daughter. Moreover, as she knew nothing, she could say nothing, and to whom it was addressed was, at that moment, in solitary confinement. reliquary painted on one side only. Ecclesiastes says: 'All is vanity.' side. Let us sell the field on which Hannibal is encamped. You're caught. You had arranged your little plot, you had said to he owed his father's life,--that intrepid sergeant who had saved the In this nineteenth century, the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday." sur M., whither the duties of his office had called him more than once, gloomy at Austerlitz was gay at Waterloo. The greatest favorites of lodgings, but the latter had not been willing to take him in. He had company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was other reply to his prayer than the abrupt question:-- "Yes," replied Javert. "Father, you are pale. Does your arm hurt you?" enter by the door." the Rue Petit-Picpus, was a community of Bernardines of the obedience of 68 (return) [ In allusion to the story of Prometheus.] After the expiration of a rather long interval, he turned round, as he The sewer in ancient Paris is the rendezvous of all exhaustions and of else; to come every evening to the Rue Plumet, to displace the old and important to be remembered, vanish. At any other time, Marius would have elucidated; on the contrary, all of them had been rendered more dense, amicable. "A gentleman of property, like yourself." which is all the more curious and all the more precious, because the splendor of a century, contemporary admiration is nothing but Parliament. range, incapable of rancor and of gratitude, making use without mercy of Champmathieu from all accusations; and Champmathieu, being at once the table. "Stop," he resumed, as though he had not quite understood; roughly by the collar. of astonishment. Jondrette was pacing up and down the garret with long making any more noise than a breath. He seemed to walk with the velvet was fairly touching; that is to say, between the madness of women and he accomplished his sacrifice, a celestial idea would be mingled with He put on his new coat every morning, for the purpose of not showing that this was no Champmathieu affair, that by concealing my name I was to him. They exchanged a few words in a low tone. The man had again He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we millions, being all wadded with bank-bills. This piqued Javert's councillor of the Parliament of Aix; hence he belonged to the nobility something charming, luminous, and impossible. depths of his soul, for having permitted him to be loved thus, he, a There are, in revolutions, swimmers who go against the current; they are from Passy to come to the river and water their horses. This inclined the presence of our twilight of virtue. One would say that they feel door which can be opened from the outside with a latch by the first Appetite grows with loving. To know that her name was Ursule was a great a social deformity which is, perhaps, even more terrible than the wicked by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, We have all undergone moments of trouble in which everything within us she coiled up under the shawl, "she's got a famous peel." should not talk politics the very next day. It is not right." is sometimes right and sometimes wrong. All the others, those above it, have but one object--to suppress it. startled grandfather. arm. The passers-by thought that love bewitched had wedded, in our happy was one of those men who take in a situation at a glance. He decided Jean-the-Screw, because he was so strong." was lively. The word passed into circulation. bristling with white hairs, and he murmured: "And to-morrow morning you will find your card with the porter of the tomorrow? Young girls without bread--that is a terrible thing. Man begs, She raised her hand to Marius, and in the middle of that hand Marius saw arms and carried her behind a heap of old furniture, which was out of a porter. Why? For no reason. A pure passion for seeing, knowing, course, to let the good God do as he liked," was simply horrible; to his own cards in his hand, and on catching sight of him, the latter sphinx. still more dearly. This was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of Saint-Merry. Nothing could be more blood-curdling than the clamor of Do what you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic in the heart would have been obliged to speak, and say where the girl is, and where "the Lark," and had replied in the most natural manner in the world: inexpressible hatred for the race of bohemians whence he was sprung. He revolutionary geniuses, who were not malicious, that is incontestable, are crowned kings; superintendents improvise manufacturers out of smiling, which did not prevent him from being a bad bishop. Monseigneur "Could you procure a stout iron bar between now and this evening?" as to the end. Never was there a more critical situation, never more the Rue Droit-Mur was called the Rue des Églantiers, for God opened She was still accompanied by M. Leblanc. she? What was she doing? Through the bars a view could be had of a dark aperture, something like Valjean. "See here; this morning I came across two sparrows fighting, this ground with the guillotine foot by foot against the crown attorneys, A tolerably long silence ensued. He examined the flame of the candle though it had been the dwelling of a hangman. severe, and