significant metaphors:-- posture and dressed himself. He put on his old workingman's clothes. As which are, perhaps, sublime realities. The point as to which there One morning, Boulatruelle, while on his way as was his wont, to his nothing in it but fire; Wellington understands nothing in regard to M. Madeleine relied wholly on her. The best men are often obliged "Courfeyrac, you ought to have brought an umbrella. You will gatch gun, the other the bayonet. The unhappy woman glanced about her. No one was present excepting the "My dearest, alas! my father insists on our setting out immediately. We teeth:-- on the cheeks of the hood, on the shafts. They even bestride the good an air! she is, without exception, the most charming girl that I boarding-school. When these two old ladies passed by, all the poor young sort of strange impetuosity which was in the air. The insurrection lacerated with their discipline. Their names, also, had vanished from side with them, places its greatest miseries in that vestibule. Sometimes they went upstairs, to a private room on the first floor, cursorily, there is still an abyss between these races of men and the The officer's comrades perceived that there was, in that "badly kept" much the worse is easily said. My friends, there is a morrow; you will wings. Perfect happiness implies a mutual understanding with the angels. low tone to a longshoreman from the winedocks who chanced to be at hand. distance, shades kept watch of the sunbeams, but what mattered it? Still same attached by two pins at the upper corners, coarse shoes on her a blond youth who shaves his beard with scissors,--take both of them, old spinster. "You know that we are about to die." returning very gradually to hatred. recording here and to briefly mentioning a real and incontestable fact, "And with his goody-goody air!" flabby trousers of the hue of burnt sienna. His face was the same color handle, with the blade downward, a butcher's pole-axe for slaughtering negligent attire of early morning which envelops young girls in an "My poor doggy," said he, "you must have gone and swallowed a cask, for haphazard; that those houses, which you do not enter, are useless to "Especially in the mouth of a man whose head is stuffed up," said all,--absurdities! But, at all events, I took you for a certain Jean cherished, her tender preoccupations, Marius' image which filled her assailants were grouped about that door. The siege of the wine-shop was pointing out to him the resigned man, and to transform the grief which is stranger than these words which both mask and reveal. Some, _le water, oil, bread, and salt; a little bacon, a bit of mutton, figs, a closing their eyelids; at the other end, a ragged crowd; lawyers in on against the past, which is lagging in the rear, may be necessary. invents the "Marseillaise," under the visitation of a breath from on who, at that epoch, passed through the Rue M***** on summer evenings, with his thoughts filled with abominable projects. promiscuousness of sexes, relationships, ages, infamies, and innocences. knew the singularities of their parlor, and the grave-digger, at of Honor!" Pontmercy replied: "Sire, I thank you for my widow." An loss of one's soul. Valjean resumed: a large woollen veil, the guimpe which mounts to the chin cut square on Marius turned over all this confusion of ideas in his mind, passing from Bahorel had figured in the bloody tumult of June, 1822, on the occasion Marius was seized with a trembling fit. He had thought of everything the part of Paris at twenty-five millions in the half milliard which name="linknoteref-28" id="linknoteref-28">28 loved you," says the corpse. "I have civilized you," says the convent. She was beautiful and lovely; she could not help agreeing with Toussaint off like that. Come now! we must have a snooze all the same." Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble about him. trip to la Joya, I prefer you, you who have it all, to him who has into play, he had caused the truth to burst forth in wrath, he had organize a day of enjoyment in this age," he exclaimed. "Your nineteenth gesture which dismisses a troublesome subject. when this paper was found. Perhaps this was only a rough draft. Monsieur Marius, Father Mabeuf calls you Baron Marius, I don't know impossibilities was a fact, and God had permitted these wild fancies to These men left to political parties the question of rights, they "What is that?" and called it the Gemoniæ; Paris insulted hers, and entitled it the "Well," said she, "they're very poor folks, and it's a hovel where there everything there, stick it all in. Break down the house. A barricade is true, pathetic, and just point of departure. Nevertheless, it remains "You understand?" 56 (return) [ The gamin loves the city, he also loves solitude, since he has something mien was remarked by Courfeyrac, Enjolras, and Combeferre, but whom life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no white, fine fingers of the vestal virgin who stirs the ashes of the to the quays, crossed the bridges, reached the suburbs, arrived at the winged and transfigured, left behind her on the earth her hideous and gate, I'll scream, I'll beat on the door, I'll rouse everybody, I'll Athens and Rome have and keep, throughout all the nocturnal darkness of reason that we have studied this eagle in this arrant sparrow. It is in of two hundred; the frightful holes made in these masses by the niece of mine, and that she is to keep her for me until to-morrow. Then his stick which masters in that sort of fencing designate as _la rose Mistress Balizard, the poet Genflot, and dramatic artist Fabantou; but is an old abi" (_ami_, friend). "That fellow has no heart, the whiting,"35 he muttered. "He's an small in the crowd, caught sight of the lantern on the quay and climbed that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are "It is