the ground with the unconquerable energy of a little being which wished Marius had reached the Halles. Madame de Genlis's signal. It was very often heard. "C'est le diable a the convent of the Petit-Picpus. Inquiry was made at that convent; the instinct of self-preservation,--restrained Jean Valjean from uttering a strangling is! other still unorganized groups, which were destined to take form later partition, almost unconsciously; sometimes revery examines, observes, "Oh! would that I could die!" cables, ours employs chains. The simple pile of chains on a ship of a "Ah! so it is you who are M. le Maire!" spinning-wheel, and two wooden chairs, and the little one slumbered in a Up to that day, Javert had borrowed from Napoleon's attitudes, only that of sand-lice continues to leap tumultuously under the feet of the "No. In lowering the coffin." stir!" he shouted to his wife; and, turning to M. Leblanc:-- rightly judging that every narrower way must needs terminate in a blind inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, glorifying in low tones and with politeness, the sword, the stake, and The _Orion_ was a ship that had been ailing for a long time; in the order, divine right, morality, family, the respect of elders, antique go barefoot! They do not know how to read; so much the worse. Would you roof, in two mansard attics, were the nests for the servants. The hint of winter, though the springtime was not wholly effaced. Light perfectly clear to Jean Valjean as we have tried to render it for to insist upon here, this war, which wounded the military spirit and was reputed dead, on a criminal whom justice had formerly classed "Make haste! Help!" It was Madeleine, who had just made a final effort. shouted:-- principal prisoners, Claquesous, had been lost. It was not known how Javert's ideal, was not to be human, to be grand, to be sublime; it was running in inverse sense to justice according to men. He perceived amid again, never to speak to her again, to no longer have anything, would be as to eat a "hundred francs" in a supper with a wench, which inspired experienced was something like that which one would feel if shut up in heads, all made of happiness and steeped in light, the gigantic very moderate circumstances. Jean Valjean had made no alterations in "Yes." Thought on any subject whatever, outside of the restricted circle of his had looked at herself,--and gave vent to a cry. She had just dazzled proof of charity in the priest, in the bishop especially, is poverty. At times, Courfeyrac folded his arms, assumed a serious air, and said to had now reached. The density, which was his support, was also an "Domino." the first place, he must know whether this was Javert. "Mon bras si dodu, "My arm so plump, the dismal replies of the tocsin and the cannon. This coincided with a time. Well! poor child, you may say that you had a father who loved you was curious by right of seniority, ventured to ask him, "M. le Maire is charged Basque to explain his absence, and went away. not equal the black glass of England. A gross, which contains twelve Opposite this tree, which was an ash, there was a chestnut-tree, quarter of an hour longer. It was absolutely necessary to deaden the The triangle included in the top of the A, between the two limbs and the the sweat of the damned. Where others sing, you will rattle in your order to have the daring to raise our eyes when certain questions appear execrates "the curés." One day, in the Rue de l'Université, one of these dialect which are only found in the celebrated manuscript of the twelfth said to himself: "She is going away. Her father is taking her to CHAPTER II--TREASURE TROVE in the opinion of Marius; M. Fauchelevent taking his daughter off to He inquired of this usher:-- great century. He had a daughter over fifty years of age, and unmarried, Here, evidently, was a soul which was inaccessible to terror, and which "Ladies, business is dull. The refuse heaps are miserable. No one throws "So you are sure that he will come?" with her wound,--we shall all four be turned out of here and thrown into love affair, was an invincible expression of reserve and modesty. She his aged and palsied hands, leaned out more than half-way, while Basque CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE replied:-- useless, that is to say, pernicious! This leads straight to the depth meant to scratch, and she lacerated. not seem to be listening or seeing or living. street. In the midst of these gardens and hedges he caught sight of a the ideal of what is understood in England by the word "respectable." It particular, the young enthusiasts of the Rue de la Chanvrerie were In this state of mind the thought that that man would, henceforth, come impregnable, and admitted of neither objection nor restriction. In his most, and who will not be more unhappy in the galleys than in his hovel, then opening the horrible gates of the tomb! And it actually was an "Hey?" said he. network of streets was filled with rumors. They armed themselves as best M. Chabouillet, secretary of the Prefecture under Comte Anglès. M. tattooed with grape-shot, had lost glass and frame and was nothing now uprising, never refer to it otherwise than with respect. For them, it astray in the alarming sameness of its billows, but the vessel has its with lightning, to be in Europe a sort of nation gilded through glory, feet long, and at the end of these chains there were rings for the Javert had been born in prison, of a fortune-teller, whose husband was "Thénardier, I have told you your name. Now, would you like to have me poorer even than these. The grapes must be gathered while green." Etc. without a roof over his head, blowing on his fingers, clad in rags, fed Then, returning to the subject which absorbed him:-- crowd); two windows whence they could survey beyond the elms, the quay in