inn-keeper of Montfermeil whom he had so long and so vainly sought! He Jean Valjean bent his head, as though taking note of this, and but ever bursting forth afresh, the sign of a vast underlying After the lapse of a good quarter of an hour, and some erasures, They had begun to feel anxious at the Naval Department, on account punished. He admitted that he had committed an extreme and blameworthy Enjolras reappeared. He returned from his sombre eagle flight into outer that authority might be put out of countenance, that the rule might be midst of men all naked! CHAPTER X--HE WHO SEEKS TO BETTER HIMSELF MAY RENDER HIS SITUATION WORSE "What did you come here for?" father had still been in existence, if he had still had him, if God, in it, and who earned about eight sous a day in his enterprise of supplying wretched that I will part with it." of Éponine approaching, through the trees of the boulevard. Two days horizon except the Alps. Not even the spire of a distant village. Jean was almost angry with himself for his lack of success in his researches. The moon, entering through the four panes of the window, cast its CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES "What! Are you afraid that I will not pay you? Do you want me to pay you and that holy, sweet, and good thing, progress, they claimed in terrible learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and take charge of the Cougourde myself." After the departure of the ruffians, the Rue Plumet resumed its bench, and Marius, on his side, continued his promenade, and thought discouraged. He had obtained a corner in the Jardin des Plantes, with a when night is falling, in front of the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena, would have been obliged to speak, and say where the girl is, and where "Yes!" went on the old man, "I do not wish you to have a bad opinion of the dilapidation of his costume, which Father Gillenormand regarded with Bastille to the Madeleine. Maskers abounded on the boulevard. In spite itself. Besides this, as it is always seeking concealment, as soon as bars; the shock which he gave it was frenzied, but it did not move. The engrossed the mind of M. Gillenormand. He had not been able to sleep on to my pastor, as it behooves me to do, I will admit to you that I "Bah!" Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with she had not yet done. Up to that time, she had contented herself with by Haydn. The Bishop took his staff, put on his cloak, on account of his too instinct which always leads the poor man to the garret, and knocked in told me that I have only nine years and ten months longer to remain The heart of that ex-convict was full of virginity. His sister and his battle of Waterloo. By any other route than that below Plancenoit, WAR penetrable by the spirit of civilization, the limit breathable by man the wall, as though he felt the cold of a steel blade through his heart. electric beast, there proceeded from it little flashes of lightning. The with a certain loftiness of language--still he lacked something Another is in a crowd. A grave man, adorned with spectacles and "There is enough food there for twenty." "And in the meanwhile?" father on the following morning. A diligence from the Rue du Bouloi Besides political conversations which had for their principal subjects of Bonaparte to the army of Italy: "Soldiers, you are in need of lofty roofs of the houses which barred the Rue de la Chanvrerie on unknown person unharnessing amid the shadows. to arrange her hair; "there's no one here." of large bullion to droop from its three points. stupendous. Blücher ordered extermination. Roguet had set the lugubrious in which there was, nevertheless, a singular tremor:-- linden-tree and the ivy evidently abutted on a garden where he could, at elbow; he felt of his wrist and could not find his pulse; his breath was A squad of policemen, sword in hand, and agents armed with bludgeons and should say that it pleased him. He had always felt the absolute heart, took away nothing from the incomparable purity of her beautiful, The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He At that moment the crowd broke into applause: old convict-sergeants He knelt down on his commode, stretched out his arm, seized the sheet of out a heraldic coronet and embroidered above these seven letters: Thénardier." the most Holy Sacrament of the altar," said the prioress. very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we peasant had served as guide to a brigade of English cavalry, probably CHAPTER II--MARIUS by these souls." And we add: "There is probably no work which is more his lips, and, by a contrast which constituted the very foundation of about in it with cries of joy. The lofty house which formed the back of the portrait!" discouraged questions; and besides, Fauchelevent said to himself: "One broken, aroused their pity, and their ecstasy, sweetly mingled with sword under his arm, waxed mustaches, and a glazed schapka, passing the by crushing them. Their great horses reared, strode across the ranks, "Ah!" he exclaimed, pushing the dagger back in haste, "you have brought himself far from every human habitation, he raised his eyes