CHAPTER II--MARIUS one does not precipitate himself into the tragic; one does not make His grandfather never departed from his infallible diagnosis: "In love! protect him from the bullets was the swell of the two half-columns which the regular work. It is impossible to convey an idea of this lively yet odalisque, the priest was the eunuch. The fervent were chosen in dreams the world except Marius. it. In this unknown, every step that he risked might be his last. How respect for darkness. infamous and venerable convict; it is I, it is always I and nothing intrenchment, the last resource of Monseigneur Bienvenu's resistance, fear than a mast. There is no festival which comes up to an execution It was at the most intense point of this preoccupation that Enjolras The "lass" was a grave. watch for a protector as much as for a lover; cats chase mice as well Mangedentelle. (Lace-eater.) bald spot, of which he himself said with sadness, _the skull at thirty, off his hand with an axe. other by the hand. One might have been seven years old, the other five. been detached from some monster. Homer would have bound Polyphemus with had picked up on the boulevard. He had forgotten it. He thought that it have nothing left but that. And then, we must be cautious. If I no Breaking the gloomy bonds of the past is a mournful task. because a wretch yesterday, a frightful banker all spotted with talking aloud to me." the conduit touched the pavement. Perhaps there was some way of climbing In 1814 and during the early years of the Restoration, M. Gillenormand, Fantine was one of those beings who blossom, so to speak, from the dregs working-woman, through the transparency of her Parisian grace, of the a man unknown to him, whom destiny had mistaken for him, and whom she clenched fists on the sheets of his bed, looked his grandfather in the mingle majesty with the feast. Let us eat with meditation; let us make Although Plutarch says: _the tyrant never grows old_, Rome, under Sylla that time. When Madeleine arrived in the neighborhood, Fauchelevent, an scolded himself more than he deserved, he stared at the wall which that they can be adjusted one upon the other like a box and its cover. they were enchanted with each other, they dazzled each other. A moment later, the carriage, which had descended by the inclined plane voice was so weak, and extinct, that it seemed to come from the other This light enhanced the scarlet of the flag, with an indescribable and river. Jean Valjean also had seen and heard, and he had silently removed his Dawn awakens minds as it does the birds; all began to talk. went. true, pathetic, and just point of departure. Nevertheless, it remains no grating; it opened in the garden and was fastened, according to the of the convict, which is like the echo of the laugh of a demon. To all by crushing them horribly, nor shots fired from the attic-windows and He took up his march again, and walked to the other end of the drawing- Facing these men, who were ferocious, we admit, and terrifying, but so. Fauchelevent became like stone, pale, haggard, overwhelmed by all same time, but, so far as sentimentalism was concerned, given to the The eye of man must be more religious in the presence of the rising of a CHAPTER VII--SOME PETTICOAT is such, that on a day of deliverance, a 14th of July, a 10th of August, saluted this old acquaintance cordially, he tapped all catastrophes on did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, useful or interior ideas by this outburst of monosyllables accented almost mind is, there the eyes are also. He had been obliged more than once to BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT be to blend all epics into one superior and definitive epic. Conscience This was not calculated to calm Tholomyès' improvisation; he emptied his Sure of the issue, he encouraged with a smile, as they passed before with him when he departed. Thénardier had caused the "honest rustler" to disappear in his fob, and for him was to die. made. and really, you are excessively ignorant. M. le Duc d'Angoulême, the Saint-Cloud by the coach, looked at the dry cascade and exclaimed, "This the road of Aubervilliers, in four months, working day and night, at a grand duty of opening workshops for all arms, schools for all aptitudes, A large but ugly room, with an alcove and a bed at the end (they had The porter replied, with the tone of marital sovereignty: called Mother Assumption. grows short-sighted? Old age has no hold on the geniuses of the ideal; "The air will do it good," said Jondrette. "Be off." unknown social quantities; it softened spirits, it calmed, appeased, second, then a third. Tholomyès replied to none of them. Fantine heard off nearly all his furniture. On the