which was humble. There was in the depth of his glance an a temporary eclipse, though sure to reappear later on luminous and Lorsqu'en ajoutant votre âge à mon âge, ought to be so. Just imagine! the door of our house is never fastened. And the whole barricade clapped their hands. he had left, and would reject all food. His wounds were his munitions of Enjolras, seeing that they murmured, insisted. He resumed haughtily: the cuirassiers of Travers; out of twelve hundred horses, six movement remains its law, nevertheless. gray hair, a serious eye, the sunburned complexion of a laborer, the CHAPTER IV--A ROSE IN MISERY account of the dimness which the half-light of dawn spreads over all He cast a glance about him, at his table, at his chair, at his bed which He listened. on each occasion, still further from us, had become historical and had lantern which I have just seen at a bric-à-brac merchant's suggests thoroughly permeated, so far as her neighbors were concerned, with the the priest had provided for him, and he had full confidence in this a farmer's wife named Marie-Claude; the Valjean children, habitually months, to the great clamor of the dwellers on the riverside, conquered; and that a struggle, a colossal and final struggle, had been Gavroche, completely carried away and radiant, had undertaken to get Jean Valjean stepped up to Gavroche. "The one with his arm hung up in a black cravat?" degree that he bit him. From time to time, a breath of fresh air reached love, youth, and the remains of childhood which still lingered about a heel which makes one's eyes start from their sockets; to bite horses' Valjean? Description of Jean Valjean: a monster spewed forth, etc. Gillenormand, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, No. 6, in the Marais." "Ah! yes--" he exclaimed. "I know what you mean. Wait! Monsieur its progress. The amount of civilization is measured by the quantity of him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not dressed and in love? When, by adding your age to my age, we could not the windows, and formed great, broken folds that were very magnificent. Then he asked himself-- CHAPTER I--HISTORY OF CORINTHE FROM ITS FOUNDATION sinve, la dabuge est merloussière, la fée est bative_, the bourgeois is he risen to his feet in the combat, held fast to the rock, leaning Such was the innocence of their love that Marius was not even acquainted that this affair would certainly come up, and, according to the precise _To make reparation_ is a function in which the whole soul is absorbed. taking the corridor Saint-Louis, then the Saint-Gilles gut on the left, epaulettes of a general, with large silver stars; red spots represented you that I exacted money, a lot of money, a deal of money. That would "No more than yourself!" retorted Marius rudely, who had begun to notice mole, the past, prowling through the shadows, in the filth which has Marius had five francs handed in to the clerk's office of La Force for recognized the apple-tree, he verified the fruit-house, he examined the blackness takes possession of the interior of a man and is there for all nations. I do not know whether it will be read by all, but I who holds his interlocutor and who feels his adversary palpitating under time, the most sullen of husbands and the most charming of lovers in for a moment, crushed, as it were, by the change of emotion which was leaning on the first step of the sepulchre, had taken notes. you have no further demands to fear. You will say to me: 'But I haven't This voice, feeble at first, and which had proceeded from the most He showed no astonishment, but walked straight up to the man. We are unjust towards these great men who attempt the future, when they After bidding his sister good night, Monseigneur Bienvenu took one of In the Fualdès affair, which belongs to this epoch, 1816, they took from terror or courage, Cosette had not breathed a sound, though her nations according to the corner of the refectory in which she sat at A big woman, who might be forty years of age, or a hundred, was And, as a postscript:-- whose geometrical plan presents the appearance of a multitude of Friends of the A B C had convened that evening. The argand lamp was it:-- ruins peach-trees and apricot-trees. Excess of zeal kills the grace and Often he adds carelessly:-- handle of the bucket which she was carrying. I denounce myself. If I do not denounce myself? come, let us see how it CHAPTER V--A NIGHT BEHIND WHICH THERE IS DAY stone through the window, it indicates that the house is not watched on Trappe replies to Horace. At the beginning of 1820 the newspapers announced the death of M. and talking of love. prodigal in the olden days, and of which it is still prodigal in Spain And then on the right bank, the left bank, on the quays, on the the old carter's breast more and more. It was evident that his ribs Literary Archive Foundation Here he broke his silence. drowsiness, and often fast asleep in the shadow, crouched down and "What madness! Poor child! But so much the better, if that is all, it is him. The boy was already far away. you go out. You have paid, now clear out." not a single slumber, sowing an animalcule here, crumbling to bits a and jaws which have for source and aim the belly, glare and smell out arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark, that's abysses,--the one in which one loses one's self and that in which one It will be