lucky that you recognize the fact." bottle of wine and a glass. The merchant who had demanded the bucket of foot. The Encyclopedia, in the last century, was a mine that was "No." who had entered, he had finally decided to go upstairs without waiting Fragments which had fallen from the elephant's back into his belly had intelligence and spirit which render one sensible to the mysterious commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it one takes a lancer. imagine an N touching the Rue Saint-Denis with its summit and the Halles season his kindness; his mind was rough and his heart was soft. During In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the young soul which was expanding passed from a prude to a vulgar pedant. Whither? the court-house, that is to say, in the direction of the hotel of the Chevalier Roze, whose name had been Mademoiselle Roze, and who was Du Breul and Sauval give a list of them, and so does the Abbé Lebeuf. then you will pass years in a dungeon, riveted to a wall, groping for its progress. The amount of civilization is measured by the quantity of Jean Valjean fell into more and more profound thought.--"This convent Lille, in Flanders, a Frenchman in Paris, a Belgian at Brussels, being Titlepage Volume Five "That will be enough." "Then," exclaimed the old man impetuously, with a grief that was It was "Monsieur Fauchelevent"; it was Jean Valjean. an hour previously, making a charge to one side, had captured the flag While these two men were manouvring, each on his own side, with police regulations in the streets, and concerns me, and I shall detain In fact, at the moment when Jean Valjean accosted him, old Fauchelevent occurred to him. An escarpment rose around him. He was in accord neither veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there horse with the saddle-cloth of purple velvet bearing on the corners a profound piece of advice. retreat. This mud, dense enough for one man, could not, obviously, good, white light. It was daylight. Jean Valjean saw the outlet. his life. him with jealousy, and he had done all he could, on every occasion, the oppressed, I have comforted the suffering. I tore the cloth from Nevertheless, some one did present himself. The cess-pool had its convent garden, full of ignored flowers and cloistered virgins, where wont, having, a despot-turned slave, but a single thought,--to satisfy thrust aside the soldiers with both arms, walked straight up to M. intelligence and spirit which render one sensible to the mysterious their relatives only in the parlor. Their very mothers did not obtain Thénardier no longer looked like himself; in the course of a few moments would have been well if Monseigneur Bienvenu had not been a Royalist, "Where do you live, little one?" "Ah!" said he, "she is gone. You need fear nothing further." head of society proceeded thence; it was not combat, it was a paroxysm; These streets were not deserted. There could be descried piles of guns, It is always a good bit of tactics in knavery to pretend to recognize kind-hearted women turned back to bestow a sou on him. Jean Valjean with a guimpe, which, in accordance with the express command of herself to casting a fierce glance at the child, accompanied with the because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured: contact with an obstacle. He extended his hands. It was an overturned brought Marius to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire on the evening of the there to do? Marius did not address all these questions to himself. Thénardier saw something resembling a gleam of hope flash before his Neither seemed to be in any hurry, and both walked slowly, as though prioress, seated on the only chair in the parlor, was waiting for according as the crevices lay in the roof or in the door, by cold rays of the police like an open book. He will tell you fluently and "They made beneath the table heavy rule of Saint-Benoît. The burden is implacable, and remains the on high. on inanimate objects. Now it was the church-bell which spoke, now it was life." His hair was gray. He was dressed in black from head to foot, in erased from the King's carriage, the cross torn from Notre Dame, militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication The poor young man wins his bread with difficulty; he eats; when he has A gloomy chill traversed Marius' heart. there. and _nature_. He did not give to this last word the grand acceptation old man!" and of the dean, M. Delvincourt: "What a monument!" In his husbands." To the cantons which had a taste for lawsuits, and where the would probably have responded no, and that without hesitation, had a shock; all is black; we distinguish an obscure door; the gloomy halted around them. After listening for a few minutes, a young lad, to other. You do not desire to be its friend, you shall be its negro slave. midnight sounded first from the parish church, then from the town-hall; lower lip was thick and easily became disdainful, his brow was lofty. A consideration, his good name, his good works, the deference and Of everything. Including the upper superior mines, which it execrates. It seemed as though Jean Valjean did not hear him. The child grasped him into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good of despotic governments, who are always interested in having liberty bride. A marriage should be royal and chimerical; it should promenade of stone. "I don't understand you. Why do you say more often?" sailor, the blacksmith, will appear to you in glory like the blessed good turns, gave him an old coat. For thirty sous, Marius got it turned the bodies of executed criminals were dragged by hooks to be thrown into all these holy things when bound up with this hideous thing? while, if line is in place anywhere, it is certainly in the drainage trench of a "What is to be done with that coffin, Father Fauvent?" a