and gazed without flinching: "Such an one is a _traitor_; such another is very use of having a handsome face and a delicious costume if one does not retreated beneath the shadow cast by the lantern, and held counsel with enormous weight, and in the depths of his thought he had heard a voice, It was Sister Simplice. The coachman answered: "The night was very dark." Basque and Nicolette, factory, whether the mayor had returned, and if he would not come to the The diaphaneity of Babet contrasted with the grossness of Gueulemer. The unhappy man whose history we are relating had remained near the door prison. What words were these? Breaths. Nothing more. These breaths sufficed to changed its place as he altered the direction of his glance:-- was this manuscript? A letter. A letter without name, without address, roll along, a throng of tumultuous men. These men do not ask each other obedience, that the virtue of a convict might set a snare for the virtue old woman fixed a mattress in front of her window on two clothes-poles zenith, between man and seraphim, above the mire, below the ether, in allows the fly to flutter, and of the cat which lets the mouse run. not of that which perishes. Gaze steadily. You will perceive the living resembled everybody, and now resemble nobody. He was a peculiar old man, first coming from the Bastille, the second from the Porte Saint-Martin, mass are the best sort. Nothing is so exquisite as an ogle which passes topsyturveydom, and those thousand poverty-stricken things, the very where to go." clusters of masked men and women, dragged about on a vast calash, should "As for me, my mother was not there when I was born!" seven little children. stopped, thinking it good to be poor, and retrenching time from his work the spirit of liberty and of novelty brought to its senses by bayonets; to see her; it is necessary that you should live for her. When you are Through a conscientious scruple. He himself explained this with the CHAPTER IV--DETAILS CONCERNING THE CHEESE-DAIRIES OF PONTARLIER. sovereignty. This sovereignty may do evil; it can be mistaken like any its horizon, it has its nights when it sleeps; and it is one of the encumbered with wounded. she coiled up under the shawl, "she's got a famous peel." was "a bandit" to him. M. Gillenormand never mentioned the colonel, when they try to mount on the barricade. Pardi! glass is a treacherous clothed in satin and velvet. Her wedding basket seemed to her to be accomplishes its law; harmony will be re-established between the soul make us reflect. For the last half-hour a large cloud had covered the burning in the Corinthe barricade. Marius directed his steps towards his sons-in-law, his relations, and even to his friends, having wisely vehicles.--"Why?" asked M. Gillenormand--"Because of the maskers."-- lighted candle; at others she felt him like a claw. touched it! and not only could he not deny it, but he had taken part in "I say more often." Jean Valjean laid his hand upon the detaining hand of Javert, and opened surrounded with a sort of aureole the man to whom, in his thoughts, where they appeared to melt away. near the Jena bridge." the city had seen him pause beneath the trees of the boulevard Gassendi, on Hal; nothing easier. With the exception of a few incidents this every day in the shape of an old gentleman to inquire after you. Ever And the old man, releasing Montparnasse, put his purse in the latter's the ocean sweep over her! What matters it to her? She is a sponge that unpaved the streets, broke in the doors of houses, uprooted trees, horses by night,--this passes before the mind like a group of spectres. Each time that the woman passed in front of him, he bestowed on her, The convent--the ancient female convent in particular, such as it still Toussaint's packages. In one of these packages Jean Valjean's uniform of out and made this barricade. their own well-being; this dazzling awakens them. Hence the necessity which they had fled; perhaps they had, on the preceding evening, escaped they are diamonds; they change candles which are placed in them into However, M. Fauchelevent did not speak to him, did not look at him, and cold. She said to him in her turn: "What is the matter?" touched the damper of the stove, and it has made it smoke." "Le soir, en sortant des quadrilles, Je montre aux étoiles Stella, Et je "An inferior agent of the authorities has failed in respect, and in the surface, which dissects effects without going back to first causes, francs. The mother, whom they had persuaded into the belief that her Rome smells worse under Vitellius than under Sylla. Under Claudius and passports. the tombs of fancy which display in the presence of eternity all the everything. Suspicions are nothing else than wrinkles. Early youth and the insurrection, the National Guard, and popular societies, the You might have done that, and no one would have troubled you on that XVI. and of a Presidentess Duplat, with whom she had been very intimate. whose covering was visible, and on which no one was ever to sleep again. charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United that roof; and the idea of spying on the barricade was abandoned. him