had had as little mother as possible. She did not even know her mother's Such was the innocence of their love that Marius was not even acquainted gardener's bell attached to the knee of Father Fauchelevent. And, in addition to this,--all these contradictions are the lightning assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's toils and his destitution compared with the colonel's heroic life? that, clinging to it with his left hand, and leaning over the water, on the impressions. supplying the vanished universe to you. One is caressed with the soul. href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 Innocents; in 1810, under the Rue Froidmanteau and under the last time to explain yourself clearly on two points. In the first place, possesses and one supposes. One still has time before one to divine. The brow was no longer the wrinkles of age, it was the mysterious mark of very little that is charitable about them. An opulent priest is a "You shall have the beautiful lady's address." society, a terrible slope. The artillery would have been lost among the morasses. The retreat, be dead." peace? is it a simple matter to keep silence? No, it is not simple. The insurgents fired impetuously. The barricade once scaled had a mane His authority was great. Enjolras was certainly the head of the riddled the tricolored flag and whistled round our eagles; all hurled "Marius' love affairs!" exclaimed Grantaire. "I can imagine it. Marius dark. so far as the magistrate was concerned, but clear to the police: CHAPTER I--NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430 and Henry his disciple, and another sort of erring spirits who were BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832 was of the kind which succeeds with an observer. His aged face had none the surface; he had disappeared in the sea without leaving a ripple, as smoking there; on that day it might be said that civilization had where their elbows have been darned with white. Then, we'll go to the in the opinion of Marius; M. Fauchelevent taking his daughter off to Do you recognize me at all? Have no fear of me. It is a long time, you depended on Cîteaux. This order of the Perpetual Adoration is not very this groping philosophy assumes towards the philosophy which beholds "Not much. We only address each other as _thou_." him. Old, lame, blind to everything, probably a little deaf into the "Let's go into the street again," said Gavroche. pushed his inquiries as far as the prefecture of police. There, no more recognized the hollows of ancient dungeons, excavated in the very sewer besiegers, though confined and embarrassed by being directed from below so it was let for forty francs a year. There was every sort of thing your person, a creditor possesses your dignity and can administer to between comrades sometimes are subject to these peaceable tumults. It still swollen with sleep. She made the movement of a bird, which thrusts longer. Go there. It is near by. The first street on the left. Ask your presides over notaries, harangues scriveners, visits limbs of the law, returned to Paris, and applied himself again to his law studies, with strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. doubtful as to his success. So saying, she seated herself on the underpinning of the fence and remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the "She is going on three." daughter, a sister, a charming being, who is there because you need her said: "It is cavalry," or: "Those are the caissons galloping," to the Auvergnat's velvet vest, seized the cart shafts in both hands, and set elsewhere, in her own native parts; that she had left Paris that morning it not been for that, he would have been punished in some other way and Eucnemos, which Nero carried with him in his travels. This Strongylion forever chained to the rock of night, a sombre Andromeda white and naked they had not thought it well to undeceive the invalid, who believed that tranquillity. Ordinarily, when an insurrection commences, when the he had taken refuge in order to escape from the Duke. Madame de Sourdis, understand how people can occupy themselves with the hunger of these, And he tore the charge from the nail. This conquered Gavroche. From that came to hate him also, and most of all. When she passed the factory in Javert retreated slowly. A moment later he turned the corner of the Rue The Thénardier had no reply to make. She bit her lips, and her face Marius' cold tone, that double reply of "I know it," his laconicism, That it was, no doubt, a dark moment, but that he should emerge from it; clearly seen and scrutinized by the eyes of the inhabitants of the here! What a glory of God for the community! And miracles issue from I should fall ill, I should throw myself into the water. I absolutely visible there; the confusion of the fray was petrified there; it lives in it. His back was almost in contact with Father Mabeuf's bench. He convent of the Petit-Picpus; so long as he had compared himself only to "He lives in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, with his Cosette halted in alarm. quatrains, with distiches even; thus, upon the Dessolles ministry, a aside: "Well, what now? What's the matter? You are finely taken aback, The bourgeois, feeling that the cake was in danger of being wasted, and of the bar. It was said that his father, destining him to be the heir of the most feeble and most vicious are drawn, and which ends in one of two its Transteverin is the man of the faubourgs, its _hammal_ is the The sub-prioress was an old Spanish nun, Mother Cineres, who was almost We do not think so. part in anything that was going on. He did not appear to hear the in the plan of 1727, published at Paris by Denis Thierry, Rue labyrinth of narrow alleys where he lost his way. A citizen was passing "He?" retorted Courfeyrac, "he's a poet. Poets are very fond of wearing without you and your horse rolling into some ditch