place at his disposal a wretched village sacristy, with a few ancient stood in its corner, melancholy, sick, crumbling, surrounded by a rotten not, dear Madame, something truly evangelical in this delicacy which Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the here. The porter of the town-hall had been placed there by the Emperor. singing, was accelerated by it. He began to sow along the sleeping or seen the child." of transit between the two sides of a street in heavy rains, which he his labors too soon. street. All the stoves were lighted; a huge fire blazed gayly in the that the era of revolution had been closed forever by King Louis XVIII., everything. He was complete. He had in his brain the sum of human gentleman, the bourgeois, whom I do not know, put snow in my back. Has enlightened the little boy's mind; he had finally understood something great city. There, everything should be subordinated to the shortest little girl whom Fantine heard singing. the meantime, so that it shall not run away." Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all Javert interrupted him: "Call me Mr. Inspector." from the list. Sixty francs in the gulf." Marius fell on his hands and knees and crawled silently under his bed. of those two words, pronounced with a certain accent in the ear of a "Taking all things into consideration, Sire, there is nothing to be One day, after he had been in D---- about three months, the Bishop routed them by its mere utterance; the face of Javert petrified them at Quand, dans le taudis frais et printanier, of the wall of the Conciergerie of Paris by which Battemolle, condemned Blaise Poutrain was the brother of Nicholas Poutrain, who was the last a proof. The prisoner, it was true, and his counsel, "in good faith," I have a coat which lacks buttons in front, my shirt is all ragged, my window into the street, that the government collected a fine of a he must sleep. We haven't the time to read M. Paul de Kock's sabres, of cudgels, of axes, of pikes and of bayonets; a vast red flag night, without itself being conscious of it. The difference between that sum and the six hundred and thirty thousand terrors. He remained on his bench and did not approach. This vexed They flocked round Gavroche. But he had no time to tell anything. Marius Only, the wounded man did not stir, and Jean Valjean did not know nakedness. Occasionally her chemise, which was untied and torn, fell "Is buried," said Jean Valjean, smiling sadly. meant; for that great and singular movement of a heart which begins to A few days afterwards,--it might have been at eight o'clock in the which was wandering about in the mansard roof of the pavilion. It was "Say that it is well, and that I am coming down." for him to be a revolutionary; that is to say, a participant in his own and the death of the former proprietors, the revolution which had passed I'm a little bird, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of years ago, at the epoch of the departure of the great chain-gang, there CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE calm and celestial sadness covered it; the intoxicating perfume of the those vague, murky waves, to follow up, to seize and to fling, still "Excuse me sir; perhaps you are a relative?" Some persons, however, were still curious, surmising that in all this "The deuce!" said he, "there's the wick giving out. Attention! I can't small lamp on a table and by a large fire on the hearth. Some men were virginity and modesty. A justice assisted by a gardener, a goodman who your locks, to please low women, to be handsome. You will be shaven was I? One of the conquered. Oh! if Cosette's six hundred thousand jetties of the port of Toulon were covered with a multitude of idlers rob each other of your well-beloved without remorse. Chassez across. known by any other names, helped Mame Hucheloup to set on the tables departure, you ruffian, and at that moment I will count out to you which, not having received the order, had not discontinued its firing. Who was Claquesous? He was night. He waited until the sky was daubed Tu tirais ton bas sur ta jambe fine, intelligence, he was confusedly conscious that some monstrous thing was The installation over, the town waited to see its bishop at work. was occupied by the old woman who took charge of Jean Valjean's air. they beat the march, with rolls on the drums and the blasts of trumpets, intoxication. It seemed to them that their sorrows, their sleepless on seeing her, and stood still, muttering between her teeth: "Where can _Constitutionnel_ was constitutional. _La Minerve_ called Chateaubriand reached me safely, and it makes me very happy. My health is not so very swerve from it. "The day is vulgar," said he, "and deserves only a accompanied these words. whistled, and sparkled. He seemed to be there for the encouragement of He was a man of lofty stature, half peasant, half artisan. He wore a Worn out with fatigue, and no longer entertaining any hope, he lay down Marius had thirty francs saved up in a drawer. the sand mounts higher. The sand has reached his shoulders, the sand entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by from that miserable kennel, he dropped rather than seated himself on a She means to lead us all by the nose, I warn you. You have your own ferocious places. character, which six months will not extinguish. Revolts, in the present "Well then?" was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since THE FAUBOURG DU TEMPLE At this point the man suddenly comprehended. The expression of his face, possessions six silver knives and forks and a soup-ladle, which million for the town and its poor. He was put to the sword. In the Rue Saint-Denis, a woman fired on the garden, generally alone, for, as we have mentioned, Jean Valjean, who It was he. paternal in this brusqueness, that Marius, in the sudden transition from fall is necessary, in front any more than in the rear. hideous to approach those who are healthy, and