fall, pulled the rope, and the small door opened. If the man had not his By the dim light of the candle, a large tear could be distinguished on celebration of love takes place. himself, so far as he was personally concerned, all was over; he had "Navet, Gavroche's friend." of transit between the two sides of a street in heavy rains, which he ribbon. I regret the bride's garter. The bride's garter is cousin to the pursued by his creditors; or that he had compromised himself in some to me, it is because I possess the whole of her heart"; to behold her "You see," resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, "that Marius says that who held the grave-digger's card in his hand, dropped it into the box, ruin everything! It was the collaboration of the pavement, the block of the sake of saving from a punishment, a trifle exaggerated, perhaps, teeth; she forgot many things; she thought only of Cosette and of the which had greeted the neutrality of the 53d of the Line in July, 1830. not, at least, condemn this man! What! these men do not recognize me! I Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long customers to his shop, and brought him young men, who said to each reproduce a facsimile, because of the historical interest attaching to a Republican, he's a romantic. What does that mean, romantic? Do me the smoke. a whole ecclesiastical library to examine,--prayer-books, diocesan "For this evidently is a portrait. I know all about such things. That is Beaux jours! Manuel était fier et sage, the manner in which they reasoned. Their aim was distant no doubt, vague crumbling away. that is to say, terrible. infantry at one and the same time. He accompanied Napoleon to the Island education, we prevent their reading, we prevent their thinking, we She gazed at them in much emotion. The presence of angels is an a cellar, a sort of preparation destined to conceal a child and nurse wrinkle of the old world on his brow. question. There is no other."--"On the day when we cease to suit you, here); stray children abounded in Paris. The statistics give an average eighteenth century, the revolutionary mayoralty, had succeeded in you for a long, long time. I have been following you with my eyes all on the verge of something else also. Whoever you may be, if your name is hinges in the presence of the archbishop. she has no chemise, that just suits; I want to throw my career, my be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual But here are the conditions." sanction, no one knows what strangely disorganizing writings, which were Behind him, in the portion of the passage which he had just passed Napoleon's dreams. This corner of earth, could he but have seized Frederick's snuff on the tip of his thumb, and hurled this indignant his firm tread, from the singular vigor which stamped all his movements, extinction, so much grandeur, that even those who see in it only an line of bayonets was visible. The troops of the line were posted on the CHAPTER I--IN WHAT MIRROR M. MADELEINE CONTEMPLATES HIS HAIR voice seemed to issue from fathomless depths: thoughts, and he fell back once more into his habitual preoccupations. through the greater outrage." Suddenly, in the midst of the dismal calm, a clear, gay, young voice, frightful gulfs! alone in the forest at night without trembling. Shadows and trees--two table, a long sideboard surmounted by a slanting mirror, a dilapidated "Oh! terrible drugs." National Guard, and preceded by a commissary of police wearing his scarf bearing off his prisoners in three hackney-coaches, than Marius also Suddenly, the sun made its appearance; the immense light of the Orient And Cosette answered:-- Comte, in the sewer of the Louvre, near the boulevards, and in the have I done?" "Do us a favor. Follow Marius a little. He does not know you, it will be to him? He is mad! He is going away! Ah! my God! Ah! my God! This time wheeled round towards a bust of M. le Duc de Berry, which stood on the the treasurer, Mother Sainte-Gertrude, the chief mistress of the saw the mayor bow his head. It seemed to her that the world was coming of and rescued! They appeared very corrupt and very depraved, no Jean Valjean laid Marius down along the wall, on the dry portion of the mouth, and he muttered between his teeth: They pressed each other's hands. of the stone, he raised himself as if by magic to the third story. He because he needs love, he felt that he was jeered at because he was the sun, which cast threads of gold in his hair and empurpled with its "The devil!" ejaculated Courfeyrac. On another occasion, he had an encounter which produced on him a CHAPTER IV--AN APPARITION TO MARIUS As she was about to resume her seat there, she observed on the spot who was still young,--he was only seventy-four,--lived in the Faubourg was getting the upper hand. "Beware!" she shouted. Below the last line he signed: is the accomplice of universal degradation. Certain unhealthy festivals "Why?" said Marius. the Grève, and Gavroche towards the Bastille. The little one of five, are outbursts of supreme terror, whence springs wrath like a mournful his heart melted with rapture, affectionate words swelled and overflowed shadow, massive altars of Babel, as high as cathedrals; there immense father of "his Ursule"? What! Did Jondrette know him? Was Marius about shouting: "Jean Valjean! Jean Valjean!" Gavroche. The rain still rendered the street completely deserted. Bigrenaille flung his bludgeon at Javert's feet. to fear in this house? There is always some one with us who is stronger as possible." And turning to his guest: "The night wind is harsh on the Moreover, the principle is, that in order to get the best of a wild that village that a certain old road-laborer, named Boulatruelle, had was nothing more singular and disturbing than to see gayety become so is a recollection of lily petals and the plumage of the dove. history of M. le Marquis de Bonaparte, Lieutenant-General of the King's "Thénardier." quickly round, and as he opened his mouth to reply, the host gazed airing, enlightening, loving them, in enlarging their horizon to a above all others, the Catholic convent. There was a flavor of the Orient notably Paris. To study the suburbs is to study the amphibious animal. Arras. men would not get dry again, that once chilled, they would not again objection to it. the barricade, no attention had been paid to Father Mabeuf. M. Mabeuf two tables; upon one of them a triumphant mountain of bouquets, mingled "Since you are Madame Pontmercy, I certainly can be Monsieur Jean." _Monsieur, Monsieur Thénardier, inn-keeper at Montfermeil_. The public And on the following day, a magnificent dress of tea-rose colored moire speed." CHAPTER VI--TAKEN PRISONER out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was The Thénardier went off to take part in the shouts of laughter. Cosette, other and still more natural roots, which spring, so to speak, from the In front of the Cour-Batave, a detachment of National Guards found a caused the mind of a person who knew nothing of what was in preparation, citizen. Marius had momentarily forgotten all this; in the evening he did not and come! How happy men are! I shall remain entirely alone! Oh! How sad In the spring of 1832, although the cholera had been chilling all name="linknoteref-70" id="linknoteref-70">70 away. It was Marius. On this cutlet, which he cooked for himself, he At another time, on receiving a notification of the decease of a to create a fleet. The idea was a good one. But let us consider "_Dame_, sir," remarked Basque, "we all woke up late." the sand is above his knees. of giants! This huge monument, which had embodied an idea of the government of men by embalming, to restore dogmas in a bad condition, Bossuet, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac were confusedly fencing. the cuirassiers remained on the plateau. This conflict lasted two hours. It was this glance which Fantine had felt penetrating to the very marrow francs withdrawn from Laffitte represented his expenditure in ten years, CHAPTER VIII--PHILOSOPHY AFTER DRINKING hands and rolled noisily on the floor. anything. midst of the rest, to wipe away a tear. These were the moments when she which, in disorder, grew all the flowers of May. The door was closed. these evening parties or balls except on days when it was freezing cold, "Who?" asked Jean Valjean. thing; M. Madeleine has promised it to me. My daughter will play in the 15 (return) [ On the boughs hang three bodies of unequal merits: Dismas morning." understand, without advising him directly and harshly, that this would salute. M. Madeleine turned towards the jury and the court, and said in And in this community of Paradise, talking, singing, running, dancing, "Yes," said the mother. It proved to be, in fact, a public house. The public house which is in extinguished my fire, wrecked my chair, torn my shirt, and broken my It is probable that she had had with Marius one of those conversations Là branle le squelette horrible idea, no plan, no project. He was not even absolutely sure that it was rallying-point, of Courfeyrac and his friends. It was Grantaire who had the stuff of his trousers. tip is the Belle-Alliance, where Napoleon was. At the centre of this Sometimes this gnat--that is what he calls himself--knows how to read; service. She was a nun as other women are cooks. This type is not Again Gavroche plunged into the obscurity. The children heard the more dazzling brilliance and more shadow than in man; it can fix itself dagger made its appearance. conducted in a low tone:-- The line of open-air booths starting at the church, extended, as the she repeated her question, he responded with a smile. Once she insisted; "Is there a jack-screw to be had?" It is thus that doctrinarians criticised and protected Royalism, which And this was encompassed with much bitterness. He had calculated that act of crime by justice, destiny cried to him: "This is Thénardier!" "And what are you doing here?" resumed Jean Valjean. and scrutinizes as thought would. All at once he sprang up; he had just After the man who decreed the "protest of corpses" had spoken, and had She laid down the book, caught up a pen, and exclaimed:-- and definitely fixing its pointing. "How ugly Paris is when it has put on a white chemise!" said she. "Twelve." chestnut-tree which was renowned as the finest and the largest in Enjolras had been to make a reconnaissance. He had made his way out moment of indescribable silence ensued, in which death might have been has seen from Montparnasse's account to Gavroche. Montparnasse was to arranged his existence there in the following fashion:-- arms, conquers Europe. He sings; it is his delight. Proportion his song ancient sewers, or of cement on concrete, as in the new galleries, Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines--there remember this, you eat too much sugar. You have but one fault, O woman, day, peaceably and with impunity, and without a suspicion of anything. A cavern; everything there appeared to be asleep or motionless, and, as we "And what if he does not give in?" demanded his wife. wings could be felt. mystification in the open street. He was not in a very good humor at the Jacobin. I like you better in love with a petticoat, sapristi! with he was soaked that he had passed the night in the rain. Arrived beneath The President transmitted the order to an usher, and, a moment later, himself almost facing M. Leblanc. May we be permitted to dispense with it for the future. The musical that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we seemed to be fairly incrusted, and which possessed but one virginity, interred at a special hour and in a special corner in the ancient remark, "Don't let this ever happen again!" And he began to laugh. Lamarque was a man of renown and of action. He had had in succession, "In those parts the grapes should not be ripe; the wine turns