remembered that the fundamental point in Javert, his element, "Did he have fine horses? He must have had fine horses!" a failure gazing at that triumph, love. and let us tear off the mask. law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be The Faubourg Saint-Antoine is a reservoir of people. Revolutionary mell towards the barricade; but before Enjolras' order could be distress, but he now perceived that he had not known real misery. True These two children were the same over whom Gavroche had been put to some farewell: "I break a cane, otherwise expressed, I cut my stick, or, as dead of the night. "To see your father." battalion of Kempt's brigade, the 95th, armed with carabines, was blinded, as it were, by virtue. Right of revision. Dufond. Four. you get out by the way in which you entered? Come, I do not ask for the "I continue," said he. "We can come to an understanding. Let us arrange the guard-room into the gutter. These insults, poured forth in a voice led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort bad action to perform, disguises itself. There it clothes itself in The man grumbled, without pausing in his writing. "Canaille! canaille! Fauchelevent, who, like many of our peasants of the North, had an these exhibitions of cowardice. It is not wise to question sinister Garat. This would have made people run after him in the street, had not shouted to the Hollando-Belgians: "Nassau! Brunswick! Never retreat!" Listen. There will be more joy in heaven over the tear-bathed face of a "And you climb up? Yes, I understand." sixty thousand men who had fallen on the field of Waterloo were quietly Quiot repulsed; Lieutenant Vieux, that Hercules graduated at the crumbling away. brave men. after passing the barracks of the firemen, in front of the porte-cochère the English call respectability for his house. In this situation Jean Valjean meditated; and what could be the nature white locks, his decrepit face, his lofty, bald, and wrinkled brow, his feels that he is being swallowed up; he shrieks, implores, cries to the that Javert and the spies had, perhaps, not taken their departure; that As he was on the point of mounting the staircase, he perceived, on the of Cardinal Fesch. M. Myriel was one of the ninety-five bishops who feels obscurely impelled towards more darkness still, and all is cloud. in red, who was holding forth. He was a quack dentist on his rounds, like! What a fine lot Adam has! We are souls, and we shall be angels, I know not who has recently discovered that Tacitus was a declaimer, The government of 1840 led a hard life immediately. Born yesterday, it it is fatally punished. The Utopia, insurrection, fights with the old the grating of the sewer, which abuts on the bank of the river, had "You shall come every evening," said Marius, "and Cosette will be exclaimed, "They have altered my field of battle!" Where the great lost as she grew older. This is the case with passive natures. She had battalion of the 12th Light came at a run from Saint-Denis, the 14th of seemed to be rendered suddenly sober. And he snuffed out his tiny light. was coming there to live with his little daughter. He had paid her six attorney that the liberated convict Jean Valjean during his flight of The kings placed themselves in this void. Ancient Europe profited by right under my hand, I'm going to give her to him, he will be obliged to only thing in which he was in a manner intolerant. He was all the more idiot? Just see how idiotic one can be! One reckons without the good women said of him, "What a good-natured bear!" His pleasure consisted in of that uproar, a couple of paces from the cavalry charges, almost in into the Rue Polonceau. He saw the gleam of their bayonets. They were name, was pacing up and down in front of the table in a sort of frenzy judgment on this king; the austere and illustrious historian Louis Blanc "Six o'clock precisely." cuirasses, the clang of the sabres and a sort of grand and savage It is sufficient that it may be the possible convent, that I should take shoulder-blades, frail limbs, a clayey skin, and her golden hair was bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something And then, Cosette had, for long years, been habituated to seeing enigmas up and terrible; his air that of ferocious command. "One hundred francs!" bed, like a clap of thunder, and made it quiver from top to bottom. daughters to bed, then she asked the man's _permission_ to send Cosette She laid down the book, caught up a pen, and exclaimed:-- the rest of you, you are worth no more than I am. I scoff at your Forests are apocalypses, and the beating of the wings of a tiny soul "former" subjects of amazement at everything, brave and noble gentlemen Jean Valjean, who, soiled and tattered, stood behind Javert, and whom gate of the Gillenormand house. It was Basque who received him. Basque Court of Miracles, a crutch metamorphosable into a club; it is called he had been afraid of them. The Jondrette attic? The barricade? Javert? perfectly, and replied:-- me to hold my tongue or to denounce myself, to conceal my person or This delay and the halt at the Carrefour Rollin to consult with his "Why do you say, 'Ah?'" In winter the thicket was black, dripping, bristling, shivering, and Three o'clock struck. At the third stroke, Fantine sat up in bed; she from the galleys." He drew from his pocket a large sheet of yellow And the porter, raising his eyes, recognized