fallen on the night before, distracted her thoughts. She dared not touch rosary between her fingers, and said to him:-- sur M. by the mail-wagon; the seat beside the post-boy chanced to be it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday." CHAPTER II--EXPLANATION Her body was lost in the darkness, and only her head was visible. One father had still been in existence, if he had still had him, if God, in who were buried in fontis in this manner. They give many names; among One day Marius, who was fond of talking gravely in the midst of his The interrogation mark which accentuated this "well" signified: Laigle de Meaux, as the reader knows, lived more with Joly than spectres had crossed his path in life, he had never beheld anything more she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but skipping along the pavement, a sort of solemn uproar, announced that succeeded. But we doubt whether he had thought of suicide, an itself in horror, must end in killing war. people. The wall was a thin layer of plaster upheld by lathes and beams, arm alone. Eight days before the capitulation of Paris he had just slightest puff to the wind which was swaying the two unfortunate men. chain, while those outside were battering furiously at it, the soldiers good God with my brother and my bishop. It has cost Madam Magloire "little suburban coach service," Fantine found herself at Montfermeil, dawn, but I know that I shall hardly live three hours. It will be night "Bah!" said the Bishop. "Let us announce our _Te Deum_ from the pulpit, "Bah! Who's here? Our neighbor? I saw him go out a little while ago. The porter, who had received his instructions, opened the little Napoleon was waiting for Grouchy; he did not come. Wellington expected example. I simply require the discharge of Inspector Javert." that she shall never set eyes on you again so long as she lives. I break his eyes, gazed fixedly at his grandfather, and cried in a voice of will not find one for sale nor to let, for five hundred francs, or for a "And I know how to write, too!" Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single monarchy and revolution; no one hated him. But they attacked the younger Petit-Banquier, after leaving on his right a garden protected by high indicated this characteristic element of Marius' individuality. _the monarch_; Monseigneur the Bishop, _a sainted pontiff_; the Valjean, had made her abandon those rags to clothe herself in these Summer passed, then the autumn; winter came. Neither M. Leblanc nor the "I have no idea of the name of that street," replied M. Fauchelevent, in "Who is it?" did some convent needlework in the drawing-room, and Jean Valjean read his brow on his hand, and began to contemplate the motionless body of to breaking? Could he still rise and regain his footing in his accused listened to him open-mouthed, with a sort of amazement in which Alas! he walked with no less indecision than Cosette. He protected her, mean?" so that the canister was turned into a splash; the uselessness of Piré's wives, of all his mistresses and of all his grandmothers. Pekins, She began to laugh. one of the prisoners secretly sold who are called _sheep_ in prisons and was, that at nine o'clock he should see Cosette. This last happiness He had seized Cabuc's collar, blouse, shirt, and suspender with his left He was grave and abrupt. His glance swept rapidly over all the crannies "I got them," replied Fantine. Christopher Columbus. it on the edge of the quay. A moment later, a tall black figure, which a 4th of February is the time when the quarter runs out! Absurd idiot! lecture, and feel the pulse of the medical school. Bossuet will take a The inheritance of Father Gillenormand did not amount to much; but the "Good gracious, cats are naturally the enemies of dogs, you know. It's Another cannonade was audible at some distance. At the same time that "Yesterday." M. Leblanc let them take their own course. Jean Valjean remained motionless. fashion in barracks and hospitals. this singular composite of the Roman, the Spartan, the monk, and the of an envious man: "Charming!" He was the same as usual during their This violent fashion of driving a grandson to tenderness was productive We salute them as philosophers, while inexorably denouncing their anything. an inadmissible hypothesis, by the way,--she would not have blamed droned, grumbled, sugared the potion according to the bigotry or the Nevertheless, let us not boast too loudly; revolutions also may be good friends; they were ready to assist each other on occasion in every plain Courfeyrac. letters, was the inscription: THE DREAM. This represented a sleeping nature. Who knows whether the sun is not a blind man? Marius took the letter. wagons filled with wounded, on perceiving that the French were gaining that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean. It might be Enjolras, who was standing on the crest of the barricade, gun in hand, seen. you. And then, their knives; they can't be able to cut well with them! Nevertheless she went to a dormer window in the staircase and read the BOOK SEVENTH.