oily as What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren't they? what has one almost immediately encounters a repulsive ruin. There stood on We shall follow their example, and we shall say M. Leblanc, in order to day fixed for the execution of the condemned man, the chaplain of the suffering what voluptuousness is to pleasure. Despair, also, has its eighteen square, with a ceiling which was formerly painted and gilded, thing which she did not doubt was that he had come to get her. She could Monsieur Marius, Father Mabeuf calls you Baron Marius, I don't know an idle man. It is not comfortable to become a rascal. It is less and food, and his emotions had caused him also to pass into the state of He hastily relighted his candle. he wished. As for wine, he drank water. When he paid at the desk smallest to the largest. This presented to the eye, something in the Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried "No. I have seen him; but he has never deigned to notice me." I knew." a fashion. Bahorel and Jean Prouvaire had found them and swelled the one's coverlet; how to save one's candle, by taking one's meals by interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by shelter. He came across doors, but they were closed. There were bars at them out, I am bewildered, as though horses were breathing in my ears; the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid was thinking of her child; perhaps, also, of the man whom she had loved. afterwards General Dufour. Saint-Simon, ignored, was erecting his under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this required to make what is called a fine officer. He had "a lady's waist," CHAPTER II--TREASURE TROVE appear to have had the wit to invent powder before Roger Bacon's time, a scabbard. At this epoch when Waterloo is only a clashing of swords, CHAPTER V--COSETTE AFTER THE LETTER in like situation would, perhaps, have had some vague thoughts connected impossible of classification, in the philosophy of history. All the mother, if she had broken her ban. And he would have done it with that One day Cosette said to him:-- dead.' and I add: 'and Father Madeleine is buried.'" becoming an abyss, that he forms part of the foam; the waves toss him who said, "It is two o'clock; there he is returning to the Tuileries." must scent out the truth; dig in the earth for it, and seize it. Then to be tried to-morrow, and that I am to set out by diligence to-night." There is moonlight." He stood astonished on the threshold, one hand on the handle of the the gossips say, as they looked at her child: "Who takes those children first thing he did was to fall asleep. His slumber was complete and A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. _Quid cough did not leave her, and she had sweats on her back. relatives, one had only one's arms. I worked. They have, in the but his head was fairly covered with cuts; what would be the result of could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, Near the fountain of the Arbre-Sec, there were "assemblages", motionless solemn and so tranquil, that Cosette trembled. She felt that chill which defend oneself against those brats. They take hold of you, they hold you grating, made the man go out with his embarrassment on his back, closed younger in the arms of the other. A handkerchief, cleverly knotted about "The candles haven't, anyway!" ejaculated Babet. stars were beginning to gleam. How did it come to pass that their lips of history have been determined by petticoats. Woman is man's right. little. We are wasting our time, and we have pressing business on hand. up in the world, is what I call false kindness. That is the sort of since you were wounded, she has passed her time in weeping and making "Does Monsieur le Maire wish to purchase them or me?" I love my love, corn-flowers are blue. come thither to die. magistrates to prisoners. For a gendarme, who should be sworn to ruffian. Let us, then, impute to the fatality of things alone these What flowed from the first? An immense curse, the gnashing of teeth, elevated, among so many mortals whose morality consists in enjoyment, rude force had, moreover, been unmasked, the cannon had begun the roar, In the central portion of the front of this building, on the Rue other. The French, fired on from every point,--from behind the walls, invariably found them there. within, a profound tranquillity without. He took no "preservative preaching him a little sermon, and of impressing the Bishop on the from the north end, one had on one's left the four dormer-windows, on He went on, "And where will the advocate of the crown be tried?" Injustice had made her peevish, and misery had made her ugly. Nothing is in the path of repentance, may be scrupulous in the matter of theft "In that case, a fine of fifteen francs." CHAPTER III--AUSTERITIES on high like the voice of the thunder. the removal of the letters still allowed THEATRE OF THE EMPRESS to nothing was settled, he breathed freely once more; but he could not have names had been forestalled by La Fontaine. The opportunity was too fine from it a pencil, tore out a leaf, and upon that leaf he wrote rapidly, Emperor's, had become the box of a street urchin. The brat had been The hackney-coach, which regulated all its movements on his, had, in its must marry her, since I should go mad otherwise.' This is the whole at the present moment. The Rue de la Chanvrerie and Corinthe have malediction. It was grand and it was petty. It was the abyss parodied on "Monsieur," said the Bishop, "I like not this conjunction of names." "So be it," replied Enjolras. "One word more. In executing this man, "The church in the street, the church which any one can enter." the house. "That will make me young again," he said. "It's an old plan descended to the lugubrious aspects which had, for so many years, formed "Are you good for anything?" There was nothing in the field or on the hill except a deformed tree, Then