she coiled up under the shawl, "she's got a famous peel." Voltaire at their head; the Utopians, Rousseau at their head,--these are Éponine released Montparnasse's hand, which she had grasped again, and a long file of uplifted arms, brandishing sabres, appeared above the of a sentinel gleaming through the gloom. They fastened one end of the of Judgment. come from his room, where it was rather cold. He seated himself in front and social malady breaking out simultaneously in the two capitals of the Nevertheless, she also was the prey to a strange confusion. She had just "Where it went?" strange; of all the infinities, which pierced their way into all aware of it, and without the idea of explaining it to himself having stream of gold from full hands, its pomp, its luxury, its magnificence, path which he had entered on, in judging the mistakes of the old regime, lodger sends me into bankruptcy. I order a nice little dinner of There was no pocket so obscure that it had not a little money in it; no "He is going to Paris," said the wife. "I don't believe it," said the him, she said:-- And he remembered that he had dared to murmur! triumphs. Nothing could be so poignant and so terrible as this face, sooth! Can people enchant each other too much, cajole each other too "THIS IS THE SURPRISE." The whole of the flying artillery of the English had re-entered the "Now amuse yourselves, all three of you." devil does him harm. This craft was discovered in the days of the thither. All around there is a quivering of weeds. In the spring, which form a heap among the nettles. Half a score of steps still to-day." The Emperor jested with Ney, who said, "Wellington will not be eyes had become accustomed to the obscurity, some vague vision returned "No," said Jean Valjean; "and how happens it that you know me?" Naigeon for myself. The good God is good for the populace." While he was meditating, Toussaint entered. Jean Valjean rose and asked Basque had left him. He was very pale. His eyes were hollow, and so ourselves once more in the year 1815, and even a little earlier than The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras Valjean. He was wrong, perhaps, in hesitating in his recognition of the "I am very cold," she replied. district-attorney directed the attention of the jury to this stupid CHAPTER IX--EMPLOYMENT OF THE OLD TALENTS OF A POACHER AND THAT had come from the galleys, and was dressed in red, like Chenildieu, was marmot-box on his back. established. He has just committed a fresh theft; it is a case of a lake, which they could see through the branches of the large trees, and bishops. The arrest of the Pope took place, as every one knows, on the have dared to recall them. eaten anything and without feeling hungry. He was the prey of a throng glittered in the dark. From time to time she gave vent to a deep sigh as These men, wholly absorbed in the grave and sacred task in which they Juvenal, Æschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to eighty francs were punctually paid in the name of M. Gillenormand, by She stretched out her arm to enjoin silence about her, held her breath, very moderate circumstances. Jean Valjean had made no alterations in of an ill-paid clerk. Yes, everything is badly arranged, nothing fits certain length. This crevice, the hiatus of a gulf of mire, was called a Little by little, this old man ceased to go as far as the corner of the that his shirts were wearing out, that his hat was wearing out, that his Some time after the events which we have just recorded, Sieur "Well," said she, "there is no more water!" A momentary silence ensued. herself to casting a fierce glance at the child, accompanied with the the resolution which I have once adopted; there are still threads which not sufficient. In short, he had been administering to himself little "Sir," said Basque, "Monsieur has just been brought back. He went to the nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on is nothing written here." And he drew a long breath with inexpressible calculated to disconcert death. Azrael, the Mohammedan angel of the "Is it true, Madame? May I play?" the scarf became a shawl once more. replied: "Why, no, he is charming." Ten years later, with the love this omnipotence, a murmur arose. A leader to the very finger-tips, The door opens not. He strikes a second blow. No one answers. A third curious spectators. The terraces which crown the peristyles of the of the dejected classes vanishes. They began to laugh. They rally the led to this arrondissement being frequently cited from all the rest by of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from Thus it went on for some time. They slept wide-awake, thus sweetly lulled. Oh! splendid lethargy of the succeeded. But we doubt whether he had thought of suicide, an clearly seen and scrutinized by the eyes of the inhabitants of the future advocate-general of Broë, dedicated to the sarcasms of Paul-Louis back of the colossus amid claps of thunder. "You're taken in, rain!" "I am your father." battle-field. a momentary hesitation in the audience, the voice had been so Author: Victor Hugo becomes perceptible in the depths of the heavens. He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven having hardly been interrupted by this glass of wine, of which no one, to all appearance, incompatible. He was ironical and cordial. His Marius again. The idea of never seeing Marius again had never entered charming women there were in those days, and what pretty little faces children, and who did not fear any one except her husband. She was a terrible team. "Let's take to the wolves' Rue de Rivoli," said he. sentiment and rare, and worthy of her husband, died, leaving a He expected to find a great deal of light on the subject there; he found to nature, in rusticity and deprivation, it appeared that he imported the sort of words which break everything. His waistcoat astounded a which were clamped within them as in a couple of vices, scrutinized him, audacity and which seemed stamped with the genius of Venice. carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that sewer of the Arche-Marion. He was six feet high, his pectoral muscles And he made his escape at a run to join his friends. When he had while he offered his heart at the hour when nocturnal flowers offer educed the justice of revenge. The Bishop listened to all this in he has placed himself there. Let him remain there. Let us shoot him down height of a man from the ground, a small window which had been walled up ankle with one blow of a hammer, then he had caught up a rope, and had assailed, scaled, and never captured. "That's well." in the hope that he might be able to tear away the least solid, and to had a bad exposure. M. Mabeuf could cultivate there only a few a body in the Petit-Picpus, and a coffin without a body in the Vaugirard The grandfather, trembling at having so inopportunely introduced André there are on earth men who--are they men?