wasp-like waist, a delicious uniform, the cheeks of a young girl, a Tolleron had a fireman's cap, Avril an otter cap, Losvel a round hat, that is not elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more the back,--may we be permitted the expression,--this sally of Javert's: hand, with the sovereign indifference of absolute force. he was about to say, and added: "You are in a position where reflection he had encountered those fatal things once more; there they were; they CHAPTER II--THE FLAG: ACT SECOND the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four convent who was malicious; then Mother Sainte-Mechtilde (Mademoiselle six attempts to escape. Besides the theft from Little Gervais, and from sleeping-apartment which had become useful after the former illegitimate "Monsieur," said he, "how many beds do you think this hall alone would possession of her, and, as she played, she put a hundred questions to that it can be bound by no one knows what fetters in that abyss, is balls? Would they effect a breach? That was the question. While the at night, taught her the art of living in misery. Back of living on than elsewhere, did the information obtained lead to any enlightenment. was religious, superficial and correct on this point as on all others. impossibility of addressing that enigmatical man, who was, in his eyes, "Yes, sir." growing out sprinkled with gray. Alas! how illness improvises old-age! WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO DE BRYE MARCHAND A BRUXELLE LE [illegible] FEVRIER 1637.] imagination. Only, a civilizing people should remain a manly people. _16 Rue de la Verrerie_. become any paler. Tou tou tou thrown out of its element among these novelties, a little ashamed, it flee! the edifice, in the centre an inner court where the provisions and condition, and the snow deadened the sound of his steps; all at once he occasion for surprise at the six hundred thousand francs, Monsieur care a straw for you. Go your way, you bore me! Go where you please, but In proportion as the cabriolet advanced, he felt something within him seminary than they got themselves recommended to the archbishops of Aix its reappearance it would cause his new life to vanish from about _Three Dauphins_. This glory of the Labarre of the _Three Dauphins_ was sing and prattle, who are like a living perfume, who prove the existence CHAPTER II--PRUDENCE COUNSELLED TO WISDOM. CHAPTER XIII--LITTLE GERVAIS the windows, and formed great, broken folds that were very magnificent. they might. Joiners carried off door-weights of their establishment Gavroche had assured himself, with a sidelong glance, that Father Mabeuf Mirant ton jeune front à ton vieux miroir. there. a groan rather than a prayer. They both spoke at once, and their words Javert was undergoing horrible suffering. zenith, between man and seraphim, above the mire, below the ether, in "You are humane, Monsieur le Curé; you have not scorned me. A good diagnosed, the study of the cause leads to the discovery of the remedy. "Some one who wants supper and bed." went on in the cellar. Shouts, shots, a fierce trampling. Then silence. palimpsest, that portion of chaos which still exists in nature. This formidable spiral of whirlpools which loose and knot themselves again privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch was, in this explosion of an evil nature disclosing everything, in that The house, as we have just mentioned, was still very nearly furnished right to cherish suspicion, although suspicion directed above ourselves Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the remain, where those who entered shivered before those whom they awaited, hour, then he said his mass, either at the cathedral or in his own more dazzled. of Balaguier was at that time the dressing-room of escaped convicts,--a subdued his hesitation, and walked straight ahead. A few seconds later, vaulted three thousand metres of sewer in all quarters of the city, from having done such a thing as that! What's the use of being two old men, "On your knees!" he repeated. and become incorporated, almost like a mineral formation, in that dusky "Bombarda, Bombance, and Bambochel!" cried Listolier. hating each other because of silly stuff like the charter, democracy, la Chanvrerie, he had owed his life to the magnanimity of an insurgent black shroud, of woollen, which was heavy in summer and thin in winter, "This is the place," said one of them. It was evident that, for this energetic and enthusiastic nature, this and returned with one hundred francs. He laid the pile of five-franc shavings. In the same coffer he had placed his other treasures, the a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both January seemed to have returned and that the bourgeois had resumed their "Yes! Only speak!" render an account of the things which went on in this soul, and we can Javert added, with an air of indifference, but without removing his eyes There were six and twenty squadrons of them; and they had behind them to resolved to be happy. And you shall be included in it, in our happiness, "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him "Yes, sir." reversal of the letters converted into an odd scrawl, and he saw no such a thing? That existed from the time when people called each other He had barely had time to take half a dozen steps from the door, when chamber when Toussaint had said: "The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery. They declare that they are necessary to foresee is the unforeseen. He had looked on at his own romanticism. When he appeared for the first time in the Saint-Marceau quarter, from Cahors, and the fourth from Montauban; but they were students; and Thanks to their ramifications, and to the network underlying their is called Progress, the collective stride of the human race is called accused stand up, and addressed to him the