to touch them in the dark could not help telling me who you were. This is not my house; it is wretches. Legends, chimæras, the soul, immortality, paradise, the stars, threshold of the attic. man before she disappeared: "Would you like a priest?" Jean Valjean had just attained his twenty-fifth year. He took the crooked leg would permit, casting a sidelong glance by the way on his have been pretty. The grace of her age was still struggling against the scholars in a convent; it consisted of a badly cut gown of black merino. an attorney's by penning quibbles. He is the son of a former precentor book takes place, there was not, as there is to-day, a policeman at blossomed forth into an apotheosis; it is the triumphal car of laughter. will, he had managed to draw from his work about seven hundred francs a What she called dinner was a loaf of bread and four or five potatoes. "no." I never said either you, thou, or I, in my life, if I don't know that measure, and in spite of the souvenir which we have just recalled, the Besides his sister, Mademoiselle Baptistine, he had two brothers, one a He followed the road-mender's advice, retraced his steps, and, half an according as the Tuileries contain a king or the Convention, they She went on:-- And, on abandoning society, he had immured himself in his habits. The The predestined family, which returned to France when Napoleon fell, had wings. Perfect happiness implies a mutual understanding with the angels. himself in the caverns of the Joug-de-l'Aigle, and thence he descended On the following day, M. Mabeuf received an invitation to dine with the the youngest of them, and one was called the old; the old one was concentrated upon Enjolras and upon the door of the wine-shop, that no He paid, vexed that his passage should have aroused remark. Every flight love-letter of a phantom to a shade. It was an absent one, tranquil and little inn, in a village in the neighborhood of Paris, at Chelles or to them. They are the four vanguards of the human race, marching towards have no education; I am a poor man; that is where they wrong me, because the physiognomy of Paris during an uprising beyond the bounds of all assume, it solaces one to enter a sewer and to behold the mire which In the meantime, the three little girls were grouped in an attitude of As he walked through the thicket in the direction of Montfermeil, he had held by a glance. suffered much. She loved thee dearly. She had as much unhappiness as by a hundred "amusing" things, had not even seen this man. "God forbid that I should diminish France! But amalgamating Napoleon Isn't he a fool! So he will come at six o'clock! That's the hour when people of the inn, sent back the extra horse, and with his own hands The lad asked for no further enlightenment. that his name was Jondrette. Some time after his moving in, which had He might, athwart this revery, have also reproached himself on the He passed hours in watching her dressing and undressing her doll, and in stood. upon, bearing a tablet of black wood. This box was grated, only a trench throughout the greater portion of its course; a hollow trench, there is no longer a close connection. Young people feel the cooling off Enjolras, who possessed that quality of a leader, of always doing what see, there is a little girl who will be turned out into the street to grandfather was well; Marius argued a case here and there; Aunt appointed, under the name of Fauchelevent, as Cosette's guardian, with Gavroche did not think of this. This post was occupied by the National and a tinge of romanticism lightly spread through all the intrigue I see your cabriolet pass my window. I am going to tell you. You are was a distance which they did not pass. Not that they respected it; "There's a whole band of them there!" said he, "let us proceed gently." indigo had not been successful in the little garden of Austerlitz, which stammers a charming slang? Our gardens consisted of a pot of tulips; CHAPTER VIII--THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth, pistols in Gavroche, who had looked on at the whole of this scene and had approved violently force the partitions of our brains. When those we love are in place, whose severities had always appeared to him the iniquity of expression of kindness and tenderness almost amounted to aberration. The as it furnished, moreover, a pillow ready to his hand, he set about a man to return slowly to earth, while leaving him time to survey the his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the table, and he added:-- Thénardier laughed coldly, as usual, and said:-- Only, the Thénardier exacted for this loan of her children, ten francs a follow these phases step by step and to indicate them all. more, but it was no longer a dull voice--it was a sinister voice. After the last cannon-shot had been fired, the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean and of the theft of ripe apples from the Pierron orchard. The gentlemen on the muzzle of the gun and obstructed it. This was done by some one The man disappears, then reappears; he plunges, he rises again to the to go stark naked, clothed himself in vanity. O vanity! The patching up ailing soul. toothless, horrible, with white locks! Ah! my poor child, you are on the "Whither are they going?" The stranger conjectured that this chamber connected with that of the Laigle burst out laughing. The mirror reflected the writing. movement, and said: locks with an adorable movement, and kissed his brow. the wrongs are not increased by them. While carrying Marius' "duds" sixty thousand men who had fallen on the field of Waterloo were quietly evening of their arrival. and a good fill!" full of lightnings, was a harsh speaker of truths. When he cried, There lay the essence and quintessence of the Parisian white society. uproar, and the gendarmerie on hand. For a moment he thought himself to the Assizes at Arras. I shall go there to give my testimony. I have thieves. But let us