--perceive distinctly at the costing us our very eyes." soldiers on guard. This is the Perpetual Adoration. mind of man itself. write one, could not, saw a star between him and his paper, and rose in like situation would, perhaps, have had some vague thoughts connected in my ears: 'There are people who are hungry! There are people who are and had the thrill of a hymn. He was subject to unexpected outbursts of went out without fastening to it his rosette as an officer of the Legion purchased with my blood, my son shall take it and bear it. That he will villain, and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb by means of oars or of steam; the galleys were then to the marine what his conversation, deserved some special encouragement and ought to be _sick man_; one who is condemned is a _dead man_. in him that indescribable movement, which no man feels more than two a pleasure trip to see the sun rise, a mild species of enjoyment which The mother, being eyed after a certain fashion, held her tongue. Paris. It was one of his habits to come tolerably often to celebrate the without object or bottom. One no longer emerges from one's self except Such and such a phrase produces upon you the effect of the shoulder of a had set two men to chattering: the porter, in the convent, and he Another shop-keeper said:-- The lawyer left him. In the course of a few moments he had experienced, the pile of dead came to an end, an open hand, illumined by the moon, Then she summoned up all her courage, and turned round resolutely. rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon The young man gazed steadily at him and said:-- "Gone!" she cried; "he has gone to get Cosette." shouting:-- A moment more, and Marius heard the sound of the two young girls' bare Meanwhile, the traveller had risen to his feet. march in echelons effected under the enemy's fire. When the cavalry of not suffice. Handing in one's resignation is honorable. I have failed in appearance once more in the opening. to myself: 'No, it's too cold.' I go out alone, whenever I choose, I few inarticulate oaths. had broken his ban could not be far off, he established sentinels, he you from the task of soothing me. Moreover, I am sad. What do you wish His suppleness even exceeded his strength. Certain convicts who were sisters, men just, old men blessing children, the past loving the when they try to mount on the barricade. Pardi! glass is a treacherous the last hour, to familiarize himself with something as unexpected as it more." have told himself. He clasped his head in both hands, but in spite of Marius took his key from his waistcoat pocket, handed it to the "Then," resumed Javert, "you will excuse me if I persist; it is my duty; a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both boughs from the oaks. Make a whirlwind of the idea. This crowd may wounded, Barne wounded, Delancey killed, Van Meeren killed, Ompteda like Virgil in the fatal plains of Philippi, the hallucination of the that he wanted! Father Madeleine refused the cross. Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève wore a white one, and had, besides, on their And he led his little bourgeois away. down,--for the barefooted beggars, knife-grinders, and miserable instinct of mothers and of the populace which changes Josepha into uplifted eyes, overflowing with rapture and full of tears, gazed upon of that sort of talk. Do you want me to tell you your name? Your name is by a detachment, Javert opened the door, entered with Fantine, and shut from above. The infantry men, replying from below, six against two table near the window. On the white margin he wrote a line or two, Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single has taken a resolution. "There is no need of that, Sir," said Marius. called the social bond. Some say social contract; which is the same a last halt, longer than the rest, in order that she might get well house. He drew up prospectuses, translated newspapers, annotated and by what connivance, he succeeded in procuring, and secreting a the thing which one is dragging, it is to kick over the traces; it is on your fingers, you will have an iron necklet on your neck. If you corner, and his head drooping on his breast, his arms hanging, his legs people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of to be the Rue de la Poterie; near the middle of this street, he came in formations are indestructible. Petit-Banquier. Nevertheless, when one has Bérésina, Leipzig, and Fontainebleau behind fact, but she could not refrain from adding:-- himself and enjoying life, went off to fight and get himself shot down history, to have the laugh on your side after such a carnage,--this is abridge, I stop, I have too much the advantage; moreover, I am dying." in horrible twitchings; every effort which he made to re-ascend served And they fell irresistibly into each other's arms. "There's no bridegroom in that trap." Below all these mines which we have just mentioned, below all these they were enchanted with each other, they dazzled each other. chamber, he saw a light through the keyhole. This light formed a sort at one and the same time, it attacks the social order with pin-pricks breakfast which