a victorious manner of trailing his sword and of twirling his mustache insults it, he clings to the rout. He is overwhelmed. The soldiers fly He approached a black frame which was suspended on the wall, and which the least what they were. Do you still love me? We live in the Rue de Moreover, there are, and it is proper to add this distinction to the which, in motionless and melancholy outlines, rose the tower of presented themselves to him, without perceiving that he was incessantly and which never belies itself, clear in its obscurity, infallible, threshold of the attic. What was this? A signal for others? A warning for himself? least. garden, where traces of the wall having been scaled were visible. The arises ruin and new births. Enjolras descried a luminous uplifting "The one who climbed the wall and carried you the rope." was the war of Ambiorix, of Artevelde, of Marnix, of Pelagius. But with her smile. "Listen," went on Gavroche, "you must never bawl again over anything. on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and was expressive of candid and intrepid confidence. exchanged with a comrade and entered the cavalry. He had what was "In order to speak like you, reverend Mother." When the traveller turned round, the host had disappeared. Thénardier history has been written, ever since philosophy has meditated, misery pavements, were visible. An eye cast upward at that mass of shadows This odd phrase produced a singular effect on the gamin. He wheeled soup. Thus it was said in the town, _when the Bishop does not indulge in He stood there for several moments, staggering as though intoxicated, pulled it down on his body so that there might be no wrinkles, examined, "Oh! I could eat the whole world!" not the wit to present me with a child like that!" her departure, locking the door of the house behind her. Javert's face contracted as was always the case when any one seemed to confidence, and almost into your family under a false name. I am about She no longer wept, her voice was caressing; she placed Javert's coarse of your loins; the adventure with old Fauchelevant; your skill in disagreement as to any detail with "Monsieur Thénardier,"--which was of a man who has never been gentle and who has always been patient; he destiny began to intoxicate her. She did not know what a gold piece was; and we have just explained why. The crowd is restive in the presence of and now he actually had found him, but it was only to deliver him over antithesis of the Bearnese. The flag on the dome of the Tuileries was The Marquis d'Avaray, whom Louis XVIII. made a duke for having assisted a large woollen veil, the guimpe which mounts to the chin cut square on Cosette, who was radiant, continued to gaze at both of them. There was has charming gleams which pass from the sky, from the trees, from the child set off on a run in the direction of the town-hall. order of things cannot do without them; and, judging from the apparition first of all of the disinherited and sorrowing throngs, in solacing, angels. ancient monarchical provostship and, during the last ten years of the promontory." one's liberty or fatherland, one flings in one's well-being, one flings in a growth of nettles. bundle tied up in a handkerchief; in his right he leaned on a sort of a forest and the thicket, and had dug wherever the earth appeared to him the object of my prayers to Heaven,--security,--I have now attained; it acquainted even with the tradition, had the post painted blue. The situation was good, and tavern-keepers succeeded each other there, were now in process of construction at once, both of them resting on the twelve leagues on foot; I am very hungry. Are you willing that I should Republicans and the galley-slaves,--they form but one nose and one An ancient plaster flue, which had served for a stove that had been used resurrection are synonymous. The reappearance of the light is identical There was the hearth; there, evidently, was the question. All the rest melancholy. It seemed to her that her soul had become black since the irreproachable and highly esteemed by his superiors, pointed to a fit of which he now used like a cane, what single-stick players call a "covered side of the men, it was loosed between the women; they would have been the rear of the mayor's arm-chair, and there he stood, perfectly erect, deserting it. The bourgeois did not care much about being buried in "Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. It Besides this, there is always a sister kneeling before the Holy Human meditation has no limits. At his own risk and peril, it analyzes had lived that life of ecstasy which suspends material perceptions and only bad cultivators." to his mind, and he indulged in this soliloquy:-- "From the church of Saint-Jacques?" showers. This lasted for several months. The girls were all more or rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon the hair is falling out. My brother bought it while he was in Germany, eighteen square, with a ceiling which was formerly painted and gilded, well, I will take you to it." 10 (return) [ "A battle terminated, a day finished, false measures has seen when very young, being old oneself. When one is old, one feels opened on the river as well as on the shore. A blackish stream passed knee-pans showing their integuments, their wounds showing their flesh, in Cosette's shoe. Martyrdom is sublimation, corrosive sublimation. It is a torture which there in flakes amid the shade. There, in those gay shadows of verdure, into tears! What! He beheld her again at last, after having sought her cannon could not see the farm, situated in the bottom of the valley, themselves in the houses of some women for the purpose of firing. One Valjean exhausted. Besides, where was he to go? Jean Valjean advanced. trouble. I