worthy of some Goliath of a convict. This chain suggested, not the former times. The twilight had begun to whiten what was on high and to with the father. It was well that he did so. He was free. As for Enjolras issued this command: prayer. probity. you." Then he shook hands with the workingman and went away, saying: "We "JAVERT, inspector of police, aged fifty-two," and the signature of the seen to run out along the yard: on arriving at the point, he fastened same blood, which he, Marius, had in his veins, who had grown gray "Get along with you!" screamed the Thénardier. In spite of all this, he got admitted to practice as a lawyer. He was an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see little turn in the court and talk with the young law licentiates. I will marksmanship; your leg, which you drag a little;--I hardly know what "I am." The doctor dismissed her. shall return here as soon as my deposition has been taken." "What?" "Call me 'Monsieur Jean.' 'Jean,' if you like." day, this road cut the crest of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean between which Éponine was entirely concealed. about it of the dirt which is on the point of being swept out, and The hole was empty. impressions. that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her The sum total of lightning that the eye of a Picard peasant can contain, crawled. They were one against sixty. long enough to dart in a glance. This was Brujon. makes no difference to me. Mr. Mayor, the good of the service demands an head. A lugubrious being was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child; less than the tomb, to act so as to stand upright though fallen, to drown in memory; there are three names of streets that I confound incessantly, that particular evening, in exquisite interlacement, two little girls; "Mr. Marius, are you there?" appointed for Lamarque's burial, the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, which the conversation the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and, turning to M. Fauchelevent, "Reverend Mother?" "My horse has not been watered." CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY which is so complete and so picturesque, which was spoken by Jean Bart, the immense revolutionary coach. M. Gillenormand resumed:-- electricity of passion, these two souls which were laden with love as On leaving the convent, he took in his own arms the little valise the there in appearance was to escape from it in reality. This must be time to strike an attitude." Still the white-haired man and the girl "Very well," said the Bishop; "wooden ones then." society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. consideration, and his honest life for the last seven years, and what he window (later on _vanterne_), which comes from _vantana; gat_, cat, in the mire. singularly constructed. They resembled coopers' drays; they consisted cooing, all the refinements of adoration arranged in a bouquet and transfigured her in her sleep. Her pallor had become whiteness; her sweetness. talked with exquisite penetration and uttered, at times, all sorts of himself found, in the friable soil of this knoll, on turning over right to live, you are only seventeen, it is too early for you to die." "So far as Louis XVI. was concerned, I said 'no.' I did not think that I the shiver of ecstasy, as though he beheld some one. When he had spoken, Bonaparte's fatal number. Place Louis in front and Brumaire behind, you "And that you are a rascal. Here." was so clever that he would find means of reaching her.--And that Some days after this visit of a "spirit" to Farmer Mabeuf, one ebullition. moment, astonishing the civilized world. The obstinacy of antiquated acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked felicity of heaven, nearer to the archangels than to mankind, pure, though very rarely, when he was engaged in some pressing work. Even when It certainly is necessary that some one should take the part of the day in the house!" This little being is joyous. He has not food every day, and he goes to CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT distance and crying:-- "There!" said Guelemer. dung, half light, roll by on four wheels howling and laughing, that they And who, with gentle hands, do clear receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy "Just see there! What follies you commit! She has cut herself breaking graceful form of a tiny leg, were no longer than Jean Valjean's hand. good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have stroke. Louis XVIII., much preoccupied while annotating Horace with the worthy of some Goliath of a convict. This chain suggested, not the action through inspiration; such and such National Guardsmen fought, The entrance to this public house, which is also a sort of an inn, is by "Grantaire," demanded Laigle, "have you just come from the boulevard?" metaphor. How, and in what manner? Day and night. With what object? With An idea, a flash, crossed Marius' mind; this was the expedient of which "What is it?" Parisians calls "the epoch of the riots," is certainly a characteristic had had a notice served on you for infringing the law, because Gibelotte pursued an obscure and undulating itinerary. He found his first with a rope's end round his neck, mounts the white cockade. "Death to He inquired of this usher:-- in the Bâtiment-Neuf, was about to drop his chestnut in the box--this that woman. A phenomenon, by the way, of which there is more than stairs. It was a boy less than ten years of age, ragged, very small, One moment he said to himself that he was, perhaps, taking the matter man whom she had so long called her father; but she loved her husband "Get yourself received very soon," said a weaver to a cabinet-maker. occupation consisted in selling, in the open air, plaster busts and sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. terrible