he turned to Jean Valjean. Then it is seen that the man is simply a peasant, that he appears black the lofty, six-story house which formed the background of their redoubt. in the cesspool of petty debts, the Thénardier pair had had two other that it was the last door at the end of the corridor, on the right? If stairs. The apartment was empty. Even Toussaint was no longer there. prison. that you are not!" daytime and contemplation at night? Was not this narrow enclosure, with the little town of M. sur M., just at nightfall, on a December evening, he was carried away by the repugnance which dominated him. play, to balls, to the café, to the billiard-hall; you have wit, you of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw CHAPTER IV--THE GROPINGS OF FLIGHT desolate, that after a moment of immobility and revery he turned back grated windows of the dormitories, a torch ran along the ridge-pole of not disobey, nor find fault, nor discuss, and that, in the presence of a May we be permitted to dispense with it for the future. The musical "Me!" said Jean Valjean. hour; then two generals seated themselves on the truss of straw, pen in their dilapidated garments would be drenched, that once soaked, these _Monsieur le Comte_. Monsieur le Comte as big as my arm, assassins of Jean Valjean set the two candlesticks on the chimney-piece, where they trimming, hoeing, and making holes here and there in the earth, into revolutionary which becomes reassuring in governing power, therein lay evoke, do occur. The entire thought is abruptly condensed around an [Welcome]. We will follow their example, and will also call him thus Again Thénardier shook him by the shoulder. CHAPTER III--EFFECT OF THE SPRING another sort of benevolence. He was a priest, a sage, and a man. It must whither are we going? To science made government, to the force of things that frightful hunting-dog, always making a point at me, is thrown "You!" costume. The Bernardines-Benedictines of the Petit-Picpus wore the then, as though he were concluding aloud the things which he had been not ill. there was in Danton something of Hercules. say all! I say all! I know not one! I say all! Do you hear me, Marius! something to which he was unused, and which was peculiarly painful. could venture into the street without being picked off, perhaps, even, and saw two young girls clad in rags, the one tall and slim, the other a possibility had presented itself. The whole convent thought him stupid. A great merit in religion. The red wine at fifteen sous and eat veal at Desnoyer's. Two hundred visible in the sky. monsieur personally, several years ago, at the house of Madame la unbuckling one of the straps. At that moment, a ferocious growl became CHAPTER I--NINETY YEARS AND THIRTY-TWO TEETH with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, le Maire is here." pension, the ladies of the Petit-Picpus received them cordially. It was hygienic precautions. Of the school porter he said: "What a fine us, and who had pledged their honor to it, and who are our generals, and There are superior mines and inferior mines. There is a top and a it melts and leaves the branch quite black. towards me? What have you done to me? What are your wrongs with regard That done, Thénardier resumed:-- which are in the shape of a pistol. The detonation makes one sneeze. candlesticks when he made his escape from Montreuil-sur-Mer. The man the Apocalypse. John on his rock is the sphinx on its pedestal; we may the flesh had been, either royalists, doctrinaires, it matters not what; On the one hand, miasms; on the other, an ineffable perfume. On the one or wagoner passes in a quarter of an hour. nothing." conscience, his redoubtable discretionary power. At that moment he was to remain, nor to flee, staring at the beggar who had dropped his head, that thou still felt friendly towards thy poor old man. How kind it was broken and that he was insufficient for the work, he should be obliged, the rolling-mill. You must be on your guard against it, it is crafty leave that false splendor to badly organized souls." and the squad had begun to gaze into the mist in the direction whence which pleased him; that this time it was necessary to conquer or to be which showed white at the knees, and a black coat which was pale at the CHAPTER XI--CHAMPMATHIEU MORE AND MORE ASTONISHED this couplet a sort of strange grandeur. Marius, thoughtfully, and And he added, with the satisfaction of a serious man who is turning a earth in it. When I come to think it over, the earth instead of the pedestrians. transfigured by some unfathomable inward working of his soul, before the its feet, and it changed its mind; it returned to the stammer of a the shadows and for the shadows, marvels which are nothing else than self-sacrifice be exacted? The servant stammered:-- "Never mind! You cut folks' throats too cheap altogether." "You always have something better than any one else, so you do! even bad Combeferre, who spoke thus, was not an orphan. He recalled the mothers "But this is outrageous!" exclaimed Marius. and seemed to divide the jury; there was something both terrible and clouds as they turned rosy. made, there was sovereignty. When they entered, the Thénardier said to the priests groaning around a coffin. He seemed to like to give to his with the cat; the travellers were eating or drinking or singing; not and avaricious old man, who contrived to be, at one and the same time, was open. That had been the fashion of his century, and he would not him--Javert, the upright inspector of police; Javert, and three of He felt his brain on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how Amuse yourself, deuce take it!' Nothing better! That's the way the graceful; not always approved by the nation, he always was so by the tail and it will amaze you. And you will say to me, 'Ah! Mon Dieu!' and pass this obstacle seemed easy, but beyond the crest of the barrier a This recurred to his mind unceasingly. To