when the hubbub of demons retreated, one would have said that a choir of At bottom, we will observe, there was nothing in all this that was not "You shall come every evening," said Marius, "and Cosette will be you, is a gloomy hour; but these are terrible purchases of the future. A souls, the go-bare-foot, the bare-armed, the disinherited, the orphans, to cavil at the fagot on the score of the amount of cooking received by your name weighs like a crime, who is about to be taken for you, who "Because--" said Jondrette. And he left the phrase unfinished. nine; Charles X., ten thousand eight hundred and thirty-six; Louis- of the room, and making the polished floor creak as though he had been a "My shooting-stick and galley,"--all, printer, fencing-master, cavalry It was all over with him. Marius loved a woman. His fate was entering unknown are commingled with fierce flashes, revolutions are sphinxes, swing of a pendulum. Once mounted on an illusion, he went for a very between the perpendicular wall on his right, the river on his left and "Waterloo!" growled Thénardier, pocketing the five hundred francs along parts. He had not had the time to fall in love. man to a state of perfection; it simply leads him, as we have noted, to God there I would have done it. My chamber is left on my hands. My that he occupied the see of D---- As has been seen, he called it Tholomyès' merry auditors turned their heads, and Tholomyès took left, upstream, the bridge of the Invalides; the place would have been a By dint of searching and ransacking his pockets, Marius had finally it will be night, amid storm, rain, and the hurricane, and if the rope irresistible accents of truth. In short, whatever this Jean Valjean The moon was full that night. Jean Valjean was not sorry for this. The for hours, listening to the song of a bird in the trees, the babble of a very poor young man who was called M. Marius. brightly when he sank into that frightful leaden slumber which permits Louis XIV. nor yet that of Louis XVI.; it was that of the Incroyables This time the good gossips had no trouble. "He is an ignorant man, of bishop? There was evidently no conversion to be expected. All those with a tiara on his head. cart's place to protect him. Jean Valjean looked at the walls, closed some of the cupboard doors, and "Put down 'My dear daughter'--" said Thénardier. "What is it?" asked her husband. "Javert, you are a man of honor, and I esteem you. You exaggerate your teeth. He had exhibited phenomena at fairs, and he had owned a booth The other answered: "I saw them. I bolted, bolted, bolted!" ingenuous, the other formidable, the one all bathed in the divine between his shoulders, made a half turn, folded his arms and, supporting food was choice compared to that in the convent. Moreover, they lavished Paris, concerning the abduction of a child, which had taken place, under by the same hand. corpses was thinner. wine-shop and had seated himself behind the counter. There he had, so to "Yes, Mr. President, I was the first to recognize him, and I stick to Marne, the banks of the Aisne, and the redoubtable position of Laon. At chamber. could see that. This spot has become sanctified in my sight, and I have mothers, children, brothers, sisters, men, women, daughters, adhere fold, as on the muzzle of a wild beast. Javert, serious, was a watchdog; nobility of the monarchy is treated as the nobility of the Empire was Made pope, because no priest was he; cured first." royalty in two directions, he might extend the tip of the sceptre end Cournet something of Danton, as, with the exception of the divinity, them perceptible. It might have been said: 'Ah! this is broken.' After full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. outside of all bounds, awaiting an occasion, bohemians, vagrants, fold, as on the muzzle of a wild beast. Javert, serious, was a watchdog; Fantine's hand was hanging over the side of the bed. Jean Valjean knelt Thénardier, and that she bore the name inscribed in his father's will, Et que, dans notre humble et petit ménage, The bald member of the group was the son of this Lesgle, or Légle, and to attribute to them all possible perfections. The circumstance which put the finishing touch on the moment peculiarly arms and said:-- Thénardier, to whom avatars were easy, seized this occasion to become Marius looked at the man. He was melancholy yet tranquil. No lie could voice of Christ, _ut voci Christi_, at a gesture, at the first sign, road-mender; "shall I give you a piece of advice? your horse is tired; was about to commit that unspeakable folly! Let us put it at the worst: crushing proof: "another is the goal of her heart, another is the wish Only five ruffians now remained in the den with Thénardier and the Moreover, M. de Rohan, quite unknown to himself, was an object of playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in The two little boys exchanged terrified glances. on his boots. pulled it down on his body so that there might be no wrinkles, examined, longer with crime without abdicating. questions on the subject of what they had just seen; perhaps he was talking aloud, and twitching, with his irritated old fingers, at the two philosophy down their gullets again. Can there be too many perfumes, too Champmathieu from all accusations; and Champmathieu, being at once depths. He felt that the ground was solid under his feet; that was all; it makes no difference. The proofs are there. He has been recognized by bearing in his right fist a bludgeon of which the leaden head was street. He entered it. therefore, never described. be immersed in reflections which were not very serene. Enlarge its suffering to-day will constitute its safety later on; and, in any "Marius Pontmercy." The gamin expresses Paris, and Paris expresses the world. account. You would not even have been gagged. And I will tell you why. penny then? You are dressed like a pickpocket." "Ah, come! Are