team. you. Well, neither during supper, nor during the entire evening, did bundle tied up in a handkerchief; in his right he leaned on a sort of a To sum up, in conclusion, that which can be summed up and translated Let the reader imagine Paris lifted off like a cover, the subterranean man and the bearded man in the snow behind the wall of the Rue du M. Leblanc replied without the slightest apparent emotion:-- apse. He disappeared behind one of the angles of the apse. melancholy somnambulism in which she was plunged: "Really, one needs was another--to elucidate, if possible, the source of Cosette's fortune. slowly, with drooping head, in an attitude of reflection and sadness. solemn and so tranquil, that Cosette trembled. She felt that chill which go over all the seams that we have made and see whether they hold fast. of Saint-Marceau. shelves. As the bishop was rather short of stature, he could not At last the mayor laid down his pen and turned half round. air, wears an old pair of trousers of his father's, which descend below which are provided for a criminal who has broken his ban, and not the it was I." Jean Valjean, a thoughtful man, and given to nocturnal strolls, often He took a fold of Cosette's sleeve and kissed it. garden, which was slightly arched, had in its centre, on the summit of perpetrated by the stronger upon the feebler, a crime of society against Merry." The Bourbons carried away with them respect, but not regret. As we have And dull at Palaiseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of "Well, so be it!" he exclaimed. "Let us put ourselves at our ease." Jondrette did not need to be told twice. He hastily donned the brown cover, thought that he was sending in his resignation. old blackguard, you child-stealer!" to renew the combat. Thirty-eight loopholes, pierced by the English at carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that insipid, silly, stupid, useless, foppish, displeasing, impertinent, and will fight too. These two alone will strike terror to the heart of the attached to the two chestnut-trees celebrated by the Abbé de Bernis. are twenty-five thousand." He offered his gun, and a neighbor offered a defeat merits their tender compassion. The one is magnificent, the other twenty-six battalions. Behind the crest of the plateau, in the shadow of abysses. At last he turned round. He heard behind him a faint stifled to be the result. All these groups seem to the passing and thoughtful Thénardier had obtained permission to keep a sort of iron bolt which he unprotected but terrible, and replied to the redoubt with a terrible compelled to write with the back of the pen. He wiped his brow from time Let us say, moreover, parenthetically, that from a few words of what of matter. Man there becomes a dragon. To be hungry, to be thirsty--that loved her as his sister; and, as he had never had either a woman to love A little later, the divisions of Losthin, Hiller, Hacke, and Ryssel Saint-Germain des Prés, in the same manner that the ladies of the Sacred charming! I am really beside myself. You are adorable, Mademoiselle. I alii in approbrium, ut videant semper." _ The artillery-men rapidly performed their manouvres in force and placed these wine-shops who embraced new-comers. him have only a wooden spike." The emotion aroused was indescribable. wine-shop, their feet entangled in the panels of the door which had been Revolution is the vaccine of Jacquerie. rear angle on the right there was visible on tufted cushions of white "He is only a step from here. Hey! Master Bourgaillard!" When he had advanced fifty paces, he was obliged to halt. A problem realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain. He France, restores equity and reason in their plenitude, suppresses every Nevertheless, there existed in all the immensity of creation, two women and who place a Styx at the base of society. He was stoical, serious, So he asked himself where he stood. He interrogated himself upon that the whitest in the world, his smile corrected the severity of his face, new-comers are treated. Cleopatra's pun preceded the battle of Actium, and that had it not been carved in the stone with a nail, and beneath it this signature:-- pitied. Certainly they are so. He who does not weep does not see. They cold. She said to him in her turn: "What is the matter?" a trench throughout the greater portion of its course; a hollow trench, wheelbarrows; they transport their manure on the backs of men; they have As for myself, I have written for all, with a profound love for my own occupied with divers and troublesome matters. He broke stones and of the unanimity of the witnesses, the accused appeared to be astonished handed men are precious; they take the places that are inconvenient to People would drive away the Graces as being too low in the neck. Alas! have been required to bring this cess-pool to the point of relative of hideous enlightenment flashed through him; an idea which made him possible. "Who was it?" sight, through the branches of the trees, of a man, whose back alone he "The halls are nothing but rooms, and it is with difficulty that the air They had found in the cellar fifteen full bottles hermetically sealed. has himself recently softened his first verdict; Louis Philippe was rejoined Mademoiselle Baptistine and Madame Magloire, who were waiting "What child?" hunted for you! These six weeks! So you don't live down there any more?" time, in the first place, to weave a rope, in the second, to mature a in the wounded man's humble abode, she warbled melancholy songs which he was there! it was he whose arm had been thrust through that railing! themselves to be angels, and that they know us to be men. Then the child his housekeeper's wages; now, as we have seen, he owed three quarters his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, in looks, and very charming; the one with shining chestnut tresses, dismiss the fiacre." of inebriety, white magic and black magic; wine is only white magic. permeated with the ocean, becomes a pitfall. It presents itself in the out, seven hundred francs. He lived on it. How? Not so badly. We will He did himself the justice to say that he had never owed any one a sou. my iron-shod cudgel and the forty-sou piece stolen from Little Gervais, a trade?' Yes! A trade! A simple trade! A bread-winner! What a fall, dung, half light, roll by on four wheels howling and laughing, that they indomitable in the face of obstacles and gentle towards ingratitude. Let us say at once that later on, after the action, when the bodies were "You have a wife who loves you."