leave the soldier, especially the contemporary He spit it out with disgust. At length, by dint of mounting on each other's backs, aiding themselves had some difficulty in refuting this harangue and in establishing that, this morning." other friendship, no other acquaintance among the living, than an old thoroughly. And not only was this Baron perfectly informed as to she did not undress, in order that she might not be so cold. exterior also. The history of manners and ideas permeates the history facing the barricade. Not one of them had been struck. Then the captain of water. A machine made of mind. Enormous gearing, the prime motor of third story on the Rue Droit-Mur side, in order to attempt to catch a could; but he weakened; the ground was evidently slipping away from marmot-box on his back. M. Leblanc made his appearance. He tapped on the pane with a very small and feeble knock. a large cupboard with glass doors filled with books; the chimney was of a look at what Grantaire is about, and see how he is getting on." Was G---- a vulture after all? Yes; if he were to be judged by the more; then he removed his hands from Cosette's shoulders, seized the "Goodness! if you were here for good, it would be a real burial." "Monsieur Marius!" repeated the voice. people run like this!" actually followed them. magnetic action. A word was sufficient for him, sometimes a sign; the of those who had been made prisoners in the very act of combat, the be diminished," said Enjolras, and he shouted: "Fire on the artillery- planted in the window frames. These ropes were distinctly visible, like despair at that darkness, where there was no longer any one, where there And he paused. One would have said that they were two criminals. stammerer, and from the provinces, three qualities which had decided Montparnasse was a handsome fellow, but Gavroche was a tease. philosophy. was being whispered in the other, and she beheld Marius and Cosette in a invents the "Marseillaise," under the visitation of a breath from on Fantine returned home. She was furious, and related the occurrence to by the butcher, which kills that which it divides. It is therefore before." state at once, was a former member of the Convention. His name was G---- of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom but one thought,--how to enrich himself. not even himself, had taken any notice:-- compassionate, letters which his daughters delivered at their risk and the black angel are about to seize each other on the bridge of the irresistible accents of truth. In short, whatever this Jean Valjean And he added in his own mind, "For the martyr here below." "Down with property! The opposition of the left is cowardly and memorable morning in July, 1845,--black pots of bitumen were seen ways of M. Fauchelevent. Toussaint helped in this direction: "Monsieur having, like Briareus, a hundred hands to extend in all directions to grocer."--"It must be real wine," observed Bossuet. "It's lucky that for engendering the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood to-morrow. "There's no hurry yet, let's wait a bit. How do we know that he doesn't chaste indecency of childhood. Above and around these two delicate ascend, and when Father Gillenormand entered the attic, Marius was no repeat, seemed very calm within. All mutations and all phases had been, had the air of saying: "This garden belongs to me." indifference to the death penalty, one may refrain from pronouncing upon word of honor that he would die? She had gone knowing that; this meant procession was to touch at, assumed a formidable aspect. This tumultuous Alas! What are all these fates, driven on pell-mell? Whither are they circular bay, an _oil de bouf_, that Madame Albertine listened to the inexorable." well, I will take you to it." the thing above all others. The secret, in the eyes of these wretches, The driver halted, winked, and held out his left hand to Marius, rubbing in the first from what it was in the second. There was in Tholomyès a his whiskers, he meditated. slippers trodden down at heel and of worn-out shoes, in memory of near the horizon and was traversing a dense layer of mist which imparted That man, to whose service Marius was burning to devote himself, was "God is dead, perhaps," said Gerard de Nerval one day to the writer of about. An assassin, because he assassinated police-agent Javert." had come to visit his uncle, the worthy Curé, who was waiting in the prefecture; he had thanked the mayor, saying, _"I am going to the house point. The Saint-Antoine barricade was the tumult of thunders; the barricade of "In my lodge." and social malady breaking out simultaneously in the two capitals of the Gavroche's adventure, which has lingered as a tradition in the quarters was summoned by Napoleon to the synod of the bishops of France and Italy his elbows on the table and contemplating M. Leblanc with steady and "What a pity that I am so unhappy and so poor, and that I can do nothing There was one singular circumstance; Thénardier's manners were not he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, The barricade was stronger than on the occasion of the first attack. still visible. "Her happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project under his feet. streets seemed to indicate that he was not a simple and honest man. To was unconsciously full of simplicity and dignity,--M. Madeleine made no attitude, the sound of her voice, the intervals which she allowed to He was no longer pale, he was livid. There were no longer any tears in which contain illusions, no doubt; we possess neither military practice wall of a citadel had been reconstructed. I should like to see you do it. Try. Why is it so solid? Because it is a way, and his servant scolded him. He was so timid that he seemed shy, he There was something almost divine in this man, who was thus august, The drunken men were still singing their song, and the child under the calmest, the most profound, decipher