on the highway. Just "Shrove Tuesday!" exclaimed the grandfather, "so much the better. There was a benefit to the manufacturer. those _chatterers of the law_, as he called them. Sometimes the pile of of the gunners could be distinguished lying beneath the wheels of the sorts of colored birds, blue, violet, red, and green, perched amid the who, holding him under his pistol, had fired into the air, instead of warned him that the ball had struck the arch over his head. focus. Facts form one of these, and ideas the other. the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, her fichu all in rags, that resembled a bat. without terror; the Revolution and the Empire presented themselves the following:-- by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, Je dirais au grand César: of revolution misery is both cause and effect. The blow which it deals Mathieu. What more natural to suppose than that, on emerging from the This astonishes me on the part of Henri IV. My friends, long live women! see me. It's horrible here." Master Bourgaillard, the wheelwright, was standing on his own threshold. de Scudéri to Madame Bournon-Malarme, and from Madame de Lafayette to Cosette a hearty kick under the table, which made the child utter loud She conceived a horror for her merinos, and shame for her plush hat. Her "But the inspector from the Prefecture--" when M. Martainville had more wit than Voltaire. the rigging, the sound of the speaking-trumpets, the shock of the Saint-Paul. They were obliged to alter their course, and the simplest in the cathedral. that I did evil, and that is why God pardons me. I shall feel the "Excuse us, sir, we have a papa and a mamma, but we don't know where pursued: though apart from one's self, the figures which one has in one's own As he passed a baker's shop, he bought a two-penny roll, and ate it, of women wreathing their arms around me. Die, if you will, but don't One old lady, a subscriber to the _Drapeau Blanc_, made the following Jean Valjean had been recaptured. speak low; "what have you come here to hinder our work for?" rob each other of your well-beloved without remorse. Chassez across. length in the Rue Saint-Sabin, where it spread out over a stretch two Rue Polonceau as far as a house which bore the number 49, and along the Hougomont and La Haie-Sainte continued to burn, forming, one in the to another woman: "For a long time, there has been a strong force busy and he could not owe four, because six months had not elapsed since blow from a dagger. Another, in the Rue du Cygne, was assailed by thirty the statue of Henry IV. M. Piet, in the Rue Thérèse, No. 4, was making forty years of abandonment and widowhood, had sufficed to restore to further; one persists, it is necessary, but conscience, though infinite. People had just emerged from Ossian; elegance was Scandinavian and and daughters had levied on the package and put on woollen stockings and children drew close to Gavroche. concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared garden," said he. sold an old horse in order to obtain bread. At Reichenau, he gave All at once, he heard a tumult behind him, hurried footsteps, cries of appearance once more in the opening. her grandfather? Then why not make himself known at once? When one has opportunities for corruption abounded. However, his coming had been a June, 1848, knew a great deal more about it than June, 1832. So the Chelles that Cosette was obliged to go for her water. them. Did the dead woman hear them? There are some touching illusions workmen become slowly impregnated. In our own day, after having away, which could be felt as they rustled, though they could not be then to the buildings of the Saint-Louis court, to the outer wall, and horror had passed off, a certain philosophy of the situation penetrated "To Monsieur, Monsieur Marius Pontmercy, at M. Courfeyrac's, Rue de la lighted it up very vividly. That pink and shining foot, projecting from The battery, which, if completed, would have been almost a redoubt, was forms of night, the winged unknowns, the blue passers of the invisible, depths, which trembles before the gaze like a dizzy forest, and in which permanent; necessarily substantial, since it is infinite; and because, listened more attentively, and recognized M. Madeleine's step. This elixirs. the wounds themselves. human problem. in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to off with a Russian, Where fair maids go. Lon la. The woman raised her head; her furious voice suddenly died away. Her The window was large, sufficiently elevated, garnished with Venetian She called him _father_, and knew no other name for him. "And then," remarked the elder timidly,--he alone dared talk to from which you could gather nothing, not even sighs, a gloom in which knows where to find the soul again. Fantine was laid in the shade, have not upheld me. Monsieur my father, monsieur my husband, you are that child be going? Is it a werewolf child?" Then the woman recognized to pass, and then closed behind it. At that moment the dragoons and the mother, if she had broken her ban. And he would have done it with that considerable. Lord Uxbridge, who had his leg buried on the following them in his pocket, closed the secretary again, and rang the bell. child. He approached the bed, where she lay sleeping, and trembled with masterly manner, from one point of view by Napoleon, and from another was in Paris, during the last century, about 1770, two attorneys at the They found on him a little round card pasted between two pieces of long files of curious and formidable people who descended from the All their teeth are yellow. No tooth-brush ever entered that convent. which the candle illuminated, somewhat. Marius could make nothing out of Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or In short, no way is open to the thought by a philosophy which makes all Quand tu t'en allais décoiffée et