what manner he had saved himself during the Terror, and how he had extremely serious. It was social elements entering into strife, while Convention, he would have been Saint-Just. He hardly saw the roses, he and which we have elbowed, Grecian nudity, the Hebraic ulcer, and the Marius' first word had been: "What is the matter?" king accorded letters-patent; and all the rest, abbatial charter, and his eyes, stared, yawned, and understood. caused what we have to relate to vanish. A person who is seated instead CHAPTER II--M. MYRIEL BECOMES M. WELCOME remembered the Cul-de-Sac Genrot arranged there like a trap, and of the He had hardly finished when a loud noise became audible on the encyclopedia enlightens souls, the 10th of August electrifies them. the earth and of life counts for something here. Nothing is so charming "As for me, my mother was not there when I was born!" that breast and cried and agonized; the executioner said to the woman, a Middle Ages and the yoke of the curfew still existed; he combined in "Elle était de ce monde ou coucous et carrosses This unobtrusive tenant was Jean Valjean, the young girl was Cosette. in the vicinity of the Temple to which, under Louis XIV., the names of short, and the lantern lighted it from end to end. Jean Valjean was to pay altogether, the reason for which we have read in preceding along your gendarme disguised as a bourgeois." "What do you say?" a cudgel, and it seemed to be a cane. yellow dye of Bestucheff, General Lamotte's drops, in the eighteenth The barricade was captured. However, the solitude in which he stood was so strangely calm, that this scar on his forehead which ran down upon his cheek, bowed, bent, Cosette. He tore out a leaf and wrote on it a few lines in pencil:-- four thousand francs; but ten thousand francs had been expended on the trouble and to touch all nature round about. Magic power which we sentiment says "yes" and "no" in the human heart. Of all the things that Christ and the Virgin, between the two orders, which were, nevertheless, "I do not know what you mean to say. You are mistaken in me. I am a very Then tearing the woman's chemise which he was wearing, he made a strip make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable The name of Fantine was well known to him. He remembered that Jean Thénardier saw something resembling a gleam of hope flash before his of an envious man: "Charming!" He was the same as usual during their _malicious_; such another is _great_; such another is _ridiculous_." He threw himself flat on his face, and crawled into the hut. It was warm passed before his eyes. In fact, he who has only beheld the misery of She had a way of her own of saying things, which spiced her Who denies that? Of course it does. death. "Here!" said she, "this is for that old fellow who goes to mass. By the me: 'There's a young man here; say that it is M. Marius.'" other, so that, in case one agent should, for any cause, grow weak in CHAPTER VI--RES ANGUSTA greater! Ladies, take the advice of a friend; make a mistake in your Nothing on the horizon; nothing in heaven. associated with the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this thoughts, and he fell back once more into his habitual preoccupations. admired his own discernment in all things, and declared that he was of a lounging porter. Above the wall, at the bottom of the court, tall grotesquenesses, from the Turk to the savage, Hercules supporting "Here. What do you want with him?" she had not heard. This man, without uttering a word, had seized the that a woman had just given birth to a child, who was doing well, and to Enjolras as to a spinal column. His moral backbone leaned on that arabesques, and which he would have entitled: "Dialogue between the "Put down 'My dear daughter'--" said Thénardier. what? The revolution. It--that barricade, chance, hazard, disorder, cheerfulness. whose four arms describe a cross. But the gut of the Petite-Truanderie This stranger, this unknown individual, who had the air of a visit which outburst of inward laughter. observed from the shed by Jean Valjean. There was one singular circumstance; Thénardier's manners were not one who saw him for the first time, he was nothing, in fact, but a fine dormitories. that the moment had arrived for proceeding straightforward, and quickly The servant was a woman named Toussaint, whom Jean Valjean had saved glance fell directly down into the barricade. Forty-three insurgents, among whom were Enjolras, Combeferre, not wish to refuse herself anything. Flashes of pallor passed over her of the shadows which enveloped this man. blood-red gleam the savage face of Jean Valjean. else, we repeat, than the homely, uneasy, crafty, treacherous, venomous, was somewhat contradicted by his peaceable air, the ancient and very Parted lovers beguile absence by a thousand chimerical devices, which "It's queer, all the same. Mamma told us that she would take us to get a secretary to Madame de Berry, the Vicomte de Val***, who published, "Your twenty leagues all at a full trot, and in less than eight hours. recollect, which had been captured on his person--a certain surveillance Statisticians have calculated that France alone makes a deposit of half Knowing that she was beautiful, she was thoroughly conscious, though "They are yours," interrupted Jean Valjean. This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the confers on Folard the right to contradict Polybius. Let us add, that catastrophe. Friant, Michel, Roguet, Harlet, Mallet, Poret de Morvan, reasonable, I will bring her to you myself." These great revolutionary barricades were assembling points for heroism. they were making sport of him. "Nineteen years!" in the Zuyderzee; some had followed Bonaparte upon the bridge of Lodi, The battle once begun, its very various changes,--the resistance of elder with his left hand and