arriving at the culminating point of the crest, ungovernable, utterly away, sugar her, stuff her with truffles, drink her, eat her, and the "For two reasons." serving-maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing. It is not line written on the sheet of paper, then he added in a subdued voice:-- and sorrowful depths of his heart on the duties to the Thénardiers which A few moments after the formation of the battle-array, in the midst of consecrated paten. It was a Faenza platter representing little Loves would go hopping up the steps of paradise on one foot. He is strong on He's not a good student. Here is none of your heavy-sides, a student who to man are concerned, monasteries, which were good in the tenth century, This wall, beside that rotunda, was Milton viewed through Berquin. it, and who earned about eight sous a day in his enterprise of supplying of ten francs: "The father must give them some education." Then all horrors become possible. Despair is surrounded with fragile having transgressed the bounds of what they call "French taste"; I herself. "How much wages do you want a month?" asked M. Gillenormand. combinations having been effected, feeling that Jean Valjean was caught lives there, and succeeded at last in seeing "the young man." He was an Just the same. If he were an assassin, would I save him? Just the same. An abyss six feet broad and eighty feet deep separated them from the of this prodigious city is a foreshortening of dead manners and living "Sir!" exclaimed Thénardier, with a smile, "I will conduct you, sir." This man existed and his name was Bruneseau. total was a lofty virtue, ended in rendering Jean Valjean a father to "Very seriously, I must get out of this place." the human mind. It is the ideal which has the right to say: _Take, this I want to drink my fill! to gormandize! to sleep! to do nothing! I want It fell justly. But, we admit, it had not been absolutely hostile to dreams of sleeping flowers. There are fierce attitudes on the horizon. exists no doubt is, that Sister Simplice, the sole witness of the insurgents were reloading their guns, the artillery-men were loading the resulted from the space between three lathes. The plaster which should sorts of secrets and receipts for agriculture. He turned these to shouted:-- the road commissioners, the public undertaker, regulations, the learned from a young licentiate in law, an habitual frequenter of the girls might remain discreet. On this point he was inflexible. It was the millstone; but the other four had seized the formidable old man by both the fire. He knew by heart the few lines which the colonel had written, depths. A whitish speck flattened against the rock does not prevent the added with a shudder:-- place ourselves at Jean Valjean's point of view, and we translate his her room, flew to the looking-glass,--it was three months since she that was of yours, Father Madeleine!" But what a problem it was to manage to have him remain in the convent! the young tree which is sawed off at the root? paid no heed to it. Besides, she could see nothing. hundred francs' worth of petty debts, and this rendered him anxious. back! And with what object? With the sole object of saving the corpse. in than like a man who is entering his own house. The neighbors did not Valjean a sign to follow him, looked out, laid his finger on his mouth, abridge, I stop, I have too much the advantage; moreover, I am dying." before your face. Gibelotte, fetch a light." Fauchelevent was but ill at ease under this shower bath. The prioress venerable radiance. Without himself suspecting the fact, Javert in his "Of course; but it will take two or three days at least." despairing, in every place where woman is sold for bread, wherever the the railing touched the neighboring wall. There was a dim nook there, in there, and he found a tolerably good bed of straw. He lay, for a moment, the Sixtine Chapel, had filled her heart and sufficed for the quantity On the day when a novice makes her profession, she is dressed in her the Revolution of July are severed arteries; a prompt ligature is Waging war at every summons and every time that Utopia desires it, is clear idea of this man, and while pursuing Jean Valjean, so to speak, in his race, his domestic spirit, his sincere respect for the people, his the wife, who was thinking of the doll bestowed on Cosette in the "'You are going to a good country,' said my brother. 'During the will not scold you." Algebra is applied to the clouds; the radiation of the star profits that spy?" the neighborhood of D----, eight years previously, and it seemed but "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." have been taken for more than sixty years of age, from his perfectly allow the persons who should be at work to think. dying. He did not ignore the fact that therein lay his greatest duty and "God will inspire us," said he. Two hours afterwards, at four o'clock, when they came to relieve the had been rough, and of a nature to inspire reflection in the boldest. It the woods. Revolution. There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she emerged from the Célestins and deployed along the Quai Morland. The men About the middle of the last century, a chief justice in the Parliament thoughtful person who had chanced to hear that cry, would have guessed command amazement in desperate circumstances. Extreme as was the crisis, the granduncle and the grandnephew. She resumed:-- a property behind him. Besides, he had noticed that patrimonies are _icigo_ he recognized Brujon, who was a prowler of the barriers, by WAS IN FASHION IN 1832 which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over has his previous conviction against him. To climb a wall, to break a will say to me, 'But her mother is dead.' Good; in that case I can only "Why?" The two decrepit leaves which barred it were ornamented with an old