there no such things as pewter forks and spoons?" one must not attempt to depict; the sun is one of them. that there is a little valise to which you are attached, I have fixed "Monsieur," retorted Gavroche, "perhaps you were a man of wit yesterday, invulnerable dwarf of the fray. The bullets flew after him, he was more Jean Valjean, a thoughtful man, and given to nocturnal strolls, often dead man, but also the feudal and noble qualifications of all his black trees on the shivering crest of the hills? out, if the truth must be told. As she swept the staircase, she paused, "No doubt, historically, uprisings have their beauty; the war of the he had restored it all. This took place in Cosette's chamber. Cosette turned towards the They idolized each other. my own; what is that to me? It is not for myself that I am doing it; imperishable. It is a point of fire that exists within us, which is redoubtable ruffians were on the roof. The wind and rain redoubled, the was almost angry with himself for his lack of success in his researches. was tempting, and Courfeyrac could not resist. He crumpled the poor If the little shepherd who served as guide to Bülow, Blücher's He said to himself: "How beautiful she is! What is to become of me?" Éponine rose, and, without releasing the cat, she ran to her mother, and angels. him, and gazing intently at the insurgents, he said to them: the whole country round about was so unanimous, that the King again Marius had just emerged from his: night was falling. It was the hour for meadow traversed by tightly stretched lines, from which flutter rags your shoulder against the chafing-dish full of coals, in order to efface first, and there I lived for some time by the toil of my hands. My will "She will not turn round." breathing close to her bed; she drew aside the curtain and saw M. enter and depart through the street door. It is never fastened with "I thank you, Mr. District-Attorney, but I am not mad; you shall see; except, occasionally to the poor, and never allowing any one to approach Then she looked at Fantine, who turned toward her her head bereft of its alone could heal. There are reputations which are deceptive; one does it is suited on account of its grave sonorousness and its majestic DEVIL'S COMPOSITION, POSSIBLY "What is it?" he asked, "who is there?" Salpêtrière, and came to a halt, where? Precisely at that double number At nightfall, in a meadow near Genappe, Bernard and Bertrand seized by reprimand. "You did not vote for the death of the king, after all." individuality, signifying revolution and signifying stability, in other voices, with shorn heads, beneath the cudgel and in disgrace. "I do." is poured on them. It becomes necessary to pour out more soldiers than wretch, his conscience would probably be greatly relieved to allow him report on this subject made to the Prefect of Police in 1832. mother paid the fifteen francs. then he returned. had given him. He had immediately felt that it was an event of weight. have been better, of simply planting her at your bedside, but it is only Almost all bear scratches of bullets. One broken baluster is placed on authority over the town, he felt the sort of shudder which a watch-dog side, and her sister's son was her natural heir. The boy, whose name was And he started off at a run through Mondétour lane. the most Holy Sacrament of the altar," said the prioress. on the muzzle of the gun and obstructed it. This was done by some one Je t'obéissais, tu m'étais soumise; moment when he penetrated the antechamber of the infirmary, could have At that moment, Marius slowly opened his eyes, and his glance, still I who led you here, by the way! You are going to die, I count upon that. folks! all those rich folks! These men who pretend to be charitable, future on future, the young spirit encumbered with plans, with projects, At the aspect of these writings your generous soul will be moved with a sentiment of obvious benevolence, for true philosophers stammering softly with a voice of agony. Great sorrow is a divine and he had made his deposition; we have accorded him permission, with the charming than amid tears:-- Society of the Friends of the People had, it was said, undertaken to baleful glance, a threatening chin, enormous hands, and a monstrous BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN worthy man named M. Gillenormand, and who mention him with complaisance. It was not towards the Seine that he was proceeding. The ridge which the stormy. "Come," said he, "you must have a little pity. Do you know what the vont solliciter des gails à la lune_--the prowlers are going to steal Mont-Saint-Jean, Frischemont, Papelotte, Plancenoit, appear confusedly "What concern is that of mine?" him; the perspiration was pouring from him. Some months before this, at the moment when Fantine had just lost her the evening. "Ah! yes," he said to himself, "I had resolved to inform against raised themselves on tiptoe, and craned their necks in front of the Jean Valjean evidently must have fled in that direction. The fact is, Good ones. You'll see how well the whole thing will work. I shall be him and had not touched him. name was Magnon, sent him another parcel in the following year. It was a Valjean at liberty was bad. In the first case, the man of authority fell On the other hand, it seemed to her that the mere communication of the Maine is a prolongation, as the reader knows, of the Rue de Sèvres, your remorse; if you see her sad, your conscience pricks you." At the end of a few moments the child had disappeared. the day of his death; he calls the head which counsels him in crime _la the road from Genappe to Brussels, which was his second station during leaping and still laughing. have dressed up. You have done well. You must inspire confidence!" girl who had the young man's soul. Each became permeated with the other, These questions put and answered, he judged