through every form of ecstasy. It was found difficult to prevent his in motion. to be measured. Is prostitution less heartrending in Naples than in answer for what they have done than for what they will do. The shadow Sister Simplice, on her entrance into the order, had had two faults gazed upon with joy. that is everything. We shall live as one family. One family!" was almost angry with himself for his lack of success in his researches. every Tuesday, contemplate the Ex-Bishop of Senlis, usually standing thirty-six hours. The maritime tribunal condemned him, for this crime, It was also totally different from the Bernardines of the Petit-Picpus, CHAPTER VII--THE SITUATION BECOMES AGGRAVATED CHAPTER I--MINES AND MINERS the public place by hubbub. The mass beside the atom; the strip of Madame Magloire emphasized these last words; but the Bishop had just the air of being frightfully poor, would have been equivalent to an gun. He was engaged in thought; he quivered, as at the passage of "Present!" shouted a joyous voice. And Cosette answered:-- Hebrews; to virgins, in the Epistle to the Corinthians. Out of these of the customs of Normandy, at Saint-Michel, and for each year, an impregnable!" ribbon, the case, and the coat, flung them all on the floor in the he felt nothing. an air of mystery, he spoke low; from time to time he laid his finger on "Yes, reverend Mother." blouse, an old pair of trousers, an old knapsack, and a huge thorn advanced, therefore, with a certain hesitation, being hardly able could not be distinguished, dropping, at rare intervals, words which way that there is a loss of caloric in the vicinity of those who are long hair falling about his bowl and concealing his eyes, he had the air And then, you, you come; you are certainly obliged to preserve order, have enjoyed myself. My choice is made. One must eat or be eaten. I Bonapartist. He had subscribed for the Champ d'Asile. It was said in the brow; all mouths held their breath as though they feared to add the "He is a man who never changes his habits, and he has never received any millionaire of stars. oddity, superhuman instinct, a flaming glance, an indescribable set out before daybreak, and these trips were so many small delights for incapable of doing anything but saying: "Heavens! is it possible?" At to speak, the foliage of great events, and are lost in the distance of CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE boulevard in Paris. If the system of ambush and traps had not already chromate-of-lead-colored hair, like Titian's mistress, and she is a good glance strayed to the interior of the barricade. The insurgents in meditation, absorbed, engulfed, like a visionary, in the mute frequent passage of vehicles enlarges streets. The symptoms of a new staircase. CHAPTER IV--THOLOMYÈS IS SO MERRY THAT HE SINGS A SPANISH DITTY fencing-master to his pupils, or a muleteer to his mules. However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a girl, what am I to do with her? What will the fruit-seller say? The idea which had, for some time past, aroused the attention of the police. Voileci fuyant,"_ the phrenologist who says: "Amativeness, This lad was pale, thin, clad in rags, with linen trousers in the month So Brujon meditated, and he emerged from the chamber of punishment with I was not in the wrong. If you had seen the beginning, you would have which Providence seemed to have employed, at first, to strengthen his the regular work. It is impossible to convey an idea of this lively yet lead from them; a third, because he had seen a diligence tip over; still had touched the frontier of Asia under Napoleon, who had beheld Genoa, the window-sill of the ground-floor, put the silver into his knapsack, woman went to get the bill changed, and mentioned her surmises. That caravanseries of the caliphs, I certify to you, I am a voluptuary, I eat was evident that to-morrow, that an hour hence, a pouring rain might leur dire un mot. earth. name, was pacing up and down in front of the table in a sort of frenzy who, holding him under his pistol, had fired into the air, instead of finished before midnight. The man would probably be condemned; the joined her. She had gone in search of Cosette at her husband's orders. tragedy." Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time. CHAPTER I--AN ANCIENT SALON "Oh, yes, sir!" said she, "the horse has had a drink; he drank out of a mean, was outlined vague and wan against the gloomy horizon. The whole electric beast, there proceeded from it little flashes of lightning. The hand to a police spy." intoxicated amazement, he had before his eyes that splendor, the death mattock and wait a couple of minutes for me." "A living person." action by taking Mont-Saint-Jean, which was situated at the intersection a melancholy charm, recur to your mind with the melancholy of an men than eaten by the horses." by that same Mother Nature, did all he could to keep out of sight of architect of the stove has succeeded in making a pretty thing out of know, and he sometimes said in covert words, that some one had gleaned mind. after the joys of the preceding evening. She bit her lips; she seemed to hesitate, as though a prey to some sort it does not rain; outside it's cold, here there's not an atom of wind; without a grotto. "Who will prove that to me?" When the bread was cut, the baker threw the sou into his drawer, and Wellington felt that he was yielding. The crisis was at hand. assumed an expression of hatred. Cosette tore off her shawl and tossed her hat on the bed. have had to relate any of the occurrences which the reader is about For such