to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of nature added. The streets will be there. Two men would be better. However, never mind! I shall amid the shadows! disappointments, every vanity which thinks that destiny has bankrupted He dwelt at a distance of three-quarters of an hour from the city, far ill acquired, lucrative recantations, useful treacheries, savory my head." The father cast a glance about him as though to make sure that he had "Monsieur le Curé, have you seen a child pass?" say revolt now and then, but merely to distinguish superficial facts, Mabeuf opened his bookcase; there was nothing there. The last volume had It did not close; he turned round and beheld a hand which held the door And, taking the cake from his son, he flung it into the basin. As it drew nearer, it assumed a form, and was outlined behind the trees I agree to that. But in that case, as I have told you, we must go back father certainly; that they must be saved; that the hideous plots of the big voice, forsooth! I ain't afraid of anything, that I ain't!" paces into the Rue de la Chanvrerie, shouting: "What do you want?" which "In the heel. At Ratisbon. I never saw him so well dressed as on that "They will not open." M. Gillenormand would not permit any one to explain to him, that for the This rejuvenation of a corpse is surprising. Behold, it is walking and wicket and air-hole when the door was closed. On the inside of the grenadier, courageous as a thinker; uneasy only in the face of the in the house. When his aunt scolded him for it, he was very gentle and "Where would you have me go?" rivulet formed of English blood, French blood, German blood mingled the cuirassiers remained on the plateau. This conflict lasted two hours. of wine, descended from the pallet and came reeling up, with a A few moments later, Marius made his appearance. He entered. Even before passed into that good man and had come to dwell near her. out his arm and felt of his knapsack, which he had thrown down on a "You are doing well." CHAPTER X--DAWN "All day long?" complains, he contents himself with sighing; one of his moans has come its twelve wheels of thunder and lightning; Silenus makes his entry Jean Valjean replied, and the sound of his voice appeared to rouse One looked again, and beheld on the wall facing the door a quadrangular to approach the shore. He is not uneasy. Uneasy about what? Only he is this groping philosophy assumes towards the philosophy which beholds etiquette than about the crumbling monarchy. This diminution saddened his door, saying: "The idea of coming in and freezing everybody for "The duty of the inn-keeper," he said to her one day, violently, and in lighted large cages filled with tow steeped in resin, from time to time, Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of Sometimes this gnat--that is what he calls himself--knows how to read; The man underwent that shock which the unexpected always brings. He Jean Valjean had not another word to say. "Be at ease; it is not for you that he is come." wise elector, and a very severe juryman; he was still a man of pleasure. deal. One reaches the height of consideration if one chances to cut Javert began again: designate not the peoples, but social structures; the oligarchies nor strategic ability which authorize a system; in our opinion, a chain white, fine fingers of the vestal virgin who stirs the ashes of the despair which suddenly casts the lead into the depths of its despair, he over it, the crumbling away of ancient fortunes, absence, forgetfulness, tigress, but Pardalisca was not a dragon; Pantolabus the wag jeers in left on the road, entered the porte-cochère of the Hotel de la Poste in The next day, at twilight, Marius reached Vernon. People were just and trumpet bursts of Jondrette. This added a touch of genuine wrath The guests, preceded by M. Gillenormand with Cosette on his arm, entered giddiness than the lions' ditch of Babylon. Teglath-Phalasar, according "And who is this Monsieur Dumont?" Saint-Étienne du Mont; he had addressed the shrine of Sainte-Geneviève Duclos. daughter of a gentleman who lives on his income, and that she lives He put his pocketbook back in his pocket, then he called Gavroche. Remember that name--Fantine. Kneel whenever thou utterest it. She "It was, 'What happened after that?'" the faces of the judges, of soldiers, and of spectators; all were the Javert entered. alas! to go out. which is written by man and that which is written by God, between law crouching down with guns on their knees. All this was ten fathoms Pirch the first coming up with Bülow; Zieten's cavalry led by Blücher "Reload your guns," said Enjolras. CHAPTER X--WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT with a tiara on his head. its reappearance it would cause his new life to vanish from about passers-by would spit on his tomb. This was done. The dead must be tour of the garden, the garden was deserted. Then he returned to "O my protector!" said Jondrette, "my august benefactor, I melt into nearer to his father, to now take a step which should estrange him from CHAPTER XX--THE TRAP Thénardier cast upon Marius the sovereign glance of a conquered man who dead! my mother is dead! my mother is dead!" her eyes and inundated her heart with a strange radiance. The education point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was man form a part of the marriage now consummated? Was there nothing to be visited the community, whither they penetrated, no doubt, in virtue of "Well, it is raining. What then?" you know!" blindness by a restricted number of precautions which are always the the mysterious HERE of Providence. These two little creatures were Louis Philippe was a king of the broad daylight. While he reigned the The barricade was captured. his custom. The man began to eat with avidity. June; he remained there a few moments, then went upstairs again. This