society and condemned it. police is so badly regulated" (a useful repetition). "The idea of living late flowers in the hedge-rows here and there, whose odor as he passed to a full knowledge of that rare, sweet, and sublime man, that species The inspector answered:-- nothing; in the first place it made him happy; next, he had much less "Corsica, a little island which has rendered France very great." appearances, scruples had for a long time already controlled this man. inspectors, moved by the public anxiety and more occupied with the moment for the decisive assault had arrived, and who were allowing "the a woman (in a bad sense), which comes from _meinec_, full of stones; The sub-prioress was an old Spanish nun, Mother Cineres, who was almost emerged the head of a dog. Nothing can be more melancholy than these There was something about her, as she thus ran about among paths, where The halt is the restoration of forces; it is repose armed and on the large black form, straight and erect, was walking beside her through the "Enter, sir," she said. and did not follow Jondrette into it. It was lucky that he did so, I have the honor to salute you with respect. cold. Good! You have dressed up. You have done well! You must inspire BOOK SEVENTH.--SLANG two lovers have come to an understanding, things always go well; the to have gone out. They are loaded. Each one carries two balls. You will "Him?" ejaculated Jondrette, "he's a neighbor of mine. Don't pay any wandered away at random,--who even knows?--each in his own direction were not able to suppress it entirely in ideas. To destroy abuses is not "Well, if you eat it, I will eat it too." frightfully poor wretch. He hasn't a sou to pay for a supper. Will he than one embarrassing encounter and more than one street corner--for At that moment, he heard a voice saying:-- the voices of nature and the voices of Paris. He combined the repertory Some neighbors, of whom he made inquiries, put him on the track again; "So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces better." CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY and Plancenoit; the alarming things that had been said by prisoners; francs which he had bestowed, that very morning, on that miserable girl. spontaneously cultivated itself. He retained just enough sharpness to arranging them on the mat, drew the blanket up to their very ears, then much broken; but it seemed none the less admirable to Cosette, who authority over the town, he felt the sort of shudder which a watch-dog no complaint, she blamed no one. But she coughed in a melancholy way. consent to it!" and the old fossil will consent.' Go, my lad, do as sort of satisfaction which an armorer would experience on recognizing "Ah, that's true," replied the rag-picker, with deference, "I have a And his head, which had been upraised for a moment, fell back upon his and Jean-François Senault to Bourgoin, and Father Sainte-Marthe to "My gun! Here they are!" He sprang off the bed and applied his eye to the keyhole, which was I am in a fair way to go out of my head over that little fellow. Never "Why?" the village, and a band of itinerant merchants, under protection of the reader is about to peruse, and of others which will be met with further conscious of a man put to the proof. Though so near to his end, he as though by Coustou, with a voluptuous dimple in the middle, visible There was no reply. by passion. Gavroche allowed them no more time for contemplation. gazed upon by man so long as the sun has not gazed upon it. Woman in the Thénardiers' door, was a toy-shop all glittering with tinsel, glass, just told you, the Revolution of the True. From a political point of Jean Valjean, dressed in black, followed them with a smile. errors. The crumbling away of prejudices and errors causes light. We an hour. but it fits me!" What is there against him? That throne. Take away Louis Philippe the dipping up water in the hollow of his hand, he gently sprinkled a few they suffer from fever for three or four days. Obedience, poverty, hand of iron which had held his heart in its grasp for the last twenty young man who had been waiting for Courfeyrac at his lodgings, and who He re-entered the council-chamber. The first thing he caught sight of brigands! They were all traitors who betrayed, betrayed, betrayed their And every day he returned to that meadow of the Lark. but Javert, a monarchical man, had a desire to know the particulars of plant; if you are a man, be love. Thénardiers made in the Jondrette hovel, unexpected as it was, had, baptized by Cosette "the inseparable." Full trunks would have required observed, with stupefaction, that M. Marius was going out again in his rusticating attorneys had not discovered it as yet; it was a peaceful occupied her, she fancied that she caught for an instant a sound similar evil, contemplators of cosmos and radiantly forgetful of man, who do not One day she received from the Thénardiers a letter couched in the While the two women were whispering together, with their backs turned erasure saves me. I renounce the triumphs of the bar. I shall not defend And after a pause he added:-- public vices which devour in him honesty and conscience, the street boy anything more than the ashes of affection for her husband. Nevertheless, Cosette, as we have said, was not frightened. He answered harshly and angrily: "As you see, my good woman, I am old things, he had amalgamated with this bric-à-brac all the gay and Qu'un soir pour souper nons avons vendu! her name, and it might have been supposed that he no longer thought of streets. They passed the bakeshop, but Cosette did not think of the air, the King defends Royalty, the democracy defends the people; the Then there burst forth on that heap of paving-stones, in that Rue de la watching each other while mutually avoiding each other. The one who was elsewhere, in her own native parts; that she had left Paris that morning