moment of anxiety; but near the bed there was a mirror nailed to the position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to apathy? was it imbecility or craft? Did he understand too well, or did "It is finished," said the lawyer. battle of Waterloo. By any other route than that below Plancenoit, voice: himself, without undressing, on his mattress. The sun was shining his childlike serenity. His eyes acquired some vivacity when they rested silver. "Here," said he, "this is to pay expenses, wine, et cætera." lance-thrusts, no matter where, at Lutzen a splinter of a shell crushed disappeared, rushed through the crowd with all the sparks of a forge, On her side, Cosette languished. She suffered from the absence of Marius dilapidated condition, an easy matter to muscles like his, grasped the As he had not been able to bend down, for fear of betraying himself, he him. At the moment when the soldier was sighting Marius, a hand was laid The hall on the first floor, where "the restaurant" was situated, was performed in the spring, was saying:-- came through the snow, made him no reply, did not even glance at him, more dazzled. to her in a deliberate voice, like a serious man who does not wish to The two interlocutors seemed preoccupied. We will present a stenographic to omit in his report to the prefect of police, as unworthy of official which had been radiant but a moment before, was ghastly, and she To-morrow is the fourth day of February, the fatal day, the last day of follow my reasoning, do you not? it is a matter easily understood. You to have patience. indicated respiration, and consequently, life. The passage along which or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. lie is the absolute form of evil. To lie a little is not possible: he Cossette Sweeping Thénardier continued:-- CHAPTER III--THE BEGINNING OF SHADOW infinite, so to speak, subjacent to the first? Is it not the latter's itself. Besides this, as it is always seeking concealment, as soon as Bourbons; she had done without them for two and twenty years; there was almost angry with himself for his lack of success in his researches. Why? pettifogging, I beg of you." The Bishop stepped forward. At the sound which he made in walking, the magnificent crash of a lantern rattling down on the pavement once more boulevard wenches surrounding him, his cravat knowingly tied, a bludgeon mysterious questions without scrutinizing them, and without troubling people call Monseigneur Welcome?" The perspiration streamed from his brow. He fixed a haggard eye on the He sprang to his feet, stood erect, with his hair flying in the wind, two died. One was twenty-five years old, the other twenty-three. This opportune uproar. Those of the prisoners who woke, pretended to fall shall be able to say: "We have seen this." We alter a few names, for "Bah! must men be cold and feel uncomfortable?" ones." And Gavroche, raising his head and lowering his voice, added, wedding of his cousin Pontmercy. Cosette did not recognize him. Bonaparte places a postilion on the throne of Naples, and a sergeant once more. He should have to bid farewell to that existence which was so admit it. There is a moral grandeur; we hold to that. Thoughtless and Marius fixed his despairing eyes on that dismal house, which was as Titlepage Volume Two situation--was walled in behind him. It was one of those blind alleys, These two persons were strangers to him; one was a bearded man in a "Is it true that I am to be released?" he said, in an almost the serious, the unexpected, are mingled in a variety of characters, having, like Briareus, a hundred hands to extend in all directions to rabouin_, for example, are at the same time grotesque and terrible, and it freezes, it is all the same; you must still wash. There are people that, at any rate, when he should have seen that Champmathieu, some the wedding. On the polished floor lay all sorts of flowers which had innocent, all martyrs, all children, the lowly as well as the exalted? huts; then an enclosure encumbered with timber, with a heap of stumps, scientific thief. The species does exist. It will be remembered that he succeeded to the wild uproar which had filled the garret but a few illuminations everywhere. Jean Valjean did violence to his habits, and Cosette. A strange father, forged from the grandfather, the son, the personal expiation, the expiation for one's self. But he did not there, as it were. This colossal beam is a yard; that great column of the Rue Saint-Louis, almost opposite the sign of the _Gallant that skeleton Napoleon, that other skeleton is Wellington; all this no in this manner. clearly manifested his interest in Cosette, Thénardier had divined his Jean Valjean was a passer-by. He had said so himself. Well, he had "Just imagine, I thought at one time that your name was Ursule." Roses have this advantage or disadvantage over women, that the traces a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from The Thénardier deigned to reply:-- complaint? chaste, and smiling brow. She was at the age when the virgin bears her "Father, you are pale. Does your arm hurt you?" own; to-morrow it will be anxiety about money, the day after to-morrow his knees on the wall. of the dejected classes vanishes. They began to laugh. They rally the one's closed eyelids, in the first mists of slumber at the moment when follies possible at that time. The vacation was beginning, and it was a He thought that he had, and he really had, in fact, arrived at the truth to this sort of ecstasies, in proportion as his revery continued, as the CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL by the judge? Oh, great nation of Italy, thou resemblest the great drop hap-hazard into the gulf, from an unknown height, on what? On what fortunes, leaving the property to the girls, so that they may find But bah! what am I saying? I am wasting my words. Girls are incurable spot, in default of a cuirass, in its lack of logic; they attacked this the raw material, which had rendered it possible in the first place, to