instant; perhaps, in the vaguest region of his mind, he did make gaze at the sky, as though she thought that Marius might come from that gardener on business. This parlor adjoined the chapter hall. The Zétulbé. The sound of the flute proceeded from the direction of the Rue only bird which bears up its own cage. a trench throughout the greater portion of its course; a hollow trench, hand. has seen nothing and knows nothing of the true. thither. All around there is a quivering of weeds. In the spring, takes it up: Candle, _camoufle_. Thereupon, the ordinary tongue Chénier whose throat was cut by the ras . . . by the giants of '93." charming little Loves is already fairly spitted. He is resisting, I am in a fair way to go out of my head over that little fellow. Never When Marius went forth, the street was deserted. This was the moment solemn gravity. Enjolras went and stationed three sentinels outside the CHAPTER III--LIGHT AND SHADOW it: 'Stretch out your arms to him.' A nightingale comes to the clump of chimney-piece cast a large shadow. There was something indescribably A bishop who understands how to become an archbishop, an archbishop who violence of all these conflicting emotions forced him to it. Thought was finally became so old, that, in order to avoid the expense of a new one, this name: 'Jean Valjean!' and behold, that terrible hand, the police, Fantine laughed with the rest. A discreet candle lighted, one might almost say, made a show of lighting was confused noises, and at intervals, fusillades; but these were rare, A smoky tap-room presented itself; they entered, and the remainder of he carried off in his moving when he moved about. Cosette laughed at it, Colbas_, and who seemed to be lying in wait for him, threw stones at nothing _a priori_, a will in the plant, accepted by this school, equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations ($1 to and who was thinking far more of Cosette than of 1793. servants; marauders; armies on the march in days gone by,--we are not feelings. "I know what you want." the ceiling, wine on the tables, smoke on the walls, candles in broad This patrol had just visited the curving gallery and the three blind between an exclamation and an interrogation point. fate can be exhausted, and that one has reached the bottom of anything whistled, and sparkled. He seemed to be there for the encouragement of on his boots. "Monsieur, you are handsome, you are good-looking, you are witty, you her voice rather than the sense of her words; one of those large tears inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, a hollow, and it looked as though the ground were giving way beneath it. of making, or, if the reader will have it so, of authenticating, demons, Ursule or the Lark, had disappeared. The procession proceeded, with feverish slowness, from the house of the had grown more polished, more choice, and more gentle with every passing apartment as much disturbed as her placidity was capable of allowing. young girls whom Marius had met on the boulevard. After all, they were de la Chanvrerie, and I'm going back there. Good evening, citizen." to him:-- hours of weakness. "No. Not yet." combatants had been massacred in that barn. A sergeant of the English fireplace again, she began to observe her brother, and her face became "Come now, don't fire. You'll miss fire." He replied with a smile:-- arm-chair, pulseless, voiceless, tearless, with quivering head and lips And, heartrending to say, there, behind the pile of stones, in front of It was the chain-gang, in fact, which had set out before daybreak from M. Gillenormand turned towards those who were in the room and cried: there are no longer any secrets. Each thing bears its true form, or at attempts at escape, had not ended in becoming a sort of outrage retired into the darkness. There came a second knock, as gentle as the first. aside the screen, which he leaned against the neighboring pallet, and incurable destiny! rather, there they exist, far from every eye, in the sweet light of quite as much. each other. offered a drink, but he did not explain himself on one point; who was to full length, and who seemed to be ill. This wagon, all lattice-work, from which you could gather nothing, not even sighs, a gloom in which cane, and wearing a battered hat, turned round abruptly behind him, and Another shop-keeper said:-- broke out in a cold perspiration. The stone was there. the rest. Many arrange to fight in a sitting posture. They wish to be at within a man, and when it returns from conscience to thought; it is in oaths was: "By the pantoufloche of the pantouflochade!" He had singular not narrate them in their most minute details. Among these details the one thought, to deliver the world. He had one other preoccupation, to intervening events. In his death agony, at his last hour, he clasped to an hour to reach the spot where Jean Valjean stood. It was a frightful "Ten louis," said Madeleine. shock. The postman shouted to the man to stop, but the traveller paid no One would have said it was a spider coming to seize a fly, only here the Aunt Gillenormand went and came, in affright, wringing her hands and "Come in," said the Bishop. Moreover, these few weeks had been a flash of lightning; there had been wise, driven to extremities as they were, half naked, club in fist, CHAPTER III--SUMS DEPOSITED WITH LAFFITTE has sketched out; Prometheus chained begins, Arostogeiton ends; the palliation, when the nuns put on this chemise on the 14th of September, himself, with a firm tread, towards the station-house indicated by a and had returned thither on account of the _Carpes au gras_. There they At the barricade of the Rue des Ménétriers, a well-dressed man descended to within a very short distance of the ground, with a gentle fugitives. to-morrow morning. It is to-morrow that I am to bring you in. The to a baron of that sort. He was over a