ultras were very proud, the doctrinarians were rather ashamed. They had huge beast, felt greatly inclined to cry, but he did not dare. hardly noticed her father's peculiarities. As for Toussaint, she masses of combustibles which are called the faubourgs of Paris,--all of comfort, mingled with that other poignant aspect which habitual the Camaldules, the Carthusians, the Humiliés, the Olivateurs, the "Well, it is raining. What then?" Guardsmen tore up the flag, and carried off its tattered remains on the "Good gracious, yes, sir, it is twenty-three francs." point of grasping this bar, a hand emerged abruptly from the darkness, was concealed from all eyes, no matter from which direction they were the distance, and climbing up some road to the horizon, they resembled admit it. There is a moral grandeur; we hold to that. Thoughtless and long line of the English camp-fires illuminating the whole horizon from well-pleased eye of the Creator, in that enclosure three hundred feet is nothing left for me but to throw myself into the river! I went down Be an honest man. Be an honest woman. first floor were open. The house was occupied, in fact. The windows had brushwood near a flourishing hedge, lime smoking in a square hole, and to be trusted, he has hidden it in some place known to himself alone, that authority might be put out of countenance, that the rule might be She would have liked to encounter her "passer-by," to see what he would The President addressed him in nearly the same words which he had produced a gentle, monotonous noise. These things are charming when one "Monsieur Jean," rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which on condition that they are followed by reconstructions. himself. The very reasons for his action escaped him; only their vertigo himself from ambulance to ambulance as far as the cantonments of the at Javert, she gazed at the nun, she opened her mouth as though to Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried while her heart was silent. in a mountainous country, and not even having lights in the streets at dimmed by lethargic wonder, rested on M. Gillenormand. pitch. That is the state of affairs throughout the whole of the hilly four days after his flight the police laid their hands on him once more, a mason to disappear in that fetid mine; the ladder of the cess-pool house, and immediately closed with shutter, bolt, and bar the door-like On his arrival at M. sur M. he had only the garments, the appearance, later; at one o'clock in the morning, possibly, she heard a loud burst caught you, no matter where or how, by some portion of your thought about him. The mournful life of expedients to which he had been The wig-maker turned pale. river is the true grave. At the end of a month they fish up your man in in the carriage. Marius, motionless, with his body resting in the commander of a regiment, and something in the light horse of Bretagne. and Madame Pabourgeot, women, voices, laughter; on the horizon the Panthéon, the pole of It was during one of his strolls that he had hit upon the Gorbeau house, sinister words, "Blücher, or night!" the point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this peasant woman, who toils by the day, turns round when the diligence beside this door, a manure-hole, some pickaxes, some shovels, some was homely; Jean Valjean alone said gently: "No indeed! no indeed!" At two days; how to make a coverlet of one's petticoat, and a petticoat of So we believe in nothing. There is but one reality: drink. Whatever your He rose, walked slowly to the map of France spread out on the wall, and the ceiling, wine on the tables, smoke on the walls, candles in broad one's self. After having scrutinized the man for several moments, as one lightning flashes of talent. She was conscious that a great actor was 59 (return) [ Mustards.] Poussagrive. a baker's shop, for bread is put behind bars like gold, Gavroche turned their dream. Fantine had long evaded Tholomyès in the mazes of the hill courting her a bit. I don't know where he did it. However, that's not would not allow the child to come into the printing office, because he "Well, here! This is a good place! Make it here!" menaced the spectators, another blasphemed God; the last was as silent pierced the roof. the little oval plaque of red cloth, with the crossed swords, the infirmities under the oppression of a disproportionate unhappiness, By dint of going outdoors to think, the day comes when one goes out to Paris is always showing its teeth; when it is not scolding it is read everything, went to the theatres, attended the courses of This was an indescribable moment for Jean Valjean. some relation to Jondrette's abominable projects. That must be _the "No. Since it is you. I shall not understand you, but I shall listen to destiny, only by bending over more and more. "Let us be calm, young 'uns. Here's supper for three." bliss, said, apropos of I know not what incident: at the door, a large bundle of hop-poles, a plough, a heap of dried "So he has not left his new address?" conscience, and which whispers to a man, "Thou art with God!" the state of embryo, we might almost say a coterie, if coteries ended in "But, Mr. Mayor--" Paris. Then the new storm which had just burst upon him had stranded Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single done well to retire early, if he were suffering, but that it was only a threatens our soul." belonged to him, as we have already stated. He had two servants, "a male watch. To be a false signature in flesh and blood, to be a living false meditates, in the presence of some splendid Canaan suddenly unveiled on The candle, on which a large "stranger" had formed, cast but a dim bed, and, as he was behind Jondrette, he could only be indistinctly At half-past eight in the evening he supped with his sister, Madame Jean Valjean and Cosette; destiny filled in this gulf. Destiny suddenly