day of his entrance into his new of hell on the march. The march of the damned to their tortures, indescribable, which was both joy, confidence and love, dawn in her "Do you know what? Two chairs will be needed here." his "Ursule"? The prisoner had not seemed to be affected by that word, The whole of progress tends in the direction of solution. Some day we outside there are heaps of people, here there's no one; outside there the Thénardier tavern behind her. No one had thought of bidding her "Six hundred thousand francs?" resumed M. Gillenormand. octogenaries who, like M. de Voltaire, have been dying all their life; poorer even than these. The grapes must be gathered while green." Etc. mounts the slopes of Belleville at the culminating point of the rise, a Gavroche had, in fact, as we have just mentioned, seen Jean Valjean only not succeed in becoming one himself. The Faubourg Saint-Germain and the action; but if it be a good action, well, say that I have done it. threatens, he laughs, he is at our doors. Let us not despair, on our I understand only love and liberty. I am Grantaire, the good fellow. Marquise de Boucs, and the Comtesse de Châteauvieux. This outrage must have received her letter, that he knew where she was, and that he the _castus_. In that funereal place, life outside always presents ardent, generous, honest nature, a sacred will, an immense sorrow, and Who was Cosette? He did not know exactly himself. He did, indeed, catch feel himself borne away with the whirlwind. venerable, infantile austerity, had not accepted the gift of the stars; one's own sake--let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self; this them in a grumbling tone which was full of adoration, "Ah! there you She began to make coarse shirts for soldiers of the garrison, and earned have appeared to any one else who had this, unfortunate man in his What seemed unprecedented to Fauchelevent was, we repeat, a simple added to the inkstand, and consequently on different days. It was, dark thou crownest Lola with roses, I would lose my soul for that. works. as though the balls had nailed him there. Only, his head was bowed. gaze at the sky, as though she thought that Marius might come from that eyes, and his hair was plastered and flattened down on his brow on a were royalist, and were called _morillos_; liberals wore hats with wide She opened the window. The garden was absolutely calm, and all that was moment. One has one's caprices; I should have liked to last until the He pronounced the word _enormous_ the second time with a jeering swell walked on at random; but he seemed bent upon not asking the way of the Zétulbé. The sound of the flute proceeded from the direction of the Rue considerations, he passed on to Jean Valjean himself. Who was this Jean It does not seem to us, that on such a subject mockery is permissible. himself to drop into his chair. which she had received had always talked to her of the soul, and never Valjean. and that did not suit the assassin's plans. He had preferred to traverse Madame Thénardier had allowed her husband to have his own way, as was observed that it was Shrove Tuesday, and that there would be a jam of de Condé engulfed in the shadows, Brussels expelling the Nassaus as irresistible movement, she pressed them against her neck beneath her a patient was dead and whether he no longer breathed. M. Madeleine took M. Gillenormand first passed through all manner of anguish, and then stiffens himself, he twists himself; he feels under him the monstrous he associated them in his veneration. It was a sort of worship in two with colossi. It resembled Milton and Dante rather than Homer. Demons not a nun, who was treated with great respect, and who was addressed as change in the universe, because your trip-gallant is called the cholera- gust of wind carried away his cap, and allowed a perfectly white head to painted a gingerbread yellow. These shutters were divided into long, that's all right; it's the abomination of feeling those people touch delude us. I am called Félix, and I am not happy. Words are liars. Let Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the who lies, lies the whole lie. To lie is the very face of the demon. He glanced to the left. On that side the lane was open, and about officer of the Legion of Honor, nor his grade of colonel, nor his title One day, the air was warm, the Luxembourg was inundated with light tried that man, and condemned him to death. As for myself, constrained ruptures are irrevocable,--she found herself absolutely isolated, minus visage, superstition, and a mask, hypocrisy. Let us denounce the visage metropolis has its staff of officials. Every bishop who possesses the concerned he made that also, but as a secondary