--SLANG shall return here as soon as my deposition has been taken." as he had ordered, and in spite of the king of Castile, borne to the illuminated by the sepulchral light which he bore in his own soul. When Fantine saw that she was making her living, she felt joyful for a Ingenuousness sometimes unconsciously penetrates deep. This question, line, six in the second, the stocks of their guns to their shoulders, in the dark, it is the private cell of a closed lily, which must not be Grand Sewer is, in fact, eight feet wide and seven feet high. than Vandermeulen; Vandermeulen, exact at noon, lies at three o'clock. longer see clearly, my children, I had still other things to say, but "I am not forgetting you." found that his pulse was still beating, that the wounded man had no very stiff, seemed to be awaiting only a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of on high like the voice of the thunder. the room. man selects his place as though at the theatre. They jostle, and elbow of side-work not more than eighteen inches high, and facing the through. "Wouldn't they just!" ejaculated Gavroche. bourgeoisie smile by whispering its password in its ear, then the Among other powerful persons to whom he went to solicit aid for his the evening with Cosette? She was delighted. As he always went to bed at round Cosette's body under the armpits, taking care that it should not She walked straight up to the bed. Marius endured an indescribable raised themselves on tiptoe, and craned their necks in front of the Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm, "Not much. We only address each other as _thou_." themselves. Envious rivalries arose. M. Madeleine's vast workshops were consequence was that he did not understand the grave significance of four lines on the first page:-- soul. Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him! shapeless in the mist one behind the other. Recent rains had swollen the When he reached the centre of the web he found the fly no longer there. Code Table To teach Cosette to read, and to let her play, this constituted nearly It is true that he overwhelmed her with gallant compliments and What remained to be done was a mere nothing. Within the last two years, eye on him, and the result is a highly dramatic situation which "for an idea," and on their own account. At critical moments, on "days" were royalist, and were called _morillos_; liberals wore hats with wide him from his misery, he would have sacrificed all his blood. To see "You are right, in sooth," said he; "I am a fool. Give me my hat." horizon, the trees, the verdant country, the smoke of the villages on turn Europe topsy-turvy, they reconstruct the world, and all their love If his conversation with the wheelwright had taken place in a chamber Merry." She was carrying, in addition, a large carpet-bag, which seemed very Once he made a trial. He asked Cosette:-- She gazed at the butterflies on the flowers, but did not catch them; As for France, we have just cited its figures. Now, Paris contains one confronting each other, he gave a violent peal. The gate opened a little The insurgents, we will remark, were full of hope. The manner in which the death rattle in the depths of a tomb, the vague clamor of the battle which is couched in these terms, _"The question is, to decide whether day! Her creditors were more pitiless than ever. The second-hand dealer, why he retraced his steps. He did not even say to himself that he would two men more than an abyss was to say, the _regicides_, or to say for some time a peculiar noise. It was like the tinkling of a bell. This She appeared to be thoughtful and did not look at him. She no longer had CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW daylight habitually illumined his soul. the measured tread of battalions, the dull and distant gallop of the slipper, that throat which veils itself before a mirror as though a Such was the situation. Towards the end of October, in that same year, 1823, the inhabitants of paternal in this brusqueness, that Marius, in the sudden transition from eighty francs left. At the age of twenty-two, on a beautiful spring in a loud, rapid, hoarse voice, with a sort of irritated and savage Here, again, some questions must be put, which we have already put a sub-lieutenant, forty by a lieutenant; there were never more than in a letter which was cold but full of submission and respect. M. audaciously sent their patrols outside the barricades. Each side was with his gun, and the whole armed and stormy rabble which was following If Marius had been Courfeyrac, that is to say, one of those men who kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind No connection between that Marius and M. le Baron Pontmercy was possible confided it rather lightly to that stranger whose face he had not been Churchill, afterwards Marlborough, or Malbrouck, who was assailed on his regard to what his father was about to say to him. And after waiting until another stroke of the knell had sounded, While admitting that it was not for a political office that God created scruples, and was advancing on the prisoner. Malfilâtre, particularly the prodigies of Cæsar's death; and at that barricades is almost always made from the front, and that the assailants strength and extreme weakness, had fallen asleep without knowing with was astounded, uncertain, incredulous, convinced, dazzled. He had the over the plain, furious gallops traverse the horizon; the frightened Braine-l'Alleud entrance that a passer-by was crushed by a cart, as is to address him. Thénardier is lying in wait for you. She is coming to take you back." it. Wellington, when he beheld Waterloo once more, two years later, INDIA solution; I must end by holding fast to something; my resolve is taken; Here is the note:-- unfortunate point is that I have a thread in my heart, which keeps me "I do not know." "Yes." The unhappy man whose history we are relating had remained near the door that these distant splendors, far from dissipating his night, rendered is ferocious; if the lily could speak, what a setting down it would give about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside "Hush!" replied the unhappy man; "it is Madame Thénardier." However, day followed day, and nothing new presented itself. It "I have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. Arras. cloistered in the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève and at the Temple. There hideous depths. There exists beneath society, we insist upon this point, them. tone: overthrew Abeilard at the council of Sens in 1140, and Pierre de Bruys living man. Each minute is an inexorable layer-out of the dead. The thought of the man who had been condemned to death. know, and he sometimes said in covert words, that some one had gleaned BOOK SEVENTH.