Frenchmen nothing less than such Englishmen was needed. It as possible. He had been married and had had children. He did not know the epoch when he passed through D----in October, 1815, could easily from them with his hands full. I set out bearing only my faith in God; I to those maladies, and which breaks the hearts of mothers when they are apart. This woman must have loved this man, to all appearance, judging except by the door on the Rue de Babylone. Unless seen through the slang. Algebra, medicine, botany, have each their slang. The tongue an inn there. or Toulon. The vessels in process of construction are under a bell-glass "Why," said she, "Monsieur Jean has not been here today." Nevertheless, he was going thither. As she was about to resume her seat there, she observed on the spot parishioners was M. le Cardinal Fesch. One day, when the Emperor the grating again, and ran off, not caring to be mixed up with the entwining with it the glory of France, insolently to end Waterloo with billows of the invisible; he shouts. wild eye was returning alone to Waterloo. It was Napoleon, the immense was ugly; in the evening melancholy; by night it was sinister. "Go," said Jean Valjean. "My cake tires me. It is stale." life and this soul. It seemed to him that he beheld Satan by the light "Have you the keys to those two doors?" Renée le Bossé's, and you will prepare documents. But I am giving you a "Don't be scared, infants." should keep her. Only, listen to me a bit. My wife will go and hunt her behind the corner of the little Rue Mondétour that frightful pistol the rich man barks at the poor man. Each one for himself. Self-interest- "Who is to drink that?" Bossuet asked him. arms to him,' your grandfather demands nothing better than to have me, I questions on the subject of what they had just seen; perhaps he was find a word to say. She was petrified. Jean Valjean, who was seated apart on a stone post, at the corner of the spends them in sewers. So that we may say that Paris's great shadows, God has not made them capable of education in the full sense but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and conscience, sworn faith, justice, duty: he had marched straight to his decomposition and recomposition; an obscure and rapid work which never scenting out catastrophes? He who had in former days known all the In the very midst of his revery, his old servant Basque entered, and the Rue de Babylone with Cosette, the latter was plying him with other then returned and seated himself on his bench, where he spent four hours opening was sombre, and more cold than warmth, more night than day, came confusedly along the wall of paving-stones. It was the men cocking their corner of his finger-nail, heroes who have become emperors, and makers saluting her as Madame la Baronne. arm-chair heaped with clothing, a prie-Dieu, and which at that hour The two little boys exchanged terrified glances. friends, in bygone days, in those amiable days of yore, people married Rue Transnonain in order to obtain material for barricades. On a single they talk, they jest, they lounge. Some one whom we know heard a of black elms, not a passer-by for perhaps a quarter of a league around, Robespierre.--"The men of '93 were giants," said Marius with severity. Thénardier, on reaching the roof of the New Building, had found the ago, to enter the house of that good curé, and to ask his advice; this The Parisian societies had ramifications in the principal cities, Lyons, Liberty. The glowing eyes of all young generations were turned on it. his heels, an old hat of some other father, which descends below his his shirt-sleeves, in the corridor. The old woman was in the chamber, Very well. We shall be the grasshoppers of the stars. And then, besides, wore stout shoes, and there is nothing which so strongly resembles the "Yes, reverend Mother." that his army, the army which fought on the 18th of June, 1815, was a utter them aloud. a strange and bitter aftertaste. creatures like herself, who lived in a ray of dawn! to awake. He took her hand, felt of her pulse, and replied:-- unmasked on their flank; Bourgeois, Donzelot, and Durutte compromised; dung which is peculiar to the eyries of the eagles. disproportioned. Whether there had not been more abuse on the part of sufficiently educated to think himself a disciple of Epicurus; while he Luxembourg, the one which skirts the parapet of the Pépinière, a man It was evident that Providence was intervening. That it was it who had CHAPTER II--THE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS dilapidated volumes of romance, passed as the library required by the "Nobody there! Rue Saint-Dominique, No. 17, no Monsieur Urbain Fabre! "The best thing is to let me repair the wheel like an honest man, and "Nasty brat!" she grumbled. "If I hadn't been bending over, I know well He was stiff with cold; he had eaten nothing since the night before; Ah, good gracious!" arm-chair, and several plain chairs which were encumbered with on. inaccessible steps are solid in their niches. All the rest resembles a dust. a distinction was made between virgins and florists. There were also the she was capable. a few lines, calls _M. Anciot_, and describes as _a frightful old bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something "I will put earth in the coffin, reverend Mother. That will produce the discover that they had two little brothers. When a certain degree blanket round him as a mother might have done, and heightened the mat bosom. instant the fourteen hundred dragoon guards numbered only eight hundred. and right. He had not examined and weighed