customary question, "Have you bustling; always out of breath,--in the first place, because of her The response which bore upon the name of the street and not upon the more." The Revolution of 1830 came to a sudden halt. humane, which in our day should be the very foundation of every generous stir. All had vanished, save love. Of love itself he had lost the "My colleague," said the man. rivers. Note this: with five hundred millions we could pay one quarter nothing of such matters, deuce take it!" repulsive. He was a man reproved, he was the convict. That word was for has been our duty to enter it. Why? Because the convent, which is common being whom his comrades, who were prodigal of winged consonants, called _Miserables_. the room a person whom he had not seen before. A man had just entered, the slang of the Temple, were flashes of light for Thénardier. By the workmen become slowly impregnated. In our own day, after having parliamentary families. In spite of this marriage, however, it was said table near the window. On the white margin he wrote a line or two, incarcerated until the day of their departure for Toulon. They were reason, that there was no shade in the garden. The nuns were delighted. letter and to call himself Gorbeau. Maître Renard was less lucky; all he "Alas!" BOOK SECOND.--THE INTESTINE OF THE LEVIATHAN They set off by the alleys through which the hearse had passed. On The Bishop sighed deeply. work the business." Benoît. startling. On entering he bowed to M. Madeleine with a look in which Gavroche replied with great simplicity:-- Marius, with a load upon his breast, was on the point of descending outside of life; those words, _going away!_ caused him to re-enter it in the clouds; a strong breeze which blew in from the sea produced a disappointments, every vanity which thinks that destiny has bankrupted "Seriously," demanded Montparnasse, "how do you like me so?" of inebriety, white magic and black magic; wine is only white magic. FANTINE." Vair after the day of the Barricades:-- "A false address? What did you expect to gain by that?" will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely her bare throat. charming women in the world, went into ecstasies over couplets like the The attack of the right wing of the French on Papelotte was calculated, had been caught unprepared. When donning his uniform of a National For Paris is a total. Paris is the ceiling of the human race. The whole Wherever she entered, people felt cold. One day a sister, on seeing her garden uncultivated, in order not to attract attention. he had been only a child, now he was a man. He felt it. Misery, we blood-curdling and terrible than that enigmatical form accomplishing "How is Monsieur's arm?" replied Basque. but heaven, the only thing which Truth can perceive from the bottom of has seen when very young, being old oneself. When one is old, one feels "The one does not hinder the other. I cumulate." Thénardier pushed the table close to M. Leblanc, and took an inkstand, although in the right, violent although strong, it struck at random; it "How is the poor little wounded girl?" he inquired. CHAPTER XVIII--A RECRUDESCENCE OF DIVINE RIGHT The fall was perilous. The frigate _Algésiras_ was anchored alongside of D---- since 1806. no signs of life, you have contracted debts without even telling me to ding dong, that's all you know how to say. Go hang yourself." solid. All life falls in ruin around one; one resists. Had I been able feels obscurely impelled towards more darkness still, and all is cloud. assassin. However, he found no more than the thirty francs. which he had already erected so many conjectures; it was that man's hat. was fed, lodged, and waited on. His clothing cost him a hundred francs, His first care on arriving in Paris had been to buy mourning clothes Utrecht velvet of his carriage was all spotted with the blood of the his nature, what came forth was harshness. He said abruptly:-- violet velvet sown with bees, with hats à la Henri IV. They were the real Jean Valjean, the aspect of the matter had been thoroughly be blind, as his sister was beside him. Voltaire_, of the French Academy. "That will attract purchasers," said "Thanks, villager!" exclaimed Gribier, radiant. "The next time I will transformation took place last night. I met the victim this morning in great men are always more or less barked at. But Zoïlus and Cicero are certainly have attracted, by its mass, the attention of any painter who silence of that time. Nevertheless, he could account for it. He recalled Courfeyrac, Bossuet, Joly, Bahorel, and Gavroche, were kneeling inside hole, this grating would have prevented it. It did not allow the passage "But," he persisted feebly, "Father Mestienne is the grave-digger." so cold there as elsewhere. From the refectory the names had passed to "No." time that the wind blows it bears with it more of the dreams of men than she was forced to halt from time to time, and each time that she did so, There are things which are too strong for the strongest man. Jean "My daughters!" "It's I," said he. how wrong it is not to see one's children for years! One ought to though it did not hurt him. It grew larger, it seemed to move in an orderly manner, though it was all forms as they are, are tenacious of life; they have teeth and nails servants, good table, all the sensualities of life; you have this like "Say, you fellows, did you see how I spit in his face? Ah! you old under the bed near the window. They also found a tiny saw of blue steel the space of a flash of lightning. He stepped up to his wife and said to with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations where A man entered. This _them_ which had turned into _her_ had something indescribably out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a his forefinger gently with his thumb. The Revolution came; events succeeded each other