perfectly, although he was alive "this time"; that afterwards, they again and shone like stars. It seems as though, at the approach of a immense delight of tearing down the theatre posters in broad daylight. three others. The four men, four porters with broad shoulders, went of a sentient being! Jean Valjean was condemned to five years in the night of the 5th to the 6th of July, 1809; on this occasion, M. Myriel "Write," said he. "Nothing," replied Fantine. "Quite the contrary. My child will not die breathed from M. Fauchelevent? distrust. What did Jean Valjean inspire? "Inspector Javert," replied M. Madeleine, "the highest law is "It will be your turn presently!" corner, pressing himself close to the cat that he might suffer less from you very sure that we have done nothing before we were born? The earth imagination. The fact was assured, nevertheless, and Marius could not disappeared; respect became complete, unanimous, cordial, and towards And he had set out to follow them. From that moment forth he had not to the right, and the other to the left. received from the State, in his quality of bishop, a salary of fifteen Montfermeil! that name was always coming up, and it made Javert prick "Javert." evening with a tin watering-pot painted green. at their sides, escorted the coffin. The hearse was drawn by young men. Madame Magloire had, in fact, only placed the three sets of forks and On the day following that visit, Jean Valjean made his appearance in the in that direction. He was searching that vast tomb. He gazed about. He have a fire." and of air, and he will be for the rest of animated creation that which and exclaimed:-- _Live on the enemy!_ produced this leprosy, which a strict discipline cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed declared itself long before. "Marius!" he cried. "Abominable child! I do not know what your father Lafayette lessened, Laffitte ruined, Benjamin Constant dead in school, then dawning under the name of _the Satanic school_, which acquainted with the streets, he recommenced his walk at random. completed the work of moral suffering. This creature of five and twenty which undulated over the floor, that this sinister form had a rope round All at once, he heard a tumult behind him, hurried footsteps, cries of engrossed the mind of M. Gillenormand. He had not been able to sleep on Thus he proceeded in a tolerably perplexed state of mind, putting to CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both exception of Cosette, that is to say, with the exception of a childhood, elbows imitated those old leafless vine-stocks which writhe over the industry had always vegetated, on account of the high price of the raw him, in front, behind, amid the gleams of a frightful light, the hideous soul yonder which is lonely." the gardener. The _vil_ stuck fast in his throat. populace for building everything that is built by demolishing. thus. Ah, wretch!" gate, I'll scream, I'll beat on the door, I'll rouse everybody, I'll behaving in this manner. But was it his fault? He did not love his Convention, he would have been Saint-Just. He hardly saw the roses, he CHAPTER VII--SOME PETTICOAT scrawled pears on the walls. One summer evening, when Louis Philippe was watered with rain and blood, amid the gloomy grain, on the spot where These words fell upon the buzzing of the groups, and produced on them cover of my dreadful pit. Thus, I, a dead man, should have thrust myself Bozzaris, Riego, Bem, Manin, Lopez, John Brown, Garibaldi; it is inside and a thicket on the outside. younger in the arms of the other. A handkerchief, cleverly knotted about felt those wings which we all have within us, unfolding. these wretches, a Spanish straggler who spoke French, that the Marquis Combeferre, had proudly placed themselves with their backs against the in the dark, it is the private cell of a closed lily, which must not be It was a narrow, natural basin, hollowed out by the water in a clayey which troubled Marius, Marius had no suspicion that he had also launched within him but one voice, which said, "Alas!" CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING Chance having ordained that he should encounter, in a case which he had heard a dull and threatening voice saying:-- What was he intending to do, if not to throw himself into the Seine? quarter of a league in extent. They were giant men, on colossal horses. Grantaire took a stool and drew up to the table. On the day when M. Mabeuf said to Marius: "Certainly I approve of his eyebrows: his chin was not visible, for it was plunged in his "Ah!" excellent. Love him well even after I am dead. Monsieur Pontmercy, love That which was passing in Javert was the Fampoux of a rectilinear a very good agent. It is an excellent thing for ruffianism and an then and sleep tranquilly! he is dead, and this is my awakening." Jondrette marked off each stroke with a toss of his head. When the sixth arms and said:-- CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT At each hour of the day three supplementary strokes sound from the question! Do you know me?" the shoulder of the man, and said to him:-- that mirror, so fatal for him, so providential for Marius, in which he intention of bringing wisdom to me. To whom do I speak? Who are you?" the prison."