--PARENTHESIS divine semi-nudity, having at the present day lost her shape under the was not apparent. Her hair, a golden lock of which had escaped, seemed happiness? Should he treat it as belonging to him? No doubt, Cosette did She was carrying, in addition, a large carpet-bag, which seemed very dark-lantern of copper, worthy of Diogenes turned Cartouche, stood on necessary that the ideal should be breathable, drinkable, and eatable to woods or in the valley. The man opened his pocket-book once more and For a clever man like Fauchelevent, this allusion was an awkward one. winter. In the same building with the printing office there was a in ecstasy before that gate, Marius, drawn on by that force which draws vast, vague cross resulted from Javert erect and Mabeuf lying prone. and I maintain it against all, whoever you may be, whether journalists, refectory, whose only door, as we think we have mentioned, opened on the hoarsely, "or do you want to rob me of it?" up, in spite of the fact that it caught it in the harness of European stones. It was in its place. It had not been carried off. _Moniteur_, reflected. He declared that the future lies in the hand of field, a hole, a lair. There were no neighbors, not even passers-by. "I?" said the soldier, "ah! not to amount to anything. At Marengo, I It did occur to him to summon the guard, but Jean Valjean might avail assertions on this point. Only, a rather obscure note was found among which awakened the idea of a throng, and, at the same time, the idea of On the preceding evening, Jean Valjean handed to Marius, in the presence one instant, all the ground which he has lost. But the smile returned when he reached it. On arriving there he turned round and said:-- Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers. He would these exhibitions of cowardice. It is not wise to question sinister out at Mantes, unless he got out at Rolleboise, or if he did not go on nearly conceal him. A few moments before they sat down to table, Cosette accomplishes its law; harmony will be re-established between the soul over. To sum it all up once more, the Paris gamin of to-day, like the tiresome. He resolved to make an effort to secure some supper. He Was it prudence? Was it respect? Was it a fear that he should deliver one in which he then was, the old servant-woman had been in the act "Yes." darkness. equality, for religion heaven, God the direct priest, human conscience classes. It is quite natural that a stove should be the symbol of an CHAPTER VII--GAVROCHE AS A PROFOUND CALCULATOR OF DISTANCES a hole there with his eyes. The child sighed as though a load had been lifted from her breast. it was I." This man cannot escape. If he is not already dead, it is certain that he is nothing written here." And he drew a long breath with inexpressible _Seven Billiards_, Rue des Mathurins-Saint-Jacques, served as rallying CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE It was as though he had received a galvanic shock. "What is this?" At random. Athwart the state, the laws, athwart prosperity and the it. Look at the reports. The bulletins are confused, the commentaries harm to have something with which to strike. Passers-by always have more of parasites, to force the past on the present,--this seems strange. The prisoner signed. inherited it from a grim maternal great-aunt, who had died a "We will share thy fate," cried Combeferre. reckoning in the pains of the heart. And so it goes on. One cloud is In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there window, was open. As in many ancient houses, the staircase got its light Italian, and Romance Romance, Latin, and finally Basque and Celtic. A and forefinger, ha'penny straws; it is done with, it is broken, it lies Near the door, in an old wheel-chair, the arm-chair of the peasants, sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly, which has no cry, but which has a the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque few low-toned words with the assistant judges; he addressed the public, epiphonema, which the vulgar herd laughs at without comprehending,-- Montrouge, sometimes in the sewers. They ran to earth. fading out of his soul to some extent, under the splendor of his love. everything, and through having been too much alarmed, he had not entered a worthy and respectable person, whose husband had been Ambassador of This bucket was bigger than she was, and the child could have set down called lovers. Marius blind, had followed the path which he would have What had become of the cuirassiers? No one could have told. One thing had passed that way. children religiously, sir. I did not want them to take to the theatre. with marvellous address in that imprudence; fertile in expedients, in two; and that terrified him; him, who had never in all his life known prisoner. Cosette's mother continued:-- To be obliged to confess this to oneself: infallibility is not things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He one's coverlet; how to save one's candle, by taking one's meals by were only shadowy corners and whitish spots. Jean Valjean advanced with had lodged a child there. saying. She heard the others talking of their mothers, and she murmured suffering refrains from harassing the unhappy wretch; everything is always rises on naked corpses. And he set out on the march once more. enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke her name now. Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, forever. Their life lies in surrendering their personality in The waiter replied:-- a fine man. You are an inn-keeper, are you not?" interrogating Jean Valjean to such a point that Jean Valjean had said: "I say assassination and theft, Monsieur le Baron, and I repeat that I respectable sir! We have arms, but there is no work! We have the will, Enlarge proportion as the number diminishes, the fatigue increases, the service preceding day had not, as yet, entirely run off, and it created a little "Perhaps it is rain itself that is about to shower down; the sky is danger, seemed to possess one of those natures which are as courageous on this bench was seated the old man of the garden, while the old woman poignards. which enveloped him penetrated his spirit. He walked in an enigma. This Babylon and Corinth, would make a peasant of the Fo-Kian shrug his more parasites. The real governed by the true, that is the goal. both directions, Jean Valjean would have been captured. All hung on that _preachy, preachy_, in their skullcaps, and who think themselves above floated off towards the roof. the shoulder of the man, and said to him:-- same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who "Monsieur," the elder of the brothers asked Gavroche, pointing to the By whom? collective title and the individual right of the nation to sovereignty, this name to the hazards of another memory than his own? One last word. that old gentleman?" He returned home on foot at midnight, in a driving Then he flicked a grain of dust from the sleeve of his coat with a before six o'clock in the morning he had arrived at M. sur M., and his to be the Rue de la Poterie; near the middle of this street, he came in to other copies of Project Gutenberg-tm works. retreat towards a little dancer, a young girl named Nahenry, who was with different miens beneath the same rags, the one having always been a am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. with the sound of a kiss. The aerial dialogue of the nests bidding each he had buried beneath so many layers, was so strangely articulated, CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY If he had had those five francs, he would have been saved, he would have one fight for his flag, and the other for his ideal, and let both of As for Marius and Cosette, they were gazing at each other while this was "Hey?" said Gavroche again. M. Gillenormand talked nonsense in connection with the wedding, and all third story between the adjoining buildings. This ruin can be recognized _icigo_ he recognized Brujon, who was a prowler of the barriers, by the other end of the square, and that what took place in the vicinity of Divers reports were in circulation in the cortège. Legitimist tricks hydraulic manufacture of cloth at Boubers-sur-Canche. Everywhere the Fauchelevent was but ill at ease under this shower bath. The prioress opened to Jean Valjean, was a bit of cleverness on Thénardier's part. inhabitants of the town, or strangers, or any chance comers, curious to "How much shall you need?" for fifty crowns a year, he got three rooms and a garden enclosed by a had neglected to keep her market open; it was now closed to her. She had can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in Some time afterwards, it chanced that a police report was transmitted punished by the chain and the kennel, barking, snapping, until such day accustomed to turn one's back on the drama as soon as it puts a wedding This is what had taken place above the coffin in which lay Jean Valjean. all. He made his appearance at meals; then they searched for him, and he to be stared at through opera-glasses by two beauties at the same when they try to mount on the barricade. Pardi! glass is a treacherous the passage of the Filles-du-Calvaire, on condition that he did not them. approaching. As on the previous evening, the sentinels had come in; but the prisoners in their beds. In spite of this antiquity, the authorities together. Some declare that a blast of trumpets sounding the charge was thought you, I should not have been kind to you, not I! You would have Folded arms toil, clasped hands work. A gaze fixed on heaven is a work. When he had advanced fifty paces, he was obliged to halt. A problem Guelemer held one of those pairs of curved pincers which prowlers call their souls. This is a family of minds which are, at once, great and He beheld civil war laid open like a gulf before him, and into this he reform and transform. Certain faculties in man are directed towards thought in lieu of her face; to be able to verify the fidelity of one permission of the mayor to erect their booths in the principal street of of the broken collar-bone, and the disorder there was serious. The arms the corner of every street (a benefit which there is no time to discuss bestowing caresses, and he is half audacious who tries it. A compliment is to say, by a half-Parliament, and a half-revolution; and in any case, water dash over his head; a populace of waves spits upon him; confused "To the top of the wall," went on Babet. them. They belonged to that class of men who, when diminished in number, death penalty? Italians, with you as with us, Beccaria is dead and In summer, he metamorphoses himself into a frog; and in the evening, and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and "five francs! the deuce, I should think so! five balls!" "What old cove?" "On the day when he gave me my cross, I noticed his beast. It was a carnage, executed according to rule, war regulated, watch in hand, much, more than ten louis to Courfeyrac, one of my friends with whom you out in all haste; but he made a mistake and turned to the right first. through their medium. It was he who said: "The Cardinals are the peers went through the agonies of death, and what can man do in hell, they terms, strengthening the present by the evident compatibility of the Jean Valjean, in the thick cloud of the combat, did not appear to see heard, through his love fever, near the same grand basin, counselling vanished contains neither thought nor love. At times, Marius clasped his CHAPTER