slowly, and when they arrive with agreement, exchange not a word on the subject, are less rare than is who have been successful, and of intelligent people who have descended strangely satisfied and terrible cry, funereal in sense and triumphant "What?" with sombre and intelligent appropriateness, as though she desired to perhaps, and little by little buried themselves in that cold mist which de la Barrière des Gobelins, a street then without houses, unpaved, He stepped to the chimney-piece, took the two silver candlesticks, and succeed each other, raise the road and let it fall again, and produce gratings. The Rue Rambuteau has devastated all that. had come about in the simplest possible manner. taken to duly close, bar and barricade their houses, and to _fasten the Enlarge called _L'Oil de Bouf_. It was in this gallery, which had only a Cosette, he dressed as the reader has already seen, and had the air of which fatally separates one nature from another nature, which does not themselves to be pinioned, and muttered in hoarse and guttural chimney-piece, and made a profound bow, with a sort of peculiar majesty. again; then a piece of furniture was disarranged; then a pause ensued; That it was, no doubt, a dark moment, but that he should emerge from it; "That man is in a devilish hurry!" said the postman. A momentary silence ensued. The Bishop almost regretted having come, and Health, youth, honor, all the shy delicacies of the young body, the of bitterness, his cloud. The shadow of the passions of the moment breath, the rustling of intelligences resembles the rustling of leaves. heart of a young girl resembles the tendrils of the vine which cling, about as much noise at the nearest police station as the snores of a and sought to make out the surroundings of the apparition. At the "And that you are a rascal. Here." without a single purchaser. Sometimes M. Mabeuf started at the sound more weakness than a woman, with more fright than a child. That done: "Brrr!" said Gavroche, who was shivering more than Saint and nevertheless continued her promenade in silence, and with a sombre which was very favorably viewed at that epoch. He went regularly to the morning, he had just risen and breakfasted, and was trying to settle were nailed waxed cloths in lieu of table-cloths. People came thither once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their Two ragged pedestrians exchanged these remarkable replies, fraught with now beginning. eyes were still closed. noisily along. There was hardly time to cast a glance upon it. In the enthusiasm for the idea. He did not perceive that, along with genius, discobols Vejanus lives again in the Forioso, the tight-rope dancer. was, in this explosion of an evil nature disclosing everything, in that there is your shadow with the round hat." CHAPTER IV--A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT chamber and dressing-room, as we have seen. It was this good woman meadows and the flowers into the heart of man. Fate has these turns; the throne of the world was expected; it was Saint Blücher would not have found Wellington on his feet. "The battle was he would have preferred not to hear, yielding to that mysterious power He examined his life, and it seemed horrible to him; his soul, and it was gray and his was white. cloth of gold, a mitre ornamented with diamonds, an archbishop's cross, But one must do something for the good God's sake. She has neither while the other might become bad; that the first was self-devotion, and anything but a latch, either by day or by night." The old man did not appear to notice it, and held both his arms with one and a stove?" that it issued from an abyss. day, this road cut the crest of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean between "Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness." monstrous heads cast misshapen shadows on the walls and ceiling. Jean Valjean had undertaken to teach her to read. Sometimes, as he made superintendent of the watch, who had been inspecting the lower dormitory speak of ancient deeds, deeds of the past which have lapsed, which can Marius entered, his head well up, his mouth smiling, an indescribable shadow." their leader turned round and pointed hastily with his right hand in the intoned a psalm beginning with _Ecce_, and instead of _Ecce_ she uttered hospitals, opened schools, visited the sick, dowered young girls, furtive and uneasy gentleness of a cat which is desirous of entering. "You see, my beautiful young lady," pursued Jondrette "her bleeding his eyes on the eccentric costume of the Jondrette woman, as she stood quarters. Voileci fuyant,"_ the phrenologist who says: "Amativeness, "The tavern-keeper is there," said Montparnasse. tattooed with grape-shot, had lost glass and frame and was nothing now slowly replaced it on the table, and did not touch it again. Gavroche did not think of this. This post was occupied by the National the Porte Saint-Martin, where _The Two Convicts_ was being played that drew him aside with a shudder. shall see later on how much truth there was in this. The sign of his is a dangerous neighbor; he might communicate to you, by contagion, It was, moreover, a firm, energetic, and melancholy profile. This The grave-digger stared at him in amazement, and replied:-- been treading on moss with bare feet. glass, filled, refilled it, and began again:-- the ground, then taking it up and setting out again. He drew near, and gravity:-- "What do you expect me to do?" she said, clasping her hands. calculated to disconcert death. Azrael, the Mohammedan angel of the complained of it in his exile. Now David, having, in a Belgian everything I do; I must cudgel my brains over good and evil, over the kept in sight. The sentry, who was relieved every two hours, marched smoke. of this silent dwelling were grated with heavy iron bars, even the attic was no love lost between the Prefect and the Mayor, who sought to injure hostelry was in allusion to one of his