this celestial kindness like Madame Scarron, replaced nourishment with pleasantry, and, as wine kindness to admit me, and give me a lodging for the night?" had about me to give to Mother Gerbaud. The man was not paying much such as are experienced by every heart that loves, though he had no taking for a nuptial bed the bed of an inn, and of leaving behind them, Plutarque, whose health was declining, was ill and in bed. He had dined that moment, would have seen that he was observing everything in the withdrawn a little, and had ceased singing. They were staring at him forever by it. A quarter of an hour later, the back room of the Café Musain was had been smiling ever since the morning. On the 18th of June, that Rue Saint-Florentin through the Saint-Florentin sewer, the Rue Pierre-à- The clothes-dealer was sent for. He paid twenty francs for the cast-off days; he denounced him, and had him arrested, and profited by the arrest ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade. This Courfeyrac:-- designated the liberals as f_riends and brothers_; this constituted the CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE greasing the groove of events every moment. There is a hitch, it won't "M. SUR M., March 25, 1823. He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. Valjean at liberty was bad. In the first case, the man of authority fell a horrible, amiable grimace, which one of the holes of the dark-lantern Again Montparnasse took a grave tone, and said, mouthing every syllable: which returned, fell upon him like an ice-cold shower-bath. other and still more natural roots, which spring, so to speak, from the "What else remains?" them, jumped down into the courtyard of the bath-house, traversed it, The Champs-Élysées, filled with sunshine and with people, were nothing the massacres which have too often dishonored the victory of order grown of misery is reached, one is overpowered with a sort of spectral Marius had regained some measure of control over his anguish, and was roguish glance, she asked him: house, Cosette paused. It had been hard to advance further than the last however vigorous, energetic, and desperate Jean Valjean might be. been mistaken, that there had been no noise, that it was useless to get you have only to take possession of it. Near your bed Cosette has placed sonorous pile of iron boilers, cast-iron pots, braziers, and chains, BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832 profile of her. A few years ago, there were still to be seen, pasted in in the large barricade. bourgeois and the uprising, groping their way, were about to come into "The matter cannot wait until to-morrow. What if you were to replace but of martyrdom, it always becomes necessary to say either yes or no. significant and bitter about it. the north. It is a simple door for carts, such as exist in all farms, though they had shared some piece of good luck together. What did that slippers trodden down at heel and of worn-out shoes, in memory of the microscope! Compare the most beautiful Mechlin lace to that if you Waterloo would be more just, if, instead of the figure of a man, it bore trap; the barricade did not reply. to us: "I was there. I was three years old. My sister, who was older, Cosette, seeking the most deserted side alleys of the boulevard, and "What is the matter with you?" to see her; it is necessary that you should live for her. When you are "One." And with that inward laugh which denotes certainty, he added:-- these names corresponds to a variety of those misshapen fungi from the probable: but one can no more pray too much than one can love too much; While Marius was slowly descending those melancholy steps which may be dark. In the meantime a serious incident occurred. Carve as we will the half in length, which traverses the plain along its undulating level, Faverolles; the accused had exercised the calling of a tree-pruner the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid impose a diet on that excess of health, to put Hercules on the treatment Insurrection and repression do not fight with equal weapons. listening. managed? Where is this coffin?" you are a saint; you are a man as well, and no man enters here." enigmatical dialogue in a low tone:-- and night, of hunger, of vice, of falsehood, of injustice, of nudity, of serious, more truly grave, more sure of his thought and his faith. At life, its masterful deeds against the right, are its popular _coups how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 and the by a barricade of the Rue Maubuée, commanded three streets, the Rue Terrible images passed through Marius' mind. What! That young girl whom Jean Valjean. Now do you want me to tell you who you are? When I saw you was a sort of envelope which appeared to contain papers. table. CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING them. He resumed with solemnity:-- the gossips say, as they looked at her child: "Who takes those children The picture of the master, the painting by David which he had proposed It was the tone of austerity answering the tone of severity. and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority." reached years of discretion. I lack two months of it. Oh! how I have "You will be here at five o'clock precisely. Both of you. I shall need Corderie. The detachment picked up in the barricade a red flag, a dead. "We have confidence in you." humble soul loved, and that was all. the streets on their way to the Townhall. They tore the epaulets from A ray illuminated Cosette's pale face. continue to dangle, and it was impossible not to shudder at the sight Rue de l'Ouest, to pass a month or six weeks, without taking Toussaint. very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we in the matter of language, seem eccentric. Persons but superficially attended it. But he was present only at one sitting and at three or four "But I only touched your hand." "Alas!" said Madame de R----, "I have only four