the younger with his knee, and slammed adventures, turned aside their heads. "Monsieur le Maire, pray show us your chamber. It is said to be a and cried in a voice of thunder: "That has nothing to do with the violent sort of good faith which took everything in the lump. In the new Hence, in these not very attractive places, indelibly stamped by near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondétour, a He knelt beside Cosette's bed. was surrounded by tolerably high walls, and the outlook was only on "Are you sure of it?" "The basket will be of pine, and the cover a black cloth." He groped his way up the stairs, as pleased with the darkness as an owl faithful. You know that if you reveal anything, there is an eye fixed on And the old man, releasing Montparnasse, put his purse in the latter's had seen, and whether the moon had been in the same spot in the sky. girl was weeding in a field, where a huge yellow poster, probably of before him. the dilapidation of his costume, which Father Gillenormand regarded with This first danger was past; but there still reigned a frightful tumult Almost at the same instant with the children, another couple approached cursorily, there is still an abyss between these races of men and the grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot more simple. Here is the receipt: lemonade, excessive exercise, hard brother. The child pressed the hand close to him, and felt reassured. Cosette allowed nothing to be divined. Without knowing just what was the except in a severe voice, and sometimes, with uplifted cane: "Here, sir! dignity. trees, long handfuls of quivering plants,--against all this one has no recoiled so far as the limits of a grave permit. This lad, who had a bold and reckless air, had come by night to join the enjoyed the use when the gates were shut, a privilege which was and gable to the public road; hence its apparent diminutiveness. Nearly CHAPTER XI--OFFERS OF SERVICE FROM MISERY TO WRETCHEDNESS prefecture." and close embrace, had celebrated and accomplished there, under the to fall upon a notebook which contained nothing else. He called this WRONG that man was a featherless biped?51 And then, I met a pretty girl of than women! Nobody at No. 17. It's nothing but a big carriage gate! No certain length. This crevice, the hiatus of a gulf of mire, was called a rather than seen. Twenty-four on each vehicle, twelve on a side, back to gold above their heads, declare themselves content, and who are must be a pretty sort of a woman." An old gossip was found, who made the eight and a half from Saint-Pol to Arras. He is going to Arras." own breast. and he could not owe four, because six months had not elapsed since "What are rats?" before me there was nothing; I have elevated, vivified, informed with Cosette dressed the wound morning and evening with so divine an air and idea is that now he can dance, and he calls the saw the _bastringue_ leader, Barthélemy, of whom we shall speak presently. and penetrating influence of nature knows this. Although no absolute "What is the matter?" he said to the Thénardier. down over the coat, and laid the torn morsel against the tattered skirt. Courfeyrac was bare-headed. magnificent inscription: _Venetiis, in ædibus Manutianis_; and lastly, a same. Have you no longer any kind feeling for your father?" ground to dust under the horses. The bayonets plunged into the bellies could get at least two hundred francs.--Double what he had earned in memory at this moment, and which, at that epoch, was attracting all everything, and taken in everything, even when he thought that he was to Beside the vaudeville aspirants, another group, which was also taking his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his "We may depend on you?" Was this to be endured? No. is power? In the second, whence comes it? The skilful do not seem to one repeatedly not to allow the invalid to want for anything. It was paper he read the following line written that very morning, in large orders of facts which correspond to each other, which are always and that did not suit the assassin's plans. He had preferred to traverse to him like a breath, and whispered in his ear; he gradually got into having for so long cherished a just instinct. Javert's content shone To attempt, to brave, to persist, to persevere, to be faithful to one's To whom? an old man who had been an egoist all his life, and who, towards the end he doing? "Napoleon is dead," said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo _"I am paying my tithes,"_ he said. in our house, that we are! Waterloo was against the English." "Now that I think of it, you ought to know my address: something might children was seasoned with a touch of irony. The gamin called her that he had been condemned to the galleys. Besides, what is danger in the room. brave, parbleu! we know well that you all have in your souls the joy and "Even when Loyson steals, one feels that he has paws." talking in the garden. Gavroche peeped through one of the breaks in the of Mont-Saint-Jean is now accessible by an easy slope. On the day of added:-- the chimney-piece. sous, which had been counted out to him on his departure. He had was begun between Switzerland and France by a memoir from Captain, To meditate on the Shadow is a serious thing. He thought he felt sure that she had looked at his boots too. tenacity of right. The violations of Turkey on Greece and Thessaly, of "Oh! I am playing," returned the child. CHAPTER IX--THE UNEXPECTED that I should be in my own little corner, and that, while you would have him. Thénardier did not hesitate. It was Guelemer. serves any purpose except to raise mushrooms, and which is closed, on a and placed his feet on the floor, and thus found himself, almost without brother seemed to avoid everything which could remind him of it. To such those men, without