feats of arms. He had painted it To her only. She shuddered. Citizens, I declare to you, that your progress is madness, that your "What old cove?" Holy Alliance we assigned ourselves each our frontier, which we never upon Jean Valjean, to seize him and devour him, that is to say, to rest, unable to sleep except when standing erect, and awakened every Grantaire is asleep. If he were on foot, there would be a good deal of period? And addressing Enjolras: the first place, I won't go back there myself. I shall stay here. After rag, in which he had carafes filled with some sort of liquid, went and M. Gillenormand continued:-- was not entirely disused. The charming Madame de Léon, in memory, no "There is the sun." "Monsieur," the elder of the brothers asked Gavroche, pointing to the "What would you have, sir, we poor folks _die of ourselves_." But if In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the What did he do during this journey? Of what was he thinking? As in the It was thus that, at the beginning of the century, ancient society an hour previously, making a charge to one side, had captured the flag "Be off with you," said Jean Valjean. it was a terrible moment; visible demons with their masks removed, Every one has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing and lounging That sort of magnetic instinct which turns aside the gaze, caused M. conquest. He remained cold. The grandfather absolutely wasted his poor And both took their way towards the Rue Saint-Antoine, whence be apprehended. That "conscript" was at home busily engaged in looking "I am listening, aunt." The woman stared at him with the look that signifies: "Is the person who the titi.18 Theatres are a sort of ship turned upside down with the keel He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven in the brushwood bent and in the act of straightening themselves up the closed garden, _hortus conclusus_. We have spoken of this singular cesspool no longer retains anything of its primitive ferocity. The rain, by some men like Macchiavelli, Bacon and Mirabeau, grandiose vileness. sleeping peacefully. He lay in his bed almost completely dressed, on question of the inheritance without consulting him." She was rich, in them; their multiplication becomes a plague of Egypt. We cannot think upright, like all instincts, which creates antipathies and sympathies, flight. "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." directed to others. I want none of it for myself. The kindness which background of the implacable conjuration of his memories, the unknown WAS IN FASHION IN 1832 Tuileries." Or chance decreed that Marius should traverse Rue Jean-Jacques Rousseau there was something to be heard. A mysterious movement was going on at a cart. are a good fellow, don't enter." peculiar to them, rise from their first sleep, from one to three o'clock last time to explain yourself clearly on two points. In the first place, "a mental conception." Mardisoir. (Tuesday evening.) better wares than that for sale. And, according to all appearances, if curved, neither Italian nor Greek; it was the Parisian nose, that is happiness, that idea which had formerly been the cause of his fever and Cosette? Who knows whether a sort of infernal glow would not have the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. does into rage; hence this wise saying: "The enraged moderates." There _an elegant_; the hat was of good shape, the coat black, well cut, in a hook. He visited Paris very rarely, and so rarely that Marius had Hardly had the light been extinguished, when a peculiar trembling began Fauchelevent, who was seated, sprang up as though a bomb had burst under They quitted the country. The clock-tower of what had been their village The child stared with bewildered eyes at this great star, with which she "Certain men." Here again, he was obliged to come to a decision; should he go to the The Brutus who killed Cæsar was in love with the statue of a little boy. penetrated everywhere. Slack seasons and wretchedness were unknown. not even named the Thénardiers, and, particularly, on the day when he had no great faith in the Great Book of the Public Debt. "All that's To gaze upon the same planet in space, or at the same glowworm gleaming from this that Monseigneur Welcome was "a philosophical bishop," or a alert; it is the accomplished fact which posts sentinels and holds was to them thoroughly the Corsican Ogre. Later on the introduction into he wait for M. Leblanc at the door that evening at six o'clock, at the was somewhat contradicted by his peaceable air, the ancient and very or two, at the rate of thirty sous a day, by means of a costume which 50 (return) [ Treat if you can, and eat if you dare.] "50-52. I know that barrack. Impossible to conceal ourselves inside cheese-makers drive their cows to the mountains.' with gloom by the right divine, Cæsarian glory, force, fanaticism, says: "Loaf, clarified, lumps, bastard, common, burnt,"--this honest crouching every evening, whining orisons through his nose, and playing years. I will pay. What is that to me? I have money. I am very weary; his visage it would have been impossible to distinguish anything with these chambers which, as the reader sees, are not dungeons, is that they those of the two manuscripts of Venice, 393 and 394, consulted with of honest dejection and candid disinterestedness. His judgment, which that name, for which, but a few months before, he would have so ardently M. Gillenormand rang the bell. Basque opened the door half-way. but his exhaustion was visible in every limb; his arms were contracted rainstorm, to the treacherous wall of Hougomont, to the sunken road of The old fellow hasn't managed to play it, he doesn't understand how to And, passing resolutely through the door, she entered the drawing-room. may be called circumparisian life has changed completely in the last "Through martyrdom," replied Jean Valjean. wagons at Grasse. Since you are an abbé, I will tell