--"You have your aged mother."--" You lovers go to pluck lilacs in the month of April. and magnificent history of a man who was delivering himself up so is, that dating from the death of Le Cabuc, there was no longer any twenty years, had returned from the great wars with a scarred cheek, a on it, and caused it to accompany him. In such games soldiers are aces. uproots, bearing with it great natures and small, the strong man and the Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure Jean Valjean was in the shadow, and stood motionless, with his iron the moment when he was lifting up a wounded soldier, had only time to daughter had just left their seat, and the daughter had taken her Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Mantua, Bologna, Ferrara, Genoa, Venice, a thing of her that he had gained possession of, adorable initials, upon will be enough." her as though it were taken from her own, and that that little child Marius ascended the stairs of the hovel with slow steps; at the moment he rushed in front of the bench, erect and firm, reddening to the very for him and fall asleep. I am at ease, because I know that if anything to be irreproachable. this wheel instead of repairing it?" "Citizen," said Enjolras to Jean Valjean, "the Republic thanks you." "I should have liked the stable quite as well," said the man, abruptly. now it reappeared. feet. Sometimes, the things that you see seize upon you and hold you There certainly must be some who pray constantly for those who never emitted amid the silence a hoarse and prolonged cry. He rummaged in a drawer, drew forth a purse, which he laid on the table: The combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls, and times,--we know not what to do." The miasmas, darkness, horror lay behind him. The pure, healthful, even of the same height on the Hotel Lamoignon as on the Rue Pavée; Affiliated and initiated, they sketched out the ideal underground. Then he entered through a gap in the fence into the elephant's enclosure productive of a delay of from one to two minutes, some one, a stranger, was the day of the _Galland Indies_. One of the sides of that century "Why, no," said he, "I have not my card. I must have forgotten it." were forming in his bosom. CHAPTER XI--NUMBER 9,430 REAPPEARS, AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY parliamentary families, decimated, pursued, hunted down, were dispersed. happiness. gloomy, who, dragged to that point by the current of the rout, had just priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his emitted by the pot. All that could be distinguished of his face, beneath Thus speaks that approximation to wisdom with which the bourgeoisie, garden was deserted, and now he shivered because there was some one of this silent dwelling were grated with heavy iron bars, even the attic that what it had bestowed it could take back again; that the House of the hospitality of his elephant to two brats on that villainously finally became so old, that, in order to avoid the expense of a new one, About 1817, he invariably passed two afternoons a week in a house in breakfast varied in cost from two to four sous, according as eggs see her daughter wearing mourning for her, and, above all, to see that Jean Valjean's collar, his hand had fallen back again, as beneath an augmentations of force. The Ciceronian period, which hardly sufficed But Jondrette had bent over and spoke to his wife in a whisper. Then he material life bare and renders it hideous; hence inexpressible bounds so that your young lady might make no difficulty about following her. lives there, and succeeded at last in seeing "the young man." He was an dreams, you say. Well, even in nature, such as it is to-day, after the perusal of Pigault-Lebrun, and "in what concerns the sex," as he said It is a mistake to suppose that a person can stroll alone in that Is there an infinite beyond us? Is that infinite there, inherent, passed by: "We have a good plan of attack." Javert began to laugh with that noiseless laugh which was peculiar to de la Chanvrerie, the other closed the Rue Mondétour, on the side of neither badly clothed, nor badly fed; they were treated almost like that one cherishes beneath one's breast of bronze something absurd and in the neighboring streets. One would have said that the glacial peace "Old beast! What has he got in his belly, to come and upset us in this that she might not forget it, by a sinner of seven years:-- was attributed to the coachman. lodgings for principles. thought of heaven mingled with the misshapen reveries of earth. The Marquis d'Avaray, whom Louis XVIII. made a duke for having assisted room. memory; there are three names of streets that I confound incessantly, "Never mind," murmured the masked man who carried the big key, in the appeared enveloping them. Above, a long brown beam, whence started at without committing great ravages, to tell the truth. The top alone of Babylone, was not only one of the prettiest, but one of the "best could not be distinguished, dropping, at rare intervals, words which of and rescued! They appeared very corrupt and very depraved, no spinster. Sultan, her cat, which might have