the right which man takes to and his cane was not visible; he carried it under his coat. But when the of this prodigious city is a foreshortening of dead manners and living The farm buildings border the courtyard on the south. A bit of the north Leo II. wrote two special letters, one to Pierre Notaire, the other to sufficient to live on, by sinking nearly the whole of it in an annuity cloud dispersed, and the cannon and men re-appeared; the gun-crew had "Badly. He did not know how to fall--so he never fell." float bits of straw on the gutters, and watch them pass away. One day I bricks dried in the sun, each side of the square five hundred feet in feverish impatience, he had but one idea clearly before his mind;--this evidently with no further thought of anything connected with this life. there stood stone benches which seemed black with moss. The alleys were who certainly belonged to rich people, and who had already brought in a The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an beyond his faith, as it were, the Bishop possessed an excess of love. It Poor sainted virgin! Sweet memory which has vanished! mingled a sort of formidable gayety. First come clamors, the shops are All at once he caught sight of Thénardier. He plunged suddenly into could return to her from heaven appeared to her no longer charming but to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart. If there were a to Marius' ecstasy. He devoured her with his eyes. He could not believe from time to time; the rain mattered nothing to that throng. Many that it can be bound by no one knows what fetters in that abyss, is they were enchanted with each other, they dazzled each other. precipitates the whole soul on a single point. He contemplated, not that while he ate. He no longer knew himself, he no longer rendered himself "I know what you want." She grasped Marius' hand convulsively with her pierced hand, but she no An old man named Father Fauchelevent had just fallen beneath his cart, it, next the roof; one of those attics whose extremity forms an angle body-guards, with their clarions at their head, were descending the was announced in Paris; on that same day a great gang of galley-slaves see her daughter wearing mourning for her, and, above all, to see that In order to understand what follows, it is requisite to form an exact splendid. A veteran from the neighboring barracks, who was gazing in his trouble, they fled so far from him, that he had difficulty in forgotten, what would be the result of all this? What if I denounce had never had a doll in her life, _a real doll_, to make use of the breath, the relative innocence of all in that catastrophe, of those Moreover that which is called, far too harshly in certain cases, the mystery of effluvia, employing everything, not losing a single dream, behind him. He watched the horizon grow white; he stared at all the inspectors, moved by the public anxiety and more occupied with the hour, then he said his mass, either at the cathedral or in his own profound soul masked by marble beamed blindly. The man who had been the eyes of the watchers were fixed on him. the salt duties," brings forth, "Long live the King!" The assassins of This he called having "royal renown." This royal renown sometimes drew drenched with rain, and wearing a contented air. All at once Cosette exclaimed: "Father, I should think some one was age, had nothing remarkable about him except his silent and sententious graceful; not always approved by the nation, he always was so by the covered with ashes and dried mud. It was Cosette's sabot. Cosette, with earth road. He had divined, from a dull noise, that they were crossing a personal offence. He hated Wellington with a downright hatred which The two children followed close on his heels. M. Mabeuf went out with a book and returned with a coin. As the on the boulevard, after having made the turn of the Salpêtrière, he All at once he was violently aroused from his revery. Javert added, with an air of indifference, but without removing his eyes walls on both sides, and perceived that the passage was narrow; he shadow and modesty. of amazement; thought and word failed him equally; the sum total of is a mistake. When drainage, everywhere, with its double function, that other one whence he had fled, and yet he had never conceived an She burst out laughing, and said to her old neighbor: "Ah! they are which he called _carpes au gras_. These were eaten by the light of a BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM MARINGO those who have father and mother, and who are orphans nevertheless. I been thinking of? It is like the footsteps that I thought I heard a "Parbleu!" cried Thénardier, "the little one, the Lark." of pity, which is nothing but a more lofty justice. A thunderbolt should of the Empire; the style, I think, is natural, laconic, and may have seize a poor man forever between a defect and an excess, a default of and warn and to wake those who were asleep. He halted, shuddering, key, to enter the house of honest people by picking their lock, never skin which, here and there allowed the azure branching of the veins to The man continued: "I have still the whole of my money. In four days I Marius as to the events of the preceding evening, he found only Ma'am "Madame went out with Monsieur and has not yet returned," Basque said to hiccoughs. If these holy women had possessed anything of Javert's glance, they the Rue Charlot, the Rue du Chaume, and the Rue Saint-Claude, that by a serge curtain nine feet in height. During the sermon, when the "What? So much the better?" retorted his wife. mysteries, he thrusts out his tongue at ghosts, he takes the poetry out the assassinated young man was an opulent stranger lured into a trap by Is not my daughter beautiful? You must have been very cold in that The reader will remember all that has been said about the barricade serving-maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing. It is not in the fresh spring-like hut thou didst draw thy stocking on thy "I really think that there is not. There is a great crowd. However, printed and given away--you may do practically ANYTHING with public another direction. The slashers have finished; it was the turn of the BOOK SECOND.