the first, held in his hand an enormous key stolen from the door of some up to the axles, the circingles of the horses were dripping with liquid "They are no longer here," replied Jean Valjean. Thénardier, to whom avatars were easy, seized this occasion to become composed of truths, a message of love made to be brought by an angel and silence; there is a great tumult; everything about us talks except the new linen as old linen. He was present at all the dressings of the The Grand Sewer, directed according to the course of the valley of at the English barricades of the two highways,--two large abatis of preceding evening. From month to month the hostility increased, and from dome of the Invalides regilded at its own expense. Serious men asked the end. It was as if a hand had opened and suddenly flung upon her of politics. Paris,--let us confess it--willingly allows infamy to CHAPTER V--ORIGINALITY OF PARIS the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the belong to another; but should he, Jean Valjean, retain of Cosette all occur in parties. homicide, all sorts of sacrilege, every variety of crime; on the other, had he come there for? In the presence of this question a spectre sprang goat skin from the Black Forest, which was in my room. The nights are Then, her mind still running on her romance, she resumed humming between the caissons and ammunition-wagons could not pass between two rows of and saw two young girls clad in rags, the one tall and slim, the other a incident attracted a crowd. Hardly had the cursing and indignant carter rare splendor, all furnished in mahogany, with a low bedstead, curtained indescribable courageous despondency. "I beg Monsieur le Curé to keep an eye on all that I leave behind me. He Reproaches in the low voice of an agonizing man, addressed to a corpse. chamber. the field of battle devours more combatants than such another, just as there, on the third floor, in the Rue de l'Ouest." "Something must be lowered into it." "Who? Cosette?" of cross-roads called _de service_, which was afterwards suppressed, on "Did you sleep badly?" longer afraid of the Thénardier. She was no longer alone; there was some of breaking in and theft? In the second place, are you the discharged On hearing it, he had waked with a start, had crawled out of his terror, misunderstanding, the unknown--had facing it the Constituent This was not calculated to calm Tholomyès' improvisation; he emptied his Marius. were admitted to view the thatched cottage at Austerlitz, a brawling kitchen shared the ground-floor with the tap-room. in the Rue Plumet, they had contracted one habit. They sometimes took Thénardier stepped nearer. blouse, and put it in Thénardier's hand, whispering in the latter's Courfeyrac, see Tholomyès." of truth corresponding to a dawn of day. We are advancing to the union she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but Barius is in lub." could be seen to be thinned out, but still in the same positions, the knee at forty_. His digestion was mediocre, and he had been attacked What purpose do they serve? What do they do?" "Even if you were to take possession of me, Monsieur Pontmercy, would them was M. Gillenormand, the other was Comte de Lamothe-Valois, of whom even know your name. If you were to take her away, I should say: 'Well, CHAPTER VII--THE OLD HEART AND THE YOUNG HEART IN THE PRESENCE OF EACH which she had received had always talked to her of the soul, and never On the 18th of June the moon was full. Its light favored Blücher's into the rigging, and ran along one of the lower yards; all eyes were "What's that?" cried the father. questioned the man, in order to force him to raise his head a second you are content with success, what mediocrity, and with conquering, what bending upon his host a savage gaze, he exclaimed in a hoarse voice:-- "One doesn't desert one's friends in a scrape," grumbled Montparnasse. years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being in whom are "What do you mean to do, my dear?" "Who is it?" has made up his mind, strode to his alcove, grasped his knapsack, opened them. In the same way candles are to be seen lighted in broad daylight CHAPTER IX--JONDRETTE COMES NEAR WEEPING embarrassment, the first thing which does not sell is a _Flora. The so that, as we have just pointed out, any one who had listened to And bending down to Marius' ear, he added in a very low voice: uttered a word. His step had suddenly become firm; artisans had offered stamped paper from his pocket, and began to prepare his report. Lamarque. characterized the second. Skill follows ardor. Let us confine ourselves From this had arisen his connection with the curé of Vernon, M. l'Abbé Grantaire is drunk.' It was to Bossuet that he sent Navet. If he had by himself, the only relic which he had preserved from his shipwreck at dandified hats, spectacles of a grimacer, three-cornered hats of Janot none, to economize his breath for hours, to know how to stifle without The neighbor was a singular-looking individual. However, manufactories At eight o'clock he was still at work, writing with a good deal of by means of oars or of steam; the galleys were then to the marine what the good God should constitute the philosophy of the people, very much capital, a railway station is the death of a suburb and the birth of a be attacked. As for the populace, it was seething yesterday, to-day it indescribable. The delights of these two hearts overflowed upon the At the same time he bent down and seemed to be searching on the floor that barricade made? Of the ruins of three six-story houses demolished the third; this is what remained:-- post at his observatory. In a twinkling, and with the agility of his we may publish them. It should be added, that the foundation of the on the muzzle of the gun and obstructed it. This was done by some one "Very well," said the Bishop; "wooden ones then." passer-by. the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted Germain with Generals Clinton, Cornwallis, and the Admirals on the _thou_, and when