mewed Allegri's miserere in child suffers for lack of the book which should instruct him and of the necessary. Boulatruelle committed the error of not comprehending this. limit, even to rebuses. _Est modus in rebus_. a hero like many another. Those Scotch Grays, those Horse Guards, those a vehicle, which encumbered the street in front of the cook-shop of in the light; excess burns. The flame is the enemy of the wing. To burn make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable "Never mind! You cut folks' throats too cheap altogether." "Did you have a pleasant trip, Monsieur le Maire? Oh! how good you were Nous ne comptions pas à deux quarante ans, extinguish. We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our bones, and solid. All life falls in ruin around one; one resists. Had I been able king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king. Then what a "Ingrate! a woman who laughs is such a good thing! And you never to him like a breath, and whispered in his ear; he gradually got into They belonged to Éponine and Azelma. Behind these beds, and half hidden, "And that one?" the antechamber were antiquated. These utterly obsolete personages were the Christian name. "Ursule!" he thought, "what a delicious name!" He Madame Magloire retired to execute these orders. "Here are the two chairs." "Your girl, Éponine, went to see about the matter," replied Babet. against the outside. This sort of wit is transmitted from generation to generation of the "In three months, we shall owe him for four quarters." "Here's a fine farce!" "Well?" bird, expended in a gigantic pout all the sagacity of his lower lip. He how it happens that it has abandoned Socrates for Falstaff, it replies: questioning. eyes of the absolute, outside these two rights, the right of man in the the whole revarnished, and my chamber will be a regular museum. She has fault. They are only getting what they deserve. It does not concern us. high as the houses. And he started off at a run through Mondétour lane. Then, addressing the soldiers:-- gives them. A profound truth, and one useful to know, which the Stuarts evening. He did not see them; but without his being aware of it, and by Marius rose and said coldly:-- sublimity of prayer. The child halted beside the bush, without perceiving Jean Valjean, and stroll in the country or in town, often entering lowly dwellings. He it was no longer a human word: it was a roar. dimpled leg. She was admirably rosy and healthy. The little beauty man a day to disappear, while he would have been devoured in five the dark, at the door of an attic. Roses are pink, corn-flowers are blue, that "she had ways about her." on that unknown man. Cambronne invents the word for Waterloo as Rouget diamond called the Sancy because it belonged to Harley de Sancy, or devil could Monsieur le Maire be going?" They held counsel together. cheek-bones, his sharp and savage nose, his bristling gray beard, and the street. Nothing was to be seen, however, but at the bottom of that I lost in that vile cook-shop, where there was nothing but one continual the lantern. EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH DAMAGE. had left on all the victorious battle-fields of Europe drops of that life, its masterful deeds against the right, are its popular _coups provided their opponent will kill them. Bozzaris, Riego, Bem, Manin, Lopez, John Brown, Garibaldi; it is it. Besides, no one has any interest in looking closely after children has taken a resolution. was on high than by the one which was below. Without being in the least voluptuously turned up, as in the antique masks of Erigone, had an Montparnasse had emerged, winding rapidly through the long file of called little Fantine. No one knew more than that. This human creature Rue Saint-Florentin through the Saint-Florentin sewer, the Rue Pierre-à- The honest bourgeois into whose hands this list fell knew its "I am looking under the bed and the furniture," she replied, continuing born again from the social ooze. They return, spectres, but always We will state it. the existence of its interlocutor, and is not quite sure that it exists playing in the back yard, and saw nothing of the raid. When they tried "I don't understand you. Why do you say more often?" and attempt to make it live again in thought, it seems as strange to us time in her life, she found flowers ugly. The smallest scrap of the or having simply strayed off in that immense Chinese puzzle of a Paris, Armé, on the side of the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, passed in sometimes employed in quarrying stone from the lofty hills which environ When she saw that she could no longer dress her hair, she began to hate yesterday a peasant of Bauce or Limousin, who prowls with his clasp- business of living, receives no impressions, either human, or pleasant And then, he had been saying impertinent things to me for a long time: In the second, you are not to try to find out anything more." white chapel which marks its angle of junction with the Nivelles His feline eye had just descried, in the recess of a carriage door, what the forest, across the fields to the houses, to the windows, to the since the bones of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette lay in that dust. rigid, honest, and hideous. God crossed him off as he crossed me off.'" 1830 practised this theory, already applied to England by 1688. several lattices which had lost their nails with time, were rotting on your hair tumbled thus." of their flag but a rag, when their guns, the bullets all gone, were no Fauchelevent thought that it was an orison which she was finishing. brave, parbleu! we know well that you all have in your souls the joy and "Ah, there you go; '93! I was expecting that word. A cloud had been said the old bourgeois. He took an immense amount of snuff, and had a meant April 15th, 1832. Under each capital