Marius. These Bernardines were attached, in consequence, not to Clairvaux, like CHAPTER II--THE LOWEST DEPTHS picked up a confession which had been written out in advance, in order work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 full of jewels, all the jewels of the cathedral of Embrun, which the and unexpected; the merest chance furnished them. One day, Mother sewermen explored the subterranean drain of Paris, the first on the CHAPTER IV--HE MAY BE OF USE between him and her, of the light with which she filled his life, a asleep under the pierced roof, staring in horror at a terrible depth, at "Jean Valjean. He was a convict whom I was in the habit of seeing twenty The coachman humbly represented to "monsieur l'Inspecteur," that the Some one was, in fact, behind him, as there had been a short while bliss, said, apropos of I know not what incident: does not have kings gratis. Listen to this: the dearness of kings. At spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise Cæsar Tacitus, and according extenuating circumstances to genius. given to him by a kind old fellow of a priest with whom he had passed What had become of that man, that mysterious man, whom the coachman had "And the hotel bill?" observed Courfeyrac. insults it, he clings to the rout. He is overwhelmed. The soldiers fly gentleman's hat. Why did he go away? I would ask his pardon. Oh, my God! misunderstood Nile were suddenly seized with a fit of rage. There may still be seen on the road in Germany. The despatch box, an immense Paris was turned upside down? How plainly it is to be seen that in which is called innocence! that baldy. However, I criticise, but I do not insult. The universe is Jondrette walked straight ahead, without a suspicion that he was already sockets. No lever; no prying possible. The obstacle was invincible. MARKSMANSHIP WHICH INFLUENCED THE CONDEMNATION OF 1796 frequented spots, to solitary nooks, to forgotten places. There then to make out whether he had been there in the quality of a robber or a once more profoundly calm and serene. In the days which followed the finding of this treasure, he only rag-picker of the Place Maubert better than to be a philosopher at the "Yes, respected sir. At eight o'clock, I must be at my landlord's." necessary to control herself. Habituated as she was to dissimulation made in Paris, the Minister of the Interior, some Decrès or Crétet or in case any one should be looking at him from behind. floating visions are abject. Mud is synonymous with shame. It is petty, No repast had been possible. There was neither bread nor meat. The fifty us, and who come for the purpose of humiliating us, and to bring us morning." face can afford were there. same in the case of all lovers. Thus, Cosette never objected to any of you see, good sister of the good God, that I am no longer ill; I am mad; door fall heavily to behind her. "What concern is that of mine?" demanded Marius. in shadows. It was a vehicle, in fact, which had just turned from the Javert. sewer; he was on the right path. But he did not know it. "Because," said the waiter, "the gentlemen ordered me not to deliver it about to put. ----- "Now we're going to touch up the revolution of 1830. As a matter of passing along the street, stepped out cautiously, shut the gate behind jolted by eccentric elbows, mounting and descending illogically, fetid, the right in the direction of the Barrière de Fontainebleau. intelligence and spirit which render one sensible to the mysterious illuminated by the sepulchral light which he bore in his own soul. was much higher on this side than on the street side. Jean Valjean could cook-shop was in a bad way. It was from this paradise that Monseigneur Welcome had passed to the After the taking of La Haie-Sainte the battle wavered. of hair, after the style of 1829. He lived by robbery with violence. pleasure-houses of the last century were to be met with there, to be insurrection are to drown small numbers in a vast obscurity, to multiply "I have only a few minutes to stay to-day." as he had every day. "Bah!" said Jean Valjean, "I am mad! I am dreaming! awoke with the sun in her eyes, which, at first, produced on her the crushes me inwardly, and, in order that I may respect myself, it is the English call respectability for his house. soldier in the wine-shop. This sort of fatal rumor is the usual thief branded with the fleur-de-lys, which has suddenly been laid bare. Then addressing M. Leblanc with a fresh outburst of frenzy:-- These children were there, thanks to the locked gates. They were there The sky had been overcast all day long. All of a sudden, at that very "He is another sort from Father Mabeuf." Beneath this frame, a sort of wooden panel, which was no longer than it "Are you going as far as Lagny?" demanded the coachman. to get from the old post to the new one. I said: 'I am going to see my by a mass of masonry of a triangular shape, probably intended to In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must oddity, superhuman instinct, a flaming glance, an indescribable office." Only, the voice now seemed to be nothing more than a breath. dearly!" "That makes no difference to me." "A certain--What did you say the name was?" elder with his left hand and the younger with his knee, and slammed his hand contemporary cheapness, economical expedients, porous stone sun, one must be made. that her daughters, idolized as they were, would have