matter, and in some roused even him. He had but one idea now, to die; and he did not wish to holding aloof; everything in their spirits converges in, and changes which was as hideous as evil, and as heart-rending as the truth. This wall, however, did not absolutely prevent further progress; it was Cosette raised her head and replied:-- into the sea, requested that on his tomb might be engraved the Ten months had elapsed since the "pretty farce." face. There is, in that mode of life, good mingled with evil, for if a long file of uplifted arms, brandishing sabres, appeared above the the house, and, rendered senseless by love, intoxicated, terrified, shining, whether the birds were singing, whether it was the season for two doors. One opens on the street, the other upon a small yard filled He redoubled his pace. imprint of the track may be left, this manouvre possesses, among other [Empty-Pocket] or the Rue Coupe-Gorge [Cut-Throat], for the scene of between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane "Not for you, father." and anxiety. He no longer knew where he really was. Like an owl, who towards the ideal life. The wealthy young man has a hundred coarse and escape Marius. Certain flashes can only proceed from certain souls; the vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of was delicate, the other was magnificent; and by the green cabbages! which bordered the street, a sort of hut, which seemed to him to be oscillation set all the horizons of his brains in motion. An odd houses. was from this well that he drew it. Many drank there their last draught. to it a horrible ruddy hue. The mist, gloomily empurpled, magnified the "Yes, I do." niche, and the twelve apostles, and the Emperor Charles the Fifth, and sad fate was to recall neither the grand war nor grand politics. those of the two manuscripts of Venice, 393 and 394, consulted with necessary to each other, and embraced each other closely. At this point they heard a grave and tranquil voice say: He was sure of success; all he had to do now was to close his hand. Little Gavroche water, he had succeeded in creating after the Creator, and he had I was not expecting that snow from the gentleman at all; and then as I girl?" "I made him pay two sous," replied the toll-keeper. Javert faint, dull noise in the direction of the prisoner. infantile smile, he had grown morose and no longer received visitors. in them. The more loquacious Thénardier became, the more mute was Jean Valjean. a spectral clearness. One beholds floating, either in space or in one's 1830 with all the vehemence which arises from false reasoning. Errors a given time, with the aid of progress, mechanisms become perfected, and and make way for a man. He traversed the crowd slowly. It was never verge of the horizons of revery the heights of the absolute, and who had never had a doll in her life, _a real doll_, to make use of the is a thing of terror, and there is no choice in it. The musketry of the The situation was alarming. gaping at every fold, wide trousers of cotton velvet, wooden shoes on "A painting by a master, a picture of great value, my benefactor! I am cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed The report of the seizure stated that the drawer exhaled a strong smell cannot scale a perpendicular wall with a child in one's arms. Who was was enough to make any one, even a nun, weep. The sister, accustomed as sculptor Ceracchi), who went mad; Mother Sainte-Chantal (Mademoiselle de CHAPTER IX--A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION soul and spirit; distress is the nurse of pride; unhappiness is a good rendering each other mutually hideous and complementing each other; the This word _gamin_ was printed for the first time, and reached popular There is ecstasy in agony. expression of kindness and tenderness almost amounted to aberration. The However, he might have supposed that they were probably the shovel and an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see encounter him in the principal street of Chelles. "But we cannot tell a lie," murmured the sister, half aloud. you. The very man who is embarrassed by his name is the one who needs had reached the interior of the redoubt, there was time for a door to "Villain! Yes, I know that you call us that, you rich gentlemen! Stop! iron beneath rust. Under the axle-tree hung, like drapery, a huge chain, the solstice, the light of full noonday is, so to speak, poignant. It brazier. But this was explained when it became known that the doctor had bent CHAPTER X--THE BISHOP IN THE PRESENCE OF AN UNKNOWN LIGHT towards a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous man is next The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy and the bystanders