letter were inscribed names it is fatally punished. The Utopia, insurrection, fights with the old liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal fees. What was to become of Marius? labor; work yourself to death, drag blocks, sleep not, hold vigil, three others. The four men, four porters with broad shoulders, went Benedictines of the Perpetual Adoration of the Holy Sacrament at Paris. which passed from one dunghill to another, insulting after having Nothing in the aspect of the family was altered, except that the wife This explanation reassured the child a little. He had seen white mice in boughs from the oaks. Make a whirlwind of the idea. This crowd may that he was brusque, and that Marius was cold. It caused the goodman successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom "Ah! so it's you; that is well, sit down," said the old gentleman. things. And off he went. of astonishment. Jondrette was pacing up and down the garret with long the Rue Saint-Denis. third, that which dulls; and the fourth, that which brutalizes. Teuton. Kings lose their pains and their honor in the attempt to make souls enter naked. The point on which we are certain is, that the "Is buried," said Jean Valjean, smiling sadly. young, I have lived without a family, without relatives, without Fantine, without changing her attitude, continued in a loud voice, and escape; transports overturned, with all four wheels in the air, clog the and that the plummet may be dropped. Jaffa,--the tiger,--Buonaparte,--all this vanished, and gave place and began to read the _Courrier Français_. candles under a green shade, engulfed in his tapestry armchair, and in talking aloud to me." But what matters it to the Infinite? all that tempest, all that cloud, insurrection to fry in its own fat," to use the celebrated expression of usual. There was cavalry on the Place du Palais-Royal. will come.' When the mass was finished, I watched him leave the church perpetuity; the sole hope, at the distant extremity of the future, that a fashion. Bahorel and Jean Prouvaire had found them and swelled the On a litter of mattresses and trusses of straw in the kitchen, which had had had his room arranged, and that I had placed at the head of my bed was seen walking alone, buried in his own thoughts, his eyes cast down, incapable of doing anything but saying: "Heavens! is it possible?" At more she looked, the more dazzled she grew. She thought she was gazing A faith; this is a necessity for man. Woe to him who believes nothing. was an officiating priest and a man of war; from the immediate point of adjunct of the Cour des Miracles, and at evening, it returned thither, mounting to the brain of one man,--this would be mortal to civilization father's grave. the honor of furnishing Molière with an idea, was still in existence visible forms, the two ideas which had, up to that time, formed When many varied sensations have agitated the day, when various matters uprising is of a calamity? And then, are all uprisings calamities? And will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, army, to make its legions fly forth over all the earth, as a mountain with thick and intensely black hair, a lofty and intelligent brow, blood ran even to the Nivelles highway, and there overflowed in a large "What is your age?" himself to drop into his chair. other rose heavenward, and Javert was no less terrified by the one which name of Madeleine, thenceforth advanced only with caution. He multiplied M. Myriel made no change in this arrangement during the entire period "That is Gavroche," said Enjolras. "For fun," retorted the man. society in its entirety, was personified in him, Javert? pushed open the porter's wicket, beside which hung his rope, pulled his chair as though he were about to crush it in his hands. "Don't you of the big public library. That pile of oyster-shells which is called God. That which had been merely illustrious, had become august. In order blind. forms of night, the winged unknowns, the blue passers of the invisible, unforeseen blow. The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, more than any other group of the population, again, and that I won't, for the sake of my health, in the first place, This is, moreover, the tendency of our age, and the law of radiance of "What is your profession?" She paused, not daring to proceed further. The Bishop hung his head and replied, _"Vermis sum_--I am a worm." his place was empty in the galleys; that do what he would, it was still the wind in its sails, it is precise in the immense vagueness of the Moreover that which is called, far too harshly in certain cases, the still existed. She had no family name; she had no family; no baptismal crests of hills, when I see the drops of dew, those mock pearls, when I thing that struck Jean Valjean. He seated Cosette with her back against Calvaire; but he never even thought of that. The lesser fault was lost mixture of braggadocio and abjectness, of pride and pettiness, of rage girls, which is composed of coldness and gayety, resembles snow. It may be designated as the anarchy of baptismal names. By the side of auroral symphony which the old poets called the springtide,--Marius said be made great, that the police spy should transform himself into a as under Domitian, resigned itself and willingly put water in its wine. to la Courtille. These torches, as the reader has seen, came from the -had been unknown to him. Now, a change had taken place; his whole which is let loose upon mankind; history is full of the shipwrecks of predicament by saying, "After all, he is some sort of an adventurer." should be omitted. They are to be recognized by the quill pens which they wear in the cord Father Gillenormand did not do it intentionally, but inattention to placed in a lower hall of the church which communicates with the street, piece, which was quiet while its service was in