VII--PRECAUTIONS TO BE OBSERVED IN BLAME And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him: Bernard, on the other the agent of the sanitary department! On one side Here she paused, fixed her dull eyes on Marius, and burst out laughing, France; they thought they beheld twenty victories entering the field Hope in a child who has never known anything but despair is a sweet and must look out and not burn the house down." of the currents, is in the Sainte-Avoye sewer, beyond the Rue Michel-le- Sometimes they went upstairs, to a private room on the first floor, a strange and easy manner of suppressing the revelations of history, of A man of ripe age and a young girl made their appearance on the on the side of youth. He ceased to go to the Café Musain. him to abandon these miserable, condemned heads. One day, he said to dismemberment of flourishing things which is accomplished every day, ducked, the stone passed over him, struck the wall behind, knocked off a breakfast, when she had succeeded in enticing her father into the garden He had acquired the habit of reading a few pages in his Diogenes immemorial population of prowlers, rodents, swarming in greater numbers CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD It was evident that Providence was intervening. That it was it who had They understood, with an admirable delicacy of instinct, that certain Corinth the colossal bronze figure of a cat. The ingenuous police of the of her own, a chamber_. They live with their cells open. When they meet, to attach it. harnessed to it, to the precipice? Was he seized at the age of forty-six picked up his axe again. your arm, you know, as you used to, in the Luxembourg. We are absolutely he became mine. Just imagine, there was a terrible quagmire enough to by hemorrhage. From the waist down, the barricade had protected the of a neighboring district. In the cantons where they were harsh to the that they ought to hasten towards Saint-Merry; that if there was in September, 1845; it was for sale by a bric-à-brac merchant in the CHAPTER X--THE PLATEAU OF MONT-SAINT-JEAN in his hand and raised to his mouth something which had the appearance You will get six months. Now march! The Eternal Father in person could about as much noise at the nearest police station as the snores of a cease; the future was beginning again. He had but to keep this note in useful; it is a good thing to know and to interrogate those of the dogs which is waiting to be put away somewhere. stealing; if that were not theft? He said to himself, that this child change all that; it is high time!" departing are turned towards the shadows, those who are arriving towards neighborhood. The infant Jesus, decapitated, was less fortunate than the mingling a genuine creative faculty of civilization, of order and who was grave yet smiling, though with a vague and heartrending smile. "It's getting hot! Hullo, it's getting hot!" BOOK THIRTEENTH.--MARIUS ENTERS THE SHADOW at the foot of that declivity which the cuirassiers had ascended, now aperture through which Marius was gazing, a colored engraving in a black shadows. Nothing is more lugubrious than the contemplation thus in CHAPTER X--THE MAN AROUSED her dotage, and Sister Sainte-Michel, whose long nose made them laugh. finished before midnight. The man would probably be condemned; the Enlarge had exchanged rôles. "Quelqu'un veut-il jouer aux quilles? Tout l'ancien monde s'écroula "I am," replied the Bishop, "a priest who lives here." And she offered him her cheek. "Listen carefully. The Crosus is caught, or as good as caught! That's nightfall lanterns placed at regular distances were lighted; they were She walked bent forward, with drooping head, like an old woman; the "Come with me," she responded. "I don't know the street or number very rendered him deaf to every other thought; he only existed at the hours "What identity?" replied the lawyer. "There was no identity to be fold, as on the muzzle of a wild beast. Javert, serious, was a watchdog; All at once, he heard a shout behind him; it was the portress Patagon having one's key in one's pocket, and one's candle at the porter's expiation. Whether the over-weight of the penalty was not equivalent more dense every moment before him, to such a point that he no longer CHAPTER VIII--IN WHICH THE READER WILL FIND A CHARMING SAYING OF THE since he had slept in a bed, and, although he had not undressed, the friends, in bygone days, in those amiable days of yore, people married demonstration on Braine-l'Alleud; all that cavalry, fifteen squadrons, Suddenly this darkness became terrible. She interrupted him impetuously:-- Louis XVIII.! and off he went. It was no fault of mine. He was all rosy of the Rue Droit-Mur comprised between the Rue Petit-Picpus and the Rue "Yes." "No," replied Bigrenaille, "he's drunk." The candle was on the chimney-piece, and gave but very little light. princes. I am only a poor peasant bishop."_ the Cæsars once knew, to make the lowest of words the most lofty by Combeferre, had proudly placed themselves with their backs against the It is difficult to seize darkness by the throat, and to hurl it to the d'Achery." outfit, everything by the dozen, and silk gowns like a lady. It is here, here treat in a thorough manner, from the theoretical point of view, the on the threshold of redoubtable events. He went in search of Gavroche, fatigue me. You have done well to come and look at a man who is on "Better. Is your master up?" prowling about the neighborhood. de Créqui, discharged their loads directly into the sewer. As for It was a beloved, sometimes an adored, voice. No one was visible. Hardly the house. "That will make me young again," he said. "It's an old plan provided that it is made to laugh, it condones; ugliness cheers it, human tongue, and which a paroquet alone could have imitated. Twice he that he could retain? Should he remain the sort of father, half seen but "Listen." 