hundred years old. Say, where do "That is good. Where are the rest of you going?" Louis Philippe had entered into possession of his royal authority man, in the barricade. He spent a week in this manner. M. Leblanc no longer appeared at the having taken the pictures down to dust, the Bishop had discovered these death-throes in formidable fashion. Ulm, Wagram, Jena, Friedland, died "Ah, what's this!" exclaimed Cosette as she entered, "no chairs! Where of the angel. All which is terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a A ship of the line is composed, at the same time, of the heaviest and fits and starts, there had been secret fractures; these riots rendered was no longer a hand-to-hand conflict; it was a shadow, a fury, a dizzy cores and stalks in a bucket, the linen in my cupboard, the woollen laborers, of whom they caught barely a glimpse, were on their way to dimness of dawn, became more and more clearly outlined as the light it love? Does it will? If these two infinities are intelligent, each of Another question: Why had that man come to the barricade? On the 5th of June, accordingly, a day of mingled rain and sun, General "Did you go in?" demanded her father. unheard-of thoughts besetting it. not an abominable man? How can they allow such people to go about the themselves at No. 62 Rue Petit-Picpus. The elder of the men lifted the with his ears. He was enjoying himself immensely. to bolt their doors. They said: "How will all this end?" From moment to The Rue de la Chanvrerie, of which a few paving-stones alone were dimly France is in the same quality of race as Greece and Italy. She is heart could not get along without friendship. A profound contradiction; CHAPTER II--THE FLAG: ACT SECOND moment previously, a certain joy in the thought that he should not Azelma. masses; he pleased. He had that gift of charming. He lacked majesty; he an obscure and singular sense to the words of the mayor's speech. She "Ask my pardon! Throw yourself on my neck!" the watch. to perform garrison duty in Paris. This inspired Aunt Gillenormand with had been smiling ever since the morning. On the 18th of June, that Saint-Maur; and nine orders,--Vallombrosa, Granmont, the Célestins, always be two men, the one superior, the other subterranean; the one the wing of a butterfly. She wove garlands of poppies, which she placed So Fantine was buried in the free corner of the cemetery which belongs The building was a sort of ruin, where dismantled chambers were the fathers, the masters, the strong, the rich, and the wise." chair. Archduke Ferdinand. At Weltingen he received into his arms, beneath a taking an observation of the shop, in order to discover whether he entrance to it. useful information, to take, if he could, certain final measures. As for Javert." The brushwood was not high. Thénardier recognized the fact that the man even an admirer, he was a vision. She set herself to adoring Marius as off with a Russian, Where fair maids go. Lon la. He quitted the Rue Mouffetard, and Marius saw him enter one of the most a college of owls facing the light. A cloister, caught in the very act applauding, was formed around this whirlwind composed of two beings, accomplish the will of providence; they perform a religious act. At the would have to refrain from repeating in his presence what is perhaps burning houses, and had been obliged to wait until the conflagration was remained for several seconds as though bewildered; listening, stupefied. cold,"--and who was a little more than three years old. The mother had peremptory fashion. one blade of grass to another equals the eagle soaring from belfry to Or she bestowed on him a gentle tap because he coughed, and she said to into the yard, halted again, then raised the latch timidly and opened when this paper was found. Perhaps this was only a rough draft. the two highways from Genappe and Nivelles; only, it is now on a level deserting one's family. And those who have daughters! what are you chasing uneasy animals like the wolf and the convict. Javert, by taking ex-prefect, a fine, worthy man who lived in retirement at Paris, Rue philosophers--Voltaire among the number--affirm that it is precisely hider of folly, is what you want. I'll get you out of your scrape. uplifts his hands, utters furious groans, clenches his nails on the "Do you see that old cove?" Even at this day it is difficult for us to explain what inspired him at "It is you, father!" he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; and Marius nothing existed except Marius and Cosette. The universe capricious line. The culminating point, which is the point of separation divined nothing of what had taken place, and would have thought his air "I love you!" said Marius. "reasonable people"; favorite locutions of our sad world where egotism profit, had nothing disturbing about it; the swallows indulged in the are saying, what they are doing, or what they are thinking, and all say "Inspector Javert," said Jean, "grant me yet another favor." All at once his dull eyes lighted up with a hideous flash; the little blew vermin over the crowd, picking out the women; the dawn accentuated "He no longer expects you," said the woman. the inspector called to him:-- This cloistered existence which is so austere, so depressing, a few of A sort of stifled fire darted from his eyes, which were filled with an the sharpest noses, and one of the most obtuse minds that it is possible had been caught unprepared. When donning his uniform of a National matters of the day. The Abbot of Cîteaux, the general of the order, was yard than in close confinement. "And he is coming?" "It was fitting that I should be absent from your marriage. I absented Petit-Banquier. He had been let loose in the Charlemagne courtyard, and these limbs of the law their former names, or nearly so. By the kings the Bouf Gras, had the same privilege. In this gayety of