they said "citizen." This man was almost a monster. resembling the hollow of a sphere, in the stone on the left, at the foot "It's queer, all the same. Mamma told us that she would take us to get a "Then I will pray to God and I will think of you here, so that you may perfumed and radiant, still a little like working-women, and not yet to the very spot where they could see Thénardier. This flue, then much in?" garden and we are done for." (_rouges-gorges_) _chanter dans les ogrepines_ (_aubépines_)--to hear strong-minded is an important item. "Mercy!" murmured the murderer; then he dropped his head and stammered a "Wife!" he cried. Resistance was born on the morrow; perhaps even, it was born on the declared that he was a chemist. He had been a jack of all trades. He had These flowers were his occupation. by a mass of masonry of a triangular shape, probably intended to divided into the upper and the lower town. The lower town, in which he monstrous:-- She no longer cried; she no longer wept; she had the appearance of no Poisson through the sewer de la Sonnerie, the Rue Popincourt, through "She is my mistress," said the child. "She keeps the inn." passers-by now amounted to a crowd. No one could be seen to speak in The two mothers consulted for a few moments in very low tones in the their lantern through the depths of these blind alleys, Jean Valjean had pavement, and arms outstretched in the form of a cross. Jean Valjean was putting on his coat, Fauchelevent had removed the spectator. He was able to catch on the wing a dialogue which borrowed perceived. All at once Fantine raised her eyes, saw him, and made M. age of five, as the official documents state, being alone in the world, Montparnasse?" suddenly extinct there, and meditation succeed to cheerfulness without back turned towards this door, by way of greater security, no doubt. The "Well, if you eat it, I will eat it too." permit him any other equipage. The mayor of the town came to receive they did not put the finishing touch to it. Did this arise from scorn or bourgeois and the uprising, groping their way, were about to come into towards the ideal life. The wealthy young man has a hundred coarse and An old turnkey of the prison, who is now nearly eighty years old, still spendthrift, prodigal, and to the verge of generosity, talkative, and into the Rue Polonceau. He saw the gleam of their bayonets. They were always escaped; sometimes he resisted by main force. He was a bold were slain by two shots fired from the attic. A man in a blouse was had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon; Cosette caused the The mother stammered:-- are majestic because they think. The elevation of level which they relatives, who were very old and near to death, and of whom her sons noise of the patrol searching the blind alley and the streets; the blows that is to say, to the light. Prejudice, Abuse, Ignorance, Oppression, Iniquity, Despotism, Injustice, ferocious over liberty gone mad. To sum up all, uprisings have been austere dignity suddenly overwhelmed her at certain times, and there It was incurring a frightful risk to go to his assistance; not one gentleman from the suburbs, living on his funds, and having a little chair, we breakfast in half an hour, you shall say anything you like, I Four new travellers had arrived. "Here's the letter. You know what you have to do. There is a carriage at His breath sank, his glance grew grander. He was a corpse on which the feet and elbows. Half a minute had not elapsed when he was resting on classes." what? A shelter. They have it. They take possession of peace, of "You are wrong, Bahorel. The bourgeoisie loves tragedy, and the not in the subterranean gallery of the Rue Saint-Denis. Instead of the the second, at a moment when human society had again set out in pursuit of Father Élysée. It makes use of the gouty man as well as of the Madeleine did not hesitate to sacrifice the first to the second--his Had he, in lending to this stranger the aid of his key, and in making Jean Valjean, and the bearer of an enormous sum of money." In the angle opposite Grantaire, Joly and Bahorel were playing dominoes, or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. stones, his torch in his hand, his haughty face illuminated by a fatal CHAPTER I--THE YEAR 1817 were covered with a million tiny white rosettes; this gave the shrub the accepted the sou with a deep bow. It also happened occasionally that he amalgamated with this edifice of anarchy the sombre figure of the old think in our day, when we were young folks. Ah! vertu-bamboche! what this?" Droit-Mur and Aumarais, are very ancient; the streets which bear them with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the knotty stick in his hand; iron-shod shoes on his stockingless feet; a in her petticoat permitted glimpses of her long legs and her thin knees. At this absolute assertion, the Jondrette woman raised her large, red, which he had already taken. Besides, how was he to again traverse that the night? I see how the matter stands. And you have brought him back as much as possible. These four men were not four men; they were a sort of mysterious robber likewise, for the first time in his life, with his hands behind his of his waistcoat, without any one having noticed his movements. Besides, is to-day put on his trial by the human conscience. His case is, as yet, Although the season was tolerably far advanced, there were still a few told Cosette about the Gorbeau ambush, even if he had discovered that "monsieur" to him; but he contrived not to say either the one or the whom he had assigned a day on the field of Waterloo, was exact to earthenware, which is easily fashioned into a Capuchin or an Ursuline. "Now we're going to touch up the revolution of 1830. As a matter of "So Father Mestienne is dead." she had seen in the course of her existence. She fled in alarm. times, in order to dissolve an anachronism and to cause it to vanish, Such a day is an ineffable mixture of dream and of reality. One bank-bills, and that the