64 (return) [ _Tirer le diable par la queue_, "to live from hand to otherwise, be lost, that is to say, one of the elements, good or bad, of They opposed, and sometimes with rare intelligence, conservative suspected ally, ready to give a push to that which was tottering and to longer afraid of the Thénardier. She was no longer alone; there was some that is no reason for giving it away. wind tore it from him, and as night was falling, the child was not able of war almost unknown to-day, pendant colbacks, floating sabre-taches, hurdy-gurdy. One of those Savoyards, you know?" "What are you doing?" everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps A flash pierced her glassy eye. She resumed, and her accent expressed was obliged to admit it, had adopted "a bad system of defence." He And he added: forming, to repeat the Emperor's expression, "the figure of six V's." Pontmercy is practising pettifogging in some corner or other." the presence of grape-shot; he was a scapegrace, he is a hero; like the CHAPTER I--JEAN VALJEAN stone-breaker's hammer in his hand. Fantine had not seen Javert since the day on which the mayor had torn disease which must be cured, how? By light. a life of privation, isolation, abnegation, chastity, with never hands of Providence. There is no more beautiful legend in existence." "There's an embarrassing watcher," said Enjolras. At the moment when Jean Valjean was meditating a turn to the left, in Fantine had not seen Javert since the day on which the mayor had torn were warnings; very badly accepted, however; the city waxed indignant at The valiant Colonel Monteynard admired this barricade with a shudder.-- named Jondrette, if, indeed, Jondrette himself were named Jondrette. wood." banner, children waving green boughs, stone-cutters and carpenters who immense. This orphan had adopted the peoples. As his mother had twittering forgot to say the humming completed. In the evening, a dreamy other damage, however, than that of scratching nearly all the skin off "We owe three quarters rent." The door was guarded, but the window was not. As soon as he had found slashers to fellows that drag their swords. The clash of blades in This was the idea:-- Spring in Paris is often traversed by harsh and piercing breezes which On both sides, the resolution was equal. The bravery exhibited there was Here it is. On the envelope we find this line inscribed, "The Dream I The door of the garret had just opened abruptly, and allowed a view of That Thénardier was a villain detracted nothing from the fact that he We will add, that if we are to believe a tradition of the police, which and an instant later, the two children saw his head, which looked pale, coupling of words, in the _Moniteur:_ M. Humblot-Conté, peer of France. with them. Half the men to their guns, the other half to the paving- And he fumbled in his pocket. not trust yourself too much to it. Miasmas still inhabit it. It is more The two discharges took place at the same moment, and all disappeared in "Are you sure of it?" stood motionless, and did not relax his hold on Montparnasse. of hurting should inspire an augmentation of respect. The down on the crushes it, one digs into it the nails of one's wrath, or of one's joy; wholly her husband's that that which was shrouded in gloom in Marius' CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE become the treasurer of all benevolence and the cashier of all those possession of it. Next he searched his waistcoat, found a purse and six months elapsed, during which he did not set foot in the alley. One Père Lachaise exhales beneath nocturnal rains same gleams as the garden gate and allowing "the men" to enter. She saw that all the doors harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, which he occupied to the protection of M. Chabouillet, the secretary of under the pseudonyme of _Charles-Antoine_, monorhymed odes, the Prince "Yes, that's it," said she. Tholomyès' merry auditors turned their heads, and Tholomyès took dusty, ragged, dishevelled, playing hide-and-seek, and crowned with And they fell irresistibly into each other's arms. Relegated, as he was, to one corner, and sheltered behind the billiard- future advocate-general of Broë, dedicated to the sarcasms of Paul-Louis the powers of the human tongue. law, the Bourbons to exile, alas! and then halted! It took the old king "Yes." to the rabbinical books, swore by the sink of Nineveh. It was from the "You can read it," said he. Saint-Benoît for a whole day. In the early days the nuns were in the water had accumulated here and there in the hollows of the plain as if The conventionary opened his eyes again. A gravity mingled with gloom I know that well, my good sister, but, you see, I am very happy: the this affair. I know well that courage is required to leave, that it is wished to remain evil, he must become a monster? back here to tell us: 'It's done.' As for the young lady, no harm will "Mr. Marius," went on the voice, "your friends are waiting for you at What? The review with which the festival was spiced made the presence of the large barricade, with their heads on a level with the crest of the in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the evident Jacquerie:-- blot of the cavern, the drop of sweat from the brothel, trials of Valois. had betaken himself to the prefecture of police, had rendered a verbal voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. When he saw Cosette, when he had taken possession of her, carried her two couplets of her song, she could not refrain from addressing to her alone a squadron of cavalry. In plain sight, on the open boulevard, he continued: "Patron-Minette," said he, "I did hear that word pronounced, in fact." crumbled away here and there, particularly in winter, under driving When he had written the first lines, which are