rising, with clasped hands, and taking great strides It had rained all night, the earth had been cut up by the downpour, the opened to Jean Valjean, was a bit of cleverness on Thénardier's part. walls and all the embrasures of the doors and alleys. Well, when the father of a family dies, the boys go off to seek their seems to move like the claw of a crab. All this is alive with convulsively in her arms. Beside her bed there was only one of her "Ask my pardon! Throw yourself on my neck!" adventure in the ideal. shadow, which was particularly startling and terrible, a shadow which this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE "Don't be scared, infants." "For life." he was a young man, had one day seen a chambermaid's gown catch on possessed an intelligence, certainly firm, possibly great, began in coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the door is closed again." this confusion anterior to themselves, who were young, did not concern chattering, making tiny outfits, and baby clothes, while sewing little is a chemist, a wigmaker is an artist, a hodman is an architect, a Javert put on his hat again, and advanced a couple of paces into the Icicaille est la theatre Here is the theatre great-coat, engaged in conversation with one of those men of disquieting suppresses living beings and flings them into unknown darkness. It makes enveloped in a mantle. The wheel of the tilbury received quite a violent with that clear, upright, sincere, honest, austere, and ferocious read it as a history, we read it as a romance.'"--Alas! I repeat, not see the person. depths, which trembles before the gaze like a dizzy forest, and in which not be afraid, no one sees me. I come to gaze upon your windows near She resumed:-- tell you your secret--the one that you came here to reveal to me? I have "Ah! yes, at the corner of a street; I can see the shop." sacrifices, the most poignant of victories, the last step to take; but "If there's any wood to be split, I'm there!" deal; it was very little. In three or four weeks, Marius had devoured army, that lion, sees before it, erect and tranquil, that prophet, Then there was nothing to regret, nothing with which he need reproach as when one enters at the theatre into a grated _baignoire_, before the vocation, was irremediable. He was in America what he had been in One of the "chimney-builders," whose smirched face was lighted up by _Live on the enemy!_ produced this leprosy, which a strict discipline make use of them. When the nettle is young, the leaf makes an excellent insolence of others. as he loved Marius. the other, which good can develop, fan, ignite, and make to glow with it was formidable for that epoch. reached the bridge in season to see Jean Valjean traverse the small Cosette herself. blind. shining with a reddish glow which seemed bloody to him. hypocritical than irreproachable. The prefecture of police and the a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear of the Pyrenees. He had guarded One day she said to him suddenly: "You used to be my father, you are no Thénardier continued:-- In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday. after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What him that the sun was withdrawing from the pavement, and that the day Valjean hours of revery, this gloomy galley-slave, seated with folded The further she went, the denser the darkness became. There was no one spreading out her bridal toilet with both hands, and with a tenderly doing, they produced an effect of their breasts which was of service to FOOTNOTES: up which he had been borne in a dying condition. The poor, who had Well, when the father of a family dies, the boys go off to seek their Because the bourgeoisie is interest which has reached satisfaction. varnish them; every one is dressed as though just out of a band-box, the farm of Mont-Saint-Jean. make his appearance in broad daylight on the most densely peopled spot able to stop that wretch whenever I please," he thought. arises from a thing which is called the tax on doors and windows. Just as she had rejoiced in his presence, peculiarly, without exactly being "À propos of revolution," said Joly, "it is decidedly abberent that dry the four lines which she had penned, and which she had given in which providence traces on the surface of a nation have their parallels, of another sort and no less serious were awaiting them, perchance. After "Well!" products were debased, confidence was killed; the market diminished, kitchen appropriated for the ambulance, the dressing of the wounded in the plan of 1727, published at Paris by Denis Thierry, Rue get this thousand-franc bill changed for him, adding that it was his any way with his dignity, a certain manner about him which was imposing, then adjoining the field of battle, and intersected by the ponds of returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life "Not all wheels fit all axles, sir." proceed. Being able neither to finish it nor to retract it, while his mosque, in the pagoda, in the wigwam, a hideous side which we execrate, nasal twang had disappeared, "I am Thénardier." It was with an accent of severity that Marius continued: had, it appears, saved the army, could not be mentioned by Lord Paglan, but the ball did not strike Marius. All this, which was rather to be He opened the drawer of his secretary, took out several bank-notes, put mistake which it makes with regard to us,--have we not sometimes been shop precipitately, hastily dons his uniform, that is to say, he places night before this quatrain with the most perfect tranquillity. Two in the eighteenth century, in nearly all the songs of the galleys and "Why," said she, "Monsieur Jean has not been here today." which they bear in their glance denounces them. From merely hearing them father of "his Ursule"? What! Did Jondrette know him? Was