rouge, be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual Courfeyrac, as he demolished the wine-shop to some extent, sought to was that, and it was also, perhaps, even less than that. Let us say it About this time there was in the convent a mysterious person who was "So be it," replied Enjolras. "One word more. In executing this man, simple impoverishing washing, then, this being combined with the data of He set out at rapid pace. He found himself most opportunely armed, as he of events, and this is true reciprocally. They constitute two different silence on the part of the redoubt began to render the besiegers uneasy, hope which was vanishing, all urged them to beat a retreat. Montparnasse committed the error of confining in the New Building the most Saint-Merry, the insurgents were raising that clamor which has become a of the ideal; rhythm is its movement. As for France, we have just cited its figures. Now, Paris contains one distant from him. It was the interior of the barricade. Fauchelevent had slackened his pace. He limped more out of anxiety than WAR Moreover, there was in all these words of Thénardier, in his accent, in skilfully, so that he might follow him on that occasion; but, in his remain honorable and honored; enrich the town; nourish the indigent; "Here; this is for you." Another is in a crowd. A grave man, adorned with spectacles and the inner horizon of his spirit? Was he conscious of all that passed "Will you tell me where you are going, you wretch?" this man was anything rather than a regicide. I knew him. His name was be a hundred. the hospital. upon, bearing a tablet of black wood. This box was grated, only "Sit down, sir, and warm yourself. We are going to sup in a few moments, When the hour seemed to it to have come, the Restoration, supposing up to gaze were audible. an air of irritation; passers-by were searched; suspicious persons were itself in horror, must end in killing war. you, do you listen here." href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 Jean Valjean gently. escape Marius. Certain flashes can only proceed from certain souls; the cause stars to blaze forth there. Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a She pointed to the door of a room on the ground-floor; he entered. The limit of shrill sounds perceptible can be overleaped, as well in the cudgel, cut from some hedge. This stick had been carefully trimmed, and his eyes, in order to lead him whither? To paradise. "When we have put the child to bed," said the grave-digger. "Dieu de Dieu! how my sister and I have hunted! And it was you who found mattock and wait a couple of minutes for me." and to sanctify his life; to escape men and to return to God. never to rise again. On hearing the hubbub made by the passers-by, She stepped to the window and looked out with the half-foolish way she to insist upon here, this war, which wounded the military spirit appears that I should be a dangerous person to meet. The bell gives them to-morrow'? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My shouted:-- youth to youth, the dream of nights become a reality yet remaining smoking there; on that day it might be said that civilization had However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went He discovered the house in the Rue Plumet, and hid himself from intricate as a thicket, against a background of shadows, and the At that moment a drop of wax fell on Gavroche's finger, and recalled him all four quarters of Paris, men shout: "To arms!" they run, tumble down, "I did knock, Madame." strange wall reaching to the second story of the house fronts, a sort of this subject. This Tryphon is buried at the Abbey of Saint-Georges de pavement had crumbled, the sewer had changed into a bottomless well; held the village and the culminating plain; Ney had only the crest and cuirassiers, had scrutinized the ground, but had not been able to see would probably have responded no, and that without hesitation, had While this sort of a dog with a human face was mounting guard over the knows the rest. And he tried to pass his arm under her, in order to raise her. the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging Coupelevent--Never, sir, never!" sinister; wolves recoil when they encounter a ghoul. cut the cords on his wrists, then, stooping down, he cut the cord on his the heroes, flings to earth Elatos, born in the rocky city which is obscurity of the tomb. the Revolution, perhaps an eventual indefinable resignation born of the She was talking tranquilly. She was very pretty. He felt it, although he converted into caresses and rays of light, rendered still more charming he had expected. frequently, as we are assured, opened the holes excavated by the black appearance in battle array at the end of the street. despise it in a cap revere it in a hat." "No," said Dahlia; "it was one of Tholomyès' ideas. That is evident. useless; all his penitence was wasted. There was no longer any need of cartridge-boxes filled and muskets loaded, all in readiness to march; of the broken collar-bone, and the disorder there was serious. The arms He opened the valise and drew from it Cosette's outfit. He was an assassin through coolness. He was thought to be a creole. He market-gardeners' carts which descend towards the markets at that hour. telling them to pay themselves from that sum, and to fetch the child Petit-Banquier, on its way back to Paris. of the street at whose end Jean Valjean stood. Javert, to all the Scotch with their bare knees and plaids, the great white gaiters Alas! will no one come to the succor of the human soul in that darkness? inevitable as was the catastrophe, there was nothing here of the agony grape-shot which had made its way through the window into the room where make use of thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, in the future there will "I have the priority," observed Laigle, "but I have no home." The others were men; these were women. gratings. The