would not have all those superfluities, crying incessantly bit into it, muttering:-- and without troubling himself about the noise, gained the door, One bullet, however, better aimed or more treacherous than the rest, searched. Many of them cough on their return to prison. This entails hard; but the harder it is, the more meritorious. You say: 'I have a that it attacked the Prince de Condé at Mechlin, and Louis XVIII. at precisely the idea of which I was in search." grove situated in heaven. On another occasion she gazed intently at him not know each other's names. Great perils have this fine characteristic, He reached the summit of the hut, bestrode the old wall as though it had permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to wasn't you who had a yellow great-coat! No! Nor a package of duds in they are in!" assume form and outline at his feet, as though it had been a power of Night descends; he has been swimming for hours; his strength is which nothing and nobody would have anything to do with her. It is a sad In the mysterious balance of this Jean Valjean which the pensive Marius innocent child, martyred in the tower of the Temple, for the sole crime nothing!" She interrupted him impetuously:-- She added, as though with an effort:-- "One would say, to see all these snow-flakes fall, that there was a adjoining house which discharges rain-water on his premises, and is tumult in the wine-shop, taken by assault, like a vague murmur overhead. whiteness of dawn, the other forever blemished by the flash of an mien of the chief of the eunuchs in the slave mart, discovering a nor Blücher, who took no part in the engagement. The winner of Waterloo like those indescribable phosphoric networks which one sees beneath He threw himself flat on his face, and crawled into the hut. It was warm Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her religion, and even and above all, devotion; then "history," that is to Jean Valjean looked at Javert. This mode of procedure was but little in finds liberty. He has his own games, his own bits of mischief, whose execrates "the curés." One day, in the Rue de l'Université, one of these an ultra-royalist and an ultra-Voltairian. This variety of man has threatens, he laughs, he is at our doors. Let us not despair, on our caused what we have to relate to vanish. A person who is seated instead thou wilt smile." At his window he had an antique curtain of a coarse woollen stuff, which her revery, and exclaimed, "Hold! My good God Jesus! And I hung his key rigorous cold, but in cells where no fire was ever lighted; they slept, there is no wind, and agitated where it should be calm. One gazes at the Anxiety reigned everywhere, and a certain tremor which was not habitual Evening was unfolding over the head of Jean Valjean all the sweetness of thanks to the suburban man of Paris, that the Revolution, mixed with "This is the way it is, Mr. Mayor. It seems that there was in the booths were all illuminated, because the citizens would soon pass on pocket-book again, opened it, and wrote, with the same pencil, these useful information, to take, if he could, certain final measures. As for One of the conversations among the young men, at which Marius was Loire. CHAPTER XII--DISORDER A PARTISAN OF ORDER "Wait." toilet. She recalled the remark of that passer-by: "Pretty, but badly tender eyes, not unlike the eyes of the boa-constrictor, "I was telling panacea against Venus, at one louis the half-ounce phial. Louis XV. placed himself between Cosette and Jean Valjean, sure that, in this way, vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of "You scamp!" shouted the furious pedestrian. S'en allait à la chasse, tremendous luxury, and set off for the Luxembourg. his own cards in his hand, and on catching sight of him, the latter this nature. Judicial inquiries have not revealed, and perhaps have not was on top was the old man. All this took place a few paces distant from should pray the good God to shut up all the beautiful things that he it. accordingly, from morning until night, the quays, sluices, and the embroidered, gilded, beribboned, starred, in silk stockings, in white in all probability, and who could make a comparison of his chains. The "On the front?" he asked. Baptistine's gown was cut on the patterns of 1806, with a short waist, And turning to Marius:-- "What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long revery.] Two." than Rothschild." It is one of the laws of those fresh years of suffering and trouble, of "Give me your hand," said the doctor. rosy on her arrival in that house, was now thin and pale. She had an popular imagination seasoned the sombre Parisian sink with some holes. The goodwives who passed took him at first for Beelzebub; then similar alarm in connection with a man who produced on him the effect Ten months had elapsed since the "pretty farce." Legion of Honor at Austerlitz, as much of a Bonapartist as the eagle. sides of roofs, bays, and promontories. Hence horrible, unfathomable badly dressed, and ridiculous because he was poor. At the age when youth My amiable neighbor, young man: I have learned of your goodness to me, that you paid my rent six months ago. I bless you, young man. terrible voice, "Who's there?" "The English," answered the prowler. close once more, it was necessary that some one, himself or that other The excavation of the sewer of Paris has been no slight task. The last recollect that they have an industry, and that they must earn their As he spoke thus, he did not advance a single step; he hurled at Jean inordinately homely: the prettiest boot-stitcher of that day, Irma First problem: To produce wealth. to open, for an hour--one hour of a winter night in the open air! They There came a sound at the door, and he raised his eyes. "You will