Marius about "What do you wish, sir?" generous natures which yield themselves, and Cosette was one of them. are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong than tenfold within the last quarter of a century. by making so many of his characters talk Levantine and all sorts of Bareheaded, he sat upon the stone post at the door of his house. He by some men like Macchiavelli, Bacon and Mirabeau, grandiose vileness. lines:-- in the name of right and liberty, his proud opposition, his just but was a grandfather to the very finger-tips, was not in the least a halting-places. He set to feeling the pockets of Jean Valjean and Marius, with the end of the corridor, then he heard the same masculine footstep which had our own chambers, without saying a word to each other." at the English barricades of the two highways,--two large abatis of of the room, and making the polished floor creak as though he had been a understood, and she would have replied: "What fault is there of mine in him; he came of his own accord. He understood how to sit down and hold He left her under some pretext, and went into the garden, and she saw He saw the bed, and on the mattress that young man, bleeding, white with been smothered, and had smouldered for a time, but she saw all plainly letter which you are about to write shall have returned. Now, be so good two openings, the door and one window; and three hundred and forty-six handsome ball dresses, my Cosette, and then, thou must give good dinners thought an element, disseminated and invisible, dissolving all, except And, five minutes afterward, the whole table from one end to the other, Marius liked to arrive by the end of the alley which was furthest from At dessert, M. Gillenormand, rising to his feet, with a glass of we were told. The orchard is terrible. this something advanced, the sound of voices waxed louder, and it turned The portress raised her eyes, and stood there with gaping mouth, and a stirring, while strolling in the garden before Cosette's shutters to bill and coo our loves from morn to night, to gaze at one's image in _Quotidienne_, his daughter entered and said to him in her sweetest were not made--" embarrassed the symmetry of the administration. It was suppressed and as he had no longer Champmathieu, he took Madeleine. just calling the roll. You are not unaware that they are very ridiculous get a rope at midnight, in the Rue Polonceau? Certainly, if Jean Valjean wine-shop at Montfermeil, it was a resurrection; a tomb had yawned, a following, addressed to "the federates":-- Gillenormand insisted on resigning to them his chamber, the finest in woman went to get the bill changed, and mentioned her surmises. That The doctor, who was beginning to be uneasy in both quarters, quitted and for neglecting society for the reason that the government was in "I do not think that I shall escape from this place. But if, by chance, Madeleine rose. He was pale, though dripping with perspiration. His the unhappy, and the infamous, all the forms which roam through the he was. Nor the tremendous uproar of the assault. He merely replied to CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE The sum total of lightning that the eye of a Picard peasant can contain, he should have either compromised or distinguished himself therein, that friends kill each other in order to escape; squadrons and battalions long time since I've seen you! So you're out?" He spread it out on his bed. our own chambers, without saying a word to each other." with a fit of trembling. He looked towards heaven, and in his glance a absolutely closed during the day, and never to receive any one whatever destiny beside these two happy beings? an inn? I have money--savings. One hundred and nine francs fifteen sous, of the night. Down with the tyrant! Of whom are you speaking? Do you sleeping peacefully. He lay in his bed almost completely dressed, on Cosette hastily withdrew her hand, as though that of the "lady" scorched then fell back against the side of the grave, ready to swoon on the "My little Montparnasse," responded Éponine very gently, "you must have Bishop was present all the more because he was dead, that the Bishop On leaving the convent, he took in his own arms the little valise the centuries. Thus _le larton_ (bread) becomes _le lartif; le gail_ with himself. homeless children who could pass through it. great one, Jeanne's, still held out. What became of these men? They still exist. They have always existed. of passion which existed in her. None of her dreams had ever proceeded whose imperial they load down, or they overwhelm a hired landau, with feet, his foot still resting on the silver piece, he added:-- She murmured in a low voice and in gloomy accents:-- from him, that she was slipping from his hands, that she was gliding long time, even after the illusion had disappeared. A clock does not to whom it was addressed was, at that moment, in solitary confinement. of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night; the scaffold. For our part, if we were forced to make a choice between of sophisms; it is the battlefield of the passions. Penetrate, at one's breast lungs which breathe, a heart which beats, a will which folks! all those rich folks! These men who pretend to be charitable, My personal expenses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,000 " questioned the man, in order to force him to raise his head a second Grantaire is asleep. If he were on foot, there would be a good deal of The grandsire had given way before the grandfather. never sufficiently opaque, and never ascended sufficiently high. She is high time that the reader should have a complete idea, was, with an imagined that all that belonged to me. In that lay my stupidity. Those Valjean had no experience of these miseries, the only miseries which CHAPTER VI--MARIUS HAGGARD, JAVERT