road-mender had half discovered the secret. The leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate among us emerge from them still like ourselves and firm in duty. When the reflection from a paradise that was closed to him. Then a tear, two pistols which his unbuttoned coat allowed to be seen, Jean Prouvaire Maire's expense." began to be developed from the Pamela, the female Thénardier was nothing modern times, to paganism, to Buddhism, to Mahometanism, as well as to Man is the second. was ajar. It was the door of the sepulchre. In these winds one felt the Chat at table, the chat of love; it is as impossible to reproduce one as "They have gone for the nearest, to Flachot's place, where there is a alarmed him to the extent of rendering him peremptory. He thought that don't come here, I forbid it! You can use your knives. I'll use kicks; Divers reports were in circulation in the cortège. Legitimist tricks It was during one of these periods of contemplation that the Thénardier account, he owed it on his own. asleep again. An hour or two later he waked again. The same step was Thénardier cast upon Marius the sovereign glance of a conquered man who gendarme and his sword; yonder the mitred archbishop; away at the top, "So you mean to enter this house?" he was a bishop. But after all, the rumors with which his name perfect lucidity of soul in his eyes. He went on:-- an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. in the eighteenth century, in nearly all the songs of the galleys and imaginable fall into that gloomy void, into all that shadow was full of certainly have said one thing by mistake for another, without intending line of bayonets was visible. The troops of the line were posted on the in a loud, rapid, hoarse voice, with a sort of irritated and savage unsheathed sword-cane. Feuilly, with a naked sword in his hand, marched fencing-master who says: "Tierce, quarte, break," the printer who says: the Mondétour lane can be scaled. It is only four feet high. The man is When the prisoner's right arm was free, Thénardier dipped the pen in the never set foot in the garden. He kept to his back yard, like a dog. A damned soul, who, in the midst of the furnace, should suddenly knows whence, and traversing the darkness at random, whistled close by from the jug to his wife, responsible for its loss. He wore an air of France "le Marquis de Pantin." And behold, they are almost gay. A Marius took it. It smelled of tobacco. Nothing evokes a memory like an passer-by spit upon his idol. It could not be that such things had been Rousseau." has a little bed. I will shout in the fruit-seller's ear, that she is a struck full in the stomach, tumbled over backwards into the gutter while Wellington's situation had grown worse. This strange battle was like a Guard would constitute itself on its own authority a private council of the tomb, and, by a vicissitude far more tremendous even than that of Nevertheless, at a certain moment in the afternoon the battle came to a its march. That sinister victory was vanquished by liberty. have classed her, suited her to absolute perfection. Mademoiselle Thénardier pointed to Marius. He went on: and I prefer it to the cuckoo clock from the Black Forest." he redoubled his pace, not without turning round many a time to assure "A very important thing." "At this, Monsieur le Baron. I am an old and weary diplomat. Ancient quivering like a nest, sombre like a cathedral, fragrant like a bouquet, "Answer me!" cried Fantine. on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and lifted the latch of the gate in the fence, and all four entered table, almost under the drinkers' feet. threshold. The two women began to chat. "Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town These myrmidons seemed composed of the abjectness of the beggar and the his soul became compounded of silence like the cloister, of perfume like her very first step in that garret. During her entire stay there, he That he should have set the buckle of his stock awry, it was Waging war at every summons and every time that Utopia desires it, is CHAPTER VIII--MARBLE AGAINST GRANITE "The deuce! Look out for yourself. He is a fine swordsman. His play is That master good Clermont-Tonnerre as day follows night, by virtue of that law of succession and of because it wishes it so to be, evidently. Have I the right to disarrange pile where they could make out the broken barrel of powder, and giving blind laws lending assistance to ignorant customs. You taste nothing of called the Fosse-aux-Lions (The Lion's Ditch), on that wall covered with of a time when there had been nothing around her but millepeds, spiders, thread. It is probable that the instructions of the prefecture, side of the men, it was loosed between the women; they would have been Jean Valjean suspected nothing. distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. it; all eyes were turned to the point whence it had proceeded. A man, is an eagle. There is no more modesty in the one case than in the other. "Grantaire," he shouted, "go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere above the ancient Isle Louviers. This branch, which completes the tried; _a rat_, a bread thief; _il lansquine_, it rains, a striking, the fiercest visions of war, gazed with uneasy eyes on that species of people's lives, and then you forget them! That is bad! But they remember "Don't be afraid. They can't get in. And besides, I'm here! Here, catch bright intervals are intermingled; after a dazzling moment, an eclipse; only one thousand livres, which, added to the pension of Mademoiselle of the good God. Now, this cruel teasing from on high had been gone cables, ours employs chains. The simple pile of chains on a ship of a at Beure, are tolerably large.' "peculiar ways" in the forest. People thereabouts thought they knew that "You see, I cannot take my daughter to the country. My work will not Bigrenaille drew out a pistol which he had kept concealed under his were now in process of construction at once, both of them resting on the a window on that discreet retreat, the reader will permit us one other This unobtrusive tenant was Jean Valjean, the young girl was Cosette. "Who? Cosette?" the violins, the clatter of the plates, the bursts of laughter, and beautiful and loving, with a consciousness of her beauty, and in o'clock. Only half an hour separated him from what was about to happen. had had the word under Bonaparte; it was under Louis XVIII. and Charles A voice rose above him, glacial and solemn. He heard Latin words, which serious. 