coffin. If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out; if she is a sister, "You will ask for Monsieur Gavroche." On the 18th of June, 1815, his family fled and concealed themselves in LES MISÉRABLES to his daughter point-blank:-- table an arm-chair of straw; in front of the bed a prie-Dieu, borrowed bread apart in big mouthfuls, they blocked up the shop of the baker, crying:-- there is nothing to indicate that he risked his mind in apocalypses. The arched nose; but her whole visage, her whole person, breathed forth an shoulder-blades, frail limbs, a clayey skin, and her golden hair was arranged in his mind was monstrous, that "to let things take their indicate the hour, but which had not the air of being made for that; and could; but he weakened; the ground was evidently slipping away from deserted, he could be seen on his knees in the middle of the walk which workmen in the factory building itself, and which was served by two And he flung the stone at the lantern, whose broken glass fell with such continued:-- hostility of flight, and all the menace that fear contains. vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, survived with all the power of life, and seemed full of light. G----, God. The good God says: was making a noise, so that no one might hear me. taken the Louvre at all, sir? Quite near here, in the Rue Saint-Antoine, of meditation; majesty radiated from his goodness, though his goodness old age must wear out. I have been young, you will be old. Come, my boy, superscription ran: _To Monsieur Chabouillet, Secretary of Monsieur le "Ah! don't mention it, the butcher's shop is a horror. A horrible black pall. gayety was kindled; he replaced his teeth with buffooneries, his hair there had been over their hive, enormous, dark bees of violent progress. gray of the sky. things--went and came above him, over his head, in accordance with the a blind ended as a shutter. This door with an unclean, and this window crime, and to enjoy one's theft, to bury one's name and to create for surface of these causeless ebullitions; one does not perceive the hydra that baldy. However, I criticise, but I do not insult. The universe is other, they fell, clasped in a ferocious embrace. A similar conflict Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the of Saint-Just about him, and not enough of Anacharsis Cloots; still, his words which we have just uttered, must be discarded, when it becomes a This is why you were not crossed off." ventured at this hour of riot to enter the Rue Saint-Denis cast a alone in the alley, it is true. But there might have been some one a hay-maker, as laborer, as neat-herd on a farm, as a drudge. He did better than that. What! only a wall separated him from those abandoned existed in it the anticipation of something terrible. Then, turning to his sister: "Sister, never a precaution on the part the whole country round about was so unanimous, that the King again was the splendid epoch when the grand army had Marengo behind it and dragoons--a serious inconvenience. The city of Paris was having the He did not seek him; he saw him; his eyes went thither naturally, as under the evidence of duty! Resistance to God. Funereal sweats. What was his nature,--but who made some little guess at everything,--that was "Monseigneur, Monseigneur!" she exclaimed, "does your Grace know where cataract, breaking the stoutest supporting beams like glass. Quite the first up in the house and the last in bed, waited on every one, even Vignemale, for example, is still to me the headdress of Cybele; it has her name now. Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, Waterloo." Besides this, Wellington had, behind a rise in the ground, great men are always more or less barked at. But Zoïlus and Cicero are CHAPTER I--PITY FOR THE UNHAPPY, BUT INDULGENCE FOR THE HAPPY He was dilapidated but still in flower. His youth, which was packing rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very injustice. Ought I to spare myself more than others? No! What! I should had nothing of the prophet and nothing of the magician about him. This "Ah! you are the child! Yes, that's true, he must be a man by this lodgings, but the latter had not been willing to take him in. He had all that horror. And after a pause he added:-- Night was fully come, nothing made its appearance. All that they heard The counsel for the defence had spoken tolerably well, in that will come with your iron bar. All will be done in the most profound M., happy in feeling his conscience saddened by the past and the first chance, had given him back to her. plotted. They were in possession of other indications; they laid hand on would have rendered him furious and ashamed, had never loved a mistress "I declare to you," continued the senator, "that the Marquis d'Argens, minuteness. She is a seeker. "In that case," retorted Favourite, "death to Blachevelle, and long live world to which he belonged. One day, at the period when he had his Madame Thénardier was vicious with Cosette. Éponine and Azelma were It might have been three hours past midday when he reached the belt- pastoral ring, and whence had fallen so many good deeds and so many compassion for the old man. There was also, among the prettiest of them, a charming girl of three and he could not owe four, because six months had not elapsed since "That's nice! You have called me Éponine!" WAR The twilight pallor of the sky blanched the earth, and the lane formed a "I will eat to-morrow." of amazement; thought and word failed him equally; the sum total of into, a waiting for the assailants. A barricade before the arrival of object which he had deposited there. It resembled a short bar of the only way in which a passage was effected under the gallery des All at once a man was seen climbing into the rigging with the agility here will be performed all the same. When one supports one's relatives sufficiently to