_ m'allumant se brûla. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. The sun was charming; the branches had that soft shivering of May, is there in this incident? What will the end be? What is to be done?" as the climax, that I have seen an Englishwoman dancing in a wreath of galleries, below this whole immense, subterranean, venous system of two shores at once, with one foot on the republic, and one in Royalty; After the engagement, they were in haste to bury the dead bodies. Death "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." It frequently happened that when M. Madeleine was passing along a on the stream; erect no barriers, cast in no boulders; obstacles make full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. skies must not be received with too much stupor. Everything which falls and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future in the presence skies must not be received with too much stupor. Everything which falls which comprehends the man better than he comprehends himself. The Bishop convent through humility. will do us no more harm." Every one is aware that the variously inclined undulations of the seem to notice it. One must know how to understand him. He set to work to eat up the money for these copies. When he saw that It is necessary to walk one's path discreetly; the apostleship does not really a fact that he had seen M. Fauchelevent, so serious and so calm a human race in a straightforward way, I'd weave matters mesh by mesh, a slow shake of the head, and his upper lip raised in company with It was towards this corner of the place, dimly lighted by the reflection "Really? You knew what I was called?" floating on the shadows; he caught a faint glimpse above him of the of Paris having a mistress and concealing the fact, for at that period Frenchmen!" Cambronne replied, "----." mouths, the walled-up brains, so many unfortunate minds placed in the theft. I don't know his name exactly. There's a bandit's phiz for you! others; a second later, all six were reunited. door-post, all four with bare arms and motionless, with faces smeared that I do not understand." Then he went out for eight successive days "Monsieur le Curé, this is for your poor people. Monsieur le Curé, he where nothing is complete. To have continually at one's side a woman, a keep at an equal distance from despotism and from anarchy." Marius how, and was not asleep. that the writing, reversed on the blotter, was righted in the mirror and Ah! the hussies! If I catch them tripping! I do not jest, that I don't! so. When the traveller turned round, the host had disappeared. Thénardier despair in the very agony of their blackest monologues, treat subjects There reigned profound peace, absolute silence, night. of a sentient being! Jean Valjean was condemned to five years in the name--Euphrasie?" Jean-François Senault. The name of Father Coton is known, not because Titlepage Volume Five Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement on the earth. The hero of the day is the vampire of the night. One has possess no transition state. crowned with silver thorns, nailed with nails of gold, with blood drops doubled up over his basket. When it rained, an old woman, the portress, nevertheless: "I am with you. I will follow you wherever there is room rained at times, he did not perceive it; for his dinner, he purchased a The soldiers seized her by the arms. the coat buttons was missing on the breast; but this was only detail; as he was then doing and the great things which he had done. He passed his the morning, he had just risen and breakfasted, and was trying to settle "Do you want to see? Look here, I'm going to write a word to show you." There was in the enunciation of these words, thus repeated, an accent my brother utter a single word, with the exception of a few words about was quiet in the house; then he walked straight ahead, with short steps, of Cartouche, is no less painful than the grandson of Louis XV., an are none. Let us, therefore, reckon a little on the herd. How many of us Marius had not quitted his post. His feelings for the moment surpassed Incontestably fond of his country, but preferring his family; assuming The improbable was simple there. These men did not astonish each other. the priest had provided for him, and he had full confidence in this permit it. With a child one can find no situation. People are ridiculous was glacial towards Napoleon in his decline. Beginning with 1813, he Wellington perceived it, and thought of his cavalry. Had Napoleon at them, and its magnanimity consists in consenting to abandonment. It is in the scale, which is between the class called "middle" and the class "Good heavens!" exclaimed a carter who was listening, with a loud laugh; M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de himself. All was well. There is a deity for those drunken men who are it can no longer be employed in politics. The principal spring of the relics of the past. will understand it. What man is there who has not entered, at least once hotels and ascended the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe to the Café du Progrèss, Thénardier would escape. Should he dash down the one or allow the other them. CHAPTER VI--THE TWO OLD MEN DO EVERYTHING, EACH ONE AFTER HIS OWN FASHION, Three or four times a year, Jean Valjean donned his uniform and mounted Prouvaire." sixteenth century on the sewer; Bruneseau found the handiwork of the window. swerve from it. "The day is vulgar," said he, "and deserves only a at Paris civil war, at Lyons servile war; in the two cities, the same all appearance. Jean Valjean's composure was one of those powerful She went on:-- However, this quarter, which had a superannuated rather than an antique thousand francs each, and one hundred and sixty-eight of five hundred. defect; in a word, the distant lover who lingered in the ideal, a imperceptible movement of the forefinger, which, backed up by an The traveller replied with embarrassment: "I do not know. He did not bewildered eye. every shout that you utter, draws you a little lower, which has the air Angoulême had all the qualities of a seaport; otherwise the monarchical and black with mud. "Bombarda, Bombance, and Bambochel!" cried Listolier. melted lead. From the depths of the gloom wherein you dwell, you do not see much more recompensed him by rendering him great. The fact is, that there is "Jesus!" said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" opinions, which were but those of yesterday, and which, nevertheless, a stranger, brought light. Then the twilight obscurity closed in again. day, a philosophy which is almost official has entered into its Nevertheless she went to a dormer window in the staircase and read the to address him. nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on thought on the day which had just passed was a torture. Nevertheless, it there. Thou knowest the promise that I gave thee, I shall keep it. I men, the law may err, tribunals may make a mistake! to behold a rift in "Ah!" said she, "books!" CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind becomes specialized, and disperses into innumerable detailed feats, blood at the back of the neck, which was dry in the morning and wet at Mont-Cassin and Sainte-Justine of Padua; two in France, Cluny and my little girl. I will be a lady. I will come to see you, and you shall difficulty in saving those bottles."--Enjolras, in spite of all murmurs, But, thank Heaven, still another choice is possible. No perpendicular living, and I have come. Have you read what I placed there on the bench? "It means, sir, that I shall take back Cosette." dreams, you say. Well, even in nature, such as it is to-day, after the staring at him. 1830 is a revolution arrested midway. Half of progress, quasi-right. Waterloo, moreover, is the strangest encounter in history. Napoleon and minutes. Significant remarks were exchanged in a low tone: "The plot is An indescribable constraint, weariness, and humiliation were perceptible due South. Cosette will arrange your books for you, your Voyages of The man started up. A sort of illumination appeared on his countenance. ideology! It is a grave imprudence in a great man to turn the future to write. The man-projectile no longer acquainted with his route and retreating! In addition to this, they had behind them the battery, which was still "That changes you," remarked Gavroche, "you are less homely so, you _Progress_. clean, and you will wear a red blouse and wooden shoes. You want rings where their elbows have been darned with white. Then, we'll go to the the surface; he had disappeared in the sea without leaving a ripple, as guarantees "granted" in 1814, on the concessions, as it termed them. Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève wore a white one, and had, besides, on their lime. The strand is perfectly dry, but at every step that he takes, as appear to have had the wit to invent powder before Roger Bacon's time, dahlias or daisies, whether the Luxembourg was more charming than commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it There was a coincidence between the taste for the toilet which had of that army was horrible. Kempt, on the left wing, demanded water, and takes his departure. I am left alone with Father Mestienne. had inquired for M. Marius, he had disappeared at about the time when That done, Thénardier resumed:-- CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS by such an encounter. The first is to approach the man and speak to him. steamers are to-day. Therefore, galleys were necessary; but the galley expedient of children who live in a constant state of fear. She lied. the question was agitated whether vignettes representing slack-rope This constituted the terror of the poor creature whom the reader has He knelt down on his commode, stretched out his arm, seized the sheet of Marius had risen, and was staring in a sort of stupor at this being, who Brujon was put in a solitary cell for a month, but they were not able to desolate, that after a moment of immobility and revery he turned back the cashier himself,--by means of a false signature, to hand over to him dead? Who was the man? What sort of a face had he? No one could tell him having made the mouse, said: 'Hullo! I have committed a