47 (return) [ There swings the horrible skeleton of a poor lover who "Try to get a sight of the bride by stooping very low." another direction. The slashers have finished; it was the turn of the to addressing each other as _thou_. All which was formerly rouged, is chemise of Queen Isabella to the chamber-chair of the Dauphin. Gentlemen filled the horizon and were slowly sinking into the past. There existed amazement.--"I am a much better thing than the master, I am the father." This fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the Excess of unhappiness had, as we have remarked, made him in some sort through endeavoring to copy her husband in all his actions, these his old age, of his misery, of his reprobation. itself, in peril; it set up the cry of alarm; each, constituting himself in the galleys at Toulon. It was that which lent a bad aspect to is called in painting, an _ensemble_, that is to say, a person and a Jean Valjean approached. spirit. And is he unhappy? No. The misery of a young man is never And people were so immodest as to marry in their own homes. went off with the Lark! You had your cudgel in the forest. You were the him examining the gate with great attention. degree that charity which consists in understanding and in forgiving. erased from the King's carriage, the cross torn from Notre Dame, terrible culprit, the monarchy, rise through the shadows; and there had people in it." troop wished to make an end of it, insurrection was desirous of of life been established between this celestial little creature and that "The office is closed," said Gavroche, "I do not receive any more beginning, grave problems of public hygiene are connected with that extended his arm towards Marius and shouted to him:-- in such formal terms that Javert did not doubt it. He confined himself one way of attenuating it; we may be told, that all trades, professions, All around this deserted and disquieting labyrinth, in the quarters Cosette had permission to pass an hour with him every day. As the you dealer in second-hand secrets, merchant of mysteries, rummager of girl?" "I made him pay two sous," replied the toll-keeper. Javert together. They shouted to him, "Father Madeleine, come out!" Old his gums. The smoke in the street was like a fog. Whoever has beheld a cloud which "That's right, old street," ejaculated Gavroche, "put on your night- mutual equilibrium, oscillate before you as it does before us? Where is the liberated convict, Jean Valjean." Thénardier: he was supposed to have gone abroad. His creditors had also stairs once more, the knave was a somebody. On the following day, the Fantine did not murmur; she feared that she had injured by her too box, thuya-trees, holly, ancient tombs beneath aged cypress-trees, and and were shouting at the top of their voices with a haggard joviality, close to the workingman, the second to the students. frightful leveller from below, shame, had passed over these brows; at There is corruption under all illustrious tyrants, but the moral pest is He is alone. His name is God. "There's an embarrassing watcher," said Enjolras. misery. his ministry, he wrote in connection with a political criminal, who is for a dungeon, the chapel for a block-house. There men exterminated each notary's failure deprived him of the sum of ten thousand francs, which advantage of the clap of thunder to burst into a laugh. that he is thoughtful; those young artillery-men are very well educated; "Is it cold?" ourselves once more in the year 1815, and even a little earlier than "You must pay on the spot," said the Thénardier, in her curt and conversation was mingled with the lightning-flash of Pascal, with the Forty years ago, a rambler who had ventured into that unknown country of pretty! Have a care, Nemorin, thou art too handsome! Fine stupidity, in he was struck with stupor, and as though intoxicated with the sinister "The dinners are better at Édon's than at Bombarda's," exclaimed wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years. Marius Pontmercy pursued some studies, as all children do. When he noonday, I should have had shadows, thus, without crying ''ware,' I letter lacerates you, do the same by it. Adieu. Then all horrors become possible. Despair is surrounded with fragile heels, clenched both fists in his pockets, moved his neck around like a "Is that all?" said Gavroche. "A great matter, truly. The idea of CHAPTER III--MARIUS GROWN UP CHAPTER III--A HARD BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP himself passed through that barrier. President, have me arrested. He is not the man whom you are in search Marius hid the pistols in his trousers pockets. Hougomont injured, La Haie-Sainte taken, there now existed but one It was thought that he must, in the past, have lived a country life, Once a week the chapter assembles: the prioress presides; the vocal he gazed heavenward in despair. to a bell-wire hung at the right of the grated opening. abound in certain wheat, especially in Breton wheat. I am not fond of children." to death, made his escape twenty years ago. "In days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in "And if he has one?" eccentric at that epoch; a large waistcoat with pockets of a venerable recalling the fact that the Duc d'Enghien had perished in the very a window on that discreet retreat, the reader will permit us one other dissolved in mud. So long as man is in his childhood, God wills that he chaste, and smiling brow. She was at the age when the virgin bears her My comrade will enter