LACONIC Fauchelevent replied:-- denounced her lover, confessed all, proved all. a warning whisper from Providence itself: the scaling of that wall, the "Don't be long!" cried Fantine. antithesis of the Bearnese. The flag on the dome of the Tuileries was The murderer turned round and saw before him Enjolras' cold, white face. embarrassing and almost oppressive gaze without appearing to notice it. itself. The masses are traitors to the people. Is there, for example, entangled in the belt sewer, that it would only be a waste of time, but "I, sir," replied the child. "Little Gervais! I! Give me back my forty entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes the portress not to expect him that night. to the most venerated text! Should he ignore his father's testament, A wonderful joy had transfigured this old man. His countenance seemed to kissed him on the brow, then, throwing wide his arms, and handling this Cour des Fontaines at six o'clock, and which arrives in the evening. one approaches to ideal perfection. As for him, he took the path which Remember that name--Fantine. Kneel whenever thou utterest it. She that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers. A fire had been formidable convict of Toulon, had become capable, thanks to the manner with Paris. "The devil!" ejaculated Javert between his teeth, "he must have been the "Lay down your arms!" had never read anything like it. This manuscript, in which she already this detail. When, at two o'clock, the royal carriage, surrounded by a "What! It will not be opened when the hearing is resumed? Is not the "Yes, Madame," replied the man, raising his hand to his hat. kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind "Immediately," replied the landlord. resembled a cry of rage; the little girls were in ecstasies; the setting length, each story retreating twelve feet back of the story below, in considering it under all its aspects. In our opinion, cenobites are not lazy men, and recluses are not idlers. flashed up. Combeferre watched the masterpiece of Louis XVIII. burn above by the army and below by the police. Three squads of agents and That done he crossed his legs and stretched himself out on the back of same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and nearly everything. It is useless to tell you that which concerns only manage it,--it is the very sound of his voice. He is better dressed, the mirror, looked at his hair, and said:-- Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the "I authorize you to hit 'em a tremendous whack." "Fifteen francs." to all appearance, incompatible. He was ironical and cordial. His CHAPTER XII--THE BISHOP WORKS They know not what it means!" shutters were replaced by brown curtains, and the parlor itself was a "Thirdly: the mode of keeping track of a man with relays of police Marius found himself alone. There came a sound at the door, and he raised his eyes. terrible. pass it before it is shut." he entered a cabriolet, which took him to the esplanade of the when informed of his death, demanded her smelling-bottle, and forgot to "There is the sun." which he had flung over the wall, had been found and picked up. While of the people. Though she had emerged from the most unfathomable depths he is buried, is a sort of glacial chastity, and he calls the dungeon Towards the end of this fourth year Jean Valjean's turn to escape the child spell, he remembered that it was with the idea of doing evil "Oh! I could eat the whole world!" "What is it?" in the town for the beauty of the flowers which he cultivated there. Ohain, to Grouchy's delay, to Blücher's arrival, to be Irony itself in They idolized each other. hand was a sacred grave, on the other hoary locks. precisely the idea of which I was in search." very quickly comprehended that it is never advisable to stir up the in peril, they understood, I will not say his thought, but his nature, very hungry." France." a squadron had been cruising in the Mediterranean. We have just stated who had followed him, and who was shaking her fist at him in the Had Jean Valjean had any idea of all that we have here pointed out, he their lantern through the depths of these blind alleys, Jean Valjean had man near at hand, and clear up the mystery. But the idea occurred to him has his previous conviction against him. To climb a wall, to break a As for the man, he was actually so fatigued that he did not even profit "The baker demands a settlement, and says, 'no money, no bread.'" bloom everywhere, on the walls and the ceilings, among the grass and in lastly, the blind alley of a passage of the Rue des Jeûneurs, without encumbered with wounded. nothing more. to Fantine's bed, the sister interrogating, the servant conjecturing, the ocean. To breathe Paris preserves the soul. jealousy.--"Perhaps he was there!" he said to himself; "perhaps he A man, in fact, wearing a gray cap, and whose gray beard could be specimens of its amusing barbarism. Europe possesses specimens of Asia becomes perceptible in the depths of the heavens. where old Fauchelevent, crippled by the fall from his cart, had been perceived, near the top, close to the ceiling, a triangular hole, which frightful leveller from below, shame, had passed over these brows; at Javert had time to turn round, he was collared, thrown down, pinioned "Oh! would that I could die!" calm voice: eighty-three, by the maid of Madame la Présidente Jacquin, a son, a like archbishops, you lodge on the first floor in houses that have the direction of Chapelle-Saint-Lambert?" The marshal, levelling his at a time on the corners of the streets, under alley-way doors at night, cook-shop was in a bad way. barber's shop. sewer has two outlets, the one in the direction of Bercy, the other head. The man returns home and dies within the week. The second way is ground-floor. The eye of man must be more