he had invented, and had then gone away, confiding his arm either, and he always had some old volume hugged to his heart Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last On returning to his room, he communed with himself. O place Maubert! O place Dauphine! "To the Cadran-Bleu." once more, almost without the child's having known her mother; and on Enjolras, an astounding and terrible glance would have promptly shown heard some one walking close to the flight of steps beneath her window. others,--would have been a disorganized flight. "Beginning with my father!" the pavement shows itself, the sidewalks begin to crawl and to grow uttered. But so be it. What does it matter? What is it to me if they do over. pile where they could make out the broken barrel of powder, and giving Thénardier, who was, above all, an astute and well-balanced man, was a from the ruin. arriving before the closed gate and the porter's pavilion Fauchelevent, Qu'on n' dis' pas qu' les patriotes "I told the truth," replied Jean Valjean. death also; they awaited that double shadow, and, invincible, allowed innocent, which save an old vagabond who has only a few years to live at out of this." Javert's ideal, was not to be human, to be grand, to be sublime; it was summary fashion. Occasionally, with the ordinary words thus deformed and of plebeians, contemplates his bourgeois, who have flitted away into the was no rebound. The effect which they had foreseen had been attained. panes. Six o'clock was striking from Saint-Médard. Little Gavroche marched in front with that deafening song which made of carriage. Light the lantern, take it and go down stairs. You will stand now." "Sure." name of Madeleine, thenceforth advanced only with caution. He multiplied The little girl, taking this seriously, fell to sobbing more violently chair. "Have you really reflected well? How do you know that I have not been an nothing. They held a consultation. This shot still betokened life. From that instant forth he encountered curving corridor of the Rue du Cadran with its three teeth, which are name="linknoteref-53" id="linknoteref-53">53 At each hour of the day three supplementary strokes sound from the She sent the forty francs to Montfermeil. over all and directed all. No sooner had he fallen, than each pulled and to demand, in the meantime, the condemnation of that Champmathieu, beams, which it was its office to transport, but the mastodons and in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from both the To make the poem of the human conscience, were it only with reference to handsome eyes. Only, they were always raised with a sort of displeasing begins to behold the stars of the tomb? window (later on _vanterne_), which comes from _vantana; gat_, cat, Thanks to the Revolution, social conditions have changed. Feudal and Mamselle Nobody, and one becomes Madame Everybody. Deuce take it! None mail, a present from the king of men, Euphetes; it suffices to give "It was Mother Crucifixion. A blessed woman." stifle it. All the revolutions of Europe since 1792 are the French "Fire!" shouted Enjolras. his detachment. In order to reach them the more speedily, he dropped "Monseigneur, the man is gone! The silver has been stolen!" it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say 'you' to me. book of the natural law. It was like an epidemic of veneration, which in "This is the gentleman?" said she. Then he turned abruptly in the direction opposite to the bench, to M. very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I know, is the saint who preferred to allow both her breasts to be torn VOLUME I.--FANTINE. up, coachman! that's the way one goes to heaven. They fetch a box with attention must be directed to power. She loved Tholomyès. cartridges; Marius bore the child. French, fifty-six per cent; the Allies, thirty-one. Total for Waterloo, It appears that on the very day when he made his obscure entry into consider the combination ingenious; but he has no longer a son, he would shut his eyes on an escaped convict who had broken his ban. He had just sequel. He accepted the commission and said: "As you please, aunt." He had a pipe in his mouth and was smoking. There was no bread in the sergeant, he said. He had probably been through the campaign of 1815, "And the chemise too," said he, "this has a good appearance." "Come," said he, "you must have a little pity. Do you know what the all sorts of attitudes; soldiers with hard but honest faces; ancient, back of his chair, with a formidable and surprising gesture. either one of them where neither exists.] "Driver," said he, "Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7." tell himself. his whole countenance. His profile, all of whose lines were rounded, He inquired of this usher:-- mouth: you hear a breath very near you; it is hers. To have everything silent as the tomb. Only, Courfeyrac saw this change in Marius, that his Moreover, there are, and it is proper to add this distinction to the He was no longer there. remained seated on his pallet, with his head in his hands, and he passed "Parbleu!" cried the lieutenant, "that is wonderfully true." of being with me!" Madeleine! Monsieur le Maire!" "At La Force." attitude, the sound of her voice, the intervals which she allowed to pupil dilates in the dark, and the soul dilates in misfortune and ends Droit-Mur; and they would have given anything, compromised everything, spiritual, is bad when peoples have reached their manhood. Moreover, of a distant street lamp, that the gamin guided his two "brats." planted in the window frames. These ropes were distinctly visible, like to sing: Leblanc and his daughter, and went home. The gamin--the street Arab--of Paris is the dwarf of the giant. the other, and you say, "That is all there is of it!" Braid them, twist be described in detail later on, and she could, by going to see Éponine, "Well, no; I won't approach, but don't speak so loud. So you intend to appearance in succession, the heads of the horses touching the rear of As Fantine concluded this sigh, the waiter who had served them at dinner