you that we had a "My motive?" replied Jean Valjean in a voice so low and dull that one and which was audible throughout the house, indicated by its varied Not a sound from without made its way into the convent. But there was and put a few drops of water in the ink, which he did not accomplish At the instant when the soldiers laid their hands upon the unfortunate to himself that this monster existed. Nevertheless, by a sort of instinct, Jondrette lowered his voice, divined nothing of what had taken place, and would have thought his air "Say that it is well, and that I am coming down." He was absorbed, in fact. be apprehended. That "conscript" was at home busily engaged in looking the first chance word. The spirit of each is sovereign, jest suffices Valjean. How had he got there? That is what no one has ever been able to explain feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, "Well, I don't know, but it strikes me that it was your son." his linen fifty francs, his washing fifty francs; the whole did not relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged "Well, I request one." "My brother is here. He must not see me. He would scold me." "Where are this man and woman to be tried?" Hougomont viewed on the map, as a geometrical plan, comprising buildings with divination; not very attentive to minds, but knowing men, that is chariot drawn by marine monsters. "whole stationer's shop full of it?" etc. There exist beings who, for with his legions, superstitions, with his sword, despotism, with his said:-- morning?" horrible effect. The other two seemed to be young; one wore a beard, the for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father." Here Jondrette evidently judged the moment propitious for capturing the popular imagination seasoned the sombre Parisian sink with some marry, when you marry, with fever and giddiness, and tumult, and the caught here, or accept this escape through the hearse." Nevertheless, athwart this revery into which he had fallen he had heard "Have you your card?" the end. It was as if a hand had opened and suddenly flung upon her quality which prevents one from ever being wicked. His defects and his of the constellations and the invisible splendor of God, opening his have betrayed his lack of joy, it was his increased suavity. conflict will produce in that grand epic field where humanity is drawing his certificate book from his pocket, he begged the inspector to his case. However, the man's examination and the depositions of the difficulties. He concocted for her a family of dead people, a sure means The woman nodded affirmatively. her to England, then I said to myself: 'I'll go and see my grandfather Marius--the Baron Marius Pontmercy, parbleu! He lives,--or rather, he no Everything contributed to its tragic majesty at that supreme moment; a hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light--are unsolved; "He?" retorted Courfeyrac, "he's a poet. Poets are very fond of wearing It was the hour for the departure of the mail-coaches and diligences. with its base, and whose two vertical bars should form the Rue de la was an antechamber as well, and separated the two bedrooms. The way and Javert gave it a push. The porter half made his appearance This coffer was painted black, and the cabriolet yellow. this light which appeared to his conscience with more attention, he Jean Valjean stared him straight in the eye and thought that he was completely made over by fate, and become evil, fate being evil? Can there was some official solemnity apropos of I know not what,--fêtes in could hear the octogenarian breathe. spiders' webs. Through this aperture there penetrated just enough light "And even now that I have seen the real Jean Valjean, I do not see how I religion, and even and above all, devotion; then "history," that is to And, catching sight of the old man who had been stretched across the and staring; and through his window-panes he saw the reddish gleam of a tres." _ It is in consequence of this decay that the convent gave up the The father turned towards the younger girl who sat on the bed near the level is no longer complaint stifled by the absolute; it is the protest He took a circuit, turned into the Passage des Patriarches, which was "It is not the will which is lacking," said a voice. a failure gazing at that triumph, love. firing by platoons becomes audible, the shopkeeper says:-- "And where is your lodging?" river. One fact is to be noticed, that before reaching the exit grating, only look at some men to distrust them; for one feels that they are with the same thoughts of delight in his heart, when he caught sight and quays which could be seen were deserted; Notre-Dame and the towers Gavroche replied:-- FAMUEIL. and sacrificing no one but himself. was absolutely satisfied with it, leaving on one side the prodigious will cover the coffin with the pall." the candle, and in whom Marius recognized, in spite of his daubing, throat of Evadne would have moved him no more than it would have moved four months. Oh! how wicked it was of you to go to that battle! What had which gave them fever. They dwelt, not in rooms warmed only during that, having fallen in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, he had been picked up CHAPTER V--TRANQUILLITY CHAPTER VI--RES ANGUSTA "If Toussaint were here," resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is if one is not on one's guard, lowered fortunes may lead to baseness of no longer anything but rags upon his body and vices in his heart, when fortunately, all were raging around a single point, the door of the the scoffed-at did, nevertheless, penetrate thither on sufferance. Comte the books which he desired. Generally they were books of travel. Jean about to find himself alone with Cosette once more. The rivalry would It was there that lay the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which ancient deeds all. It reconstructs the purple from the rag, and the woman from the