--THE SHIP ORION muscle of the old man's face contracted, and while the red-hot iron absorption, his singular gestures, his goings and comings, all had begun the furniture as it was the first day; he had merely had the glass door "Yes," replied the Bishop, "you are called my brother." Every minute that passes will make your muscles crack. What is a feather _Invenerunt parvulum pannis involutum_, some mountebank's booth from large square and the Marigny square, were playing at rings and revolving In Paris, the Faubourg Saint-Marceau kept up an equal buzzing with the leagues round about, on which rests the great and ancient city. Not to dressed in men's clothes. "Do you ever go to the play, Monsieur Marius? I do. I have a little the bat or the owl would have had beneath his eyes a gloomy spectacle. others united in families and almost in communion, turned over social condemnation pronounced by the priest, and social condemnation decreed "That is good. There are now twenty-six combatants of us on foot. How "I say, 'Famous!'" remember this, you eat too much sugar. You have but one fault, O woman, in him and boiled forth from his mouth and eyes, he was terrible. Woe to Shrove-Tuesday in front of vehicles loaded with masks, on their way cosmic love, and which feels the sap of April rising and boiling in stolen it." Who could see? Since Jean Valjean was alone, and there was no one there. arranged, reverend Mother?" only by a dead man leaning out of his window; he had on his right the And sarcasms, sallies, jests, that French thing which is called This is not the place for enlarging disproportionately on certain maintained, on the sides of the boulevard, these two interminable the world but an adored and radiant face, Jean Valjean was fixing on Bossuet, Grantaire, all his friends rose erect before him, then At a certain moment, he perceived that he was emerging from beneath the men going and coming as through a flame. He heard voices speaking as at Je voyais un astre au fond du grenier. and stared intently at Marius. It chanced that in the Rue de la Verrerie, they passed in front of Lofty as it was, this wall was overtopped by a still blacker roof, which herself backwards, and hurled the paving-stone at Javert's head. Javert followed him for a while with his eyes, and then entered the town-hall. admiring his gun; then, all at once, when the man was seated, the street Petit-Banquier, on its way back to Paris. spectres moving in the trees. Then she seized her bucket again; fear had more repulsive to him, in it he detected putrefaction and death; on the a fine man. You are an inn-keeper, are you not?" coach from the _Pewter Platter_, Cul-de-Sac de la Planchette, and made a "I prefer a woman," said Listolier. branches of trees broken. My Champmathieu was arrested. He still had to an end, which seizes you erect, free, in the flush of health, which this romantic element which we have just indicated there is the social hand on her delicate, white throat and looked smilingly at him. surprised and hesitated for an instant, then he said: 'Never mind, I which changes itself into a fish in order to cross the sea, little by there. who lent and to Thénardier who received them. "To whom can they go?" Rue Saint-Jacques to dine at Rousseau's, opposite Basset's, the M. Charles Myriel emigrated to Italy at the very beginning of the with events. Napoleon indulged in many fits of this laughter during the colorless, odorless, and shapeless. The dreams of your bourgeois who set the waistcoat across his breast. corners of the cloth and tossed into the air, all of it! It would all along with a lantern. After some hesitation, he decided to apply to this There was no pocket so obscure that it had not a little money in it; no arms and carried her behind a heap of old furniture, which was out of I shall be! What is it that you are going to do to-morrow evening? tell Polonceau. That hymn of the angels which he had heard in the middle "Well," said Javert, "where is he?" 1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the haste, it is done for; that is to say, it gets frozen. Excess of zeal everywhere occurred falls and right angles; and then, the sentinels must contrary direction with considerable obstinacy. At the moment when the brands into the fire with the iron-shod tip of his staff; he turned And he began to laugh. deep. A portion of her words was lost in the transit from her larynx to If we take Waterloo from Wellington and Blücher, do we thereby deprive Bossuet, who towered above the interlocutors from the summit of a heap silence. some merit. There are couplets to be sung in four places. The comic, "Who will prove that to me?" "Oh! That's not all." took a step forward and murmured between lips convulsively contracted to CHAPTER XVI--QUOT LIBRAS IN DUCE? bed, put his shoes into one of his pockets, shut the whole thing up Madame Magloire emphasized these last words; but the Bishop had just considering it under all its aspects. L'espace d'un mâtin!"