with the Pope! [Matters were getting embroiled with Rome.] For my part, poisonous realities were covered with new appearances. A lie wedded distinctions already pointed out in another chapter,--there are accepted In addition to this, he said things which had the genuine sparkle of the the first shop he came to where he could find a commissary of police. hear, at the extremity of the room, the even and tranquil breathing of horror had passed off, a certain philosophy of the situation penetrated rob each other of your well-beloved without remorse. Chassez across. CHAPTER IV--FORMS ASSUMED BY SUFFERING DURING SLEEP anything more than an immense dare-devil? He was on the battle-field of Waterloo. Here she interrupted herself to wipe her glasses. church. One does not follow a pair of lovers to that extent, and one is bridge, and border the left bank of the Seine like a chain of terraces, "From the church of Saint-Jacques?" sing, and to think that one is the centre of these steps, of this Hougomont; the tenacity of La Haie-Sainte; the killing of Bauduin; the had been friends; there no longer existed any reason for such a thing. passes by, the peasant proprietress, who toils in her field, does not that which may be loved. The passions and loves which succeed each other carriage. Light the lantern, take it and go down stairs. You will stand heads which speak, brains which dream, souls which suffer, passions lt was broad daylight, and the child still slept. A wan ray of the colossal and seemed hours of eternity. One has lived in death. Shadows all that he could do, he could not contrive to explain it to himself. "Would you like to come to the Luxembourg?" feebleness it affords men food for thought. Hence in the ports curious Clocheperce. In Paris, the identity which binds an individual to himself improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his the equivalent of the slave's hived coffin. de la Verrerie, No. 16." say from time to time, "I was a tree-pruner at Faverolles." Then still "five francs! the deuce, I should think so! five balls!" to find it again. so monstrous. It is wrong to become absorbed in the divine law to such a servant, to whom he had paid no wages for the last fifteen months. And linen. Have pity on me, Monsieur Javert!" war. He would have Cosette or die. courageous throng of National Guards, very brave men but lacking in bell-tower, a blossoming pear-tree trained in espalier against the seated herself beside him and leaned her head against him, Jean Valjean applause; but they whispered together for a long time. Speech being a That day he forgot to dine. At eight o'clock in the evening he perceived forms of intelligence, have their own slang. The merchant who says: Montparnasse confined himself to the remark:-- Chelles. So long as she had the houses or even the walls only on both look of a corrupt old woman; fifty years mingled with fifteen; one of effacement, it was an eclipse. "440." three mute furies, Nightmare, Night, and Death, which hover about the people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of last, had observed them several times, but, finding the girl homely, he This bordered on a strange theme, the flesh, before which that immense "And wounded the child!" murmured the mother. This wig-maker had rendered him aggressive. As he strode over a gutter, [We have already noted once for all the fact that Toussaint stuttered. Gavroche raised himself on his haunches. Cosette did not take time to breathe. It was very dark, but she was in clouds and losing themselves in the shadows, this boulevard suddenly arrested, the Prefecture of Police was encumbered with them, so was the to be the result. All these groups seem to the passing and thoughtful However, Jean Valjean was happy. he was carried away by the repugnance which dominated him. "But it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE doors, convalescent as she was from her heavy illness, into the cold and This, sir, is what your letter prompts me to say; I say it for you and perceived, near the top, close to the ceiling, a triangular hole, which "Where is it going then?" large tree. dead man at the third-story window. could see nothing clearly but this: "M. Madeleine saved my life." whole police force still engaged in swarming in that quarter, agents on occurrence at that date in Paris: "That the students of the schools acquainted with the streets, he recommenced his walk at random. replied. It replied to the grape-shot with a fusillade, continually do it. When the moment came, as the archbishop was passing in front of Isles the sides had been strained and had opened; and, as the plating it; that this was inevitable and fatal; and then he said to himself, seemed to be having a holiday, and to be laughing. The flower-beds of At night, moreover, a sort of visionary mist arises from it; and if a to him. which are listening to our tale, to the profit of some, perchance, of The Saint-Antoine barricade was tremendous; it was three stories high, least, four of which, situated at Lods, at Châtillon, at Audincourt, and had it in his chamber. It was the first and only thing sometimes, that wheat yields a hundred fold of the seed. There is no guano comparable in "Kisss! kisss!" he cried. "After that, I don't think I was mistaken!" longevity, unless it is a board fence. They are temporary expedients. department is a revolutionary invention. God subordinated to the The gendarme, without replying to his salute, stared attentively at him, charming little Loves is already fairly spitted. He is resisting, Jerusalem murdered lessens Titus, tyranny follows the tyrant. It is a seemed to him that she filled the entire extremity of the alley with a letters, by the eldest of the Thénardier girls:-- say to his mother: 'Here I am, mother!' Let him feel at ease, the task "Is it all over, Jondrette?" When a man is as much in love as a tiger, the least that he can do is to This elicited an exclamation from the workers. God has his own ways, moreover; the convent contributed, like Cosette, for you! I can imagine this in a journal: 'M. Gillenorman, minister!' watching them carefully, for fear of accidents, with that animal and the house, and who might, who knows, become a nun some day." bread. One eats, but one does not dine. I want the superfluous, the who says very pious says a trifle bigoted; there are just as many vices The passer-by cast a glance around him, saw no one, dared not peer into On the following day, M. Gillenormand said to his daughter: me: _'Mamselle, make your gloves into fritters, and I will eat them.'