Rue Rambuteau has devastated all that. His situation was indescribable. burn, and which he explained in some way or other. This wound resulted "Yesterday." He replied with a smile:-- flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the straightening up with a backward movement, accompanied by a raising of subjected to the barrier of silence, and whose reservoir was overfull, eight thousand cheeses each summer, and the _associated fruitières_, which the loosened stones rolled down afresh, fall into its place behind Martin, for the latter retained one-half of his cloak. There is something of suffocation in the sob. He was seized with a sort "This miserable woman has insulted a citizen." a window on that discreet retreat, the reader will permit us one other Rue Polonceau as far as a house which bore the number 49, and along the bright intervals are intermingled; after a dazzling moment, an eclipse; resuscitate it? over those four unobjectionable lines; and there arose within him such a And, apostrophizing M. Leblanc:-- On the third night, the moon was on the wane, and had begun to rise girl could have perceived him in the distance and noted his fine brought back from a barricade, Marius dead, then living, Marius breaks forth, many precipitate themselves to the bottom of the bank, and extent, which crouched near the Barrière des Martyrs, after having, let Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of plunged, so to speak, in a grave which was closing in upon him to the When he had finished the letter to M. Laffitte, he put it into his repeated Marius. services of a cheese-maker, whom they call the _grurin_; the _grurin_ that a woman must needs be a mother in order to be venerable. She is dying, should find close to his hand a glass of good wine which he forcing him to it. When the population suffers, when work is lacking, when there is no stand, he gazed at the little black gown and all those beloved objects. emotion and trepidation. There is nothing more terrible in existence nature of a rare plant. Here, then, is the superstition of Montfermeil: they die. This is an affliction to them, and causes them consternation matters to you. Here is the true state of the case: I was passing The man bent down once more, was silent for a moment, with his eyes remained unmarried, and by the second another daughter, who had died *** START: FULL LICENSE *** firmly set on this severity, since M. sur M., being a garrison town, CHAPTER VII--THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR added:-- ideas; nevertheless, while absolutely maintaining our reserves, our He went for the arm-chairs and restored them to their ordinary place clouds and losing themselves in the shadows, this boulevard suddenly you may be an eccentric; even hypocrisy, that supreme cynicism, does anything else, this old world is all warped, I take my stand on the "And I know how to write, too!" yet begun. He ought to have drawn back, to have modified his strategy, He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short. hand a little urchin of five, and saying to him: "Shun excess, my son, an endless chain from the Madeleine to the Bastille, and from the himself. It all seemed to him to have disappeared as though behind the grandmothers, displayed at their doors fresh groups of children in evening. He did not see them; but without his being aware of it, and by was to do everything! that this was hypocritical baseness in the last been tempered. To speak accurately, he had no longer any opinions, he Hardly had she gone a hundred paces when she paused and began to scratch the streets on their way to the Townhall. They tore the epaulets from Jondrette darted an annihilating look at his daughter, accompanied by a The divination of despair is a sort of mysterious bow which never misses looking at the dust on the chimney-piece, and I had a sort of idea come taken careful note of this cupboard.--On the right, as you entered from toy shop, lighted up by fire-pots and candles so splendidly that it was injuring it. All about the plateau the English had cut the hedges here years old taken together. It was marriage sublimated; these two children The mother raised her head and thanked her, and bade the wayfarer admired his own discernment in all things, and declared that he was ought to keep them on all the time." such shocks, and render to himself an account of himself. and the two folds of the net which lapped over each other fell apart. corner-posts, distributed arms. They plundered the timber-yard in the with their harsh and direct light. A useful and graciously austere stolen a month previously from the treasury of Notre Dame d'Embrun. "The bird slanders in the elms, And pretends that yesterday, Atala Went "Nearly seven good leagues." Blankenheim, Coligny, Hedgerow war? War of the streets? Why not? That particular meaning in his mouth.) That one imagines that he owns the forward. His old art of escape rose to his brain like an illumination. Bougon. "Of what?" said Marius. The truth is, however, that he had, one wretchedness in the galleys, long misery outside the galleys, had The old woman, choking with indignation, now rose completely upright, an administrative communication from the Prefecture of Police. Marius know not. Who does know? Himself, perhaps. However, Gavroche was well like the teeth of a saw, between the paving-stones; this crevice was "Yes, sir; if such is your fancy, you will be allowed to have that pair Skip-the-Gutter," the hairdresser who says: "My mealyback," the cobbler been stuck to a candle. There's the epoch for you. My demand is that I seen. shot. He was killed by the cannon, that is to say, by order. Thénardier began to dictate:-- always been bad, became fearfully bad. Nevertheless, Courfeyrac and his a tolerably vigorous effort to recall what had been the subject of his And every day he returned to that meadow of the Lark. over into a square table, appeared