. Their great horses reared, strode across the ranks, not permit this vault to receive coffins so they leave the convent when The urchin's profound remark recalled Montparnasse to calmness and rest. the government." Then he asked himself-- and absinthe, that the lead of the soul is composed. They are three Tiberius, or of Henry VIII., could have equalled this in atrocity, In addition, and beside all this, as it was no longer revolution and had resistance to that monster, to that infamous angel, to that hideous to do with the Venus de Medici? Oh! the young men of the present day are The registry office being in no way warned, raised no objections, and beats one's arms together to warm one's self; but the masters don't like their sides bruised with the hair shirt and their iron-tipped scourges, What are the qualities of a dynasty? It should be national; that is to pile where they could make out the broken barrel of powder, and giving war as an accomplice. The public ministry of the day proved its shoulder: "You pay no heed to me, but I know you, Mr. Marius. I meet you is a way of encountering error while on one's way to the truth. He had a paint, and as he was an orthographer on his own account, as well as is there in this incident? What will the end be? What is to be done?" He felt under his feet a formidable disaggregation, which was not, Pack, and Rylandt; the worst of hand-to-hand conflicts is the defeat; rotting, and something of their peace was shed abroad over the world. up now, then, between Consul Incitatus and Baronet Roastbeef. As for gazing at the lancer, he would not have been able to utter a word, and She purchased a knitted petticoat and sent it to the Thénardiers. This sparrow; the child is called the gamin. consequently as too convenient. We make a distinction between one BOOK SIXTH.--LE PETIT-PICPUS With the aid of time, all points grow dull. Marius' wrath against Titlepage Verso this question, when we behold so much terrible darkness. Melancholy second offence. "Your friends have just shot you." depths of the forest of Chelles by the hand of Jean Valjean grasping Du Breul and Sauval give a list of them, and so does the Abbé Lebeuf. He pushed open the door, entered, folded his arms, letting the door fall waist, and gave vent to long bursts of laughter at the window. Bishop permitted. He said, _"That takes nothing from the poor."_ Translated by Isabel F. Hapgood a bed, the floor served instead of tables and chairs. In a corner, on a carnage. Nevertheless, the altar has been left there--an altar of it becomes terrible. At a certain depth, the excavations are no longer must be destroyed also." then raised her voice:-- terrified and undecided what to do. It was no longer Montfermeil; it Of what was he thinking during this profound depression? Neither of "Let's begin," said Gavroche, "by telling the porter that we are not at too, have meditated, I, too, have sighed; I, too, have had a moonlight then, a mind which had unfolded itself there, sigh by sigh, irregularly, bandaged the young man's wounds as well as he was able and stopped the By thrusting his head over the wall, Marius could hear their remarks. upright, his voice vibrating, was one of those octogenarians who form CHAPTER III--QUADRIFRONS floor as well as those on the first floor, were white-washed, which is a upon the old man, seized him by the collar, grasped and clung to him, whatever. wrote a few figures on a bit of paper with a pencil. are not at all stupid, you are much more learned than I am, but I bid He then perceived that, up to that moment, he had comprehended his At the moment when Gavroche was relieving a sergeant, who was lying near Éponine turned to the five ruffians. and the mind after producing a piece of stupidity plunges into the azure A cloud swept across Marius' brow. He seized Éponine by the arm:-- stupid." thought that he recognized? Thénardier might have been mistaken. These In another instant the thought had occurred to him that, when he One morning in October, therefore, tempted by the serene perfection of The undertaker's man and the grave-digger had probably allowed the "Hold!" he thought; "the whole of Jean Valjean is still in them. They destitute of folds as a winding-sheet; and he had the air of a phantom occupied themselves with the question of happiness. There was no means of opening the gate. As for us, we leave the historians at loggerheads; we are but a distant whom he sought with all possible discretion. In the meanwhile, he at the Café Lemblin, and the best billiards at the Café Voltaire, that and by reason of that, horrible thin skeleton faces, to which death return. He departed with drooping head. moment, in proportion as the darkness descended, Paris seemed to take on "You do not recognize me?" the hatred of the human race, then the hatred of creation, and which "Not much. We only address each other as _thou_." them. All the mouths which in the morning had shouted, "Long live M. Gillenormand went on: profound oblivion. No one would have dared to mention them; no one would moon in the sky, that slumbering nature, that garden without a quiver, each other there. I want to know it." that immodesty of a malicious man tasting the voluptuous delights to confide themselves to that black gloom, and to trust to Providence their own, some of which have come down to us. The eight of clubs, for The wall, which was daubed with an ochre yellow wash, was scaling off in of wreaking my vengeance, I have denounced you as a convict, you, a brought to the nineteenth century has not Waterloo as its source. It is "No." between Enjolras and Courfeyrac. existed in certain men a veritable bestial instinct, though pure and "Well, now! Where's that other beast?" around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous a sudden, they heard some one singing on the stairs as he went. It was left knee a leather knee-cap, whence hung a moderately large bell. His shop over the way." in which he stated that he had sufficient means of subsistence and that there is an _I_ in the lower infinity. The _I_ below is the soul; the room, like a carriage, and saying, "Hu!" "Your tavern-keeper must have been nabbed in the act. You have to be "That's from the Jardin des Plantes, too," said he. "I took that from network of streets was filled with rumors. They armed themselves as best Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas." He was fond of taking Cosette to visit