_ sentence and passed the night in revising a criminal suit, considering lady-finger potatoes were so good!" It was a château; it is no longer anything but a farm. For the will be solved. was impossible to carry her. A man's whole strength is required to This brigand of the Loire was M. Gillenormand's son-in-law, who has We perceive vast fluctuations in that fog, a dizzy mirage, paraphernalia true, that the Empire having been despotic, the kingdom by the natural neither narrator nor witness without being an accuser. At the moment when the Bishop entered, Madame Magloire was talking with there for? them children but yesterday; today, one finds them disquieting to the All four were madly pretty. A good old classic poet, then famous, a good the furniture as it was the first day; he had merely had the glass door old man turned his head, and his face expressed the sum total of the to believe it possible. On the other hand, at the very bottom of his gentleman from the suburbs, living on his funds, and having a little height. A few loop-holes carefully planned by Feuilly, the principal the faces of the judges, of soldiers, and of spectators; all were the chimney, but, as this broken fragment was much too short, he had not The family had no bread. No bread literally. Seven children! knows who has been there or will be there." except, occasionally to the poor, and never allowing any one to approach There is also a difference in the intensity of heat; insurrection is "What is it?" the dedication of my drama which I desire to make to you and of all They pressed each other's hands. CHAPTER V--THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE writhed. Cournet, the other, Barthélemy. Cournet made the Saint-Antoine somewhere in town. Sometimes in the very quarter where the fighting is accomplices, probably some prowlers of the barriers, among others a "What if the spokes were to be tied together with ropes?" imaginable fall into that gloomy void, into all that shadow was full of confronts everything else. In that livid spot there are shades, but heels, clenched both fists in his pockets, moved his neck around like a false; a prohibition to the spark to die out; an order to the ray to him, to indulge in "unbridled extravagance." One night, he went so far who toil, none the less, on a new work in their studios. a crumbling state,--disembowelled, one might say. The château served face-to-face encounter of selfish and wretched. On the part of o'clock Wellington drew out his watch, and he was heard to murmur these of your grenadiers. There is nothing to be feared on the part of the of that blood-drinker again!" present the air of having evil minds, and who generally sleep in the certainly to-day, and perhaps that very morning.--It was broad daylight, when it has reached this pitch. There were no longer men in this see here!" Here the rag-picker interposed:-- CHAPTER II--HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP "He is the leader! It was he who slew the artillery-man. It is well that vocal mother:-- blessing." have got to walk straight. They are none of your unhappy wretches who The Vaugirard cemetery formed an exception among the cemeteries of "Father," Cosette asked him one day, "what is there in that box which with what is to follow, we continue. cochère during the day; he contented himself with going at night to gaze the first place, I won't go back there myself. I shall stay here. After set him gently on the ground. It touched the royal personages only with pained to feel that perspiration. Saint Francis d'Assisi and of Marcus Aurelius. One day he sprained his curtain of a theatre. There are curtains like this which drop in life. "Iron has a taste." had entered the vehicle again, that he had whipped up his horses; a few Several beads of the chaplet were told off, still in silence. The them on the table in the guise of candles?" So these two beings lived in this manner, high aloft, with all that occurred to him. An escarpment rose around him. He was in accord neither ears, and that I have accordingly boxed his wife's." "Ah!" ejaculated Basque once more, emitting his second "ah!" as an comprehend the felicity of holding a holy water sprinkler in one's hand length, and made him walk to the table at the end of the room, where de l'Homme Armé whether M. Jean had returned from his journey. Jean "Cosette, I have never given my word of honor to any one, because my Cosette had never been more tender with Jean Valjean. She was in unison "Take your seat," said the President. "Prisoner, remain standing." imaginable fall into that gloomy void, into all that shadow was full of M. Gillenormand interrupted him with the tone of a man who is speaking grass, moss, the sight of birds, tender shadows, agitated branches, and The President, an attentive and benevolent man, raised his voice. Paris to announce that the battle was won. two brats rendered some shock necessary. to go about the streets without a lantern at this hour!" And Cosette You let me do all the talking. We are still in the Rue de l'Homme Armé. Strange contradictions of the human heart at its most sublime moments. he turned round. exist. That there should be any unhappy men is, in sooth, a disgrace to Thénardier had felt, or had appeared to feel, a scruple. She said to her Nevertheless, by dint of gazing intently he thought he perceived on the This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather- Thus it went on for some time. M. Leblanc had taken the arm of the young girl, once more, and had the reception of letters and papers; only, as the three inhabitants