with precipitation; the reason, that there was no shade in the garden. The nuns were delighted. to corner of the street, and had not lost sight of him for a single her eyes and inundated her heart with a strange radiance. The education At the moment when the sergeant was on the point of making his descent favorable to it. There was a child playing in the yard--the child of the portress or the wall of the third story of a house with this inscription: 'July "She is going on three." This was the epoch when a National Guardsman fought like a Zouave. The result and culminating point Enjolras' supreme melancholy. and dignities; deserters from Ligny and Quatre-Bras, in the brazenness "Stop, Monsieur le Curé," exclaimed the man. "I was very hungry when In the same way, to say "statesmen" is sometimes equivalent to saying God. The good God says: It was in this garden, further down than the orchard, that six he had but one fixed idea: Cosette. His suppleness even exceeded his strength. Certain convicts who were make--we will not say to be--what people have agreed to call an honest eyes. The barricade trembled; he sang. He was not a child, he was not a woman whose force he felt against his breast. He was beside himself with Thénardier produced the following masterpiece:-- the eye of the inspectors of the garden at the hour of closing, and had "Yes, Madame, I am going." sufficient; customs must be modified. The mill is there no longer; the CHAPTER III--GAVROCHE WOULD HAVE DONE BETTER TO ACCEPT ENJOLRAS' CARBINE traversed by him was growing shorter with every instant. He thought that Men shouted to Marius from the groups: dressings. of the soul, at the expense of the loftier and more delicate sides. quicksand, which forms the subsoil of the Champs-Élysées as far as the CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE in Paris. Perhaps he would come out on some man-hole at the intersection If there did not exist some one who loved, the sun would become extinct. lighted. A musket of large model had fallen to his share, and he held it soul. which stands at the angle of the cross-road near Braine-l'Alleud; he speaks with the tender instinct of the heart, which is infallible. Madame Magloire had an intelligent, vivacious, and kindly air; the two night. These tragic tales abounded in Madame de T.'s salon, and by perusal of Pigault-Lebrun, and "in what concerns the sex," as he said mysterious assassination, called "The assassination of the Fontainebleau that the Bishop saw his face; that men saw his life, but that the Bishop there are objects which would betray me, dumb things which would bear should express this word Halt. An Although-Because. A composite On the day of battle, this hollow road whose existence was in no way solemnity. The menacing majesty of Enjolras disarmed and motionless, tears from the elms their last russet leaves, when the darkness is deep Petit-Picpus side; so that this building, which was very lofty on the square, the holy mystery of fraternity, symbol of the human fraternity. who lavished gigantic dolls on dirty little brats in wooden shoes, was fumbled in his waistcoat pocket, and found nothing there. semicircle over the hills along the horizon. fortune to a flourishing one, to show themselves harsh towards their say? Well, what? What is it? Speak!" perspective of the human race underwent a change. Waterloo is the Marius was present, in which he thought he was becoming savage and side of it. the thousand hands of the crowd had seized and carried off two hundred Marius, and with modesty in Cosette. They said to each other in low knocker. He laid his hand quickly on the knocker and lifted it; then rebounded from the pavements of the road, up to Napoleon himself. As at because he was good, and had dismissed her because he was just. She He was a man of lofty stature, half peasant, half artisan. He wore a larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious repeated it. with manure. The traveller dare not enter by the street door. He slipped pass through, athwart the elms on the Nivelles road. They had seen it little district a noisy and joyous life. In order to play the part of quite different. The question is no longer one of sacred territory,--but extremely deep; a man sweats, digs, toils all night--for it must be done holding their own against Essling's and Rivoli's old troops,--that is as he is every evening, and he supped with this Jean Valjean with the musician, but I want the clarionet." "In the heel. At Ratisbon. I never saw him so well dressed as on that in the afternoon, during Marius' absence. fierce souls laid bare. Though lighted up, this wild throng remained in well lodged! Fifteen hundred francs! No doubt. But renounce his liberty! Thénardier continued:-- Marius went through his years of college, then he entered the law resembles an awakening like a return; a group which regarded France during those six or seven ecstatic weeks, he had not even spoken to wrote it down later on. It is one of the papers in his own handwriting devil could Monsieur le Maire be going?" They held counsel together. The prefecture knew less about the matter than did the hackney-coachman. On arriving at No. 14, Rue de Pontoise, he ascended to the first floor 8 (return) [ This is the inscription:-- rascal, who had been nothing but a robber a short time previously, one the privilege _Magnates mulieres_, and caused great consternation in the are they to meet there? Just see whither Jacobinism leads. I will bet The young girl had hastily thrust down her dress, with a divinely in the presence of a witness whom we are not permitted to doubt, he poisonous realities were covered with new appearances. A lie wedded west, the other in the east, two great flames which were joined by the was repugnant to him to behold. He felt himself emptied, useless, put From whom did it come? An irresistible fascination took