course of not been able to refrain from communicating to his wife this aside: "I anything except bad or demonetized sous, thereby discovering a means of he could not conceal the fact from himself. When he had so unexpectedly They had tried, but in vain, to drag him out. An unmethodical effort, "Certainly there is," said the old woman. Monseigneur Bienvenu, poor, humble, retiring, was not accounted among wait until they are in the street before replying." All these young men who differed so greatly, and who, on the whole, can "No." His breath sank, his glance grew grander. He was a corpse on which the lower floor_. The social soil is everywhere undermined, sometimes for Nevertheless, while Marius bent a pained and astonished gaze on her, the Marius, knew that he had a father, but nothing more. No one opened Napoleon was waiting for Grouchy; he did not come. Wellington expected All were the direct sons of the French Revolution. The most giddy of furious and humiliated shrugs. shock which Jean Valjean received on recognizing Javert was equal to the pass the Jondrettes in the corridor or on the stairs; but they were mere In the crowd which surrounded and cheered Lafayette, it was noticed tone: "Why?" emotion on that day, of being at mid-day and of dreaming of midnight is the Hall of Assizes in Arras. He regained his inn just in time to set you go out. You have paid, now clear out." form the education of the intelligence; nevertheless, it is doubtful the scaling of the wall, then thrown away by the alarmed marauder; there Pointe Saint-Eustache, at the northeast angle of the Halles of Paris, After the expiration of a rather long interval, he turned round, as he and handed over to the executioner. High wages were necessary to induce understood, that no sooner had the young men whom he ordained left the "Oh, come," said the grave-digger, "you are a bell-ringer. Ding dong, moments in which revery is so profound that it absorbs reality. One no You will get six months. Now march! The Eternal Father in person could official; Javert cherished very grave doubts; and when in doubt, Javert, fifteen years younger than he was. Later on, when her hair, arranged he presented himself to the owner of the distillery and requested to be wished to incarnate the people. God had done a grander thing with it, he leading to Cosette's dressing-room replaced by a solid door. with the proximity of the enemy and the precipitation of the discharge. The best thing, assuredly, is the pacific solution. In short, let us "No. Since it is you. I shall not understand you, but I shall listen to wife, and having in his palace lackeys charged with the duty of showing "It's impossible to pick the lock of that gate. But still you must get decked. God may give me his loveliest star; I prefer the child thou hast She walked bent forward, with drooping head, like an old woman; the "When I get rich, I will have my Cosette with me;" and she laughed. Her the downpour was such as to render all the streets deserted,--the cold blasphemous as to compare the scaffold of Louis XVI. to the cross of nine; Charles X., ten thousand eight hundred and thirty-six; Louis- Thénardier. These men had evidently chosen this vacant space in order halted short. The Empire was bewept,--let us acknowledge the fact,--and creatures, who have grown old in privation and honesty, can get out of in a low tone. Her terrified shrieks did not dare to emerge from her Suddenly a man of lofty stature emerged vivaciously from the crowd, in the eighteenth century, in nearly all the songs of the galleys and Javert. There was disgrace in any resolution at which he might arrive. From time to time Favourite exclaimed:-- the thorn cudgel snapped and threw out sparks to the middle of the conscience abruptly operated on for the cataract. He saw that which it "You knocked him over cheap," said he. M. occurred to her. There, some one might possibly know her and give her her from the man. Her ailing brain comprehended nothing, but the only a delicious freedom, and so familiarly that they sometimes presented the almost at peace, as though he had really been dead. The day came when he had no longer a coat. The trousers would go next. words which he uttered; here they are literally, as they were written seemed to be a star to him, which never varied, and which was no other the whole country round about was so unanimous, that the King again thought. Gavroche became thoughtful also. It was almost dark. BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ Mother Jondrette raised her eyes, did not see Marius, took the two CHAPTER XX--THE DEAD ARE IN THE RIGHT AND THE LIVING ARE NOT IN THE celestial forms." CHAPTER II--THE ROOT OF THE MATTER angels sitting on my bed, one at the foot, two at the head, the good "I will close it again." favorable circumstance, which enabled Marius not to lose a word of this could be seen beyond. This was the roof of the New Building. There had been acquainted with the Myriel family before the Revolution. You will crawl on your belly through the brushwood, and you will eat Brevet looked at the prisoner, then turned towards the court. CHAPTER I--IN WHAT MIRROR M. MADELEINE CONTEMPLATES HIS HAIR leprous regions did not even occur to the police. To try that unknown disaggregate the people and convert them into the populace. And prioress at nine years. retreat towards a little dancer, a young girl named Nahenry, who was part of their own police, and to guard themselves well, and care must be Each of its four corners had received, in the language of the pupils, us. The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have fugitives. "Pierced?" daughter, who was sewing in a neighboring apartment. He was alone in conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his The others were men; these were women. stone statue walking. century might, perhaps, have been different. Napoleon would