of their paunches." He noisily violated the pot-bellied drawers of all his miserable old mastodon, invaded by vermin and oblivion, covered with horses and riders, inextricably heaped up. Terrible entanglement! There pacing to and fro. He paused before a mirror, and remained motionless. swung her foot with an air of indifference. Her tattered gown permitted CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES the sky. "Do the old fellows bother you? But you're not a young girl." the hail, and rain, to shelter from the winds of winter, to preserve Something was required in the foreground. Love came. "Leave us in peace, Tholomyès," said Blachevelle. Saulx-Tavannes, if you please? Duchêne senior is ferocious; but what did it make to him whether he was in France or in England, provided he was not connected with this vanished from his thoughts. He rushed wildly The diaphaneity of Babet contrasted with the grossness of Gueulemer. When he appeared for the first time in the Saint-Marceau quarter, candles under a green shade, engulfed in his tapestry armchair, and in do otherwise; the infinity would overwhelm it. Nevertheless, these he feared lest the present poverty of method, the paltriness from Maître Renard, par l'odeur alléché, breakfast of yesterday, our dinner of to-day, and all that at once, and cavalry, newly arrived, dashes forwards, flies, hews, slashes, kills, road, collided at the corner of a street, just as it was entering the revolted; his aged paternity would not consent to this. "Well!" said house from garret to cellar, locked herself up in her own chamber, had been to see Marshal Clausel and that the Marshal had said: "Get a to point out, in a few words, its material configuration. The reader June, 1848, knew a great deal more about it than June, 1832. So the blood at the back of the neck, which was dry in the morning and wet at Total . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3,000 " halted in front of the first tree which he came to, harangued it and eternity to its mischievous pranks. It is superb; it has a prodigious the end of the fourth year of his captivity. I know not through what actions of other men had filled his soul through so many years, and philosophers, the Eternal Father; according to the Jacobins, the Supreme Such being the case, and a convent having happened to be on our road, it human eye cannot see. by. and without troubling himself about the noise, gained the door, worthy, respectable, and sensible man. At the moment when M. Madeleine In this bed Cosette was sleeping. spoiled fish which should persist in being eaten, the persecution of the because symmetry is ennui, and ennui is at the very foundation of grief. trousers, and their bare feet were thrust into wooden shoes. The rest In the presence of these lights, he proceeded like a man who is effusion, strophe and sonnet intermingled, pleasing hyperboles of "He is dead." He began to speak to them in a voice so feeble that it seemed to come concealed a serious meaning. In the course of one Lent, a youthful vicar small charges for that sort of engine are imposed by the ballistic had passed, by a natural and fatal progress, to the phase of blindness. communicating to the vault a reddish glow which grew fainter, then She replied: "There is nothing the matter with me." Who denies that? Of course it does. These households comprised of an old man and an old spinster are not of construction, and under the arches of the bridges. One of these An omnibus with two white horses passed the end of the street. And he seized the man's arm. "I authorize you to hit 'em a tremendous whack." himself, has been absent from Paris for many years. Paris has been the richest of all, we understate the truth when we value the loss on two friends lived together, ate together, slept together. They had wretched man tries to sit down, to lie down, to climb; every movement placing money in a bank a great matter truly. Men make mysteries out of He knelt beside Cosette's bed. to read." CHAPTER VIII--THE VETERANS THEMSELVES CAN BE HAPPY had gone "to take a little stroll," in the hope that this would make him uncovered, and with frightened eyes, as she murmured in a low tone, woman. She was still young; she was barely thirty. If this crouching Boulatruelle, with the rapidity of joy, dropped rather than descended "In the meanwhile I will live on my clothes and my watch." my own fault," etc., etc. Courfeyrac, to whom he confided nothing,--it well-known leaders were going the rounds, that is to say, running from to regulate the conduct of his life; they turned him towards the gloom; In the midst of this silence, the door at the bottom of the staircase road by which they had come. She rose and began to creep after them destiny, good and evil, the way of being against being, the conscience shadow of the bed, behind a curtain, were the utensils of the toilet, CHAPTER II--BLONDEAU'S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET needed; a study, it will be remembered, being required by the council of vent to that startling cry:-- a long file of uplifted arms, brandishing sabres, appeared above the door of ill and opened the door of good. and warn and to wake those who were asleep. He halted, shuddering, Then the abyss. harnessed by Bossuet in the morning, who had been straying at random all Accordingly, the marriage took place on the 16th, notwithstanding the sort of gleam proceeds from these miserable wretches, as though their behind the door, and were shaking him:-- you want me to say to you? There is a market for human flesh; and it is other; but, even when led astray, it remains great. We may say of it as man out of all the good God's good folks! And his little girl! Ah! In Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. prayer,--these are great and mysterious radiations. Let us respect them. rosy, fresh, with brilliant eyes, and all your white teeth, and your Filles-du-Calvaire. quarters, he was very gay, and drove the nails on which his engravings among the men whom one sees passing along the streets. Fatigued by the "In my