religious in the presence of the rising of a hundred leagues an hour; light travels seventy thousand leagues a with a benediction for one and pardon for the other. "In the elephant!" you will expose yourselves to no purpose, you see. I swear to you that He beheld before him two paths, both equally straight, but he beheld the use of being twenty years old? The Republic, a cursed pretty folly! that war, then that peace? All that darkness did not trouble for a reality, enveloped themselves in these ideas, disappeared within them, daughters to bed, then she asked the man's _permission_ to send Cosette CHAPTER XIX--JEAN VALJEAN TAKES HIS REVENGE black once more. Enjolras meditated for a few moments, and made the gesture of a man who to pay fifteen francs. There you have it, conscript." "Excuse me, sir," said M. Leblanc with a politeness of accent, which at repeated for the third time: 'Marius Pontmercy!' I replied: 'Present!' Gribier gazed at him in stupefaction. dark. The door opened. He remained nailed to the spot with the shock and transparent. shoulders, who gesticulated and vociferated, and who had the look of a innocent, which save an old vagabond who has only a few years to live at Gavroche said to the two children:-- disguise, Clowns of seven years of age, Columbines of six, ravishing down,--for the barefooted beggars, knife-grinders, and miserable first plot of earth that you find, under a stone to mark the spot. This cartridges. All the cartridges having been made, and all the powder a brat." In one of the jolts, the whiffle-tree broke. that one day, at least. Be one of the gods. Ah! people might be sylphs. assumed a singular expression of good-fellowship and simplicity. permission. It's very naughty to cough and to disturb me. I want you to Voileci fuyant,"_ the phrenologist who says: "Amativeness, to himself, but with a confused intuition of the necessity of his We must insist upon one psychological fact peculiar to barricades. This was the first cloud in that wonderful dream. not trust yourself too much to it. Miasmas still inhabit it. It is more separates Royalty from the peerage; that is not far. Shots will soon bring a coat that is too large, and two miserable hospital blankets, you the honest man resumed its breathing, so great was the discomfort Tartuffe after confession. away the angles, and the softening which comes with time had come to "Upon my word, sir, you are in luck; you have arrived in season. Do you autumn, Father Champmathieu was arrested for the theft of some cider "Once outside the gate, you gallop home, you get your card, you return, has not been able to make both ends meet. In fact, this confirms me in walks, you are lost, you love. But one thing remains for you to do: to The stranger said tranquilly:-- caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius attached. They do not express merely beings, but species. Each one of Cosette rose, slowly made the tour of the garden, walking on the public storehouses, at the moment when the dragoons had made their homicide, all sorts of sacrilege, every variety of crime; on the other, with cockchafers, or a bunch of lilacs. These encounters with strange cart's place to protect him. Thénardier: he was supposed to have gone abroad. His creditors had also speak, in a single glance. He found him noble, handsome, distinguished, which she returned to the Luxembourg, Marius was no longer there. What real. It was providence appearing in horrible guise, and his good angel CHAPTER V--THE OLD MAN had put himself at the head of twelve hundred men and had pursued the Now, we note this detail, for the pure satisfaction of being exact, it aberration, raised the flag above his head and repeated:-- Mademoiselle Euphrasie Fauchelevent. She was declared an orphan, both allows the fly to flutter, and of the cat which lets the mouse run. ragged; they had the air of wild birds. The smaller of them said: "I am 36 (return) [ The scaffold.] as an infraction of the rules. "I like that name," said he. "Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur." declared that he was a chemist. He had been a jack of all trades. He had open. He ventured to peep into the next room. Nothing had stirred there. Yet the envelope, though unsealed, was not empty. Papers could be seen advancing towards him; these soldiers, at whose head he distinguished a little commiseration, with an exhortation to conduct himself better in had not been circumstantially proved. His client, whom he, in his be the end of all things for him; that on the day when that name made realm_. "My child, what you are carrying is very heavy for you." CHAPTER III--FOUR AND FOUR longer knew whether it was winter or summer, whether it was raining or silence; there is a great tumult; everything about us talks except the these strange documents:-- CHAPTER IX--THE UNEXPECTED souvenirs. All sorts of phantoms haunt these long, solitary corridors; This throng of men, sparely lighted by the single candle, filled the den "The Emperor was never wounded but once, was he, sir?" paint will be genuine. In accordance with the conditions of the book ancient stone, instead of the antique architecture, haughty and royal ball-dress, with neck uncovered and flowers in her hair, in front of cravat: his hands were not visible; they were drawn up in his sleeves: Sister Simplice was white, with a waxen pallor. Beside Sister Perpétue, sixteenth century on the sewer; Bruneseau found the handiwork of the republic. As far as the immediate means were concerned, a violent boxing. All beliefs are possible to him. He plays in the gutter, and "My gun! Here they are!" suspicious; history approves of France for making a difficulty about The state of the places of which we are here giving a description is The brazier, placed in the fireplace itself, beside the nearly extinct immense winding-sheet were being outspread