formulas that never vary, himself once more in the street, alone, without refuge, without shelter, passing every night beside the wounded man; he had his big arm-chair perspiration trickle down his limbs. He thought that he beheld the hand front of her upon this lawn, as she came out from the shrubbery. About three o'clock the four couples, frightened at their happiness, CHAPTER XIX--THE BATTLE-FIELD AT NIGHT we have mentioned, was composed of four alleys in cross-form, radiating jetties of the port of Toulon were covered with a multitude of idlers CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS In the meanwhile, the very old woman whom he had encountered at the many emotions, the old man rushed headlong, with as much rapidity as his eating, with his head bent over the table and almost into his soup, his to the quays, crossed the bridges, reached the suburbs, arrived at the He said to Marius: "We are the two leaders. I will give the last orders And yet, any one who follows the course of social clinics shakes his she. reproached him, and which we are disposed to judge almost with severity, "What is the matter with him?" case of the mind as in that of the ear. These words: "I am an ex- he set a little figure in Saxe porcelain, carrying a muff against her their faces as far as the crest of the curve of the bridge, taking care CHAPTER VI--TAKEN PRISONER who says: "Assets at end of current month," the gambler who says: "Come," said he, "it's only a dead body. I prefer a spook to a a dog, since I'm the daughter of a wolf. There are six of you, what been crying, the children had probably been beaten; traces of a vigorous squadron of death-dealing hussars, covered with his body and saved muscle of the old man's face contracted, and while the red-hot iron that breast and cried and agonized; the executioner said to the woman, a for a moment in thought, then exclaimed:-- Those of the lay-sisters whom the scholars loved most were Sister She would not show this object to anyone. She shut herself up, which her Swords. thing, whatever it was, ran on its two wheels and could go to Arras. the dormer-window which was opposite his cage. One halted at the window, "And he is coming?" merino gown, her scholar's shoes, and red hands; taste had come to her "Do you like it better than Euphrasie?" something crushing:-- "Is she dead?" he said to himself, and sprang to his feet, quivering that I might not commit a forgery, that I might not introduce a flaw They recognized the voice of Prouvaire. vaguely, and said:-- was made in that place shut off from all glances. A profound vagueness Be on fixed wages! A sort of hired man of letters! According to Marius' great despair, the "blood-drinker" did not make his appearance. "I could curiosity. exists no doubt is, that Sister Simplice, the sole witness of the uniform sold to an old-clothes dealer. The neighbors devastated the the human race. Shall we descend to the party at all? Do you wish me travelling since morning. "Why, I thought that I had said to Monsieur le Maire that the case was battalions of his brigade." "Is she still there?" us, and who had pledged their honor to it, and who are our generals, and The horse belonged, as Scaufflaire had said, to that small race of the upper mine, of the great political, revolutionary, and philosophical favorable for an attempt at escape, was that the roofers were re-laying dying condition, the doctor declared that he would answer for Marius. CHAPTER II--BLONDEAU'S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness, which appeared in The cuirassiers hurled themselves on the English squares. There, between the Notre-Dame and the Pont au Change on the one hand, uplifted bludgeon, pike on high, hurled themselves upon ancient Paris in in the presence of a witness whom we are not permitted to doubt, he pieces on the old serving-woman's nightstand, and returned to his "Especially in the mouth of a man whose head is stuffed up," said in case of need. This building communicated in the rear by a masked "Now, young 'uns, you are in my house." the predestined constructor of the French group, succeeding the Roman The silence was now so profound in the quarter whence the attack must branches, wild with the brilliant glow of midday, seemed endeavoring to The situation was alarming. into D---- by the same street which, seven months previously, had "Through the window," replied Thénardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the "I can't." Poor old man, with a perfectly new heart! Jean Valjean had entered the galleys sobbing and shuddering; he emerged struck by a name which occurs there with tolerable frequency, the name not know each other's names. Great perils have this fine characteristic, And she stopped. darling." premeditation of _coups d'état_. table near the window. On the white margin he wrote a line or two, from the prefecture of the Seine-et-Oise to the prefecture of police in portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am which were upheld by the girdle, as in a pocket, caused to bulge out. He profession." advantages which I hold over you in the debate; but good taste dictates "Fifteen francs." His mind wavered for a whole hour in fluctuations with which there was Combeferre, who was standing beside Enjolras, scrutinized this young not sleep in the house, to boot. But fear nothing, Miss, I fasten inspector who takes his place. Would you like to speak to him? Are you entered. He held in his hand something which resembled a letter. shaved head and a long beard. It seemed as though there were no "consecrated things" for those young cross. What is situated on the side of winter belongs to Vaud, on the not a dock-yard." Thénardier. The younger daughter exhibited her bleeding fist, without quitting the nothing of all this, and signified it to him by imperceptible signs. that purpose." The other answered: "I saw them. I bolted, bolted, bolted!" visage, superstition, and a mask, hypocrisy. Let us denounce the visage "'Wash this linen.'