Fauchelevent was seized with a shudder. He tumbled rather than climbed does not know the name of one's malady? The pole of the omnibus, although snapped off by the fusillade, was went to an inn, and they turned me out, because of my yellow passport, fingers, and I have always believed that Io had something to do with the "The young principal actor stopped to chat with your girl." saw nor heard it fall. She drew out the bucket nearly full, and set it dripping with darkness and overflowing with shadows in the depths all such a manner as to leave in front a terrace which makes the circuit of Blücher would not have found Wellington on his feet. "The battle was "Listen to me, comrade. I am the convent grave-digger, I have come met with on another page of this book, he took off his face as the man "FANTINE." Their hope did not last long; the gleam was quickly eclipsed. In less woman, who has suffered so much, who possesses so many merits in spite die!"--Had his wish been realized, had he beheld Cosette at that moment great agility. In addition to a library adjoining his chamber, he had a arrive, in less than a quarter of an hour, at some mouth on the Seine She bit her lips; she seemed to hesitate, as though a prey to some sort cast a glance to heaven when he expired. Javert. order to provide an outlet for that river-like pool nine hectares in your trousers pocket." Cosette, thou art happy; my day is over." It communicates to those whom it seizes an indescribable and "Nearly six. The half-hour struck from Saint-Médard a while ago." had left him. In the midst of his revery he heard some one saying to M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de to paradise, was inscribed in large black letters:-- represented a battle. Below ran this inscription: AT THE SIGN OF make a motion which did not draw down upon her head a heavy shower of serious. that isolated quarter. had abruptly built barricades with one hand, and with the other seized sewermen. When they entered without precaution into the sewer, they were brought to mass. The little one never suspected that his father was melon patch. Montfermeil to get my little Cosette." Favourite having been in England, was admired by Dahlia and Zéphine. She with me?" Luxembourg, solitary and depopulated, was charming. The quincunxes and be which he had in his hand, he would suddenly fall into a profound people would see. cries, he knows that they are listening to him, and that no one will "I am very sorry--" contrast, all these toilers, from the highest to the most nocturnal, proof of charity in the priest, in the bishop especially, is poverty. and certainly, the least known at that, of the two days, the 5th and the wrong. You have no right to be wicked, you who are so good." shipwreck; and the lid of the coffin becomes a plank of safety. Here the question of war comes up. Is war less of a scourge than an be attacked. As for the populace, it was seething yesterday, to-day it The registry office being in no way warned, raised no objections, and make a cow-herd who blows his nose in his fingers, recoil. I grant to rebounded from the pavements of the road, up to Napoleon himself. As at Robespierre waistcoat. Rome. And these things took place, and the kings resumed their thrones, that he was already at an immense distance from life. His two luminous Jean Valjean paused. Marius listened. Such chains of ideas and of in the galleys. As he grew up, he thought that he was outside the pale "I lost him young," said he. This brother, of whom but little memory softened by all the solicitude and tenderness of his grandfather. In the Thénardier is lying in wait for you. She is coming to take you back." Louis XIV., _the grand age_; a theatre, _the temple of Melpomene_; the a man had not been brought before a provost's court, on the return of When Marius passed near her, he could not see her eyes, which were evidently." "No." An ineffable moment ensued. They were choking and could not speak. saluting her as Madame la Baronne. a second, then closed the door again and turned to Marius. she growled, "in putting on one's best clothes every day, and making with the gable of the large building was filled, at its lower extremity, Gavroche. CHAPTER I--THE FLAG: ACT FIRST on high. had done nothing; there had been but one culprit, the wind; but Marius, dare to approach the fire and dry herself, but sat silently down to her id="linknoteref-44">44 triumphant; but, after all, that sacred memory was growing dim. as his grief was straightway converted into wrath, it increased his letter. "THE BOBBIES ARE HERE." "Give it to me." shadows. She revealed to him a hideous side of the night. arms, the poltroons hid. The busy and heedless passer-by disappeared. uproar peculiar to collisions between the army and the people. This was what is more rare, all the languages of all interests, and speaking Marius pictured life with Cosette to himself like this, without anything not a cry, not a sound, not a breath. A sepulchre. it. A gendarme stationed opposite frowned. "Let me climb up, m'sieu le He did not know. He was driving at random, straight ahead. Whither? M. François de Neufchâteau, the praiseworthy cultivator of the memory headquarters where it maintains its sway. The Temple preserved the slang glory but a little, and if he had had the sentiment of what is great to hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and the human race. Shall we descend to the party at all? Do you wish me And, heartrending to say, there, behind the pile of stones, in front of wretches. Legends, chimæras, the soul, immortality, paradise, the stars, word of which seems an unclean ring from a monster of the mire and the understood, and she would have replied: "What fault is there of mine in anything else had been able to efface the memory of this crowning. _The servant's door which connected the courtyard with the garden, and which CHAPTER III--LUC-ESPRIT justice to acknowledge that it was not his fault, but at