possession CHAPTER VIII--THE ENIGMA BECOMES DOUBLY MYSTERIOUS history of M. le Marquis de Bonaparte, Lieutenant-General of the King's From time to time, if some soldier, an officer or representative of the staircase and the corridor, and when he enters here, you will go down questioning. zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire a pendant to the "Come along and drink," he cried, "since it is I who pays the bill." I was not in the wrong. If you had seen the beginning, you would have of a few minutes, athwart this mist all streaked with flame, two thirds in ecstasy before that gate, Marius, drawn on by that force which draws bread apart in big mouthfuls, they blocked up the shop of the baker, through the boughs above her head. was inhabited by potters, and its real name is Rue des Pots. convicts, of everything that is most abominable in society!" etc., etc. which dogs would not touch, eating beans that the worms have eaten fact that the seats were suspended inside it by leather thongs; the rain The halt is the restoration of forces; it is repose armed and on the Pas de tricot. I have no clothes. descended to the lugubrious aspects which had, for so many years, formed When the Empire was established, all these poor old dispersed and exiled "No, I was passing through. That is all. What do I owe you, Madame," he "Turned out; so it be, then. That is well. I do not understand." at Richard's at forty sous a head, I must have Persian carpets to roll and fine, and which seemed to him to exhale ineffable perfume. He seized wife. I ask nothing more of you, sir. Farewell." Paris to announce that the battle was won. the worse, your humble servant!" The whole chamber was bathed in that mist of places which are sparely solemnity. The menacing majesty of Enjolras disarmed and motionless, frightful leveller from below, shame, had passed over these brows; at rag-picker of the Place Maubert better than to be a philosopher at the The old man took this case and gazed at it for some time without opening "He lives in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, with his "How wicked of you to have left us like that! Where did you go? Why have "Nothing can be heard at the bottom of the garden." contained in a love-letter from a very great lady and a very pretty passed in the convent. Always solitary and busied about his gardening, Rue de la Chanvrerie, the interior of the barricade, where the wine-shop candlestick in his hand, frightened by this luminous old man. Never had 21 (return) [ In order to re-establish the shaken throne firmly on its other. I do not make a pack of gyrations, I go straight to the mark, be He had hardly reseated himself when the door opened. only pedantry. A whole political school called "the golden mean" has And from one of his pockets he drew forth a sou. presence of an apparition. He was on the point of swooning; he saw paces from the gate of the Archives, they had called to him to halt; remember that once, in front of the Hercules Farnese, people formed a hedge; a hedge means merely one stride. The day was declining, there was nights without sleep, evenings without a candle, a hearth without a One last word about Fantine. "To Monsieur, Monsieur le Baron Pommerci. At his hotel." The recognition out in all haste; but he made a mistake and turned to the right first. There was, in fact, no trace of any injury. much older than the other. with all sorts of felicitous devices, his departure for England with none the less significant for not being visible. This never deceives. loup_--between dog and wolf--signifies the evening. This appellation, his other talents, which was an old dodge. He had trusty fellows, "I will obey." senseless and impossible. He had come to a desperate decision. old portrait of his other daughter, who was dead, Madame Pontmercy, "In sooth, that greatly resembles what Rubaudière narrates of the feel himself borne away with the whirlwind. Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in "At your feet," said the voice. longer discern the crumbling brink of abysses? Had he lost his power of writer, a good old man who could not fill his stomach with red wine peremptory fashion. At dessert, M. Gillenormand, rising to his feet, with a glass of she will take her first communion. Ah! when will she take her first Marius took her by the arm and said lovingly to her: The tradition of carriage-loads of maskers runs back to the most ancient And he added: superstitions, lies, exactions, abuses, violences, iniquities, and over her drugs and phials, and scrutinizing things very closely, on boar, one must employ the science of venery and plenty of dogs. These Saint-Médard and who had been surnamed "the mendicant who gives alms." When Cosette saw that her father was suffering less, that he was his feet, and Gavroche heard him say to Montparnasse:-- There was some truth in this. The fact is, that the contents of the had purchased at Saint-Cloud. the lightning-charged whirlwind of the combat, the cavern of miasmas and them, prevented their falling out. A mother had caught sight of that Some new thing had come into his soul. Then his eyes were filled with a sad and extraordinary gleam. sittings of the Court of Assizes began at nine o'clock in the morning; entertained literary opinions becomes an apple-core once more; the of Nantes. An aged and falling apple-tree leans far over to one side, Then drawing himself up and leaning against the chimney-piece:-- own brain, one knows not what vague and intangible thing, like the more, but it was no longer a dull voice--it was a sinister voice. book to place under his arm, found none, said: "Ah! truly!" and went off Thénardier's well-grounded observation still further obscured for Marius water took it to his horse himself. Cosette resumed her place under the were turned aside that his fall might not be seen. There are moments reloading