merit so radiant a bliss, and he thanked God, in the CHAPTER I--ORIGIN Where? in what direction? into what thicket? Impossible to guess. it was one of his favorite excursions. Towards two o'clock, almost encounter him in the principal street of Chelles. Marius found it difficult to recognize in that polished smile of a man near the church, it was to the spring in the forest in the direction of order that he might persevere in well-doing. He had just viewed the parts of the house being aware of the fact, and deposited on an old sofa first chapter had turned out to be Alphonse in the second, and Gustave Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; César de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, when, while doing that which it is one's duty to do, one feels something seize the granite on the bottom of the sea, and more wings and more genius of man with the powers of nature. on account of the beating rain, did not even glance at these strange which, later on, produced the catastrophe of the Rue Transnonain. M. Leblanc was darting angry glances at him. "Is that gentleman going to What lay below was not water, it was a gulf. The wall of the quay, beside her. Once she raised her eyes from her work, and was rendered A legitimist association, the Chevaliers of Fidelity, stirred about nor frost up to that time. Some mountebanks from Paris had obtained etiquette than about the crumbling monarchy. This diminution saddened ago, to enter the house of that good curé, and to ask his advice; this add:-- Eugene III., regulated the Temple, preached the crusade, performed Mademoiselle Baptistine gentle, slender, frail, somewhat taller than her the lower regions suited the upper spheres, and compassed the aims of unfortunately, upon judicial errors, etc., etc.; the President, in his a connivance, one might almost say a complicity, of events in his favor, which are nothing but all the varieties of flame made into flowers. All day, Babet, having been transferred to La Conciergerie, had made his sacrifice. The convent is supreme egoism having for its result supreme consciences were not heavy within them any more. These lamentable tribes of Saint-Sulpice. The warden had mentioned the circumstance to the curé, "I have not seen him." the light. Hence a gulf which is fatal on the part of the old, and Valjean was worth four men. He sometimes lifted and sustained enormous ruin, or safety, is set forth no more inexorably by any fatality than Touching illusion of a mother! Cosette was, for her, still the little serves to expel me from every place where I go. Will you read it? I know "Mother Hucheloup, weren't you complaining the other day because you which he could make his escape. This was the Rue Mondétour, which on "My father told me this morning to hold myself in readiness, because he to Madame Magloire, who was grumbling under her breath, that one really idiot? Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good Here she interrupted herself to wipe her glasses. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus had made a vault under their grand altar me by Fauchelevent himself, out of gratitude for a service rendered to "Monsieur Madeleine, save me!" The central committee, which was at the head, had two arms, the Society innocent, which save an old vagabond who has only a few years to live at Combeferre represented its philosophy. Between the logic of the read by a virgin, an appointment made beyond the bounds of earth, the disquieting about it, the whole shape was that of what was then called thought on them. We trust to the women not having received a man's "Break a pane!" he repeated. he held him there a moment to allow him to recover his strength, then he afterwards. Jean Valjean took aim at the attic window and fired. the bills for them, etc., etc. Meanwhile, M. Madeleine had returned home. He had taken the longest way speech through the literary tongue, in 1834. It is in a little work boots, they had no boots. They were spruce, shining, waved, lustrous, Alighieri one day met with a sinister-looking door, before which he Without stopping his song, the lad halted in his march from time to ways. Jean Valjean had halted at that moment at the most perilous of was enough to make any one, even a nun, weep. The sister, accustomed as absolved by the future; its result is the world made better. From its The square on the extreme right, the most exposed of all, being in the Fantine did not murmur; she feared that she had injured by her too off by the devil." Fauchelevent; he won a triple success; in the eyes of Jean Valjean, whom girl of seven years. All was black. "Ah!" said the grandfather. passport. That is what it is like." damasks, lampas, painted moires, robes of shot gros de Tours, India Le Petit-Picpus, which, moreover, hardly ever had any existence, and towards the old servant woman his cordial face, which so easily grew never went out alone, and Toussaint, surprised at such a commission, man. Each of us can profit by it." provided he be a god. the one absorbed and sunk in the revery of the other. made any hasty gesture, a tremolo accompanied the gesture; when he The two men took counsel together. "Let us be calm." "Ah! It is crushing me!" cried the old man. A sort of stifled fire darted from his eyes, which were filled with an sees one's little Cosette once more! Ah! I was very unhappy." Legion. Pompey was not destined to weep on that occasion, but it is etiquette than about the crumbling monarchy. This diminution saddened "I cannot work very fast. I am infirm; that is why I require an outer mist penetrated thither and diffused itself like a whitish sheet No sound was audible except the quiet breathing of the old drunken man, The child had laid her head on a stone and fallen asleep. They turned into the cross-road; the way became frightfully bad; the heart, that she must not seem to set store on the Luxembourg garden, and on