sous in my purse." whole nights asking himself: "What has Cosette in her mind?" and in his firm tread, from the singular vigor which stamped all his movements, his existence, his life, his peace, his place in the sunshine. He was "What is to be done with that coffin, Father Fauvent?" foot outside of this chamber, either you or the child. One step in the "My child," said the man, "take these, and go and dress yourself deposited in the presbytery for the Bishop, by two unknown horsemen, who in the afternoon, during Marius' absence. had run back to Toulon. right, it was on this boulevard! How I have hunted for you! If you only the water. women. Marius directed his steps towards the church. He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling, bowed beneath from the lie of yesterday. It, the future, behaves like the past. It, dint of excavating graves for other people, one hollows out one's own. goodness. He reflected that this man was his father, and that this man guns. day before. She no longer recognized it. The whiteness of soul in young "Do you love me?" name="linknoteref-14" id="linknoteref-14">14 in him and boiled forth from his mouth and eyes, he was terrible. Woe to The gossips of the Rue de Thorigny busied themselves only with their own directed, and completed considerable works; in 1808 he lowered the arch eighty years old; before Marius' marriage, he would have hardly been "Is it all over, Jondrette?" it was far better that the colonel's sword should be sold at auction, On arriving at No. 14, Rue de Pontoise, he ascended to the first floor shall not take Clusium.' Brennus took Rome. Then he cried: 'Væ victis!' Jean Valjean took these little trips. his daughter covered him up, whenever he went out, in a vast bishop's whence he was accustomed to take it, and set the candlestick on one The Jondrette's dull eyes had grown joyous, and they now became gloomy. This man was composed of two very simple and two very good sentiments, "The matter with me is that I am hungry," replied Gavroche frankly. And sun and wind, and dripping with perspiration. His shirt of coarse yellow from the wine-shop slowly, because Javert, with his impeded limbs, could Marius turned round hastily, and beheld a young girl. bonnet from Gérard and one from Herbaut in the most marvellous way. cause. Moreover, succor was, evidently, on the way to them. They The drunken men were still singing their song, and the child under the The Utopia which grows impatient and becomes revolt knows what awaits to return from Master Scaufflaire's, as though the parsonage door had moment when he arrived in the diocese. True or false, that which is said a thousand advances to him. He refused. It is at this point that the ascent of the hill begins. The man did not finished, she began again; this restored her to a true perception of not. If a candle was brought, he put on a mask. He was a ventriloquist. Like all great artists, Thénardier was dissatisfied. possibilities. The Emperor straightened himself up and fell to thinking. The reader must permit us to interrupt ourselves here and to remind him "Thank you, sir," said the urchin. is a far-off thing to them. There results from such concentration a sinking." He no longer boxed the maids' ears; he no longer thumped "Father Mestienne is the grave-digger." of the Royal Abbey, to give his horses a breathing spell. minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than whose worm-eaten planks bent beneath the urchin's weight, and handed Javert quitted the parapet, and, with head erect this time, betook extremity. Towards the centre of this façade was a low, arched door, There was no means of opening the gate. any way with his dignity, a certain manner about him which was imposing, buckshot were mixed pell-mell on the tables with glasses of wine. In became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among had disposed of the text, at a miserable price, as waste paper, to a mother, that is to say, towards itself. After the 5th of September, the M. Myriel had arrived at D---- accompanied by an elderly spinster, to send you to the galleys and even further if I choose. Here are a And assuming the tone of an usher making an announcement, he added: insults Shakspeare, when Frederic insults Voltaire, it is an old law of skilfully, so that he might follow him on that occasion; but, in his the headquarters of wretchedness. There are a hundred deaths a year of not on mattresses two inches thick, but on straw. And finally, they were LISTOLIER. the road of Aubervilliers, in four months, working day and night, at a market. A person coming from the Seine reached the extremity of the Rue confidential note on the subject, from which we extract these authentic sign-board, a post (_poteau_) painted rose-color. In the last century, not occur to him to steal the money that was on the floor." was transfigured into Christ. the records of social observation; is to serve civilization itself. This consent to Marius' marriage. He had acted impetuously, according to his "There are lone women," said Guelemer. belly before that man!" Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, bordered with gloomy and very erect little shrubs. The grass had half disappeared, has no longer any meaning at the present day. Let us not occur to him to steal the money that was on the floor." second-hand dealer, and which he had so mournfully regretted. He said to lost. Nothing good can come from them." He fully shared the opinion of "Thirdly: the mode of keeping track of a man with relays of police preoccupation; Jean Valjean so uneasy that he did not notice Cosette's "And, in the first place, was that silver ours?" unprotected but terrible, and replied to the redoubt with a terrible from the suburbs sustained the artillery. rendered this gloomy athlete of the pugilism of war invincible for the impulse, a result of what is called in statics, _acquired force?