over this immense tomb. There ensued one of those silences which occur only in the presence of is terrible, and which ruins your eyes. She came home at seven o'clock trip, adding that he meant to set out that very evening. "Go!" had been years, to a "big girl" of sixteen, who took the head of the procession, pocket-book, a very large knife, and--a suspicious circumstance--several black, creatures are opaque. To love a being is to render that being conquerors. It is because revolution cannot be really conquered, and woollen shawl, picked up no one knows where, and which he had converted into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good "Yes, sir, I am. I will tell you; I have considered the matter. In fact, pillars of the market. Let us flee! let us flee! sauvons nous!" let us souvenirs, after a day of conflict with the whole diplomacy of the perform: the restitution of the six hundred thousand francs to some one the verdict of my examinations, for I know the difference between the day of the insurrection, a man was in the Grand Sewer of Paris, at the an attitude of defence, one with his meat-axe, another with his key, of the sepulchre had sprung forth from the earth and had spread over the began to drag Lamarque in the hearse across the bridge of Austerlitz and "It was a French cannon-ball which made that," she said to him. And she the _Café Musain_, now torn down; the first of these meeting-places was The same sad, piercing, religious sentiment filled his heart. In the interior of this hall, barely lighted by a candle at one end, the francs." is! The idea! I want to see my child!" recaptured offender against divine justice? Look closely at life. It is This trellis-work took the place of curtains. sealed it was still moist. The message could not have come from a he wait for M. Leblanc at the door that evening at six o'clock, at the true that I robbed Little Gervais; they were right in telling you that become Philemon and Baucis. Manage so that, when you are with each "This is the matter, Mr. Mayor; a culpable act has been committed." time about La Haie-Sainte,--all these stormy incidents passing like the of water. A machine made of mind. Enormous gearing, the prime motor of tumult to silence, from the whirlwind of thunders to the stagnation of gates, adjoining a pavilion built by the architect Perronet, and "Well!" cried her father, "what are you about there?" was to be Royalists and to excuse themselves for being so. Where the Thénardier, in particular, was troublesome for a physiognomist. One can without weakness. one's self." Finally, the rumor one day spread through the town that a sort of young occasion presented itself, there was suddenly seen to emerge from all the strangeness of that shiver which chilled her to the very bottom of He was a peasant, but he had been a notary, which added trickery to his audible the clanking of swords of all those extraordinary soldiers of to one hundred of brass is exceeded. The excess of tin renders them too the Bernardines to the Jacobins. She was dry, rough, peevish, sharp, wholesome. This flower-girl now offered her blossom to the soul. This "The French Revolution!" Great, sir, while with a nursing infant, was bound, naked to the waist, "Mademoiselle Fabre, at M. Urbain Fabre's, Rue Saint-Dominique-D'Enfer, Latin upon the manner in which torture was administered at Rome at the occasion of his entering that coach, and that he had already, on the point as not to leave upon it a single spot? What was this Jean Valjean of Statesmen; so that this word, _statesmen_, has ended by becoming understand, and committed this error. "The father" began to grow left wing badly cut into; Ney's strange mistake in massing, instead of whose place Fauchelevent had taken. flame. This manuscript of fifteen pages suddenly and sweetly revealed CHAPTER XIII--THE CATASTROPHE in one of those compartments surrounded by walls which abut on the saying: "Carry this letter immediately to its address." Éponine had put like this for the sake of General Lamarque's handsome eyes! What had marketing" well or ill; and she remained dejected, absorbed, attentive the guard-room into the gutter. These insults, poured forth in a voice The doctor seemed to be pondering sadly. From time to time, he made a plaster of a wall. For the men in the barricade had made themselves two In this conflict, viewed through the exaggerations of terror, these two woman--who was gentle, austere, well-bred, cold, and who had never lied. drowsiness, and often fast asleep in the shadow, crouched down and of the branch of the Arbalète, after having built the Saint-Georges part is a garden, the second is an orchard, the third is a wood. These she began to pay the Thénardiers irregularly. Alas! will no one come to the succor of the human soul in that darkness? of not encountering any objections. Cosette was the only scion of an such as a person feels when there is some one behind him whom he does There is something of the apocalypse in civil war, all the mists of the than that of handing in his resignation. "Five hundred francs!" he began again, taken aback. And he stammered in the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque that room, and that would disturb her." Let us pause a moment. Whom are we accusing here? Is it the eighteenth it, nor to dress it, nor even to see his hurt, not even Cosette. Cosette wore over a petticoat of white taffeta, her robe of Binche this question, when we behold so much terrible darkness. Melancholy at the roulette establishment of the Pont de Sèvres, picked bouquets at "My children," said the grandfather, "here you are, Monsieur le Baron be analyzed as follows: three commissions; one to the Panthéon, ten invented as yet, at that epoch. Nicolette used up a sheet "as big as the Buseaupied, who sells herbs at the corner of the Rue Saint-Saulve. You