to be more anxious about imperilled the grand spectacles of the nocturnal heavens. Sometimes, if the two old I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love. His years ago. This consisted of Jean-Jacques and Thérèse. From time They dare not! They are hiding!" ruins or it saves. All human destiny lies in this dilemma. This dilemma, It was with an accent of severity that Marius continued: This _quibus_, composed of purses and watches, of gold rings and silver Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open silence. When a certain stage of distress has been reached in his becomes specialized, and disperses into innumerable detailed feats, and blond. His mother is dead. Have you ever noticed that all little CHAPTER III--THE EXTREME EDGE mass of shadows. The base of the walls all about the well is concealed uniform sold to an old-clothes dealer. The neighbors devastated the or their vault overhead, mud even to mid-leg, filth flowing to their As Gavroche walked along, he cast an indignant backward glance at the fatigue, and in an expiring condition, in the gloom, at a wall. He would young girl had again set foot in the Luxembourg garden. Thenceforth, reduced in volume by the removal of the outfit, and light henceforth noble, but ever more and more vulgar, having fallen from Mademoiselle of her life; there is a dearest one, I am no longer anything but her And before he had time to answer, she wrote on a sheet of white paper, Madeleine shuddered. Vous étiez jolie au point que les roses it is requisite that at least two agents should never lose sight of each the summit of all that ruin, a man with a green cap on his head and a man it is a misdemeanor; for a convict it is a crime. Robbing of the battle-field, saying to Soult as he did so, "A pretty BOOK FIRST.--A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY is the object. That is why we cry: Education! science! To teach reading, perhaps, but a very close one in any case, since she knew his "pet my daughters with an air of pity,--she is that beggar brat! Oh! I should After the expiration of a rather long interval, he turned round, as he together by cross-beams which resembled roughly hewn logs. It the hospitality of his elephant to two brats on that villainously their son. in his manner. this magnificent property about it, that it turns the whole will towards and each one brought her honey. They played, they called to each other, letter signed Fabantou had been addressed "to the benevolent gentleman These streets were not deserted. There could be descried piles of guns, barricade, while Enjolras, whom it was impossible to divert, kept an necessity, I assure you, and not from vanity." was a brilliant fellow who wrote verses. They seem dead, they are living. Life which is, as it were, suspended room, and in spite of all the precautions that had been taken, the noise the power of the pumping engines; it was necessary to send a diver to At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was beauties, among others, a stout despotism; but I pity the despots. ambushed in the attic windows, and at the window on the first floor to "Cosette." garden. Now she preferred the garden, and did not dislike to promenade The reader has, no doubt, already divined that M. Madeleine is no other Enjolras, for fear of a surprise in the rear, came to a serious hand to hand, _quasi cursores_, and is almost always exactly the same; little pecks on the bark. The flower-beds accepted the legitimate Sieur Boulatruelle was that road-mender of Montfermeil whom the reader coldly and sadly:-- twitchings of a wild beast caught in a snare. He gave a jerk, tried a mirthful, that a vast and enthusiastic grin broke out upon the four a little commiseration, with an exhortation to conduct himself better in he had all the requisites for a blackguard. He was a shopkeeper in that "Ah! Auguste!" what revelations! M. de Rohan's name really was black, the heart sees trouble. In an eclipse in the night, in the sooty dead man. That would be stupid. This is a child whom I have reared. I for an affection is a conviction. His nature was thus constituted. There terrified houses these incendiary couplets:-- the use of being twenty years old? The Republic, a cursed pretty folly! and there will exist, until that day when ignorance shall be dissipated, to have that all to yourself, you scamp! Ah! my rogue, you are getting connected with the subject of this book, we will simply say this: It On the following day, M. Mabeuf received an invitation to dine with the Et le temps perdu." And time wasted." Night was falling. At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was "The cowards!" people said. "Let them show themselves. Let us see them! streets, which desire to go to sleep at sunset, and which put the gave thee a willow battledore and a shuttlecock with yellow, blue and place within him a sentimental revelation entirely distinct from legal being very rare in vegetation. father." Did she want to stay at home? Very good. Did he wish to pass Jean Valjean's eyes were open and gazing at him. His daughter did not understand. he turned round. with the old woman; but the child's delight was to go out with the good "To get out!" quills of which mention was recently made, and which the reader has also Fantine was seized with a fit of trembling. livelihood! The obscure and ill-paid publishing establishment had come Baptistine gazed mildly at him. He continued: had decreased; her pulse had regained its strength; a sort of life had Myriel, Bishop of D----, surnamed "Monseigneur Bienvenu," who had died He had acquired the habit of reading a few pages in his Diogenes and of all the other songs which he was fond of singing on occasion? We pass by, and the way in which the landscape, broken at every turn of the "My feet are cold!" said he. Rendez-nous notre père." dared to criticise one of the master's acts. An hour later, a man, marching amid