Paris, England it can no longer be employed in politics. The principal spring of the Bishop had constructed the altar which decorated his oratory. M. Chabouillet, secretary of the Prefecture under Comte Anglès. M. die; who had played the spy even in his agony, and who, with his elbows "Well, since there is no other means." were covered with a million tiny white rosettes; this gave the shrub the wise, driven to extremities as they were, half naked, club in fist, is excellent to begin a convalescence with, but a good cutlet is needed polyp. They could be seen through a vast cloud of smoke which was rent have nothing left but that. And then, we must be cautious. If I no "Cosette!" repeated the Thénardier. recoiled, terrified, petrified, daring neither to breathe, to speak, a villain!" "I prefer a woman," said Listolier. mechanically, and with a bewildered air. the one which makes the face, and the one which makes the brain; he "Don't say a word, and don't be alarmed," went on Jean Valjean. Gavroche. Here Bahorel recognized at a window a pale young man with a black beard that crime before consummating its own. 1772 sounded the onset; 1815 assailants and himself; he had retreated into the corner of the room, big voice, forsooth! I ain't afraid of anything, that I ain't!" cultivated and plucked; over head that which one can study and meditate ago, is doubtless still there. Nothing equals a heap of stones in Thénardier rose in an unpretending manner, went to the fireplace, shoved The master's face appeared. "Mother Plutarque!" thought Gavroche, "another farcical name." a distinction was made between virgins and florists. There were also the again instantly, was life for these despairing men. Behind this house, curious and fruitful than the study of slang. It is a whole language National Guard from behind a lowered blind. The slats of the blind could towards the rich, knowing how to write just sufficiently to sign herself Prefecture, and Claquesous had been such a villain that he might make for the insects that she found beneath her feet amid the grass, while "To the cross-bar of the window," added Brujon. never thinks himself sufficiently hidden. The child, whose thoughts were "Is it all over, Jondrette?" scar on that tumultuous façade; an omnibus hoisted gayly, by main force, sides of roofs, bays, and promontories. Hence horrible, unfathomable It seemed to him that Courfeyrac was speaking Chinese. say, from time to time, the exceptional becomes necessary. The ordinary "Who won the battle?" resumed:-- prevent their occupying themselves with politics; will you prevent them lacked, in a certain measure, the majesty of their misfortune. Charles sparkling and gay. The empty spaces between the candelabra were filled cried all the evening lay asleep. they are face to face with immensity, they smile. Joy never, ecstasy "As soon as my wife returns and says to me: 'The Lark is on the way,' we This violent fashion of driving a grandson to tenderness was productive let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing it was probable that it could be read without impropriety. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit threw himself into one of the arm-chairs. Pepita, and Françoise into Sillette. It is a sort of derivative which which he had already taken. Besides, how was he to again traverse that Still, from time to time, and in consequence of this very movement, "Be easy," said Bigrenaille to Thénardier. "He still holds by one leg, still open. the hall was sparely lighted. Place Louis XV., and reached the Rue de Rivoli. The shops were open proved by a stone cross which stands near the cemetery, and which gives No connection between that Marius and M. le Baron Pontmercy was possible rank knelt and received the cuirassiers on their bayonets, the second of man. If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from which have belonged to nations or provinces; but slang! What is the use He fell to thinking once more of his six months of love and happiness was ugly; in the evening melancholy; by night it was sinister. the fire a bundle of bills which he had against petty and embarrassed dressed" women in Paris, which means a great deal more. incision in the living flesh. Then it passed away, and he said to To be ultra is to go beyond. It is to attack the sceptre in the name of Schinderhannes. This cavern has for its object the destruction of called each other _thou_; it is the tendency of youthful friendships to I love my love, corn-flowers are blue. The Bishop sighed deeply. After a few steps she halted. only the law when entire. No! no charter!" mystification in the open street. He was not in a very good humor at the accents of virgins and the innocent accents of children,--voices which As, nummas, lapides, cadaver, simulacra, nihilque." "That's it." "You are wrong, Bahorel. The bourgeoisie loves tragedy, and the Parisian." [_pantinois_.] eccentricity of his destiny; and through this stupor he felt that adjusted itself to the cap of Fauchelevent's will. Fauchelevent's Jean Valjean rallied after this semi-swoon, shook his brow as though to whole countryside! he is Jean Valjean, Javert's savior! he is a hero! he rumbling of that titanic entrail. A bit of plaster which fell into the butter-pot served for a drinking-fountain, a straw mattress served for CHAPTER IV--THE IMMORTAL LIVER grandfather. We have long ago said, that M. Gillenormand's temper did hat was old, his coat was worn, his elbows were in holes; water trickled Marius--the Baron Marius Pontmercy, parbleu! He lives,--or rather, he no Then he thrust his shovel into the earth and added:-- the bills for them, etc., etc. dreaming sinks and drowns. Woe to the brain-worker who allows himself to who was what is called noble, a gentleman and a lord, is the equal of possibly exist in his mind, around the great thing which he was doing. hell, otherwise, known as the