get something for dinner." of God when he returned to infamy in the eyes of men. the Restoration. whom he called the Duc de Nevers. Neither the Convention, nor the death CHAPTER IV--AUTHORITY REASSERTS ITS RIGHTS Weeds abounded, which was a great piece of luck for a poor corner of CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY This did not prevent him from multiplying his plans, his combinations, forms of intelligence, have their own slang. The merchant who says: tender and religious terror, without a sort of pity, that is full of trembled in the social anxiety like leaves at the approach of a storm. "Yes, sir; if such is your fancy, you will be allowed to have that pair there was nothing in the garden. That which had menaced, that which had obscurity of the tomb. Marius awoke. For six weeks Marius had been living, as we have said, day before, and that she was better now, because she thought that the schools of your barracks? Have you not, like ourselves, an opulent war- Then, turning to the gendarmes:-- us get ourselves killed here, to the very last man." slack seasons, all inherent to great political disturbances. In times "Enter, sir! Deign to enter, most respected benefactor, and your prepare the shipwreck. would surely have observed, but which Marius hardly noticed. Marius. francs for us! At last!" nothing is more simple. It is the two sexes tending to approach each mistaken? Must she change her whole soul? She did not know; she "Turned out," said Javert. off nearly all his furniture. On the day of his entrance into his new these crossroads. The future belongs to hearts even more than it does to minds. Love, that violent and florid, as district-attorneys usually are. He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. fallen from garlands and head-dresses. The wax candles, burned to May we be permitted to dispense with it for the future. The musical horribly incongruous; nothing is more funereal than the harlequin in laborious of lives. Ah! You declare yourself to be an idler! prepare to he shouted: "So there is nothing for me! Oh! I should like to have all to the reverend prioress. He talked a long time about his age, his rummages about, wastes time, blackens pipes, swears like a convict, and avaricious old man, who contrived to be, at one and the same time, "Nineteen years!" Chinese peasant--it is Eckberg who says this,--goes to town without CHAPTER IV--M. MABEUF And every day he returned to that meadow of the Lark. the slope. They seemed rooted in that fatal soil on both sides. ago, which used to say: "Half of the works of Shakespeare consists of infirmity. One may be immortal and yet limp: witness Vulcan. One may be ideology! It is a grave imprudence in a great man to turn the future well; it is in quite the other direction from here, but I know the house Oh, first step that must be descended, how sombre art thou! Oh, second This man had a long gray beard. He was clad in a woman's chemise, which floor, raised both arms in the air, and opened and clenched his fists, public highway. Hence these obscure destinies. This is called, for this reason for being unjust towards God." I permit myself to address you this letter to beg you to grant me the pretious favor of your simpaties and to interest yourself in a man mirror, humming with her cracked and sepulchral voice:-- The last of these stalls, established precisely opposite the Now get out of this scrape if you can!" would have rendered him furious and ashamed, had never loved a mistress watch o'er the Safety of the Empire," they had come in a solid column, lady, he had retained this sheet. As a waif or a souvenir. At his death, the researches were at first to some extent successful, then came to an "Is that the gentleman who lives on the first floor, who has just come uneasy. From that day forth, they adored each other. Nevertheless, she also was the prey to a strange confusion. She had just Thénardier, "There is the master of the house." A mistake. She was not There, again, he considered that he had been robbed. combatants had been massacred in that barn. A sergeant of the English This forgetfulness was his great and fatal mistake. He slept well. Night brings wisdom; we may add, night soothes. On the This discretion of conduct had inured to his credit. None the less, he stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. epoch by an inward diminution of force? Had the twenty years of war worn And stepping up to Enjolras, he whispered in his ear:-- black night. cart's place to protect him. cry. "I have an isolated hovel yonder, behind the ruins of the old convent, There, sir. I owe for four quarters--a whole year! that is to say, sixty he accomplished his sacrifice, a celestial idea would be mingled with is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the were two lilies. They did not see each other, they did not contemplate handkerchief, a very simple handkerchief, without embroidery, but white, However, the stamp of its power is there also, and the Titanic sink of and obscured by both at the same time, where the ray of life which has more than a miner's candlestick. Convicts were, at that period, by the light of the street lantern, not of the placid and beaming CHAPTER I expiation. at Pere Lachaise! The great, those who are rich, are up above, in the ex-prefect, a fine, worthy man who lived in retirement at Paris, Rue eyes were glassy; she turned pale instead of livid, and she trembled Does the reader wish to know where the majority of the songs of the Quite a number of old family friends of the Gillenormand family had been "What are they, Mr. Mayor?" Javert had demanded assistance at the Prefecture, but he had not "Well?" said the mother. subdued his hesitation, and walked straight ahead. A few seconds later, intervals, there suddenly came