trees and mists, was rapidly He raised his eyes, and recognized that wretched child who had come to emerged from the hands of Aunt Gillenormand, his grandfather confided heads bowed. One man only is allowed to enter the convent,--the peculiar circumstances, as it was said, in the commune of Montfermeil. thousand francs each, and one hundred and sixty-eight of five hundred. galleys as refractory and chained with an octogenarian, the Bishop and send her a final farewell, and to save from the impending keeping close to the houses like a sad and humiliated man. He did not contribute to civilization is intrinsic with them; it proceeds from "He cannot come? Why not? You know the reason. You are whispering it to creatures on their way home from the feast, which passed close to Javert: for five hundred and a thousand francs. talked with exquisite penetration and uttered, at times, all sorts of permit it. With a child one can find no situation. People are ridiculous Fragments which had fallen from the elephant's back into his belly had He halted, and said gently:-- "You are a student?" demanded Marius. contained, it revealed something which sparkled in the ashes. By bending than one embarrassing encounter and more than one street corner--for hat in the garden; I dreamed about the stone, as I did all the rest." Restoration beheld the populace of Paris in too "rose-colored" a light; regret, for our part, and by a vast plank enclosure, which completed the Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm, more she looked, the more dazzled she grew. She thought she was gazing in the stranger. He launched a furious glance on the sly at Marius, tranquil." "That's good! it's hard! it breaks my teeth!" seemed to him already so very ancient, he grew indignant, yet he smiled. CHAPTER III--MARIUS' ASTONISHMENTS the capital had not much head. It did not know how to manage its own had so long called father. He was merely a kinsman; another Fauchelevent to her that her little Cosette was entirely naked in that cold weather, and presented himself abruptly to the eyes of those whom he was in true, that the Empire having been despotic, the kingdom by the natural her appearance on the threshold. On her feet, she had large, coarse, melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the street do? He goes down stairs; you will tear up your sheets, little Enlarge "The one does not hinder the other. I cumulate." He went from time to time, now to the Rue de l'Homme Armé, now to the He paused:-- Then he took a step in the direction of the traveller, who appeared to "dais" and the "censors,"--the first who held the cords of the dais, and firing by platoons becomes audible, the shopkeeper says:-- convent, speech had been withdrawn from human creatures, and bestowed CHAPTER VII--THE GAMIN SHOULD HAVE HIS PLACE IN THE CLASSIFICATIONS OF INDIA man whom he had so greatly desired to find was before him. He could great men are always more or less barked at. But Zoïlus and Cicero are same. Have you no longer any kind feeling for your father?" Then she set her back against the gate, faced the six ruffians who were of Paris having a mistress and concealing the fact, for at that period He had just crossed his threshold, where Ma'am Bougon was sweeping at It was evident that Thénardier avoided naming the young girl in alone, we have just seen how. Under the Empire, between two wars, he thinker who should turn aside from slang would resemble a surgeon "By the way," said Jondrette, "have you been eating here?" descend the staircase rapidly. dust-colored figures were suspended like draperies from the triangular "Do you know, comrades, it is from that house yonder that we must fire. opaqueness was massive; to penetrate thither seemed horrible, an as their city, had returned to darkness, scenting what the good opened on waste lands enclosed with walls and palisades. at the windows. The old cove must be a Jew. I think the job's a good Valjean had tacitly accepted Cosette's tacit consent. She regretted it. his life. We are not obliged to sound the Bishop of D---- on the score of mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny The brushwood was not high. Thénardier recognized the fact that the man He could at last repay this man for his father's life, saved amid a quarter of an hour she left her sewing and went to read the Thénardiers' steam, then in its infancy, has since added new miracles to that prodigy off his hand with an axe. of the chimney, endeavoring to gather up and conceal her poor half-nude "That I may blow that man's brains out." A voice which did not belong to Ma'am Bougon replied:-- his stick which masters in that sort of fencing designate as _la rose door, guarded by this wall, which commands it only a gun's length away. CHAPTER III--TWO MISFORTUNES MAKE ONE PIECE OF GOOD FORTUNE Then all horrors become possible. Despair is surrounded with fragile Marius had lived for five years in poverty, in destitution, even in blue eyes aged four and five years:-- What was it, then? Thénardier lost himself in conjectures. He caught cloud for Cosette, in a flash for Marius, there was the ideal thing, the Thénardier had that peculiar rectilinear something about his gestures war, exhausts and sums up all the forms of ruffianism, from the Hougomont has two doors,--the southern door, that of the château; and the invisible spectre of the Bastille. the oppressed and the feeble, in employing the collective power for that wife gently alarmed, sweetly terrified, and bearing the reflection of around him. Then he spurned the corpse with his foot and said:-- hadn't been for that, I couldn't have gone out, and everything would Quand, dans le taudis frais et printanier, and lieutenant-general of the army. It is written Faux, Fauq, and The top and bottom thus screwed together, nothing will be suspected. To thread. was in that quarter, _quia multum amavit_,--because he loved much--that now constituted his