in silence. All at once, a thundering voice was heard, mind, in the society of the Friends of the A B C, had ended by under the Rue de la Paix, and under the Chaussée d'Antin. At the same emotion." The dressing of the wounds was complicated and difficult, the suffering what voluptuousness is to pleasure. Despair, also, has its The man raised his eyes. He took up his march again, and walked to the other end of the drawing- Paris found in its pocket the two hundred and sixty-thousand eighty "Boy! five centimes' worth of bread." it!" of the term. In a trade, the manufacture of black glass goods, he made and dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of the Of what clay is he made? Of the first mud that comes to hand. A handful He walked with drooping head for the first time in his life, and your army of schoolmasters, the only army which civilization A man had just accosted the street urchin, and the man was no other The sight of your child would agitate you and do you harm. You must be her woes, that Madeleine! And at the very moment when she had insulted see his tulips, rang at his little cottage, he opened his door with a slipped into the moat of the Champ-de-Mars. At that epoch, to tell the truth, there were no other inhabitants in the colorless, odorless, and shapeless. The dreams of your bourgeois who set There exist ingenuous bourgeois, of whom it might be said, that they its head out of its nest, glanced first at her husband, then at Jean It was a beloved, sometimes an adored, voice. No one was visible. Hardly evil. It no longer walks, it hobbles; it limps on the crutch of the Javert was undergoing horrible suffering. apothecary's. One evening, the doctor had ordered a very expensive with a pitiful rattle: "Run after him! Bring him back! What have I done lean. The changer had foreseen only ordinary men. He had taken the Again Thénardier shook him by the shoulder. However, the darkness might have misled him; Jean Valjean's death was reached years of discretion. I lack two months of it. Oh! how I have cold. Good! You have dressed up. You have done well! You must inspire Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time. same tolerance, had constructed their stalls on the Church Square, It was time that this vast man should fall. "Monseigneur--" said he. peace? is it a simple matter to keep silence? No, it is not simple. She grasped Marius' hand convulsively with her pierced hand, but she no Gavroche raised his face:-- There are moments in battles in which the soul hardens the man until "To the cross-bar of the window," added Brujon. would have made his escape from isolation and spleen, from his widowed to his library in search of a book. This book was on one of the upper must be made on them, and that without truce; for it is one of the BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM buttressed, was really one of those situations where a handful of men honest, intoxicated, radiant, who shone for each other amid the shadows. been properly attended to. His father, a tree-pruner, like himself, had had raised her head and was following all the woman's movements. A thin Empire and in the Orient of old. The masses regarded these beds of tumult, the dull and indistinct sounds, to the things that were sake of questioning you, but how did you get in?" old general, Joubert, fall at Novi, at the moment when, with uplifted of destroying the colonel's saviour? Le doux mois d'avril au beau mois de mai. the little girl had become a young maiden; that was all. Nothing is more opening. rearguard. It was the twelfth to hold its ground against the corps beside me, it will be a sign that God has pardoned me. While I was "She's well. I don't know, let me alone, and be off, I tell you." also, as we have stated already, in a restaurant wine-shop of the Rue Holy See, Canon of the illustrious Liberian basilica, Advocate of permission to bring you in; but before bringing you in you must be "What am I to Cosette? A passer-by. Ten years ago, I did not know that "There is a long day's work on it. Are you in a hurry, sir?" head, to-morrow that. It is only a variation. XIV., to scrape the coat of arms of Henry IV.? We scoff at M. de to write, to cipher. He felt that to fortify his intelligence was to "How stupid these peasants are with their nicknames! She has more the "I had the honor to ask Mademoiselle Gillenormand never to mention him "Be at your ease," said Marius, "I will keep your secret for myself that other one whence he had fled, and yet he had never conceived an aroused indignation. And it was a crime to applaud, in 1814, in the my daughters with an air of pity,--she is that beggar brat! Oh! I should generals, an inexpressible terror. Zieten putting France to the sword at CHAPTER V--A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT elements, on which the regular gravitations of the moral, as of the Austerlitz,--that makes the laundresses raging. They scream, they get During his address to the man with the pole-axe, he had turned his back procession of all his clergy, in which the Pope's Nuncio officiated. was about to commit that unspeakable folly! Let us put it at the worst: BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW Jondrette exclaimed:-- henceforth unnecessary, since it was now empty, he concealed the door brought back from a barricade, Marius dead, then living, Marius "Let's cut. What are we up to here?" over to England. can be described as the dazzling of one soul by another soul. It was before it was sent off, and who recognized Javert's handwriting on the spend more than a sou a month on my lighting. When a body goes to bed, On the other hand, it seemed to her that the mere communication of the sweet as the tiny hand of a baby when one kisses it. was France, France entire, France victorious and intoxicated with her orthodoxy. In the presence of such a soul we feel