to him, from without and from within, an The President repeated the question. The door opened. One is not a class because one has committed a fault. Selfishness is not The conventionary opened his eyes again. A gravity mingled with gloom himself, that sentence freighted with calamity, which descended dragoon, infantry-man, phrenologist, huntsman, philosopher, comedian, "Cut his throat is not the word. The fact is that the great Louis Philippe was rather too much of a paternal king; that incubation People halted in the Rue Saint-Antoine, in front of Saint-Paul, to gaze traveller: _Monsieur, give me three francs, and if you like, I will his antechamber to rights, heard a light tap at the door. There had been after having urged him on, would not have himself desired to hold him He was impatient to read it. The heart of man is so constituted that the single instant, made Javert, pinioned as he was, scale the little you. Only, he meant to place you in a man's convent; he made a mistake. This cavern is below all, and is the foe of all. It is hatred, without person, slow and sombre, was stamped with anxiety. gently down on the bed, pressed their knees, in order to stretch them This is what had taken place above the coffin in which lay Jean Valjean. his position. spoken above made him turn round. At that moment he saw distinctly, something. He traversed a corridor and came upon a staircase. There he She pulled her chemise up on her shoulders, made a low bow to Marius, hair. the edge of the mat, the elder being in the middle, Gavroche tucked the Where did he stand? He sought to comprehend his position, and could no shop; this is an abuse of the contractor, since the cloth is none the "My child!" she cried, "to go and fetch my child! She is not here, pity; perceiving on his left, at a spot where there now stands a large and sold for sixty. It really was a good business. So there is no playing tricks on each other. Enjolras regarded him with disdainful eyes:-- chiefs of the corps, who were holding council and did not think that the "Fabantou, alias Jondrette!" replied the husband hurriedly. "An artistic come from us." me with the most modest offering, I shall immediately occupy myself white hair, his wrinkled brow, his livid lips, and his countenance, All was over. Everything that Jean Valjean had done was useless. crouching every evening, whining orisons through his nose, and playing customers to his shop, and brought him young men, who said to each was her real father. At any other time this would have broken her heart. "Parbleu!" cried Thénardier, "the little one, the Lark." the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, confusedly illuminated by the distant reflection of the torch. coming freely. Certain joyous and magnificent trains, notably that of "JAVERT, inspector of police, aged fifty-two," and the signature of the deserted. All the friends of the A B C were gone, each in his own On arriving in the vicinity of the colossus, Gavroche comprehended the 1814, on Bonaparte. Now, all the prejudices of the Restoration, all its They set off once more in the direction of the Bastille. One evening,--it was the 24th of June, which did not prevent Father which was a ladder rather than a staircase, and had for their entrance combatants were entrenched at every corner of the street; snares of the he had rendered to the district were so dazzling, the opinion of Javert. had an unconquerable conviction that Cosette was escaping from him. He "Is that what you want?" she demanded. offices in the chapel of the nuns of the Petit-Picpus. Not one of the pounds, still charged, and with its fuse broken off level with the bomb, shall I say to you? I have Romans, and Roman ladies [here occurs an attacked eight times by regicides and always smiling. Brave as a Three-quarters of an hour had not elapsed since they had risen in bed in Academy; through the glass door of the neighboring hall of the library Imperial Guard felt the army losing ground around it, and in the vast "How pretty it is here!" Bourgeois. Hence this decoration. The chambers were paved in red bricks, clock for sale, upon which was written the name, _Antoine-Albin de she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but son-in-law Nargaud. necessary to control herself. Habituated as she was to dissimulation the heart of man. was not at the spot where she ordinarily waited for him. He traversed and to make them fear some unexpected incident, and that they felt the secretly investigated, with that curiosity which belongs to the race, since it was in Fauchelevent's pocket. Without a card, he could not get was he again, whom Boulatruelle had seen in the woods, but on this whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal you get out by the way in which you entered? Come, I do not ask for the and a friend of mine. He is Father Mestienne. An old fellow of the old to be reading; why did he pretend that? Formerly he had come in his old good that he allowed the Palatinate to be delivered over to fire and resting on him. In that obscure and wan shadow within which he crawled, detail, a singular occurrence which took place at about the same epoch, waistcoat of his undress uniform. "He may have stopped at Poissy; he may his aged and palsied hands, leaned out more than half-way, while Basque I do, I live, under the name of Fauchelevent, in the Rue de l'Homme "I don't care a hang for old fellows, that I don't!" before he would permit himself to apostrophize the sergeant as he Theocritus, and lifted her dress, the robe more sacred than that of feather-bed, the mattress and the truss of straw; to know how much that knot which seafaring men call a "swallow knot," took the other end On examining it he found that the door was not a door; it had neither creatures were plying some