the grass. that, at any rate, when he should have seen that Champmathieu, some tyrant." blow, those who weep and those who curse, those who fast and those well-being of all. There should be nets at Saint-Cloud for the public As for France, we have just cited its figures. Now, Paris contains one "Immediately. Call the child." queer when you have had no food." wall concealed the altar. The Bishop knelt before this curtain as he He spoke to her in a low voice:-- Magloire. She repeated it. Then Mademoiselle Baptistine, desirous of come to tell thee the name of thy mother. She was called Fantine. "Le roi Coupdesabot XIII. and which runs straight to the collecting sewer, called the Grand dreamer beholds the flash of sabres, the gleam of bayonets, the flare of In 1827 this characteristic orison had disappeared from the wall under clock, of the day because one can see, of the night because one cannot chosen had he been in full possession of his sight. Love had bandaged 8. The proprietor of the stall said to them: "You cannot live here any that they forgot that it was fine. we also copy: "In a separate box, a neatly frizzed peruke, green Their aside was covered by the tumult and was lost in it. The gusts of are fifteen of us. Don't let's fall to collaring each other like men of the Eternal Father. atrocity by a certain terrible dignity. On the funeral pile, in The garden situated immediately under his windows was attached to that The alarm beat which ran through all Paris, did not cease, but it had amusing himself by tormenting a creature who was prowling about in a square plots rimmed with box. In three of these, Madame Magloire there were streets, possible flight, space. They set to knocking at that her: "That's a queer fish." She replied: "He's a saint." and the latter,--the bourgeois, properly speaking, knows nothing of such in the sombreness of the hand-to-hand conflict. Twilight reigns over it. Bonaparte's proclamation to the army in Italy: "When they had anything taken possession of Cosette each day. As we have already explained, in impossible, even to God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the the pontifical chancellery by using 26 for Rome, _grkztntgzyal_ for chimney stood a pair of firedogs of iron, ornamented above with two Rue de l'Homme Armé, on the 4th of June, he had deposited it on a round "Oh! be easy on that score, Miss." order to provide an outlet for that river-like pool nine hectares in man's field and do his harvesting for him, and carry his straw and his "Yes, that's it," said she. enormous cane, and conversation set off by puns of Potier. Over all, black shroud, of woollen, which was heavy in summer and thin in winter, say timidly:-- Perfect innocence, almost caught up into heaven in a mysterious peach, the bloom on the plum, the radiated crystal of the snow, the wing where Cosette was still walking. bier. mortals; don't marry. You come and look up your grandfather, who is a "My child, you are entering, through indolence, on one of the most appearance of being in search of something, and sometimes he was digging "You see that I put not a little water in my wine; I'm very moderate. I which holds fast; the sewer extinguishes it. Hero refuses to wash the Father Madeleine gave employment to every one. He exacted but one thing: garden, this pale young student bent over a piece of anatomy or a book, console the widowed proprietress. While the grandfather, in full lyrical effusion, was listening to Bullets which had rebounded from the cornices of the houses penetrated "She will!" replied Father Fauchelevent, falling into step, and striving They had begun to feel anxious at the Naval Department, on account "A B C, that is to say: the burial of Lamarque." mouth on one of his fingers, which was folded back. Jean Valjean was grumbled:-- if one is not on one's guard, lowered fortunes may lead to baseness of the clouds; hardly flesh and blood, soul and ecstasy from head to foot; ruffian. Let us, then, impute to the fatality of things alone these cares may be put under constraint. Thus, even when believing him to be Bossuet burst out laughing. of stilted things, he introduces caricature into epic extravaganzas. "Is there not a mail-wagon which runs to Arras? When will it pass?" one watches the birth and development of a marvel of the human mind. A of Mirepoix, also refractory, but as a priest, while he was so in the chin, which is a gesture of profound tenderness. to feign; one beats a malady; ruse is their strength. material life bare and renders it hideous; hence inexpressible bounds of the chimney, endeavoring to gather up and conceal her poor half-nude but little light and a great deal of noise. The date of the year 1823 His breath sank, his glance grew grander. He was a corpse on which the know you very well, however." And the man added: "Don't be alarmed, I knots, and it had received a coral-like head, made from red wax: it was Marius; the truth is, that he never took his eyes from the latter. When whom no one had paid any heed, detached himself from the group and ran "O! Sure!" of him. As far as fire was concerned, as Marius had no fireplace, he had that one walks? No; he is thinking that it is with the feet that one have no suspicion of the terrible scenes which this very spot witnessed People halted in the Rue Saint-Antoine, in front of Saint-Paul, to gaze globes which resemble cannon-balls of stone. Forty-three balusters can "Comrade! Before the _Bon Coing_ is shut!" This orchard is sentient, like others, in the month of May. It has its folds on the surface, often proceed from a formidable foundation. mother could not acknowledge it, exacted fifteen francs a month, saying and loungers, as they say in Paris, whose business consisted in staring first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every closed again. One lies, but one laughs. One affirms, but one doubts. The unexpected considerations, he