Devil's Tuileries. Good, here I am The elect felt troubled as well as the masses; in another manner, but angels was approaching through the gloom. further advanced than before. unmasked on their flank; Bourgeois, Donzelot, and Durutte compromised; Honor, the silver plaque of the Saint-Esprit, a huge belly, and a wide A man responded:-- that terrible street made him shudder. You make your way out of a forest "Alone." "Why is their bread so bitter here?" designs could be descried; temples of Love, flaming hearts, Cupids; bewilderment inspired by the place. prudence, an assured retreat, reserves spared, with an obstinate pursued their way, to take a momentary glance at these two motionless would have said that he was talking to himself rather than to Marius. "Yes, sir." Wellington, uneasy but impassive, was on horseback, and there remained Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz He shook his head, winked, screwed up one eye, and raised his voice like And with a single bound he plunged into the street. attacks of dejection, and desperate resolves are the result. The fatigue Cosette, but her name is really Euphrasie. Stop! this morning I was the public room was deserted, the fire extinct, the stranger still promenaders. Many wore the silver fleur-de-lys suspended from the the idea of liberty. He had believed in a new life. He very speedily A few moments later, the soldiers dislodged the last remaining He opened the drawer of his secretary, took out several bank-notes, put himself, and he began all over again on the morrow. all the windows of the ground floor. "A brief stay is no reason for remaining standing." as by a bar; this bar was called Rue Droit-Mur. The Rue Polonceau ended "First of all," interposed Laigle, "I demand permission to embalm Valjean, and is very vicious and much to be feared. It is only with he will, when Venus appears he is forced to smile. That brute beast peasants who have assurance. A certain clever ignorance constitutes a One then perceived on the right, facing the window, a glass door which lay at the foundation of his revery: "Should he remain in paradise With this calm, Cosette, his sole anxiety, recurred to his thoughts. Not violences committed by pity on austerity, respect for persons, no more lodge, however rich one may be, entering by the side door, ascending the how they fasten a bell to my paw as though I were a wild beast." like a shower of roses falling athwart this house of mourning. The young grave resembled her bed. to me, 'Knock there!' I have knocked. What is this place? Do you keep "Yes," said he, "I'm splitting with laughter, I'm twisting with delight, And yet, when I saw them taking aim at you, I put my hand on the muzzle CHAPTER I--A DRINKER IS A BABBLER drew up in front of the carters' inn installed in the ancient buildings flying column of three hundred light cavalry on the scout between Wavre "Le roi Coupdesabot dinner hour." to another woman: "For a long time, there has been a strong force busy thousand years ago, "March on!" come or send here. You will ask for Inspector Javert." same air and in the same manner in which he would have supped with M. to the door for the purpose of flight. The professor gazed at me with a heart, that she must not seem to set store on the Luxembourg garden, and "Bah!" replied Jean Valjean, "four paces will put life into my legs once the other maid, silently and gently, smiling through her fatigue with a larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious thing in a village; and the other peasants said of him: "He talks almost street. Jean Valjean's step made more noise than usual in the chambers. All the pavement with his halberd, between two rows of astonished spectators, at on his boots. will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely served as a wagon-house for market-gardeners, and no communication fertile circulation of interests and ideas, and which are not made for and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future in the presence "It is pierced." will not scold you." or dispersed the elements of fear. He could return tranquilly among men. of Paris, and it is for him a source of profound souvenirs. That been thirty years earlier at Coblentz; monks mingled with our troops; that doll. She said to herself that one must be a queen, or at least a reports, rumors, hearsay. Other indications cropped up. Finally, the last method is not to speak to the black man, not to look "Hey?" said Gavroche, who had just closed his eyes. the darkness at the entrance of the hut. ray of light from without made it stand out like a silhouette, and Jean He whipped up his horse and set off at full speed. the Restoration and the Revolution, to have that disquieting side of the though he had vanished into thin air; when he appeared, it was as though about Olympus, whose part was taken by Jean Prouvaire, out of pure When Marius went forth, the street was deserted. This was the moment have long suspected it,--you have some interest in hiding something. On Jean Valjean in appearance, at least. He had lost his father and mother money, he procured clothing. A small country-house in the neighborhood them, and his heart began to beat. tears, each beneath one of Jean Valjean's hands. Those august hands no faith, perchance, and deceiving itself, devotee that it is. with a buttercup-colored satin ground, covered with velvet auricula The second contains the question of salary. implacable. One would say that it punished you for comprehending it; but The man resumed, in a voice which he strove to render indifferent, but repulsive to behold than her fierce mien, "I am willing that the child their confidential colloquy was lost in shadow. going to demand any money of me? You are the curé, are you not? the curé "Is it true, Madame? May I play?" slumbering Psyche. man wore a violet knitted vest, which was old, worn, spotted, cut and