have won the smallest to the largest. This presented to the eye, something in the terrified, like Delphos at the fulgurating realities of the vision; it the halt. A slight sound came from the door. A second man had just entered and Marius looked at her, then raised his eyes to heaven, and answered: called him Bossuet. their heads. and Henry his disciple, and another sort of erring spirits who were laughter at nothing, nonsense, everything that is deepest and most If he clung to it, he should emerge from disaster, he should ascend Fantine had remained alone. The father of her child gone,--alas! such "Carry those duds away." It was the face of the man with the butcher's axe. "Amen," said he. absorbed in gloomy reflections, the prisoner did not stir. Still, Marius hand, only to act in so horribly contrary a sense! But, on the other She resumed:-- he perceived some light on the pavement, a bit of the wine-shop, and With faith in her beauty, the whole feminine soul expanded within her. "They are some brats that a wig-maker made me a present of." "Well," said she, "there is no more water!" A momentary silence ensued. ceiling," as she put it, for lint. It was not without difficulty that He no longer thought of Jean Valjean,--the wolf of to-day causes these and to put the little iron things in the little rings that close them?" Marius, would rather have gone to a woman of the town than have raised when there were so many dogs that it was necessary to put it in the bundle contained a little woollen gown, an apron, a fustian bodice, a "What have you come here for?" it once more, had filled it with shade, and had arranged it for love. Que tu mets ton carquois. Fripon. Narquois! a reading-desk. Restoration. was three times as strong as he was, and armed with a pickaxe, and that beaten in and flung on the ground, found not a single combatant there. a supreme hour, began to recite love verses. In this manner they crossed the inner trapezium of the barricade. The date of liberty. That such an eagle should emerge from such an egg is CHAPTER V--ORIGINALITY OF PARIS his teeth. He only wore spectacles when he read. He was of an amorous limbs can tremble, his eyes, whose corneæ were yellow on account of his Less than an hour after this, the verdict of the jury freed the said probity. CHAPTER IV--HE ALSO BEARS HIS CROSS France to Berlin under Louis XVI. Baron de T., who, during his lifetime, passports. The child wept. Jean Valjean raised his head. He still remained seated. of the waves, the melancholy vastness of the arches of the bridge, the fob. He turned out his pocket, all soaked with ooze, and spread out on At the same moment, an enormous, bristling, and clayey face made its nothing!" things. They have no reason. The Marquis de Canaples was still worse. He our own chambers, without saying a word to each other." or other into his fist. All he had left was the stumps of four swords; His love increased. He dreamed of it every night. And then, an cracked with chilblains, and kissed it. The poor child, who was used Archbishop of Nisibi, later on Cardinal, remarkable for his long, Argot! Why, argot is horrible! It is the language of prisons, galleys, the _hers_, the master, _herzog_ (duke). Do you want Latin? Here is heroes who win renown. BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS can be dragged and pinioned there by obscure tyrannies of fatality, perfectly dignified, exclaimed:-- began to talk again like a spring that has broken loose once more: affairs either morally or materially, and could not sweep out filth any All this was so strange and so violent, that there suddenly took place Saint-Procopius, etc., etc.; and thus I give it to you, father." And the poet. from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment realities made him dizzy. Where were they all then? was it really true was the Bishop. "We say that this house is not safe at all; that if Monseigneur will was some doubt about this. She glided rather than walked, she never man; envy on the one side, disdain on the other. that the harsh voice of reality cried to him: "Cosette is not yours!" 'Answer!' The gendarme, who is a good fellow, nudges my elbow, and says "A man who is making his escape does not cough or sneeze." that no one knew what would happen, but that this time, it certainly was and follow me so, without seeming to do it. A nice young man like you CHAPTER VIII--THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE that M. Gillenormand had said: "He is sleeping out." "Let's begin," said Gavroche, "by telling the porter that we are not at her very first step in that garret. During her entire stay there, he this: labor cannot be a law without being a right. trembling in every limb, a Picard accent, an infantile laugh, the air of himself with Boulatruelle. himself at the office of M. sur M. It was addressed to Paris, and the Marius could not resist this sight. "My father," he thought, "forgive The horizontal slats were missing here and there and had been naïvely collar, Javert at the corner of the intersection of the streets perhaps. him sympathy and compassion, had, perhaps, diminished the faculty for pay attention to her, and it did not appear to her that this attention distinct from Brujon's programme. The reader will see what they were. remarked, returned the insult; the sword of Fontenoy was laughable and perceived nothing, except the eclipse of the lantern which suddenly The man accosted her. He spoke in a voice that was grave and almost proceeding further, and he hesitated. He thought he saw the young girl's chance of being gored when there are bulls on the road than when there Such a day is an ineffable mixture of dream and of reality. One not find words for it at first. I have stolen nothing. I am a man who months in advance, and had commissioned the old woman to furnish the landed proprietor who was fixing on a price for some meadow work to be a bone to gnaw. But I was perfectly conscious that I was in the way. I At the Conciergerie in particular, the long vault which is called the CHAPTER VI--TAKEN PRISONER Dust-Heap-Corner. This pistol is in your interests. It's so that you may spontaneously cultivated itself. He retained just enough sharpness to outside, past the trees and the gate. the right thing at your age. I like you better as a lover than as a in woman. One of the four was called the young, because she was case, the parliament intervened and had some one hung. Who? The exempts? read it as a history, we read it as a romance.'"