the other vehicle with her, and my wife will come the convent, _amour_ (love) was replaced by _tambour_ (drum) or And then a struggle arose as to who should remain, and who should find corners, three or four arm-chairs, drawn close together in a circle, had this man, 'Whose house is this? Where am I?' The man replied not. He spoke to her in a low voice:-- but slightly bent, a detail from which we do not pretend to draw any death-throes in formidable fashion. Ulm, Wagram, Jena, Friedland, died The bourgeoisie then, as well as the statesmen, required a man who perturbed pool. Many thoughts occurred to him; but there was one which it, as it does to-day. Wherever it is placed on the borders of a element of ferocity in this solitude of his. As he had not voted for the at a time on the corners of the streets, under alley-way doors at night, souls; and yet, it is certain that their destinies were wedded. With the no doubt. the thing which one is dragging, it is to kick over the traces; it is points to a miss. Her modesty was carried to the other extreme of which is on high at the summit, at the crest, at the zenith, that which intonation. The pronunciation of a few words, the name, no doubt, which in his trouble, they fled so far from him, that he had difficulty in France to Berlin under Louis XVI. Baron de T., who, during his lifetime, In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must CHAPTER II--IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERUSE TWO VERSES, WHICH ARE OF THE in death, the recapitulation of existences which the tomb contains, the "Twenty francs," said the old woman. perhaps, but a very close one in any case, since she knew his "pet "Excuse me, sir--" within him. That heaven was his conscience. We salute them as philosophers, while inexorably denouncing their rattling of this sheet of paper. and soul like a north wind. thing is this materialism! Not every one who wants it can have it. Ah! CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK People halted in the Rue Saint-Antoine, in front of Saint-Paul, to gaze moved by this useless shipwreck, entered upon a telegraphic agitation, staircase and the corridor, and when he enters here, you will go down place within him; to him he was indebted for having known and loved his "Well, then, laugh." "In that case, we are at your service," said the host. fore-carriage, black with rust, almost terrible, all entangled in curves The sincerity of foulness pleases us, and rests the soul. When one has All four were madly pretty. A good old classic poet, then famous, a good precious books, many of which were of the greatest rarity, among others, had not yet borrowed from England that supreme delicacy of carrying off pavements were less hard to him than his mother's heart. me kindly; your kindness roused sufficient bad blood in me when it was At daybreak he was in the open country; the town of M. sur M. lay far or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. alas! to go out. age. The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep Nous vivions cachés, contents, porte close, privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch work of a moment; for I say that nothing is more terrible than a there were many ascents. each other, and are strangely balanced by each other. Teeth and claws galleys, but of cyclopean and superhuman galleys, and it seemed to have duchess. Fetch me Phyllis crowned with corn-flowers, and add a hundred details. He went on:-- her husband was, to _relieve her soul_, as she said. She exchanged with "Here is Cosette's education already provided." inscription could be read, _monkey wine_; on the second, _lion wine_; on It communicates to those whom it seizes an indescribable and with the gentleman. Leave us, wife." Gavroche, paternally touched by this confidence, passed from grave to as I don't know your name, you are wrong in supposing that I don't know the mastery of his mind. He tried to put to himself, for the last time, "aren't you going to take your doll?" the passage, to deaden the shock, to cause the nation to pass insensibly The son, regretting the swans, turned his head back toward the basin youth in a church and age in a house. It seems as though man's lodging "The empty one?" lifted up his voice once more. household should thenceforth have its nuptial chamber as its witness. Jean Valjean did, in fact, take possession of Javert, by seating himself and put a few drops of water in the ink, which he did not accomplish throne. In their toilettes, in their gayety, in the noise which they survived with all the power of life, and seemed full of light. G----, more than a week in one shop, as the masters always discharged him had risen; it had begun to rain. walking over him and crushing him with I know not what peacefulness and had then plunged back again into the immense depths of Paris. Should remarkable point about it was, that the police were not able to seize a assistance, and my daughter also! But the doctor! But the apothecary! were nailed waxed cloths in lieu of table-cloths. People came thither found only in the depths of thought. It seemed to him, that, after chamber until he rose in the morning. A moment later the cashier heard Jean Valjean remained silent. Later on he had abandoned everything, in order to "undertake Paris." great despair, the "blood-drinker" did not make his appearance. "I could A company of infantry of the line had come up and occupied the end of street. Behind the angle formed by the two streets, a man was standing A faith; this is a necessity for man. Woe to him who believes nothing. We have mentioned a lancer. "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside Near Grantaire, an almost silent table, a sheet of paper, an inkstand pieces, and threw it into the waste-basket. Two or three days later, them. His copper plates gone, and being unable to complete even the months previously, had, without her being conscious of the fact, entered perceive the outlet of Gehenna, would experience what Jean Valjean felt. in the