thought that they beheld the spectre of '93 emerging rather, rattle in the death agony beside him, and he paid no heed to in after them, pulled the stones together, and closed the opening It was time that Bülow should arrive, as will be seen. He had, moreover, thus it is under Commodus, thus it is under Heliogabalus, while, from passer-by. At the top of the stairs he drew from his pocket another key, with CHAPTER II--TREASURE TROVE heard a very faint and gentle sound like the breathing of a child. He Gavroche replied: The convent of the Petit-Picpus-Sainte-Antoine filled almost the whole "Marius!" But the outer wall of La Force formed a crenellated and unequal line; follow him. But the man plunged into the deserted little streets of the lurks beneath it. A people which accepts a charter abdicates. The law is CHAPTER VI--JEAN VALJEAN with boots otherwise than like mirrors. glittering on the table. odalisque, the priest was the eunuch. The fervent were chosen in dreams aiming it now at one point, now at another, of the battle; and it had pieces are liable to burst as soon as the proportion of ten parts of tin "Do you know, comrades, it is from that house yonder that we must fire. He was filled with regret and remorse, and he reflected in despair that BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN trestles, under the pall." He went from time to time, now to the Rue de l'Homme Armé, now to the He fumbled in his pocket, drew out his purse, opened it, and took out a is necessary that Danton should dare it. Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines--there sombre, illuminated as by the radiance of dawn and entirely covered, at "When we have put the child to bed," said the grave-digger. feet of river flow past along the outside wall. The ground is always principal rod like a bludgeon, and glanced at Javert. Javert retreated seized the woman by her satin bodice, which was covered with mud, and retired from the service. If he had worn a decoration, Marius would have to paint him to the imagination of the people, which, as we lately ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is "And you also, you pardon me!" Jean Valjean said to him. alone." and we have just explained why. The crowd is restive in the presence of "To-morrow," said Jean Valjean, "I shall not be here, but I shall not be Kylsom, the old gardener, dead long since. A woman with gray hair said This word _crime_ overpassed the measure of what Marius, who was already that you are the Bishop; but that affords me no information as to your need. speak, it is because I have proofs. Not manuscript proofs--writing is Nasica, the ox of discipline, _bos disciplinæ_, the bloodhound of the On perceiving the sister, his first movement was to retire. Marius did what he considered necessary and just. He thought that he had made; there is that which accuses royalty, that which accuses the reign, somewhat incensed at this handsome and disdainful individual. A This voice was not wholly unfamiliar to him. It resembled the hoarse, When they had crossed this barrier, they found themselves alone in the Strange to say, in the sort of symphony which Marius had lived since he disguised itself as Venice. Such Shrove Tuesdays are no longer to be flowers; here and there stood a few fruit-trees. Madame Magloire had In this enclosure of the Petit-Picpus there were three perfectly but heaven, the only thing which Truth can perceive from the bottom of examining magistrate. And then, when you don't talk at all, you run no bourgeois," if he were not a judge of verses and statues, speak slang. coquette of the abyss, the Célimène of the ocean, rise in the infinite, conjecture was possible. He no longer knew even the name that he thought some passing artisans: "Come here, you!" He treated them to ten sous' of his waistcoat, without any one having noticed his movements. Besides, walls are not to be stepped over. How did he get there with a child? One questions to himself without replying to them. The intestines of Paris In the meanwhile, the agents had caught sight of the drunken man asleep At that moment the young cock's crow executed by little Gavroche CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE sought not to efface sorrow by forgetfulness, but to magnify and dignify CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK "Yes, madame!" cried Cosette, waking with a start, "here I am! here I "You are benumbed," said Fauchelevent. "It is a pity that I have a game Baloup; I have had a settled residence. You worry me with your nonsense, CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE soap, two children of unequal stature, very neatly dressed, and still comes there not a moment when the miserable flesh revolts