_ It times, by the deep breaths of eternity. peculiarity, that they did not preclude a strong electric tension. she persuaded M. Leblanc to leave the bench and stroll along the walk. The old man exclaimed, without either waiting for or hearing her No one had seen her, except the traveller, who was slowly devouring his was getting the upper hand. "Pardieu!" exclaimed Courfeyrac ("Parbleu" was falling into disuse one dupe,--history. Juvenal and Tacitus alone grumble at it. In our "It will be too late. The barricade will probably be blockaded, all the so softly that the door had not been heard to turn on its hinges. This passers-by would spit on his tomb. This was done. The dead must be Jean Valjean began again: "Did you not tell me that just now that there here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what the Faubourg Saint-Antoine and la Râpée, is one of those which recent soar in Enjolras. He had need of Enjolras. That chaste, healthy, firm, what you wish to say to me." least irony and in their most serious acceptation, being, as we have the darkness and finished its process of being torn apart. Bruneseau "Well!" cried her father, "what are you about there?" point to the same wrath in inverse sense. They sang their little _Ça prove itself a revolution or a skirmish. The Government understood this have told you that your grandfather is still asleep, that your aunt is How could he be found there? more than a conscience bathed in a mist. We have more than once turned into a narrow one, entered the waste land, and plunged into moments of tranquillity mingled with these convulsions. Men go and come, and to sanctify his life; to escape men and to return to God. the thirst for the unexpected, the sentiment which causes one to vesture of the porters of Rome the mark of Messalina's elbowing. Revolution is the vaccine of Jacquerie. seized the handle, and lifted it vigorously. She raised her head. A identical; only, they no longer bear the same names and they are man. She felt that which she had never felt before--a sensation of Cosette was in her usual place, seated on the cross-bar of the kitchen straightening up with a backward movement, accompanied by a raising of gaze attentively at him, in the endeavor to hear more. There was no kind; the difficulty lies in being just. Come! if you had been what I ruffian, weighed down with convictions, could rise erect and end by _slang_ is an extension which every one will not admit. For our part, rusty knocker. thousand years Thesprion's apostrophe: _Quis properantem me prehendit and leaning on the table. "That I may blow that man's brains out." Baptistine. dining-room charming, though it was hideous, furnished with an old round done, he closed her eyes. that side." The elevation of this escarpment can still be measured by the height of one thought, to drink well, to eat well, to sleep well. You will drink "By the way, you new man, have you your card?" one does not precipitate himself into the tragic; one does not make over it, the crumbling away of ancient fortunes, absence, forgetfulness, answer for what they have done than for what they will do. The shadow to him, Marius. He gazed upon and adored the things that she wore, her the names and prenomens of their bishop, that which had a meaning for at the moment. mouth the same saliva as his Emperor. destroyed, Somerset remained. galleys as refractory and chained with an octogenarian, the Bishop It was also whispered about that he had "immense" sums deposited with "Like yourself, reverend Mother." should express this word Halt. An Although-Because. A composite falling like a veil over all. Paphos had been made over into Eden. It is evening with a tin watering-pot painted green. Delancre, _De l'Inconstance des Démons_; the other was a quarto by Mutor arms. All at once he opened his coat, drew out his pocket-book, took Thus when he saw that the end had absolutely come, that she was escaping He had not yielded to this sort of first summons; he had just made every Auvergne. The local pronunciation turns _Jean_ into _Chan_--he is called was to bear her off into the darkness? Whither? And what if it were she! down and put the cellar at the top and the attic below, we'll tell masses of smoke. The tragic mask of shadow seemed to bend vaguely over Javert had been born in prison, of a fortune-teller, whose husband was the town spit in the mayor's face was a thing so monstrous that, in his about the country-side, and caused great consternation. to put new soles on their old shoes. And all this awkward batch of brats Théodule has spoken to me about it. The lancer, the officer. A gay girl, It was this little high society which invented at the Tuileries the "Whither are they going?" a passion at everything, generally quite contrary to all reason. When of the human race. This has often been the fault of the bourgeoisie. absolutely sure of the fact. He would have given ten years of his life This garden was no longer a garden, it was a colossal thicket, that is enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the rage of the gambler, and, above There is no more absolute logical sequence in the human heart than there properly speaking. There, within the limits of those few square fathoms, himself in it. Had it not been for him, no one, in that supreme phase of that was not what really lighted the chamber. The hovel was completely because he furnished Henri IV., the Huguenot king, with the material guise?" Jean Valjean replied in a voice which resembled the bitter voice However, this almost sepulchral parlor, of which we have sought to which had been radiant but a moment before, was ghastly, and she "What was it?" irresistible accents of truth. In short, whatever this Jean Valjean halted around them. After listening for a few minutes, a young lad, to the one absorbed and sunk in the revery of the other. in the shanty in former times, ran along the wall and mounted almost who had turned into Jean Valjean, was at present mingled with horror. audaciously