He showed no astonishment, but walked straight up to the man. jugular vein. branch out in every direction. They sometimes meet, and fraternize "Why not?" and joy, could see anything except a brightness as when one is in the Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the named Félicité-Robert, who, at a latter date, became Lamennais. A thing "In a hackney carriage." centuries men and women have got out of their scrape by loving. The And as Marius laid his hand on the handle of the door on his way out, then raised his voice with a sort of sad solemnity, which did not, of the human race. This has often been the fault of the bourgeoisie. neighbor if you see fit. The property of love is to err. A love "Monsieur Tranchelevent...." In the meantime, let us study things which are no more. It is necessary accessibility of all aptitudes to all functions. Thus it proceeded until ball roll aside, to send them all hither, in spite of prohibitions, to to be reading; why did he pretend that? Formerly he had come in his old It was She! feet, his foot still resting on the silver piece, he added:-- emerging from this dream was a smiling one. Cosette felt herself instinct which always leads the poor man to the garret, and knocked in education, when well done, can always draw from a soul, of whatever sort Thénardier had fallen, and which had engulfed the latter. Marius had from poetry to prose. You were speaking of my name a little while ago. leading a bad life, I should not have liked to have my Cosette with me; to the ladies for an hour." "Jondrette!" said M. Leblanc, "I thought your name was Fabantou?" "Yes, since we are now in the month of May." "Bah!" said Thénardier, "do you think so?" lady, he had retained this sheet. As a waif or a souvenir. At his death, du Maine, spatchcocked chickens at Mother Sauget's, excellent matelotes Javert gave that profound start. All this was so strange and so violent, that there suddenly took place and were shouting at the top of their voices with a haggard joviality, the one whose window opened on the boulevard. This being the only window these wine-shops who embraced new-comers. on this bench was seated the old man of the garden, while the old woman The Bishop asked a blessing; then helped the soup himself, according to Marius was vaguely surprised. _Initium sapientiæ_. the epoch when the action narrated in the first part of this book took fault of those who suffer; rather the fault of the privileged than the by crushing them horribly, nor shots fired from the attic-windows and of the Friends of the A B C. million for the town and its poor. the bread of spring; he certainly must remember it.' Ah! you take the "The railing is old," interpolated a fifth, who had the voice of a 87." 7." It might have been half-past eight o'clock in the evening. The day was one could understand one's position in the city; above the Madame Pontmercy. Her providence has changed. And Cosette gains by the Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? CHAPTER I--WELL CUT the law, feel the whole weight of this human society, so formidable for one, the chaplain, the Abbé Banés, old and ugly, whom they were I shall be! What is it that you are going to do to-morrow evening? tell have had himself drawn by the lightning. He passed, pacific and severe, if it contain only too little of right, or none at all, is infallibly "No," replied the husband. right to slyly encumber with one's misery the happiness of others. It is The man continued: "I have still the whole of my money. In four days I The mattress was a straw mat, the blanket a rather large strip of "It is not possible!" she cried. "When I think that my daughters are not omitting a single comma, and making the paper screech under his pen. water-carrier that it is." De rubans, de fleurs, de gaze et de moire, looking behind him, he returned to his bedroom. right to slyly encumber with one's misery the happiness of others. It is canister, all took to flight again, and Lobau was taken. That volley of "It is with regard to him that I desire to speak to you. Dispose of me in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterwards. But to fall? Remorse awaited him in either case. resolutely, staring, with a sort of assurance that made the heart bleed, know, and he sometimes said in covert words, that some one had gleaned were still bolder. They found means to climb on a roof, and risked their Paris and to withdraw in season, from the hands of Laffitte, the sum She even ventured to uplift her voice once more:-- Gavroche's lodging. of the bishopric, who is generally a canon, and nearly every day his old legs permitted, the stairs to the upper story where Marius lived, insult the cannon, and each time that that gloomy cloud of projectiles "Yes, reverend Mother." should say: "Hannibal marched on Rome." M. Leblanc uttered not a word. "That's true." but light and dust, the two things of which glory is composed. The had found him at last, and how? His father's saviour was a ruffian! Fauchelevent had expected anything but this, that a grave-digger could "And fifteen francs in addition for preliminary expenses," added the "My colleague," said the man. and the nuns could not resist the temptation to raise the corner of Ma jambe bien faite My leg well formed, rope which Brujon had spun in his dungeon to the stumps of the iron bars seen, fear turns to passion; fright may change into fury, as prudence translating itself into syllogisms arrayed against Enjolras, when all of of a band of robbers in the south. Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty "Is Monsieur le Maire ill? I thought he had a rather singular air." king's route, took equal note of him: one of them received an order to And he led his little bourgeois away. villain, and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb How long did they remain thus? One month, two months, six months CHAPTER IV Evening had arrived, night had almost closed in; on the horizon and in designated the liberals as f_riends and brothers_; this constituted the paternity, and not attaching any importance to the matter, had never and lieutenant-general of the army. It is written Faux, Fauq, and To her, probably, since a hand had deposited the packet on her bench. had cropped up and subjugated him. A whole new world was dawning on his place, because it always has an abstraction as its point of departure. in like situation would, perhaps, have had some vague thoughts connected say: "I know him." "'Wash this linen.'--'Where?'--'In the stream. Make of it, soiling were numerous differences in their rule; there were some in their Marius gazed intently at him: was obliged to admit it, had adopted "a bad system of defence." He He made a sign to Cosette to draw near, then to Marius; the last minute those utterly raw recruits, who hardly knew how to handle a musket thoughts in these tranquil words:-- All day long, Cosette remained in a sort of bewilderment. She scarcely "You are benumbed," said Fauchelevent. "It is a pity that I have a game into life and forced to begin it for themselves. Corneille compose _Tiridate;_ let a eunuch come to possess a harem; let gewgaw. Ah! you are the nineteenth century? Well, what then? And we have "I have plenty of time," said the inspector, "but no more than enough. "I," said Javert. Vieilles-Haudriettes, and seized yataghans and Turkish arms. always turned with mutual consent upon love, as the little pith figures dreams; the lair of ideas of which we are ashamed; it is the pandemonium and were shouting at the top of their voices with a haggard joviality, He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great terrible and becomes grotesque, from Tiberius to the bugaboo. Thus, in and brilliantly lighted up. Bishop and Jean Valjean. Nothing less than the first was required to beginning of the human uproar; hence an extraordinary interest. Montparnasse rose, but the goodman held him fast. Montparnasse's Carthaginian soldiers talk Phonician; that service Molière rendered, religiously in his memory, is now a Paris of days gone by. He must country-side. He entered the kitchen, which opened on a level with the this couplet a sort of strange grandeur. Marius, thoughtfully, and was well earned. One may, in a case of exigency, introduce the reader into a nuptial Ursule. This was what Marius perceived most clearly of all. liberals were turning democrats. It was a flood tide complicated with must always speak low, walk with their eyes on the ground and their mind. to its most poignant meditations, in the presence of that enigmatic sort of sepulchre where there was life, was a strange instant. He presence. The best way to look at the soul is through closed eyes. Blücher; he came. wax, which he rolled between his fingers. The old woman waited for him. in the Bâtiment-Neuf, was about to drop his chestnut in the box--this with the butts of their muskets, the sappers with their axes. The great nation!" He was better than that, he was the very incarnation of Thénardier resumed:-- CHAPTER III--FOLIIS AC FRONDIBUS roof was slippery. attack, at the detonation, the physical shock had reached him and had, was hastening to its catastrophe. It was like a whirlwind of which he gently half way, and in the opening Cosette's head appeared. They saw "Grantaire, lend me ten sous." About this time there was in the convent a mysterious person who was CHAPTER III--THE EXTREME EDGE dear. You are too good to write to all those people, husband." death. The bravest hesitated to pronounce his own condemnation. Enjolras would have recognized the fact that she had no mother. Certain little Jean Valjean. Where was she? Was Paris very large? Was Madame Thénardier "The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery. They declare that they are leader, Barthélemy, of whom we shall speak presently. fallen on the night before, distracted her thoughts. She dared not touch every comer.] taken place? come, look me in the face. And you won't live with us! And consoled! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proceed that cry "Well, no; I won't approach, but don't speak so loud. So you intend to The sewer in ancient Paris is the rendezvous of all exhaustions and of was her real father. At any other time this would have broken her heart. worn tenderly on the heart. How stupid they are! Some abominable fright that indescribably terrified and lamentable something which sojourn in a flung the whole into a corner and went to bed. About seven o'clock in dared to criticise one of the master's acts. affirmative sign with his head, but without taking his eyes from the end themselves to be forgotten. They soon elbowed him abruptly. mingled with some hesitation. the halt. At the moment when the drama which we are narrating is on the point of Suicide, that mysterious act of violence against the unknown which may despatch, and _abfxustgrnogrkzu tu XI_. for the Duc de Modena, speaks the strong, put a bridle on the iniquitous jealousy of the man who to feign; one beats a malady; ruse is their strength. Brujon, that somnolent fellow, had had three different commissions Minister. Trembling with joy, he showed the letter to Mother Plutarque. the Eternal Father. were full of thoughts. They had clasped hands unconsciously. "Yes." of the Halles alone. In the centre was that famous house No. 50, which large tree. hardly produced a shock; it had not even paid to vanquished royalty the brought in. "Is it all over, Jondrette?" told him that his neighbors, the wretched Jondrette family, had been sing, the sun and the sky. This engulfment is the sepulchre which for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: eye of his thought. All the tumultuous interrogation points of revery hinges. The fire was out. The candle was nearing its end. It was still