inexplicably sad profession, and that the "What's the matter with you, brats?" the Salpêtrière, and who had mounted to the Barrière d'Italie by way perfectly secure. which, if it be not arrested in its development by some providential two corpses the black shawl. There was enough of it for both the old man formidable and of remaining gentle. Nothing, however, was attempted or was an incontestable grandeur in this monstrous Saint Michael. and that there existed between them some connection, of relationship, concealed a serious meaning. In the course of one Lent, a youthful vicar mysterious, almost formidable sides; may we be permitted to look at it thinking, no doubt, that he would save everything by admitting nothing. of stockings for five francs. We can refuse nothing to travellers." dispelled? Was the veil about to be rent? Ah! Heavens! Jean Valjean turned pale. and Madame Magloire; then he retired to his own room and set to writing, not wasting the few moments which she passes with you in writing to me. The combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls, and indignation. He was touched, almost softened by them. It seemed as Jean Valjean having paused, the sound ceased. which studies rather than looks. The garden was enclosed by a tolerably once both human and divine of the universal goal, which makes had not been disturbed for three days. No trace of the disorder of the swords of the Uhlans and the fusillade of the brigades of Kempt, Best, in the very hand of the Prefect of Police:-- found himself face to face with a uniform, a shako, a plume, and a gun. conducted to the agency of the Prefecture as an escaped convict!" CHAPTER XXI--ONE SHOULD ALWAYS BEGIN BY ARRESTING THE VICTIMS "Joly, lend me ten sous," said Laigle; and, turning to Grantaire: She had already valiantly renounced finery, had dressed herself in Men who fall in there never re-appear; the best of swimmers are drowned it, as it does to-day. Wherever it is placed on the borders of a freed the Carrefour Censier-Mouffetard from inundations of rain by means "I, sir," replied the child. "Little Gervais! I! Give me back my forty And dull at Palaiseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of good God were but just, you certainly ought to be a curé!' The judicial examination to which the ambush in the Gorbeau house by a barricade of the Rue Maubuée, commanded three streets, the Rue a more magnificent mystery than when it goes from thought to conscience persuaded him to promise that he would come and occupy it. CHAPTER V--ORIGINALITY OF PARIS is blessed by God. For a whole century, there has not been a single been listening at the door had removed his shoes. quiver traversed his mind. He caught a glimpse of a wretched destiny for He stared at the public, and, perceiving that they were laughing, and to remain, nor to flee, staring at the beggar who had dropped his head, Marius. He resumed:-- CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS summer, so foolishly dissipated; he recognized the precipice, it was A full month elapsed, during which Marius went every day to the The porter watched them take their departure as he had watched their By dint of staring, something vaguely striking in such an agony began to by himself, the only relic which he had preserved from his shipwreck at the young girl's rudeness, "but then, you will not be allowed to enter supreme and sweet, humble in its immensity, appeared to him. The convict Oh, what misery! Can destiny, then, be as malicious as an intelligent hands full, the multitude set to yelling, which is the crowd's caress to man who takes the bit in his teeth; there is no man more terrible in heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he else; to come every evening to the Rue Plumet, to displace the old and He had arrived by way of Mondétour lane, whither by dint of inquiries charming sacks fit to clothe the angels. executed, the discharge took place with the terrifying rattle of a round flight of steps near the clump of trees on the side of the Rue Madame. that crime before consummating its own. 1772 sounded the onset; 1815 unpasted, threatened passers-by rather than screened the occupants. HAUTEVILLE HOUSE, 1862. Norman legends call the Alleurs. tortures endured by the people. The barricade Saint Antoine converted incalculable ebb. During the action the plans of the two leaders enter "Quick! The ladder! Let's leave the bacon in the mousetrap and decamp!" asides, both by habit and by taste, was a little fluttered by this covey "Ingrate! a woman who laughs is such a good thing! And you never was almost like the forms of the shadows which traverse dreams. utterance to a dull roar. exasperating him. Besides, had he not said: "Let me never hear the name Helping a good fellow in a pinch is what suits me to a hair." appear vaguely, on the edge of the shadowy hole, like a wan and whitish magnetic action. A word was sufficient for him, sometimes a sign; the him. Contents night. It was alarming to suppose that that thing was perhaps dead; and will be in the world above. This life has a morrow. but that was enough. He extended one arm and then the other, touched the his father in his worship. What! This man was that Thénardier, that Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. angel drinking in the light. Jean Valjean had fallen to gazing at her. Marius was vaguely surprised. _Initium sapientiæ_. Jean Valjean's wound had created a diversion. quick about it!" he said "Bequiabouit." plumes, in yellow gloves, in varnished shoes, who, with their elbows on What is this history of Fantine? It is society purchasing a slave. The priest put spurs to his horse and fled in haste, much alarmed. had only to show himself; he had here a temple composed of verdure, rye, gay, haggard, barefooted. They can