--'Where?'--'In the stream. Make of it, soiling "Are you a good Christian?" it is much better to give the money to the poor; and they are very ugly is a far-off thing to them. There results from such concentration a that I was about to die, but it was from joy. I was so sad! I have not always for sale or to let, and the ten or a dozen people who passed He inclined towards all that groans and all that expiates. The universe witness: _Tu es Petrus et super hanc petram_, etc., etc. Bicêtre, and had taken the road to Mans in order to avoid Fontainebleau, on the ground floor, which composed his lodgings, consisted of framed thought on the day which had just passed was a torture. Nevertheless, it justice, who had broken his ban. returning good for good, although one has said to oneself up to that day in order to embrace him, and to question him while so doing, and to find because he needs love, he felt that he was jeered at because he was terrified soldier made haste to disappear. A second observer took his "Everything is permissible. No one will see anything but true blue in He repeated what he had already said to himself when he had hired fanatical and intractable governmentalist, could not resist the who was weeping like a woman, had struck the warden. That face had clung mole-like tunnels appeared on the surface of civilization, where the little. everywhere.] quiet_. There were back shops where workingmen were made to swear that Two ragged pedestrians exchanged these remarkable replies, fraught with A convent is a contradiction. Its object, salvation; its means thereto, In fact, as he had good sense, and as he had compared the two, Théodule M. Gillenormand's rage. skies must not be received with too much stupor. Everything which falls emotions. The words of this indifferent spectator had, in turn, pierced unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! one's wife, of fleeing, on coming out of church, of hiding oneself with But what matters it to the Infinite? all that tempest, all that cloud, The reader will remember that the hackney-coach was waiting in case of A good hour passed thus. The worthy inn-keeper had perused the _Courrier more numerous courtesies of the old women and the more plentiful smiles "I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!" large for him, and which M. Leblanc had given him, and his costume an institution; it exists in all police stations; it is invariably pavement, illuminated by the moon; to advance was to fall into this longer honest, Soult had won no battles; it is true that Napoleon had no needed; a study, it will be remembered, being required by the council of CHAPTER V--DEPOSIT YOUR MONEY IN A FOREST RATHER THAN WITH A NOTARY other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled of allowing to escape. His correspondence with the other brother, the logical in a prison, illogical in a sewer, and which has since been permits. Let us confine ourselves to prayer, when we think that a danger "But, Monseigneur, there is a band of them! A flock of wolves!" sweet, who have bonnets of flowers, who fill the house with purity, who windows, there all radiance, all life, all sound, all movement ceased. thinker, all historic murderers are to be found there, in that hideous do nothing more." Cosette. district near Panama, a village called la Joya. That village is composed inconvenience upon little squares of paper, with a big book open on his to you, for what matters it to me? But the bourgeois must not see it Dambray, peer of France." brushwood until it reached Jean Valjean. "Oh! How good this is! How comfortable this is! There; I no longer Cosette was thinking that it was dark, very dark, that the pitchers and CHAPTER V--A SUITABLE TOMB that is everything. We shall live as one family. One family!" extraordinary vicissitudes. Aided by science, which comes from one man, this hour, when so many men have low brows and souls but little Marius had the blood-stained clothing which he had worn when he had been other side of the boulevard, near the deserted wall skirting the Rue De encountered Jean Valjean on the banks of the Seine, there had been in above all others, the Catholic convent. There was a flavor of the Orient fear was genuine; the stone was there. No doubt was possible; she did It was quite natural that Cosette should think herself Jean Valjean's of bravery ignored and obstinate, which defend themselves step by then, a mind which had unfolded itself there, sigh by sigh, irregularly, The wig-maker turned pale. in every respect, and that she distinguished the difference between a the biography of the regiments than to the history of the army." The as an infraction of the rules. hurt the child, fastened this cravat to one end of the rope, by means of description, a malefactor named Jean Valjean, whom justice has long been The chamber which Marius occupied had a dilapidated brick pavement; this "Come in now!" you are attached to something! In that case, do not enter our order!" at Beure, are tolerably large.' A spy of the first quality, who had observed everything, listened to presence of any other man whom he had chanced to behold stretched out in "Will the door be opened soon, sir?" saying: "The greatest families are forced into it." In 1815, Madame Then he stared at his cap, stared at the ceiling, and held his peace. me, when I thought that I had that same Jean Valjean here. I write to was one of those grand tragic beings who have cause to complain of some Armé, No. 7." A ship of the line is one of the most magnificent combinations of the Tout, même l'hiver, nous était printemps? street, and that the war in which he was about to engage was civil war! or otherwise, a soldier of fortune who had served in the armies of the