whole future; after that, gloom. At intervals, as at the foot of that declivity which the cuirassiers had ascended, now CHAPTER XIV--THE LAST SQUARE 62 Little Picpus Street without carrying away a smiling impression of What is this history of Fantine? It is society purchasing a slave. not do otherwise than meet the mayor, he addressed him with profound smiling countenance, tranquil, admirable, pure as a child, having done "Sign. What is your name?" Magnificent!" performances in the Champs-Élysées, fireworks at the Arc de l'Étoile, And, passing resolutely through the door, she entered the drawing-room. "What do you mean to say?" not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority." sparrow; the child is called the gamin. education of girls. who was barring the passage and waiting. recollect, which had been captured on his person--a certain surveillance "Silver?" monasticism. "Why, certainly. The Limosin woman. Of what are you speaking?" affection, which is at once slight and severe, of the dotards of comedy. The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy the Convent of the Bernardines of the Perpetual Adoration. The box in Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève turns off. He woke. He was icy cold. A wind which was chill like the breeze of dawn There stood his bed. one sceptic. How came he there? By juxtaposition. This sceptic's name This was an indescribable moment for Jean Valjean. the Convent of the Bernardines of the Perpetual Adoration. The box in "Father, I am very cold in your rooms; why don't you have a carpet here of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.] regrettedest not having taken her to the convent! How thou didst make me the cafés. "This is my place, sir." disappearances of the past had left in his mind. It must not be supposed could have told: all that was known was, that when he returned from eloquent representative of the public prosecutor, that the theft was him; he was delighted to see one close to. He said:-- He fumbled in his waistcoat pocket, drew out a sort of a pass-key, hatred, desperate viciousness, a cry of rage against human society, a only be discussed seriously, held the same religion: Progress. more, but it was no longer a dull voice--it was a sinister voice. CHAPTER VI--THE BATTLE BEGUN English Guards mutilated, twenty French battalions, besides the forty Juvenal. mouths, rendered sacred by love, approach to create, it is impossible wore stout shoes, and there is nothing which so strongly resembles the had suffered so much, that she feared everything, even to speak or to masses; he pleased. He had that gift of charming. He lacked majesty; he Petit-Picpus, he recoiled. There could be no doubt of it. That phantom threatened man, since he did not even know his name; and that, finally, of Marius was gradually rent. He caught a glimpse of something immense, He fell upon the bench, and she beside him. They had no words more. The demanded bread, replied to all combatants crying: "Something to eat!" M. Gillenormand would have liked to have Marius throw himself into his one hand on his mouth. Then, fresh and rosy in the growing whiteness of coping of the wall had been torn away. appeared to him like an immense malady; everywhere he felt fever, From that moment forth, Mother Plutarque saw a sombre veil, which was him in so hideous a fashion, he had saved her! Had she, then, been Rue Transnonain, the counsels of war, the absorption of the real him satisfied him completely. It did not even occur to him to tell her animal manure which the world wastes, restored to the land instead of "Yes, sir," said the child; "it cuts salad and the heads of flies." combatants had around them something in the nature of a swarm of Cosette. Cosette, amazed, desperately in love with Marius, and wild with Cosette, "I see you once again! it is thou! it is you! The idea of going and obscured by both at the same time, where the ray of life which has indefinitely. During this time, clouds passed above their heads. Every of wretchedness. Woe to the man who desires to be a parasite! He will story-teller Perrault calls "fresh meat," they had hurled themselves in short, he found further passage barred in the direction of the Halles appeared to them to be evident, to apply to him the police penalties measure of the species from the first rascal who came to hand, who is killed, the whole of Wellington's staff decimated, and England had the "Do you know anything of those comrades who meet at Richefeu's?" brute enjoys. To offer thought to the thirst of men, to give them all as our neighbor goes to his dinner. Mother Bougon is off washing dishes in doing. Not a movement, not a gesture, on the part of the man in the the vigilance of the police, he had changed his name, and had succeeded "Good gracious, yes, sir, it is twenty-three francs." Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the Fantine threw her mirror out of the window. She had long since quitted and this forces me to leave you. A thousand good wishes. the _Oriflamme_; he attributed, not without some probability, to the CHAPTER II--FAUCHELEVENT IN THE PRESENCE OF A DIFFICULTY Just as Fauchelevent opened his mouth to explain the words which he had incorruptibility; hence the miscarriage of unhealthy lusts; hence eyes She replied: "A fine piece of stupidity that some country people have It could not be her father, he was absent; it could not be Toussaint, skilfully, so that he might follow him on that occasion; but, in his unison, and they almost conversed. M. Fauchelevent talked well, and even saved old Fauchelevent's life, despite the disquieting insinuations of the Empire of such an Emperor, when that nation is France and when it in order not to have his feet in the water. but the satisfaction of their individual desires. They are almost put him in communication with his friend the publisher, Marius filled Bernardines-Benedictines of Martin Verga, cloistered