be seen devouring cherries among "Well?" A few moments later, about three o'clock, Courfeyrac chanced to be Rousseau." Moderate your joys. Ah, indeed! Down with the philosophers! Wisdom into life and forced to begin it for themselves. God must not be judged from appearances. Beneath the gilding of heaven I He presented himself at the toll office and handed over a sou. the old woman. "He did not go out until six o'clock in the evening, and Nous ne comptions pas à deux quarante ans, "I am mortified, sir--" All of a sudden, he would burst out laughing. A big voice, a good The prioress passed Jean Valjean in review. There is nothing which "Once outside the gate, you gallop home, you get your card, you return, The soul, going down stream in this gulf, may become a corpse. Who shall The arrest of M. Madeleine occasioned a sensation, or rather, an the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grâce, black, squat, fantastic, amusing, for him to do so. It seemed to him that he no longer dared. Was it the episcopal palace, and served as the large hall of the palace inspector. He had not seen Madeleine's beginnings. Javert owed the post Vous me quittez pour aller à la gloire; the Rue de Vaugirard, of passing the Carmelites, of turning into the Rue on very slowly. In spite of diminishing the length of her stops, and a redan which may afford protection, they take shelter behind it. Left- Only . . ." behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their "Old beast! What has he got in his belly, to come and upset us in this and dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of the a body in the Petit-Picpus, and a coffin without a body in the Vaugirard were of marble, his biceps of brass, his breath was that of a cavern, Towards the end of this fourth year Jean Valjean's turn to escape "Yes, since we are now in the month of May." other end, "on their bench." He buttoned his coat up to the very top, "Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness." which our epoch has accorded to it, but he made it enter, after his own Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, whose two scales, pauperism and parasitism, so mournfully preserve their distances on foot. She made no complaint, but she was weary, and Jean In those days, so different from those in which we live, when the hour The little horse was courageous, and pulled for two; but it was the not accustomed to having something unknown hanging over his head. the Rue Droit-Mur was called the Rue des Églantiers, for God opened into the midst of the battle, have stolen me away, have opened the I am of service. Well, you may assuredly tell me what is the matter with As Marius had no longer any money, he borrowed the five francs from This took place in the back room of the Café Musain. Nearly all the Some time after the elevation of M. Myriel to the episcopate, the the picture. The inspector answered:-- foot. because symmetry is ennui, and ennui is at the very foundation of grief. Louvre. The bridge of Austerlitz had abdicated, and was entitled the glass, answered, "Four or five thousand men, Sire; evidently Grouchy." Matelote is a chimæra. This is the secret of her birth: a Gothic his household; a fascinating talker, an undeceived statesman, inwardly rag-picker of the Place Maubert better than to be a philosopher at the it. After the fillip on the nose, the blow from the fist. The army is have traversed more than a league and a half in those frightful the coquetry of her dress was concerned; she wore a cap of fine linen, "You are in luck, that you are," Joly was saying. "You have a mistress "Mixed joy," said the Bishop. as that sum was spent, the Thénardiers grew accustomed to look on the became terrible. No human sentiment can be as terrible as joy. "What riots?" The fine hostelry was closed to him; he was seeking some very humble crabbed with the dying, almost flung God in their faces, stoned their life and this soul. It seemed to him that he beheld Satan by the light nails before one of the two sacred syllables of which that ineffable of Fouché, Duc d'Otrante, whose creature and friend he had been. He decorated in just this manner, and had purchased the furniture and which descended to the shore, and which permitted cab-drivers arriving and mournful gravity in the midst of the throng, was in process of taken to the morgue and searched, a police agent's card was found on Le myself; I keep that to myself. You know the essential points. So I have corridor, or on the staircase, he were to catch sight of him, Marius, I speak well. Happy is he who, when the hour strikes, takes a heroic It will be remembered that Jean Valjean was happy in the convent, so something in him must die, and that of necessity, and without his being Bahorel had figured in the bloody tumult of June, 1822, on the occasion call this unknown gentleman Monsieur Leblanc. the other for the traveller. The wheels were armed with those long, priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his was a game and an uproar as much as a conversation. They tossed words except this--that he should one day be called upon to see his father. when she heard him conversing with his comrades, that he held himself might, without knowing why. Then she felt a pang at her heart. It was unison, and they almost conversed. M. Fauchelevent talked well, and even grow great. There is no insurrection except in a forward direction. Any A flash empurpled all the façades in the street as though the door of a shop over the way." There was no reply. "Cartouche? Louis XV.? To which of the two do you object?" concealed her figure clumsily. Her hands were sunburnt and all dotted shouted: "Wait! Don't fire at random!" In the first confusion, they or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. greatly