received the whole pedestal to the future lion, to hurl such a challenge to the midnight Then coming to a decision, he rose to his feet. man, and I cry to all: "Help me!" "Really? You knew what I was called?" step of a man as that of an old woman. Nevertheless, Jean Valjean blew to cease to love me, I would spring after you, I would scratch you, The revolutionary sense is a moral sense. The sentiment of right, once silver coin, seized it, and straightened himself up again and began to deep, a fine head marked with a black star, a very long neck, strongly Jean Valjean, who had no recollection of ever having promised anything, year. He had learned German and English; thanks to Courfeyrac, who had "Pardon, excuse me, sir," he said, quite breathless, "but here are your of child thirteen or fourteen years of age, so thin as to be almost Marius reflected, and allowed her to have her way. During the whole of this conversation Cosette, as though warned by some little. We are wasting our time, and we have pressing business on hand. In summer, at twilight, one saw, here and there, a few old women seated Thénardier's well-grounded observation still further obscured for Marius She stood for several moments as though incapable of speech. condemnation pronounced by the priest, and social condemnation decreed sufficiently good account the fatigue of the nation, and the hatred of of construction, and under the arches of the bridges. One of these communicate it to each other." It is not easy to understand what they Rue Traversière, in front of the Bland workshop, and in the yard of barricade, was a coincidence which occurred to him. He pointed out M. "No," she replied. "I am the devil, but that's all the same to me." "Would you believe it? Marius comes home nowadays at one o'clock in the corner of the street, its shelter. A moment more, and it was caught and produce effects with your knees. Buy a good pair of trousers of men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which true. Social suffering begins at all ages. Have we not recently seen the "Well?" and replied in a sort of bewilderment:-- "I do not understand you," said Marius. since he liked to go to bed early. Nevertheless, the portress of the café, passers-by collected, and a large and merry circle, hooting and in official life the almost bestial mouth which had been foaming but a wrong to think that I am angry. One does not fly into a rage against a the sake of the little one, for six months in prison would prevent my sense in these things? Ah! my God! he is dead! Well! and his little "Draw near, draw near, both of you. I love you dearly. Oh! how good it impulse, a result of what is called in statics, _acquired force?_ It Valjean, and is very vicious and much to be feared. It is only with family. In the civilization of the present day, incomplete as it still paradox merrily. This, ladies, which you are drinking with so tranquil my vintage basket on my back, the child is in it, I go out. Father barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, had produced on him the effect It was from this paradise that Monseigneur Welcome had passed to the livid and her lips were blue. She smiled now and then. M. Madeleine forced himself to smile. country, but without being engrossed by France more than by any other the _Annales_. We do not speak of the immense exile of Patmos who, on "Do not expect me until the day after to-morrow." was curious by right of seniority, ventured to ask him, "M. le Maire is inhalations of alum, so beneficially replaced at the present day by the I know that well, my good sister, but, you see, I am very happy: the o'clock in the evening in summer, and five in winter; and night once supposed to rot in peace. Death is the same thing as pardon." he plainly perceived the providential, divine and human sense of the district-attorney, _the eloquent interpreter of public prosecution_; natural way in the world. He added the "grandfather," which produced a of melted brass and lead, destined to the bullet-mould smoked over a There is that which it is necessary to destroy, and there is that which wedding of his cousin Pontmercy. Cosette did not recognize him. could see that. This spot has become sanctified in my sight, and I have never communicated with the sewer of the Rue Saint-Denis; it ended at the habit of doing. On arriving at the carriage entrance M. Leblanc made Jean Valjean was a passer-by. He had said so himself. Well, he had January seemed to have returned and that the bourgeois had resumed their Instantly, several voices arose. The whole family was in the garret. of not encountering any objections. Cosette was the only scion of an already responded. The Sorbonne was the bucolic spot where I adored thee CHAPTER III--THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET "How fine that is!" exclaimed the hair-dresser, in Pindaric accents, "to through all that merry uproar, he distinguished Cosette's sweet and Marius' silence answered for him. were suffering from various wounds, which were both concealed and the Rue Mouffetard; the carriage was already a long way off, and there they shall be honest, and nice, and believe in God, by the sacred name! dialect has by rights, its own compartment in that great impartial case all at once, in a gallery where his outstretched hands could not reach "Well! well! well! well! well! so you are a baron now. I present you my qu'il ravissait quiconque!"