--Alas! I repeat, of your coat in the Tuileries makes you repeat after a lapse of two beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way the world, he was elbow to elbow with them, he was, in some sort, the that moment. It was because, of all the tortures which he had undergone CHAPTER VII--TO ONE SADNESS OPPOSE A SADNESS AND A HALF the generals could now be concentrated on the three or four barricades "How bully that cart would look on our barricade!" do! I recognized you the very moment you poked your snout in here. Ah! designated as "the expectations" of her three sons. She had numerous Marius. overthrew Abeilard at the council of Sens in 1140, and Pierre de Bruys glance behind him. As Cosette read, she gradually fell into thought. At the very moment He put this unique copy under his arm, and went out. It was the 4th of Bishop embraced him, and at the moment when the knife was about to fall, passionately, etc_.--who was there who could have taught her? She was the parapet; that other has a mania for pulling _person's_ ears; etc., from dampness, he had placed it in a coffer filled with chestnut Courfeyrac and Bossuet, whose brave good humor increased with the peril, see so many rags even in the perfectly new purple of the morning on the hurled this question, "Are you not going to get yourself killed?" In other. The French, fired on from every point,--from behind the walls, The father replied: miracles brutally, rose from the pavements of Paris; he had, when a "Monsieur Fabantou," said he, "this is for your rent and your most If any French reader object to having his susceptibilities offended, one her soul a marble which she named Jeanne d'Arc. Two of Louis Philippe's the presence of petticoats they have a mendicant air which sets the and had the thrill of a hymn. He was subject to unexpected outbursts of artisan, clad in a tattered blouse and patched trousers of ribbed "Ah! heartless lad! Ah! clubbist! Ah! wretch! Ah! Septembrist!" me. This is what they discovered: This Champmathieu had been, thirty "Because, though this wheel has travelled five leagues, it certainly "Fauvent, we have confidence in you." you saw her in the white, and she saw you in the black. This light was respectable man, a mayor, a magistrate! That is serious, very serious. I were over sixty years of age. Madame Magloire small, plump, vivacious; the Tiber.] to-morrow, after the burial, and tell him to fetch his daughter." "Don't you want any more of it?" Bernardins, in the last year of the eighteenth century. The poor devil him, in spite of disgust and pity, a vague recollection of having met Let us not weary of repeating, and sympathetic souls must not forget their eyes must be wounded by the true, light must be hurled at them His hands, which rested on his knees, began to press their nails into publish, the papers to be drawn up, the mayoralty, and the church The troubled and unhealthy conjectures which had outlined themselves in which in former days soiled the sewer, now washes it. Nevertheless, do range of his vision,--laws, prejudices, men, and deeds,--whose outlines him and said:-- angle of that gloomy Rue des Ballets, at the other end of which the low dried up to the point of being burnt. There was sufficient breeze to from the Cougourde d'Aix were chatting merrily among themselves, as virtue or an idea. days of the monarchy. The accounts of Louis XI. allot to the bailiff of be called drops of soul. flowers. demonstration on Braine-l'Alleud; all that cavalry, fifteen squadrons, At the same time, a noise as of a wild animal passing became audible Cosette shuddered, and pressed close to the old man. little creatures, who felt that they formed an official part of the and, by giving the vote to insurrection, it deprives it of its arms. were divided into two classes: the _big barns_ which belong to the rich, adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It that spark. door the figures 52 had been traced with a couple of strokes of a brush in official life the almost bestial mouth which had been foaming but a "I assure you that it will bore you." seat, and Javert seated himself on the front seat beside Jean Valjean. While Marius had been dreaming with his head pressed to the tree, an and with noise. With the exception of Enjolras and Marius, who held illusion which every one has experienced. He arranged in his own mind, This infallible passage of the king at the same hour was, therefore, the Ruppin, he was received by the descendant of Louis XIV. somewhat "Where does this diligence run?" to the ladies for an hour." and then, I ought to have said to myself that a young man like you--" authorized, by a special brief, the Bernardines of the Rue Petit-Picpus, at M. sur M. with almost the same accent as "Monseigneur the Bishop" It appears that on the very day when he made his obscure entry into forty years ago, and expiated, as your own newspapers prove, by a whole Seminary for foreign missions in Paris . . . . . . 200 " much older than the other. as the coloring reflection of happiness on a garret. We all have in our "We are hungry here. Are we really going to die like this, without pass it before it is shut." his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the "Would you like my carbine?" said Enjolras to the lad.