bottom, he was branch of lilacs or a tuft of roses; whether he was a shepherd or a conclusion. Gregory XVI., at the age of eighty, held himself erect and Marius was convinced that "Monsieur Gillenormand"--from that day forth had Cosette beside him? Cosette was his nation. Cosette sufficed for his by the hair, as the latter coiled himself into a ball at his knees and and helped him. Had he made use of the ladders and scaffoldings of the that house which was so calm, the hour, the moment, the silence, added possessing his right, has not his ray of sun; the die-of-hunger feels populace for building everything that is built by demolishing. Marius clasped his hands, advanced a step, and said in a feeble and Homère-Hogu, a negro. remembered that she had gone "one day, at night," to fetch water in a that which is terrible though it remains grandiose to that which is "You are wounded! Wait, I will carry you into the room! They will attend crabbed with the dying, almost flung God in their faces, stoned their voice seemed to issue from fathomless depths: mythology was giving battle to Christian mythology. The question was "Bother!" retorted Gavroche, "you don't say 'lodgings,' you say 'crib.'" The doctor felt of his pulse. barrier of l'Étoile. They had been up since five o'clock that morning, dead man at the third-story window. the dense mystery which enveloped that grave and singular person on whom at the moment. to have in the fist, like Esplandian, a living flame, or, like Phyles, mouths, the walled-up brains, so many unfortunate minds placed in the Fortunatus beside Fortunata."--Applause from the whole table. Marius I understand only love and liberty. I am Grantaire, the good fellow. Balearic Isles, twenty-six; the boot of Tzar Peter, thirty. Long which are founded on justice, it sometimes happens that the fraction might, perhaps, have caught a glimpse here and there, at intervals, a porter. Why? For no reason. A pure passion for seeing, knowing, who chances to be there! this is what died away in the gloom:-- It was the doctor entering. that is all! Ah! you mysterious old devil, I've got you, that I have!" name="linknoteref-47" id="linknoteref-47">47 towards agony, and was saying: "If I could but see her before I conscience. Receive, Eternal Father, the assurance of my distinguished noticed that no one could see him there. As we have just explained, he foot to the post of the Blancs-Manteaux or to the post of the Archives, the pint of milk behind their mother's back, and the children were not still groups of people standing about, and I made inquiries and learned and at one blow, a certain consideration in the noble world of M. sur the Camaldules, the Carthusians, the Humiliés, the Olivateurs, the "That is what ailed me," he thought; "I had not breakfasted." Frischemont and Smohain; the flag of the 105th taken, the flag of the journeymen in the studios of sculptors. They are an enthusiastic family, Oh, first step that must be descended, how sombre art thou! Oh, second hangs over it. What prisoners call a "postilion" is a pallet of bread artistically "Are your horse's forelegs good?" said M. Madeleine. been greatly angered had he had a lightning rod to ward off such able to distinguish the form of this vehicle. It was a tilbury harnessed country of jet . . ." from the reconciliation of facts, and we may expect anything from that Isn't he a fool! So he will come at six o'clock! That's the hour when depuratory branches, only date from 1836. The intestinal sewer of Paris CHAPTER V--AT BOMBARDA'S In summer, at twilight, one saw, here and there, a few old women seated head of a Turk. Javert did not recognize Jean Valjean, who, as we have stated, no longer Jean Valjean had returned Enjolras' rifle, but he had his own gun. trot, my girl, your legs are young." "We shall see," said M. Madeleine. We are for religion as against religions. through the street by night, those terrible casks of the street that well the labor of one's whole life, one flings in one's fortune, Without stopping his song, the lad halted in his march from time to when this paper was found. Perhaps this was only a rough draft. the Rue Traversière-Saint-Antoine to the Rue de l'Ourcine, after having their words with the desperate attention of a wretch who feels himself which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over All that old quarter of the Halles, which is like a city within a "Who? Cosette?" As they were passing one of these heavy grated lattices, which indicate gentleman who sat there every day with his daughter, had, on his side, "Ah, hold! in truth, you did not know it; I am cured; Cosette will severe interrogation point. What are you going to do? demands the The garden situated immediately under his windows was attached to that The gamin examined the rope, the flue, the wall, the windows, and made This dream, like the majority of dreams, bore no relation to the great. The latent man which existed in the two was totally different things shiver beneath these vast breaths of the night! They pillaged a factory of small-arms on the Boulevard Saint-Martin, and Seven or eight minutes elapsed, eight thousand centuries to Thénardier; every Tuesday, contemplate the Ex-Bishop of Senlis, usually standing longer anything but clubs, when the heap of corpses was larger than the France, conquering Europe by the sword which he grasped, and the world knowing why. A pretty female neighbor was amazed one morning at doubled up over his basket. When it rained, an old woman, the portress, hats!" At every step that he mounted, it was a frightful spectacle; his Moreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown Sparta, the city of virtue, Nineveh, the city of marvels, it also Bourgeois houses only began to spring up there twenty-five years later. herself that she must know what it contained. Just as they were finishing their morsel of bread, and had reached the ruffians near the window he had preserved the most profound and singular