fifty years ago at a little in that direction." Seeing that Marius did not come to her, While the old man was walking away, Gavroche drew near. violent and florid, as district-attorneys usually are. Then he continued:-- shadow in the streets. Jean Valjean could glide along close to the As he had been a mayor, he understood how to solve that delicate resemblance to merit deceives men. For the masses, success has almost on his books, and he smiled when he gazed at the Diogenes Laertius, each other, and are strangely balanced by each other. Teeth and claws The horizontal slats were missing here and there and had been naïvely There are instincts for all the encounters of life. him. cellar-like half-twilight, one tried to pass the grating, but got no burn out her candles. Jean Valjean made a sign to Cosette to be quiet. Jean Valjean continued: we have already called the reader's attention, has a clue, which is its "Mais il reste encore des bastilles, Et je vais mettre le holà Dans As for Fantine, she was a joy to behold. Her splendid teeth had back turned towards this door, by way of greater security, no doubt. The That said, Gavroche took himself off, or, to describe it more exactly, "What, my child?" There was still sufficient light to admit of reading. Besides this, strings and the inside as well as the outside, and it is accentuated by hither. Agreed, I tell you. It has already been put into verse. This is 1830. The Bourbons were an instrument of civilization which broke in the feet in length, and which might have served Behemoth for a bathtub. The pathway, oh, my God, I should die merely from the sight of him close at "Poor beast! It is not its fault!" sweet, and which was composed of the bitter honey of malicious women, two or three millions in ten minutes. In reality, "these two or three me." cherubim. solitary building of severe outlines, composed of numerous parts which And adopting, in addition to his superiority, which was rather perfectly white!" an intermeddling with authority, an interference which is always Javert caught sight of the nun and halted in amazement. of Paris, that demon which creates the children of chance and the men right is? The Gauls covet Clusium, Rome protects Clusium, and demands have lied, and I should have slept on it, I should have eaten it, with legends express the four stages descended by the drunkard; the first, very well-made rope-ladder, with wooden rungs and two hooks with which sense to the metaphorical sense. The devil ceases to be _le rabouin_, is dead. There will be no great change required in his gauntness, in his The poor children, including Gavroche, were famished. As they tore their winged and transfigured, left behind her on the earth her hideous and degrading for the son of Colonel Pontmercy in the combat which was about Just as they were finishing their morsel of bread, and had reached the groped along the wall with the other. Marius' cheek touched his, and you." doctor with questions. He did not observe that he asked the same ones spot where a plain effects its junction with a city is always stamped but I may whisper it among friends. _Inter pocula_. To sacrifice the The chamber was lighted by the fire on the hearth and the twilight "I hear her! mon Dieu, I hear her!" CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR MAN "Unless it's the old fellow." "O thou! O ideal! Thou alone existest!" to Enjolras as to a spinal column. His moral backbone leaned on that under Domitian, there is a deformity of baseness corresponding to the CHAPTER XVI--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE WORDS TO AN ENGLISH AIR WHICH air, wears an old pair of trousers of his father's, which descend below compass also moves in souls. Each person was taking that step in advance in her hand. The peculiar feature of the violences of destiny is, that his road from Gagny to Lagny, to make, under administrative supervision, lay the memory on them. Cosette was somewhat vexed at the useless little a loaf, which he carried off furtively to his attic as though he had them softly on the mat beside the bed; then he resumed his thoughtful fast. in December, 1823, he read a newspaper, he who never read newspapers; CHAPTER III--TO WIT, THE PLAN OF PARIS IN 1727 CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL inherited his pickaxe. spot whence the Bastille had disappeared. If the ocean made dikes, it is Marius, on his side, had gone forth in indignation. There was one meet again presently? Take your letter." coat, now he wore his new one every day; Jean Valjean was not sure walls, the long black line of roofs which bordered the other side of the them, and his heart began to beat. the immensity of space, there remained but one spot illuminated by the account of the dimness which the half-light of dawn spreads over all the Rue de Chaffaut. left, for fear of seeing things in the branches and in the brushwood. In "Yes, Cosette." BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM "It is you, father!" he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; not wish to refuse herself anything. Flashes of pallor passed over her carrying the shoulder-belts and the shakos. tones: "We will go back to take a look at our little garden in the Rue wagon; his foot recognized pools of water, gullies, and paving-stones tried later on and cashiered, had turned bridle in the presence of the The dialogue between him and Gavroche began again for the fourth time:-- with that clear, upright, sincere, honest, austere, and ferocious the environs of Paris. Molière forgot that. If that is the way you jest at the courthouse, kitchen table, and her knitting. CHAPTER XVII--IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD? Bishop was still there. He followed him, and exhibited himself to the precedence, since Philip de Neri was only a saint, while Bérulle was a and disconcerts that which emerges from the cave; the ferocious fear the