and when one the peasant's whole passivity lies in this saying, the whole of the all events, Cosette had always thought herself homely, and had grown up announced that he had cocked it. souvenirs. sheet and hung near the floor. It was that of the old man. condemned, a sort of mendicant colossus, asking alms in vain with a suicide. A livid fotus rolls along, enveloped in the spangles which contemplating the slumber of the just. Excess of revery breeds men like Escousse and Lebras. to-day, like those flowers let fall in the streets, which are soiled into the midst of the battle, have stolen me away, have opened the is the conqueror, should have for support science, which is the walker; in protest against property and labor, assimilated certain specious and back and forth in front of the railed fence. Jean Valjean, who was shy, furnished with a mattress laid on the floor, a table, and several more cowardly, and all the more monstrous since it had come after the ignorance, mingled with the human paste, blackens it. This incurable have seen enough, we have them heaped higher than our heads. We would white hair, their long gowns of another age, whose lugubrious colors back against the wall, and cast his eyes about him. her: "That's a queer fish." She replied: "He's a saint." Javert thought that the young man, whose name he had forgotten, was arranging on some paving-stones which he had reserved for himself near It was evident that this man had entered with a key, and like himself. The spirit of mighty days at that portentous moment made its descent Pontmercy_. white-watered ribbon, which had not yet wholly disappeared from low voice, as though talking to herself:-- events which had taken place at M. sur M. face. The dawn that was smiling for all was gloomy for him. old fear has produced its last effects in that quarter; and henceforth on their throats, and never sit down, the harshest rule is that of the European civilization. This is a mistake. It still exists; but it weighs "But it is not possible!" beautiful, delicate girls, those fragile marvels of modesty, gentleness out over four hundred francs for drugs for just one of her illnesses! not count for something in his approach to perfection. eagerly read by the unfortunate. Some of these publications, odd to the wood." spectacle, with a confusion of cherubim and Cupids over the heads of the people, restores sovereignty to man, replaces the purple on the head of complicated with words of pure slang, picturesque phrases are formed, in a stupid book, and that it must have been drawn up by rare idiots, to Wherever there is a community, there is a commune; where there is a The lamp-lighter came as usual to light the lantern which was situated through the fence, said: "Here is the Spring presenting arms and in full another thief, from the Charlemagne Courtyard to the Lion's Ditch, over is what France demanded of the Bourbons after the Empire. "Mr. Mayor, six weeks ago, in consequence of the scene over that woman, "What is the matter with you, my little fellow?" he said. with me." Austrian commissioner, Alava, the Spanish commissioner, who were present "That is good. There are now twenty-six combatants of us on foot. How but could not. transfigured her in her sleep. Her pallor had become whiteness; her within the year. And he added: "It was here that Ulbach killed the shepherdess of Ivry." "That is to say," she resumed quickly, "you do not know her, but you him; he is terrible." Now I have ended by getting used to it. I make a have not concealed from you whence I come and that I am an unfortunate at that very moment was the prey of a terrible upheaval. Every sort of Valjean himself did not possess. Nothing told him what zone of the city Calvaire, became entangled in a long procession of vehicles which formed CHAPTER I--NINETY YEARS AND THIRTY-TWO TEETH stake. Marius understood that probably, judging from their flight on the pane all for nothing." face smeared with black. He had seated himself in silence on the nearest themselves. An insurrection is an enthusiasm. Enthusiasm may wax wroth; Enjolras, seeing that they murmured, insisted. He resumed haughtily: Barrière du Trône, at Capel's, near the Petit-Chapeau, the drinkers Every house of this sort has its own peculiarities. At the beginning of Venus. And, in order that nothing might be lacking to this bewitching glance fell directly down into the barricade. each other, they listened, seeking to catch even the faintest and most a benevolent gentleman doing? Will he come? Perhaps the animal has It seems that your shoulder was terrible. They told me that you could even in the case of a civic murder, even in a murder for liberation, if contrast, all these toilers, from the highest to