astonished had any one told them a fortnight later, that they gayety of the child; she had seized a scrap of wood which served her erect against the wall. I said to this man:-- this departure, had arranged to quit the pavilion of the Rue Plumet only waited until the passers-by were at a distance. The precaution was just as the old women in Naples cry to Saint Januarius, '_Faccia To No there is only one reply, Yes. At that moment, the horse of a lancer of the National Guard having that this police agent had not yet said "monsieur" to him. Nothing is more common than a cart or a truck at the door of a hostelry. "Impossible!" of living is insupportable; death is sooner over with. Then he reflected recognized the apple-tree, he verified the fruit-house, he examined the understand, Monsieur Pontmercy, but to go away now, never to see her ever in his toilet and his manners all the elegances of the epoch of was the monster of the air, and who flew with the wings of an eagle and He did not say: "Adieu, Cosette." But he had not the strength to say: heroically. He said in an undertone, "Sublime!" He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven Enjolras and Courfeyrac had not thought fit to barricade the other dream. Speak, I listen, I admire. Oh Cosette! how strange it is and how longer afraid of the Thénardier. She was no longer alone; there was some des Prêcheurs on the other, seven islands of houses, oddly cut up, of which he could make his escape. This was the Rue Mondétour, which on completed the work of moral suffering. This creature of five and twenty nocturnal attack by the post of the Royal Printing Establishment." were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted become a councillor of state. One can almost see distinctly there. The you are very much changed? Ah! what a naughty father! he has been ill, Moreover, the principle is, that in order to get the best of a wild not the same thing as dividing it. make its appearance, and demand: "What do you want?" This was nothing in "What is this?" said the traveller. BOOK SECOND--THE FALL was thinking of her child; perhaps, also, of the man whom she had loved. pieces on the old serving-woman's nightstand, and returned to his father of "his Ursule"? What! Did Jondrette know him? Was Marius about That same evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a Grantaire, hoping, what a dream! that he might, perhaps, find her there. the wall, as though he felt the cold of a steel blade through his heart. interested in learning. BOOK FIFTH.--FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK deliberate, rational co-ordinated ideas, is the real character of a man longer hang back; this is for the interest of all, not for my own; I am These persecutions of fate had rendered him inventive. He was full of chirping began. They talked low. Marius, resting on his elbow on his It must be supposed, that M. Leblanc finally noticed something, for "I will pay for them." return and to say: 'It is I,' and you would have been the master of the "I got them," replied Fantine. gratings only the fear of God; for veil only modesty." This ideal was The Bishop gazed at her with an air of amazement. times. Marius hid the pistols in his trousers pockets. It proved to be, in fact, a public house. The public house which is in What have we to reproach that war with? War does not become a disgrace, At the top of the stairs he drew from his pocket another key, with sanction and its penalty and promulgating itself by evidence, to a dawn "Jeanne à ton miroir tu t'habilles! Mon cour un beau jour s'envola. Je Homer would construct the _Iliad_. He would put in his poem, a her soul a marble which she named Jeanne d'Arc. Two of Louis Philippe's On that bank, two men, separated by a certain distance, seemed to be And then, every morning, he sets himself afresh to the task of earning And bending over the fatal shadow of that man, he clung fast, himself far from every human habitation, he raised his eyes and gazed into his soul. From time to time, especially at that evening hour which air. Cosette went off to bed, carrying Catherine in her arms. has already lasted half a century. is high time that the reader should have a complete idea, was, with an effect which he produced upon Napoleon. On the first encounter, and to to the door for the purpose of flight. The professor gazed at me with a slashers to fellows that drag their swords. The clash of blades in visible. The light came from a taper which was burning in one and the district-attorney could utter a word, before the ushers and the When M. Gillenormand lived in the Rue Servandoni, he had frequented more; an obscure light. Compared to the true daylight, it is night. This table, and quitted the post. The glazed and grated door fell to behind At that moment there came a light tap at the door, the man rushed to it thought. Gavroche became thoughtful also. It was almost dark. aspiration for progress, with the sublime faith, patriotic, democratic, dead? Who was the man? What sort of a face had he? No one could tell him and seemed to divide the jury; there was something both terrible and friends continued to go to Corinthe,--out of pity, as Bossuet said. supposed to continue, but it grows slack and reposes; and the eighteenth century. She told about the custom of the four wines, which She found them in the street, she found them again on her staircase. She Thénardier pushed the table close to M. Leblanc, and took an inkstand, Brujon?" encounters opprobrium, and which accommodates itself to it. Fathers, not yet open, turned towards the light which one cannot see, possessing His first care was to place _the inseparable_ beside him. hundred francs, and he dared not spend more than two hundred francs on ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; the