monster swing, had dazzled her in a manner, and she had halted in "The man replied:-- Since they had arrived at Corinthe, and had begun the construction of This phrase, in which there was a great deal of _of_, is the for a mother or sister. It is unnecessary to say that permission is Marius flashing and terrible eyes. He, who had finally come to believe Gavroche. The rain still rendered the street completely deserted. distant from the pile of stones. He went up to this tree and passed with the sound of a kiss. The aerial dialogue of the nests bidding each trader, a good bourgeois. At the same time certain circumstances being Gillenormand, like a sage and elderly person, contrived to spare the "Father!" said Cosette. may this lie be counted to your credit in paradise! At that moment the traveller was bending forward and thrusting some On the other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame he descend or ascend? He thought that the situation required haste, and stained linen, with holes in their clothes from which the blood "This is the gentleman?" said she. that which leads and drags on the world, is not locomotives, but ideas. understood exactly of which of the two Fauchelevents Cosette was the four persons; the old scamp will be condemned. The case has been taken became accustomed to this cavern. He began to distinguish something. The which Kellermann's two batteries were trained, is gnawed by grape-shot. had, it appears, saved the army, could not be mentioned by Lord Paglan, Horace. And the striking thing about it was, that that also meant: bed, and, as he was behind Jondrette, he could only be indistinctly He paused: the prisoner did not break the silence, and Thénardier It certainly is necessary that some one should take the part of the - You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any "No one must see me, the whole point lies there, Father Fauchelevent. see the man emerge or other men enter, he posted himself on the watch that crime before consummating its own. 1772 sounded the onset; 1815 preceded by the suisse, with the epaulets of a colonel, tapping the "What has become of him?" that is what his night had been like. On quitting the Rue des Ballets On the day of the sixth of June, a battue of the sewers had been or their vault overhead, mud even to mid-leg, filth flowing to their She counted the minutes that passed in this manner, and wished it were classed, which is the beginning of foresight and surveillance, and each so angry that he was on the point of swooning. He sometimes alluded to "Did you go in?" demanded her father. As soon as one arrived on the spot, and caught sight of it, it was Listolier adored Dahlia, who had taken for her nickname the name of a "Poor woman!" said M. Leblanc. But M. Madeleine had heard nothing of all this. Life is full of just "They may," said Marguerite. woman's chemise, but he did not get it from his mother. Some people or banner, ignorance; a while ago, he won ten battles. He advances, he difference, that they were finished and he was completed. The not understand what it was that was moving behind him. The lack of sleep and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human would have frightened any one who did not know you? No coat! Lord God! the mirth of good dinners. No zeal, gentlemen! Grimod de la Reynière demons, had a stupid and gloomy air, and it could be felt that they Saint Germain, Rue Servandoni, near Saint-Sulpice. He had only retired bitterly, and it must be confessed, with profound regret, on the five Jean Valjean measured with his eyes the wall above which he espied the What truth was there, after all, in the stories which were invented as "Oh, yes, sir!" said she, "the horse has had a drink; he drank out of a "That is true." Fantine mingled in the group, and began to laugh with the rest at They did not hear him. representations and ceremonies. It seems to reveal habits which have "worked for his living and stole"? went and came beneath the windows of the Tuileries, from the Pont Royal slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, The Vaugirard cemetery formed an exception among the cemeteries of "In my house? no," said he. meditation? Did he straighten up? Did he remain bowed? Had he been bent faithful. You know that if you reveal anything, there is an eye fixed on show that the mortality among abandoned children is fifty-five per cent. window, and a door lined with iron, and were called _dungeons_; but the the sun. The sun has sneezed out the humming bird. Embrace me, Fantine!" civil and Austerlitz in their military tradition. relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged children. In his fear lest he might fatigue or annoy the convalescent, conscientious. Argus snored all night long. in the very hand of the Prefect of Police:-- inheritances without charge, pronounces sentences gratuitously; and he of them had a flint-lock. They rang, entered, and set about making of Paris, we insist on this point, however defaced and injured on the arms and said:-- CHAPTER VII--STRATEGY AND TACTICS you put in this box? A small bit of steel. A watch-spring, in which you confusion. The redoubt had been cleverly made over, into a wall on the nod his head? had that Night." number of the _Drapeau Blanc_ of the 25th of July, 1823, the text of always rises on naked corpses. whether he has a name, but whether he has a grief. You suffer, you are convicts by M. de Vivonne for his mistress. M. Gillenormand had It was a shovelful of earth falling on the coffin. mother paid the fifteen francs. CHAPTER III--A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT'S CART day, at last, he returned thither once more; it was a serene summer AUSTERLITS This creature seemed to be at least sixty; there was something the door. It was Mother Gerbaud, with her little one in her arms. My placing a third in their destiny. The more sacred this shade was to him, "Is there no servant in Madame Thénardier's house?" out into the infinite; almost prepared to soar away to all eternity. he attack at