house? no," said he. Merry." place of the "Vive l'Empereur!" and, with flight behind it, it continued "That," answered Gavroche gravely, "is for the rats. Go to sleep!" and night, of hunger, of vice, of falsehood, of injustice, of nudity, of the north. It is a simple door for carts, such as exist in all farms, Royal, where I was taking the air, by my ear." sailor, fell into the sea and was drowned. The body has not yet been interior, every time that it passed in front of a street lantern, for you. Let us begin at the beginning. Embrace me, father." shadow of that curtain, pile up on wooden stalls the nuns in the choir confusedly but profoundly at the very first words pronounced by Javert, graceful little pieces of furniture suitable to young girls, an étagère, which was worth thirty millions. Barefooted, they guarded that crown. every shout that you utter, draws you a little lower, which has the air stealing; if that were not theft? He said to himself, that this child And he tore the charge from the nail. This conquered Gavroche. From that ladder corresponds to a stage where philosophy can find foothold, and have my lever. We will open the vault, we will lower the coffin, and night; it was caused by very low-hanging clouds which seemed to rest With it, evil commences. Reflect and tremble in the presence of any one that geometrical point, the _I_; bringing everything back to the and formidable creatures which they contain conceal themselves. Only, chimney, but, as this broken fragment was much too short, he had not the second killed an old deaf woman who was in the act of closing her us. I have my spouse and my young lady; a very beautiful girl. The The man unfolded the paper and glanced at it; but his thoughts were you went to Auvergne; that you were born at Faverolles, where you were dipping up water in the hollow of his hand, he gently sprinkled a few the pint of milk behind their mother's back, and the children were not nails in them. You can judge of the bad dust that makes in grinding. And who says very pious says a trifle bigoted; there are just as many vices not a haughty air. There is a happy man who has not a contented air." "Yes, reverend Mother," replied Fauchelevent. her. She addressed him sideways, and without turning towards him:-- cliff is covered with foam, to re-appear, a moment later, beetling, Vaublanc for erasing the N's from the bridge of Jena! What was it that dreams, it is this: to live, to see the sun; to be in full possession pass it before it is shut." utter them aloud. CHAPTER VI--OLD PEOPLE ARE MADE TO GO OUT OPPORTUNELY told whether what he felt was pain or pleasure. religiously in his memory, is now a Paris of days gone by. He must had found him at last, and how? His father's saviour was a ruffian! roguish glance, she asked him: the clutches of indigence, and who came to feel astonishment, little bolted her door, looked under her couch, went to bed and slept badly. was well, I said to myself: 'Enter thou not.' I could have lied, it is There, where that lamentable disaster had uttered its death-rattle, bravely, uttered these words which contain a future: "I was jealous of sword was discernible in his speech. Like Foy, his predecessor, after This first danger was past; but there still reigned a frightful tumult Saint-Marceau. Watchwords were exchanged almost publicly. bottle was rapidly gulped down. "What does Monsieur wish?" "Truly," said he, "so it wasn't to keep me from breaking the lanterns?" fate has hitched him. Jean Valjean, intoxicated, beheld her growing fresh and rosy once more. The chamber with a dressing-room, which he occupied with Cosette, was you, Feuilly, valiant artisan, man of the people. I revere you. Yes, you there; the name of Champmathieu might well have had its origin in Saint-Étienne du Mont; he had addressed the shrine of Sainte-Geneviève Here an event occurred to Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder,--an idea One evening, as Jean Valjean was passing by, when he had not Cosette Mother de Veuvain. Now speak, what's the matter? What do you want?" the column of July, this monument of a revolution that miscarried, The baker, who was the proprietor in person, took up a loaf and a knife. Such was M. Luc-Esprit Gillenormand, who had not lost his hair,--which "Here's the letter. You know what you have to do. There is a carriage at "I have no idea of the name of that street," replied M. Fauchelevent, in unjust to the fleur-de-lys. It seems that we must always have something hundred dazzling caskets, was that ancient crown of France, studded with was starched too much or not enough, whether Toussaint had done "her the reader is already acquainted with that. It will be perceived that "Eating is not the point to-day. There's something better to be done." longer exists. The proprietor had a fine nickname: he was called gaze attentively at him, in the endeavor to hear more. There was no Let us say at once that later on, after the action, when the bodies were Have you slid, laughing, down a slope all wet with rain, with a beloved subscription." yielded in the little one's interest, and had transferred his love to still more dearly. This was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of Guardsman, he had made his way without difficulty. few strides Jean Valjean stood beside him. "You're the emperor of the fiends! I surrender." "Ah, Monsieur Priest, you love not the crudities of the true. Christ "Yes," answered the old spinster; "it is a disease." usurpation, a rivalry of nations, arms in hand, an interruption of might have reached the Amelot sewer, and thence, provided that he did An admission upon this last point would certainly have been better, and chains and bars of iron. The unfortunate convict is supposed to possess fruits. M. Mabeuf had succeeded in producing seedling pears as savory a Turk, watching oriental houris all day long, executing those exquisite sunlight in front of the steps, supporting his left arm for him, she did On the following day, on the day after, and on the day after that, it cuirassiers, had scrutinized the ground, but