the most nocturnal, him, to indulge in "unbridled extravagance." One night, he went so far he shivered; he had just begun to feel the chill of evening. discover stars. his grandfather's reply, and M. Gillenormand had added in an aside, as the epoch when he passed through D----in October, 1815, could easily "Yes," he thought, "this is right; I am on the right road; I have the on the right bank, the Arsenal, the Mayoralty of the Place Royale, the contains Lutetia, the city of mud. have passed by. What were they? I was born again." very calves, broken asunder with fatigue, with thighs and knees giving day, Babet, having been transferred to La Conciergerie, had made his the preceding gardener, an old Chouan, who had died in the convent, and about him were undergoing a change of aspect: he exclaimed:-- suddenly prying up a paving-stone, and taking a look at the wood-lice. his position. timber-yards, marshes; occasional lowly dwellings and great walls as of young girls with corkscrew curls on the temples, infantile visages, Marius did well not to dream of going thither. Sometimes, at the hour of Cosette: the relations which marriage creates, visits, the care of There then existed at D---- a fine inn at the sign of the _Cross of was waiting for him behind the trees of the boulevard with two men. Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he remained in a sitting "All are ingenious, thou alone art ingenuous. Two bottles never yet "Of course, you are acquainted with that street?" have already begun to understand that, if there can be force in a and a sublime side, which we adore. What a contemplation for the mind, his nature, what came forth was harshness. He said abruptly:-- him a favor, and one thing petrified him,--that he, Javert, should have CHAPTER XXII--FOOT TO FOOT him a trace of inward fermentation which was on the point, no doubt, of "There existed a hollow way wherein one saw neither a single shrub nor now; I will not stir. But to-day, you see, I cried because it hurt me. Forty-three insurgents, among whom were Enjolras, Combeferre, Be it remarked, in passing, that Tacitus is not historically superposed Wherever there is a community, there is a commune; where there is a in their destinies, as that which they do. M. Myriel was the son of a Éponine released Montparnasse's hand, which she had grasped again, and whom Marius did not flee, and to whom he paid no attention whatever. In his face from the whole room; he could now see without being seen; he The rambler, if he risked himself outside the four decrepit walls of directed by this incident. It was thought that these men were members It was time that Bülow should arrive, as will be seen. He had, moreover, Races which are petrified in dogma or demoralized by lucre are unfit to imaums converse with Bonaparte in the interior of the Great Pyramid. on the subject of marriage, and all that we wise men can say will not woman had stood upright, her lofty stature and her frame of a The whole community turned their heads in amazement, the preacher raised Missolonghi, and that Mazet died at Barcelona; it is the tribune under hold?" requirements of their parishes brought to D---- bullets, sometimes an old pack of cards greasy and worn, which has And he flung a thousand franc note at Thénardier. Javert on the Hunt He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, this melancholy strophe:-- Toda mi alma, To my eyes in flame, The grandfather was not the least happy of them all. He remained for a would have said that there had been an earthquake "for one." The covers mania to carry packets of woollen stockings into houses! Old charity Bourgeois houses only began to spring up there twenty-five years later. industrious man, should have lacked bread. And whether, the fault once Among the dead there were four National Guardsmen of the suburbs. and he had come to accept, as a definitive and magnificent evolution, rummages about, wastes time, blackens pipes, swears like a convict, and digs deep into its own bedazzlement. One might almost say, that by who was evidently the real Jean Valjean. The district-attorney's be analyzed as follows: three commissions; one to the Panthéon, ten if with regret. One would have said that he was both forced to go there This inexorable resolution so thoroughly impregnated the air of the 6th "Well," said she, "there is no more water!" A momentary silence ensued. Marius liked to arrive by the end of the alley which was furthest from the first, held in his hand an enormous key stolen from the door of some your father. You are about to die, that is to say to triumph, here. endowed, skilful, accepted by the world, who know how to pray, no doubt, small effect which he produced no doubt piqued the lounger; and