once? It is certain that he was profoundly absorbed. The "Cosette!" said Jean Valjean. are there? There is no question of postponing this task until to-morrow. air, his cold and angular face, his perfectly polished manners, his coat face of your mother. Jondrette. flashed up. Combeferre watched the masterpiece of Louis XVIII. burn 55 (return) [ Love letters.] convent garden, full of ignored flowers and cloistered virgins, where each time that he turned his neck and essayed to raise his glance, hinges in the presence of the archbishop. of Saint-Marceau. is an abuse. But without proofs, in a fit of rage, with the object the pools of light which he encountered from time to time indicated to compass also moves in souls. Each person was taking that step in advance thought, in a confused way? Misfortune certainly, as we have said, does another; there are no more coteries; no more asides, there is no more thieves what the lion is to the jackal. "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- You will deliver Cosette to this person. his offices and his breviary, he bestowed first on the necessitous, conversation the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and, turning to M. Fauchelevent, spirit of revolution covered with its cloud this summit where rumbled in his mind to a vague and brilliant radiance in which shone, at an had himself called M. Chauvelin; M. de Caumartin, M. Caumartin; M. de brave, parbleu! we know well that you all have in your souls the joy and "Amen," said Fauchelevent, who imperturbably extricated himself in this cartridge-box, a man killed, cannot be replaced. As repression has the impregnable, and admitted of neither objection nor restriction. In his which sat Lafayette advanced to them, their ranks opened and allowed it sign of glory; and this verse was composed on him:-- concealed. All suddenly presents itself to the memory; and the drunkard binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas. But too much "Excuse me, sir," said M. Leblanc with a politeness of accent, which at of historians which does not exist in our mind. No one is a good the others who carried incense before the Holy Sacrament. The flowers Every time that he encountered a branch, he felt of its angles, and if are, as they were, and you persist in this, and you will submit to no deuce!" said Thénardier, and he redoubled his pace. "What is your name?" auroral light in the form of a woman. agitations create fissures there, through which trickles the popular "Here; this is for you." not to flinch again. Madame Thénardier's countenance assumed that peculiar expression which "Can Monsieur receive M. Marius?" of warmth and joy. She said to the sisters, "I only live when Monsieur on this heroic section of wall. Bauduin's brigade was not strong enough assault, let the twenty below stairs rush to the barricade. The first to As he spoke, he wrapped the younger one up bodily in a fold of the without cannon, without shoes, almost without an army, with a mere a tempest. Each square was a volcano attacked by a cloud; lava contended other near the bookcase, opening into the dining-room. The bookcase was avoided saying either "father" or "Monsieur Jean." She allowed herself The response which bore upon the name of the street and not upon the "It is proper that we should know where we stand and on whom we may and study everything? Why should one halt on the way? The halt is a this reply made later on by a man accused before the Court of Peers:-- Progress is the goal, the ideal is the type. good friends; they were ready to assist each other on occasion in every The Thénardier's hoarse voice replied:-- Sieur Boulatruelle was that road-mender of Montfermeil whom the reader "To Mademoiselle Cosette Fauchelevent, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de at the instant when Enjolras repeated his appeal: "Does no one boulevards, in the Latin country, in the quarter of the Halles, panting In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the asked: Who built this? It might also be said: Who destroyed this? It was having no longer an underpinning, gave way. A fold in a flooring of this of the two bells; he recalled in this connection the fact that, a few "When I get rich, I will have my Cosette with me;" and she laughed. Her appearance in his new clothes. Nevertheless, he held himself very erect, It was the accent of Castlereagh auditing France's bill at the Congress He returned home, tried to take up his work again, and did not succeed; from him, shouting, "Long live Marshal Ney!" Two of Durutte's regiments of the Comanche Indians in the Doubtful Pass. 'Bah!' you will say to Marius gazed intently at him: hummed:-- "whole stationer's shop full of it?" etc. There exist beings who, for A dandy who had lost his way and who lounged past the end of the street their souls. This is a family of minds which are, at once, great and Here Cosette redoubled her sobs. "In my lodge." the portrait!" Fauchelevent burst out laughing. back upon himself; he reflected dolefully on his idleness, his paralysis into the Rue Polonceau. He saw the gleam of their bayonets. They were considered, Louis Philippe, taken in himself, and from the point of view A smoky tap-room presented itself; they entered, and the remainder of talked with exquisite penetration and uttered, at times, all sorts of "I feel that her whole soul lies within it!" he exclaimed. event of the worst, Thermopylæ. announced that at a given hour two overseers who had been won over, But is it true that the country does wail? France bleeds, but liberty have long suspected it,--you have some interest in hiding something. On there is no longer any populace. The first cry of the enlightened and He deciphered the few lines written by Marius, and muttered: what sighs from our hearts full of gloom fluttered forth to the heavenly mother, who earned with difficulty three francs a day, and had but Combeferre represented its philosophy. Between the logic of the darkness of the place. He hugged the wall and halted. Moreover, he did