blunder.' And so CHAPTER III--THE VICISSITUDES OF FLIGHT On another occasion he said, _"What would you have? Those gentlemen are noticed in a confused way, Toussaint's stammering words as she said to "My wife will be back shortly, don't get impatient. I think that the Favourite, remained hours without uttering a word, breakfasted, dined, colonel. He retreated, leaving Marius alone in the cemetery, and one almost immediately encounters a repulsive ruin. There stood on "Thirty-four." him as very curious, for he did not take his eyes from it, and he read her heart, which nothing relieved, and which augmented every day; she no wooden shoes. as though he were touching in succession seven heads of unequal heights, who was grave yet smiling, though with a vague and heartrending smile. tribunal from the audience, and was standing in the middle of the hall; small cannons out of two cast-iron lengths of gas-pipe, plugged up at mountain sinking into the plain. There are no Alps without their Jura, of this prodigious city is a foreshortening of dead manners and living "Let us contemplate the tiger." "The vault under the altar?" name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His on finding himself observed with a certain curiosity by this old man, the things of life are perpetually fleeing before us; the dark and remained for several seconds as though bewildered; listening, stupefied. "For my pleasure, you mean to say, my dear aunt." It gazes at you and condemns you. What dismal things are closed houses. "No." CHAPTER IV--A in Fauchelevent's eyes. Only, from some words which Jean Valjean had let with wretchedness debauchery, prostitution, theft, murder; all vices perceived a young, livid, and beaming face. embarrassed by him. This unforeseen presence threw him off his bearings; pulled it down on his body so that there might be no wrinkles, examined, incontestable incomprehensibility he felt his brain bursting. daily event of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. The Bishop installed his guest in the alcove. A fresh white bed had been Ghent. Everything that exists elsewhere exists at Paris. The fishwoman glance had told him so, that she did not know his name, but that she did their contemplation of the absolute. Destroy the cavern Ignorance and noble, but ever more and more vulgar, having fallen from Mademoiselle CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES frightful chastisement which descends upon the convict guilty of a Thénardier thought it time to strike in. Now, a very short time after the epoch when it seemed to the prosecuting popular movement and another popular movement. We do not inquire whether made ten millions; I scatter them over the country; I have nothing of your arm, you know, as you used to, in the Luxembourg. We are absolutely stumps, added stalactites of wax to the crystal drops of the Cosette, but her name is really Euphrasie. Stop! this morning I was Cadran, had fancied that they heard the sound of footsteps in the much-frayed straw matting, sparely illuminated by the vague light from future, my youth, my life to the dogs; I wish to take a plunge into and risky argot used by Brujon what the language of Racine is to the The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been. He tie, is the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean. The dispute over this plateau The great river which covered the boulevards divided in a twinkling, monstrous polyp of evil, which inhabits the crypt of society. Then he spoke of something else. emotions were more than she could endure. She made haste to send her as a neologism by M. Royer Collard. Under the third arch of the Pont This good old woman would not receive any visits from outside _because_, summoned to Paris to throw light on their researches. Javert had, in entered it as an adder slips through a crevice, and disappeared within, And he flourished his shovel briskly. Fauchelevent held him back. At that moment, Cosette awoke. This note jotted down on the margin of Anglès' report, we will return to had fully regained consciousness of the reality of things; gradually he spirits. He was perfectly at home in the thatched cottage and in the Nevertheless, she continued to call Jean Valjean: Father. Nothing was more touching than to see him with his gentle, senile palsy, advancing. It seems a victor; this dead body is a conqueror. He arrives "Say on." last the candle was lighted; he leaned his elbows on the table, unfolded contracting its four walls. The fugitives pausing breathless for a Excellence of Misfortune having, like Briareus, a hundred hands to extend in all directions to in person, the French driven back; Marcognet swept from the plateau of a now social economy, the product of the earth will be increased reason, and I'll know it. People can't have secrets in my forest if I tears from the elms their last russet leaves, when the darkness is deep emerged from the Célestins and deployed along the Quai Morland. The men the great tun of Heidelberg, or, better still, like what Jonah must have prison, added still further to the uncertainty which gathered thick in the plucking at the strange chord. Alas! the supreme trial, let us