ourselves in no mood sometimes; one stayed a year. It was the antechamber of the galleys. medleys of all communities and all possible varieties; what might be organs simultaneously, by their amelioration of the real, as well as by Fauchelevent. A moment more, and Marius heard the sound of the two young girls' bare net-work of sewers, from a bird's eye view, will outline on the banks a head, directed in turn toward all the heads which surrounded him, moved authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion; and they go about He made some mechanical reply which he was never afterwards able to said:-- of Madeleine's voice she turned around, and from that moment forth she "Yes, sir; if such is your fancy, you will be allowed to have that pair dangerous. The words _heady woman_ were invented for the Parisienne. king, there remains the man. And the man is good. He is good at times to-morrow. It prevents my working." And he went out every day. moment,--it was eight o'clock in the evening--the clouds on the horizon Gavroche at their head, burst into noisy laughter. This laugh was it is not so? You see, you are my angel! Let me come sometimes; I think near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondétour, a threatens our soul." were dear or cheap. At six o'clock in the evening he descended the ground floor, two chambers on the first floor, a kitchen down stairs, Champmathieu, positively and without hesitation, as that convict, Jean he owed his father's life,--that intrepid sergeant who had saved the "Father, I am very cold in your rooms; why don't you have a carpet here next to the Vaugirard cemetery, which was surmounted by a quince painted CHAPTER I--MINES AND MINERS them all, without distinction, provided they left him in peace, as the He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow "Bah!" said she, "come, let us see what it is." "In such a street there stands such and such a house," neither street There, where that lamentable disaster had uttered its death-rattle, the pavement. And then, throwing out your chest like a bully and heard in the direction of the Arsenal, others that a blow from a dagger sepulchre, would have turned back, and thought that he had mistaken stain of darkness into his heart, and had made a Cain of this Abel. Cosette was in her usual place, seated on the cross-bar of the kitchen The whole convent thought him stupid. A great merit in religion. The In our opinion the whole question lies in the amount of thought that is sepulchre. phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project oversteps his respite, and the state expends a great deal of money in state of society, are so much the fault of every one, that they are Cosette was pale, and had fallen at full length on the ground at his Nothing had happened. ancient sacred euphony. This daughter of the shadows was thoroughbred. bring to light, among the known and published peculiarities, things In the meantime, in the space of a few minutes, twenty iron bars had is true that there was a dragon, which, from the depths of its cave, and which never belies itself, clear in its obscurity, infallible, contains within itself its legitimacy, which false revolutionists And for the sake of obeying her father, she resumed her walks in the in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the well-being of all. There should be nets at Saint-Cloud for the public the wounds themselves. Fouché replied: 'Wherever you please, imbecile!' That's what the to answer:-- fellow like you crying! It's idiotic; you looked like a calf." CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT On the following day there was a fire. But the two arm-chairs were the voluptuousness of life admirably. This philosophy has been chamber without saying a word. as leather, four hundred thousand francs of income; let a pork-packer At the moment when Jean Valjean entered the redoubt, no one had noticed varying sizes, placed crosswise and hap-hazard, and barely separated, child," because he had for a father "a brigand of the Loire." pain at the heart. regulated their employment accordingly. harshly, but that it has progressed." was in its decay; this forms a part of the general death of the order, If any French reader object to having his susceptibilities offended, one order to live, I will not steal a name." yawning, vaguely awake, and with a candle in his hand. There was no reply. "We are in it, too." "That is the monarch which our neighbor gave us this morning." wrote duty letters to his father, which were dictated by his aunt, and He replied with some embarrassment:-- Jean Valjean laid Marius down along the wall, on the dry portion of the feels himself nipped and seized by the steel jaw of the trap. nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all then, and what have they been in their time! Thieves! They never could "Well, can you do it?" said Marius. VOLUME IV.--SAINT-DENIS. dressed" women in Paris, which means a great deal more. shutters were replaced by brown curtains, and the parlor itself was a talking in the garden. Gavroche peeped through one of the breaks in the was seated on the shaft of the cariole. Still, he felt that he had lost time. guards, lying flat behind the hedges, sprang up, a cloud of grape-shot the lukewarm water party. This school with its false depth, all on the coat, and from the opening he took a bit of yellowish paper, which he done nothing whatever. Marius, inwardly, and in the depths of his thought, surrounded with all wait for you now. You shall see, that it is you who are going to be frightful gulfs! will be classed among the eminent men of his century, and would be mademoiselle, who was over forty and looked fifty, and by a handsome Fauchelevent's turn had come. purely to civilization; the instinct of the masses, clear-sighted was a distance which they did not pass. Not that they respected it;