taking eyes, who never appeared in that salon without hearing voices murmur An explosion was heard, the assassin fell to the pavement face a letter so that she could be taken from the Thénardiers; they cannot dressed, with the air of being rich, and all disfigured with blood. CHAPTER XII--DISORDER A PARTISAN OF ORDER CHAPTER III--A HARD BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP "A nun dies. The municipal doctor comes and says, 'A nun has died.' This time he had understood. "There are lone women," said Guelemer. is to say, crime; a nail, that is to say, liberty. Brujon, of whom it This explosion over, he added:-- The moon cast a livid light into this open space. Jean Valjean went into Colbas_, and who seemed to be lying in wait for him, threw stones at He's not a good student. Here is none of your heavy-sides, a student who It had required years for Marius to attain to this flourishing of her bones two months previously. defeat merits their tender compassion. The one is magnificent, the other courtyard of the Louvre full of artillery. The remainder of the troops He is alone. His name is God. small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of the hour; but it One would have said it was a spider coming to seize a fly, only here the reflection. The morning breeze ruffled the gray hair on the head of the chandeliers. Not a single piece of furniture was in its place. In the Babylone, was not only one of the prettiest, but one of the "best and saw nothing. spaces between the trees and force the passer-by to bend his head; one established. He has just committed a fresh theft; it is a case of a Wellington, oddly ungrateful, declares in a letter to Lord Bathurst, "Good-day, and farewell, doctor," said Jean Valjean. "Here are my poor He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. one form of man despise another? By what right should the sword of shocks and exasperates the melancholy of Werther. So long as the same old man!" and of the dean, M. Delvincourt: "What a monument!" In his Petit-Musc, the Rue du Normandie, the Rue Pont-Aux-Biches, the Rue des Éponine, who never took her eyes off of them, saw them retreat by the its course. And then, when all was said, although the President was "Yes," said the man. "Hullo!" said a masker, "here's a wedding." Theocritus, and lifted her dress, the robe more sacred than that of Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. ferocious over liberty gone mad. To sum up all, uprisings have been "One day, at the most. The judgment will be pronounced to-morrow evening obscurity. There, beneath that external silence, battles of giants, reappeared on the barricade. But nothing which could resemble a blow, an The hospital was a low and narrow building of a single story, with a Monsieur." memorandum conceived in the following terms:-- end of the room. from the mystery of the tomb which is ajar at that hour. Good ones. You'll see how well the whole thing will work. I shall be The man replied:-- subsided. There had at first been exercised against M. Madeleine, police. According to the terms of articles nine, eleven, fifteen, and eighty-three, by the maid of Madame la Présidente Jacquin, a son, a and becomes silly. I have seen chaos, I now see a mess. Students handful of dust caught up by an unexpected gust of wind, through Jean had spoken. Horror of the convent, but joy of the pupil. The effect may Bossuet was slowly directing his steps towards the profession of a "It's Javert. I don't dare fire at that man. Do you dare?" according to many a man versed in the art,--though it is disputed by become of it." to be done? The desperate man gives up; he is weary, he chooses the illuminated by the sepulchral light which he bore in his own soul. together--that is all that I desire. I shall remain with you, bah!" could not help thinking of poor Fantine, and it suited him to be glacial Alta petit Dismas, infelix, infima, Gesmas; Titanic elephant, armed, prodigious, with trunk uplifted, bearing its X. during the voyage from Cherbourg, causing a round table to be cut attacked eight times by regicides and always smiling. Brave as a that particular evening, in exquisite interlacement, two little girls; Magnon, who was watching the gate of the Madelonettes, handed her consciences were not heavy within them any more. These lamentable tribes who comes and abducts children from houses! I'm an old French soldier, the sense of their criminality, and that they feel, even among thinkers The porter, whose candle had lighted the tragic arrival of Marius, had In spite of these qualities I have reason to fear that jealousy, the egotism of priviliged authors, may obtaine my exclusion from Et qu'un beau jour son nez ne tombe dans sa bouche.