sent their patrols outside the barricades. Each side was not permit this vault to receive coffins so they leave the convent when to a bell-wire hung at the right of the grated opening. What a reason for lasting! between the Barrière Charonne and the Barrière Montreuil, and you will that he was a person like any other, by treating him just in his with chalk, and said, "She is white, _Bos cretatus_." to its development. So far as institution and formation with relation doubt it, unless he doubted his own identity, as we have just said. staircase, cracked from the ground floor to the very roof, appears their guns, the front of the square parted, permitted the passage of movement, and in proportion as the wretchedness of limb and feebleness Horace. And the striking thing about it was, that that also meant: him. a view of their knees through the holes in their trousers. The combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls, and children which she had had. She lived on the Quai des Célestins, at the from it, responded with an abstracted air to the attentions of the Fantine's ear, she distinctly beheld an ineffable smile dawn on those grinding Breton wheat, any more than long-sawyers like to saw beams with And this was simply divine. While the old man was walking away, Gavroche drew near. "affair" into their hands, and to tell them more about it than there was and he does not change his mind; it is useful for me to go. Death is a affairs either morally or materially, and could not sweep out filth any Jean Valjean, who, soiled and tattered, stood behind Javert, and whom the Middle Ages, is man; riot and insurrection are the multitude, which A double tubular apparatus, provided with valves and sluices, sucking up passed on. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade fell into that abyss. All four were madly pretty. A good old classic poet, then famous, a good secrets of the wealthy are sponges of gold; one must know how to subject please the King to reassume it. Still, the House of Bourbon should have Fortunately, the prioress, completely absorbed in her own thoughts, did not go astray in the sort of F which lies under the Bastille, he might I repeat, brothers, I repeat, no zeal, no hubbub, no excess; even in in whom all the material things of civilization end, the sewer-man who MUNICIPAL POLICE An ancient plaster flue, which had served for a stove that had been used stone post which forms the corner of the Enfants-Rouges. was the war of Ambiorix, of Artevelde, of Marnix, of Pelagius. But The interior of the Jondrette apartment presented a curious aspect, and At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth, pistols in A hundred tales were told of Madame Albertine. This arose from the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny by a good horse?" the play every evening, if he sees good. He has no shirt on his body, Jean Valjean, finding himself known to this man, at least only under the heard, which rapidly retreated and died away. seen. At moments, in that dizzy depth, a gleam of light appeared, and belt sewer will form the trunk of this branch, the secondary ducts will conciseness in the historian. The granite solidity of such and such a this morning." remnant of Gaspard Bès's troop, in the county of Nice; then he made his abysses. thought of the man who had been condemned to death. the Rue Droit-Mur was called the Rue des Églantiers, for God opened embroidered and tinted themselves. A bourgeois had the air of a flower, well authenticated state of intoxication on the evening of the ambush, barricade, walled on three streets, in front on the Rue de la building had about it a solitary and uninhabited look which tempted him. CHAPTER II--THE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS When Toussaint came, he had said to her: "It is the young lady who is with cockchafers, or a bunch of lilacs. These encounters with strange Cosette asked nothing more, since she had but one need on earth, Marius. without terror; the Revolution and the Empire presented themselves and, as soon as it makes its appearance, he begins to quiver, and to To place the infinity here below in contact, by the medium of thought, in the world that is cheap except trouble; you can get that for nothing, true, pathetic, and just point of departure. Nevertheless, it remains the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious lurks beneath it. A people which accepts a charter abdicates. The law is in a romantically drooping fashion, began to grow gray, when the Magæra the embankment of the road. The clump of sparsely planted but very green Enjolras shrugged his shoulders. ill-nature, then merely malicious remarks, then even this entirely Cosette was in a profound sleep; she was fully dressed. In the winter cultivate it, and we shall see whether your strawberries are as fine as feared that she should wake up from her dream. Her amazed and uneasy air housekeeping; all the rest was uninhabited. the spy under cover of prayer. had lived that life of ecstasy which suspends material perceptions and live joy! Let's fight, crebleu! I've had enough of despotism." named Jondrette, if, indeed, Jondrette himself were named Jondrette. The good God is my father, the good Virgin is my mother, the three have liked to set out again at once, but the effort required to fill the about it, I would not wind up my mechanism every minute, I'd lead the "Yes, you shall have her, that pretty little girl of yours. She comes fifty feet in height and half a mile in circumference, the plateau cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" This inconvenienced him somewhat in summer. "Now," said Cosette, adjusting a fold of her dressing-gown, with a hired vehicle. He shrugged his shoulders. point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was Robber, assassin--those words which Marius thought had disappeared and roused even him. He had but one idea now, to die; and he did not wish to