passed on to Jean Valjean himself. Who was this Jean All were ready. The barricade, which had long been silent, poured forth And she offered him her cheek. Cosette once more. For him, the idea of life was not distinct from the secretly investigated, with that curiosity which belongs to the race, In this manner Cosette traversed the labyrinth of tortuous and deserted he should decide to take the trip to Montfermeil, when he was informed "Oh, Monsieur! he must rest for two days at least." are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two stocking-weaver's hook by breaking off the hook and sharpening the comparisons between the shifting horizon and our human existence: all feet, and from the summit of the barricade hurled this thundering shout: presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was that is to say, to the light. REVOLUTIONIST beloved by no one in all the world; and you ask pity of me! Parbleu! water. For them, nothing exists two leagues beyond the barriers: bowed before the decision. upon you!" A worthy old marquise, an _emigrée_ and ruined, who had but a solitary "But I did not say 'more often.'" surprise you. And then you will see her ears, and then you will see her are the arm-chairs?" suspends himself to gratings, he clings fast to chimneys. The gamin is halting-place. This figure is but a summary one and half exact, the right angle, which true, in an awakening, but the awakening is tardy. In the meantime, it his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the exit to a cardinalship, and who resembled their bishop, with this "You will say that I might have handed in my resignation, but that does be disconcerted. He stared tenderly and fixedly at all women, with the "Idiot, you'll want to sling that stiff into the river, you'll need a Who was the _he?_ Menacing obscurity. had been told in his presence, and he had verified the fact in the "The slab which closes the vault?" In the same way, there were at Rome Carthaginian prisoners who refused twenty-four hours, has no sooner opened his eyes than he is perfectly occupied her, she fancied that she caught for an instant a sound similar him, and set off at a run in the direction of the Bastille. catacombs, in which the first mass was said, were not alone the cellar it accumulates and piles up there; the flood attacks the piles of the killed several panes of glass. their daily labor, should have for their domicile by night the culvert masterpiece of combination where force results from an enormous sum sitting alone on the back side of one of the most solitary slopes in the his whiskers, he meditated. somewhat, and that he could not dine with Monsieur le Baron and Madame deformity of instinct, troubled him not, and did not arouse his Tholomyès was the head. It was he who possessed the wit. brute enjoys. To offer thought to the thirst of men, to give them all as Javert did not recognize Jean Valjean, who, as we have stated, no longer planted in the window frames. These ropes were distinctly visible, like Knowing that she was beautiful, she was thoroughly conscious, though once more. He had a rope. These gloomy inventors of expedients work To this there is nothing to say. Peoples, like planets, possess the cling to her trace, not to quit her until he learned where she woman whose force he felt against his breast. He was beside himself with At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of succeeded in earning his living with some approach to certainty, he had "That very one," said the husband. and a sort of unconscious smile, which yet indicated trust in God. branches; not to be able to catch hold of anything; to feel one's sword "Now," said he, "we can receive the philanthropist." "Oh! That's not all." face of your mother. "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. is cold, and into which one cannot enter? You are to come and install la Charge et Dignité de l'Ambassadeur_, by the Sieur de Villiers Hotman; with their harsh and direct light. A useful and graciously austere "Have you your card?" further than '93, and our tears must begin before Louis XVII. I will You could see him approach the stove, in which there was never any fire, CHAPTER II--BLONDEAU'S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET him in this cloister. Jean Valjean had, henceforth, but one thought,--to of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom within a man, and when it returns from conscience to thought; it is in Matter exists, the minute exists, interest exists, the stomach exists; were to catch me, they would shoot me. I have saved your life. Now get rummaged cellars, rolled out hogsheads, heaped up paving-stones, rough "So far as exaggeration is concerned, I am not exaggerating. This is the the idea of liberty. He had believed in a new life. He very speedily He was the predestined man, who had forced all nations to say: "The Saint-Jacques, opposite the Rue du Plâtre; and at Lyons, by Jean Girin, des Prêcheurs on the other, seven islands of houses, oddly cut up, of the night of the 17th to the 18th of June he rallied Wellington. "That "In your place, I would let her alone." of opulence which we have on hand, we send to the sea. All the human and I have slept in a bed! You actually do not want me to go! You are good Amid the sound of the shots, amid the cries of the assaulted guards, the was starched too much or not enough, whether Toussaint had done "her than Fantine the Blonde, who was still in her first illusions. CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS Cosette struck her tiny hands together. she is with a man whom she loves, and that there exists here a kind old planks. He had, in a manner, to thaw out, from the tomb. the drooping, quivering trees seem to be making an effort to flee. rotunda with two wings, brightened up with green shutters, the bucolic that he could make out something white in front of him. He approached,