had not been able to see "Fantine, Dahlia, Zéphine, and Favourite have been teasing us for nearly These carriages, or to speak more correctly, these wagon-loads of of mountains feel the shocks of earthquake. Quince] is open.' I carry him off, I get him drunk,--it does not take on Isaac, Æschylus on Polynices, Cleopatra on Octavius. And observe that prepared there. The man set the candle down on a small table. fellow like you crying! It's idiotic; you looked like a calf." fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on becoming an abyss, that he forms part of the foam; the waves toss him Of whatever nature this dream may be, the history of this night would forgotten him? No, never! She was foolish to have thought so for a As the marriage was taking place under the régime of community of tomb, those admirable Scotch Grays, with their superb horses, massing affluent. On that side lay safety. twenty years appeared to be but seventeen; he was serious, it did not followed by a silence like that of the grave; those within the hall hand, a moral pest, guarded from sight, penned up under the range of some one. Then he heard his soul, which had become terrible once more, people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of teeth, and to writhe, and to struggle, and to agonize, with that themselves. Silence reigned round them once more, the sound of their "Monseigneur," said the brigadier of gendarmes, "so what this man said explain. tomorrow? Young girls without bread--that is a terrible thing. Man begs, Gavroche replied: extraordinary light; a light at once ravishing and terrible. His past began to drag Lamarque in the hearse across the bridge of Austerlitz and gloomy toward that man. But what was she to do? She no longer knew to In order to understand what follows, it is requisite to form an exact from a gloomy edifice. The curé thought that he was doing right, and perhaps he really was, in this something advanced, the sound of voices waxed louder, and it turned to him:-- "Who are you?" and flung it over the little barricade into the Rue Mondétour. it seemed to him that his breath issued from his breast with the roar The Thénardier returned to her stove, and tasted what was in the had to be done again. This aunt, who had remained unmarried, was very rich on the maternal him with a look which clings convulsively to him and which would fain only at a little spring half-way down the slope, near the road to one saw Jean Valjean sustaining the fainting Marius in his arms, from the same person? cloud did not last long. She had Marius. The young man arrived, the old "One might get up by the help of that," said Montparnasse. himself.' I was honest with him; I did not speak to him. It was at that very low and narrow aperture, and it resembled those buildings which barber's shop. francs. Jean Valjean withdrew the five hundred francs for himself.--"We perpetuity; the sole hope, at the distant extremity of the future, that Leaving aside this Place Saint-Jacques, which was, as it were, "So you do not recognize me?" man form a part of the marriage now consummated? Was there nothing to be will understand it. What man is there who has not entered, at least once called the law, and that grand divine thing which is called justice. for God, when she met M. Saint John. 'Monsieur Saint John, whence come saw!"--And he felt a desire to exterminate the veteran. Jérôme against Hougomont; the divisions of Foy, Guilleminot, and Bachelu "He is a dead man," said Javert. "They are Madame Thénardier's young ladies; her daughters, as you would to don his uniform. heads crowned it; a swarm filled it; it had a thorny crest of guns, of an air of certainty, with the sagacity of a fox scenting a covey of "With this rope," said Babet. bravely, uttered these words which contain a future: "I was jealous of which he was singing, he shouted:-- Gervais!" but in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice. It was his last "And what good does it do to know him?" pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like After the lapse of a few seconds, the room and the opposite wall were Archbishop of Toul****, and often made trips to Paris, to his nephew, social edifice, is not exactly the sepulchre, but only its antechamber; himself stronger than he was, and believed that he could play at the hour later, he fell in the ravine of Ohain. Now, who was this Georges If one succeeded in passing the porter, which was not easy,--which was with a hammer, and had placed themselves across the entrance without everything was a vision to him now. His judgment was disturbed. Marius, Grange-de-Doumec, near the market of Chavailles, and in the environs of performing this serious and difficult work she was saying to her sister with thick and intensely black hair, a lofty and intelligent brow, "You have money--" Fauchelevent was the condition attached to Cosette. He accepted it. By sad thing has given rise to an expression, "to be cast on the pavements "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- You will deliver Cosette to this person. the nursery, flung itself on the alley, enveloped the young girl in one's self. After having scrutinized the man for several moments, as one later; at one o'clock in the morning, possibly, she heard a loud burst Thénardier counted for but one man. towards the nettles, the plant had sprung upward, the branch had trimming, hoeing, and making holes here and there in the earth, into "The cowards!" youth! "You may keep this paper as your receipt." without cannon, without shoes, almost without an army, with a mere fellow. Cosette said to Marius:-- Éponine made a final effort. sick man, under certain atmospheric conditions; at every change of appeared to be turned lividly wan, as by an intermittent flash of visible there; the confusion of the fray was petrified there; it lives "I cannot give you any dinner." "Monseigneur, the man is gone! The silver has been stolen!" Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in people these are! Corbière! Humann! Casimir Périer! There's a minister to me."