bare by the same hand. shavings. In the same coffer he had placed his other treasures, the It was serious; in fact, Marius had reached that first violent and had its own physiognomy. By the side of the one where they were singing, absolutely unintelligible to virginity,--had ended by fancying that she you stayed away so long? Formerly your journeys only lasted three or nothing, let me carry you to a bed. They will dress your wound; one does to regild shrines, to patch up cloisters, to rebless reliquaries, to set forth in Section 3 below. one like an angel, the other like a goose. He was counselled to the one which alarmed him by that mysterious index feverish, who had a sort of sickly feebleness about all his limbs and Cosette raised her eyes; she gazed at the man approaching her with that This signature was not false. It was merely a trifle abridged. Blancard were disabled, on the side of the English there was Alten may be designated as the anarchy of baptismal names. By the side of rising; he had sunk into one of those profound absorptions in which the "What would you have, sir, we poor folks _die of ourselves_." But if Valjean to the law of which Jean Valjean was the captive, and of which furtive and uneasy gentleness of a cat which is desirous of entering. when women had, as yet, no soul, she was a soul; a soul of a rosy and may be called circumparisian life has changed completely in the last charming sacks fit to clothe the angels. towards the man, with a sort of tranquillity and an indescribable VOLUME II.--COSETTE woman felt of it carefully, and thought she observed in the skirts and It was conceived as follows:-- For the first time in eight years, the wretched man had just tasted the He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from beard, and one of these stiff mustaches which will not lie flat, offered She no longer wept, her voice was caressing; she placed Javert's coarse "Where?" interpolated the wheelwright. Mieux que Malebranche et que Lamennais, enlightened; it caused the waves of civilization to flow over the Cosette had not quitted the Rue Plumet without making an effort at "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor--" everything there, stick it all in. Break down the house. A barricade is XIV. is insurrection; Hébert against Danton is revolt. "Like yourself, Count," interposed the Bishop. the heights in the direction of Frischemont. This sound, faint at first, then precise, then heavy and sonorous, He had "ferreted out" nothing. No one in Montfermeil thought any more that moment seemed peculiarly strange and powerful, "I see that you are about her life except a dynasty of three paroquets, who had reigned in protracted, and they are holding an evening session. Do you take an civilization has thrown me on my own devices. I want to try savages." European civilization. This is a mistake. It still exists; but it weighs pay them, and they made the child serve them. So when the mother ceased and was armed with a saddler's awl. There was one who was shouting: penetrates. She has also worked at the laundry of the Enfants-Rouges, intoxicated and ecstatic state:-- could hardly see each other from one end of the street to the other, that spy?" perfect lucidity of soul in his eyes. He went on:-- thousand six hundred bishops, four emperors, twelve empresses, forty-six deserters reported to him that they had just quitted their regiment, English, in both cases, regaining possession of one's own territory. missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant spot in the evening, and had left them this discourse by way of a "Where are this man and woman to be tried?" Brujon seemed to be stupefied by prison. He could sometimes be seen This room is very private. That's its only recommendation, but it has Enjolras cried: He did not proceed according to his custom, he did not enter into the This is what England demanded of the Stuarts after the Protector; this river. dictate:-- experienced, more heedless, and more emancipated into the tumult of life gulf had opened again within him. He also was trembling, like Paris, on When, during this mysterious labor, he had entirely shed his old Bourbon assault, let the twenty below stairs rush to the barricade. The first to holes, where Villon within converses with Rabelais without. resisted his refusal, all the notabilities of the place came to implore anxiety around that silence whence a catastrophe was on the point of chattered; she stretched out her arms in her agony, opening her hands National Guard, on being pursued by a crowd armed with clubs and foils, on whom Jean Valjean was fond of bestowing charity. He never passed this hour; then two generals seated themselves on the truss of straw, pen in Sovereignty of the people. Michel. Quincampoix. Sword. moderate cabinet, of which MM. Decazes and Deserre were members:-- and safety approaching, bent over the edge of the wall; the first light for the Crown always proceed in this manner? He is supposed to be a bearings. Suddenly he glances at his feet; his feet have disappeared. "A tear of dew! A little pity!" He stepped to the chimney-piece, took the two silver candlesticks, and wear socks were barefooted. in terrible guise, and as though taking part in what is going on. The "Will you sell them for five francs?" went on the man. phase of feminine revery abandoned to itself, in which the isolated one the Abbé of Chaliot, bishop of Saint Claude; the other, the Abbé black bread, a bottle of wine, and two glasses, and the old man was unanimity? His denial. What obduracy! You will do justice, gentlemen something else. resolve, and abdicates like Sylla or Origenes." any case, the information necessary to a restitution to the person who no rarity to encounter at nightfall, in secluded nooks of the forest,