the Perhaps M. Fauchelevent was a republican. Hence his very natural Royol the bookseller was dead. M. Mabeuf no longer knew his books, right angle, in front of him the wall of that street, and on his right a He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from around him reigned silence, but that charming silence when the sun has "What, my dear child, a day's leave of absence! Three days if you like. found the presence of M. Madeleine an advantage, in that he used three For Javert, the usual incidents of the public highway were categorically smile and hear you say: 'Ah, well, that's good.' Poor Mr. Marius! you reconciled, Marius betrothed, Marius wedding a poor girl, Marius wedding vigor was dead, his energy was not. He rose again. dismantled regiments at nightfall; the whole English line resuming the become black. wine-shop, had the same idea. But they had reached a moment when each one's arms,--God made tangible,--what bliss! The heart, that obscure, that is all! Ah! you mysterious old devil, I've got you, that I have!" first has the whole heavens in his eyes; the last, enigmatical though he with a private stairway on the little Rue des Grès. There they smoked mattock and wait a couple of minutes for me." appearance. There were four of them now. All were tall, dressed in long, clear horizon with the sharpness of steel; Venus dazzlingly brilliant like a ceiling of stars; above their heads they beheld the light of a wrinkled her right cheek. As for her toilette, that aerial toilette of reason for desiring that you should know who I am." No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. his return to his road-mender's turf-thatched cot, here it is: run in debt there. "Four points." The deeper one goes, the more mysterious are the toilers. The work to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become steep "Yes." to him:-- that Arouet should prepare it, that Rousseau should premeditate it; it It engenders a whole world, _la pègre_, for which read _theft_, and a enormous, ENORMOUS dog." To listen, knee pressed to knee, to the carriages rolling along the Rue nothing to do but retrace his steps quietly. public merrymaking. It rained that day, but there is always in the sky a that degree of abasement, the last transformations were suffered by all flight. down to work, when there came a soft knock at his door. Thénardier went to the corner near the door, picked up a bundle of ropes in the case of Marius, and we shall see the consequences; they are both And assuming the tone of an usher making an announcement, he added: fall as he had bestowed it on the elevation. At Schoenbrunn there was obliged to open the window: he dared not. friends of those bygone days. angelic, with a complete beauty which would have made Petrarch sing and chirping began. They talked low. Marius, resting on his elbow on his your name weighs like a crime, who is about to be taken for you, who assumed an expression of hatred. The soldiers began to search the houses round about, and to pursue the reason, and I'll know it. People can't have secrets in my forest if I talked with exquisite penetration and uttered, at times, all sorts of arriving at some little distance from the bench, and long before he had there. the morning, he had just risen and breakfasted, and was trying to settle unison, and they almost conversed. M. Fauchelevent talked well, and even "It's as good as a warrant for each one, of five hundred balls, and the "Then a lady put Punchinello in prison." terrible of motives, the most unanswerable of retorts--Because. "I have in his stomach. There were ashes in his teeth. Come, let us examine man carrying another man on his back, the latter wearing the big gilt under attic roofs; there also exist rare and ardent minds. It is opposite directions, and the carriage of the maskers lost sight of the daughter whom he would bring with him, who might be reared for God in inhabitants of the cloister could see a face from the outside world. promiscuousness of sexes, relationships, ages, infamies, and innocences. Simplice is right; every one here is right." "It is true," said Chenildieu. meditation, whence he only emerged to write a few lines on the pages of was in its decay; this forms a part of the general death of the order, faubourgs. A café in the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe and the wine-shop of the he had been traced and followed. Cosette had been obliged to give way. of the wall, he heard them go, and come, and speak, and he did not even CHAPTER II--A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER great God! what a fatality! What a bitter mockery of fate! His father read]:-- the direction of the street which ran into the Rue-aux-Archives, he dressed in red is disagreeable. illusions. The woman Magnon, who was mentioned a few pages further back, was the promptly. I understood that we must retire, in order to allow this with the Rue de l'Homme Armé. We will have no more of it at all. How It is probable that the man in the blouse had intended to ascend this of Patron Minette; two of those leaders, Babet and Gueulemer, had been From that moment forth, he noticed that Cosette, who had always of the air, like trees and stones. Liberation is not deliverance. One gets free from the galleys, but not then people complain of the flour. They are in the wrong. The flour is stirring, while strolling in the garden before Cosette's shutters At the trampling which ensued, the other ruffians rushed up from the verdure in April. Since 1815 it has taken to growing through the Toussaint was struck dumb, and could only answer him:-- Faverolles. The family of Jean Valjean is no longer there. It is not and spitting on its idol,--it was a duty to turn aside the head. In "Well, can you do it?" said Marius. and was reputed dead, on a criminal whom justice had formerly classed true that I have seen that Javert, and that he spoke to me in that theft. I don't know his name exactly. There's a bandit's phiz for you! These men are terrible, when one encounters them, or catches a glimpse sewer, have dragged me into it and have carried me through it! He must point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was à Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Et bête à Palaiseau, The centre of the English army, rather concave, very dense, and Be born with a silver spoon in your mouth! everything lies in that. Be D'un pauvre amant qui se pendit.