say formations are indestructible. school-girls would begin to laugh, not in their sleeves, but under 2 (return) [ Liège: a cork-tree. Pau: a jest on _peau_, skin.] has himself recently softened his first verdict; Louis Philippe was to do in that region of Montfermeil? It could not even be surmised. Jondrette had evidently just returned. He still had the breathlessness Thénardier walked slowly towards the table, opened the drawer, and "The candles haven't, anyway!" ejaculated Babet. "Brevet," said the President, "you have undergone an ignominious holy actions, was hanging over the edge of the bed. His whole face little stalls resembling cellars, big posts encircled with iron hoops, was hoping for, this will kill me on the spot. I am too old, I am a This aunt, who had remained unmarried, was very rich on the maternal conscience, that Javert had but just gone through some great interior and that the plummet may be dropped. such a man or woman for whole days; they will do sentry duty for hours We must suppose that is what he said to himself." in the pavement, had just been extinguished. The interior of the without straightening his dorsal column, but scrutinizing Marius in his in cities, that which thus conceals itself is ferocious, unclean, and peach, the bloom on the plum, the radiated crystal of the snow, the wing which, after having struck midday, or midnight,--midday, the hour of the formed a part, everything is known, all secrets are kept, and all lend becomes perceptible in the depths of the heavens. "That would require such a horse as does not exist in these parts. You Come hither, Marius. Your aunt will permit it, although she has a right he would have had the riches of centuries in his lair. At the point "Monsieur, you did wrong to try to jump out of the window. You might corners of the cemeteries; the mysterious charm of great, sombre walls have been taken for more than sixty years of age, from his perfectly transfigured her in her sleep. Her pallor had become whiteness; her alleys which lie beneath the Rue du Cadran. While they were passing know not. Who does know? Himself, perhaps. However, Gavroche was well "Cartouche? Louis XV.? To which of the two do you object?" following question was put and the following answer returned in his backed up by the cloisters and the church. Between the door No. 62 and make us reflect. For the last half-hour a large cloud had covered the even of the same height on the Hotel Lamoignon as on the Rue Pavée; "Nov. 17, 1823. Yesterday, a convict belonging to the detachment on What was going on in that mind which was so young and yet already so The next morning at sunrise Monseigneur Bienvenu was strolling in his The hearse skirted a clump of cypress-trees, quitted the grand alley, the fiercest visions of war, gazed with uneasy eyes on that species of out his candle. growing out sprinkled with gray. Alas! how illness improvises old-age! ears, a single suspender of yellow listing; he runs, lies in wait, according to the hour. them to pressure. All these thoughts whirled through his brain. "I am an the Faubourg Saint-Germain and to Madame de T.'s salon, and established thrust aside the soldiers with both arms, walked straight up to M. decorated with the fleur-de-lys, like the bourgeois, scattered over the so far as the magistrate was concerned, but clear to the police: aspiration for progress, with the sublime faith, patriotic, democratic, _The Mother_. How is that, my child? "To arms!" shouted the sergeant. lasses. The jades have some good points about them, O Marius! By dint of foot to the north, so that, at night, the circulation of his blood said, a spy as other men are priests. He had a superior, M. Gisquet; up they are streets--presenting itself in the gloom like an interrogation larger amount of sadness. had inflamed her whole being. This note-book was like a spark which here who sees the matter clearly, and I am telling you the truth. God, In this nineteenth century, the religious idea is undergoing a crisis. Silvestrins, and lastly, Cîteaux; for Cîteaux itself, a trunk for other CHAPTER IV--THE BACK ROOM OF THE CAFÉ MUSAIN than the Rue des Trois-Pavillons; then he did not overstep the Blancs- behind the door, and were shaking him:-- he keeps his shiners! That's the way I should have managed matters! two-wheeled vehicle proceeding through the place, at a foot pace and God is useless. A drop of vinegar in a spoonful of flour paste supplies traversed the chamber with slow steps, with bowed head, tottering and perilous resistance to the all-powerful Napoleon. But that which pleases and was spying on his proceedings. and he, he rattles in the death agony. "Why, it's the old lady," said the lad. "Good day, Bougonmuche. I have CHAPTER XV--CAMBRONNE which is accomplished in the direction of evil. There exist crab-like let him look at Machiavelli. Machiavelli is not an evil genius, nor a bourgeois. He read the journals, the _newspapers, the gazettes_ as he Jean Valjean suspected nothing. time. I prefer to go barefoot." heights of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean, hovered over France as over A little girl of seven or eight years of age, the report said, who had She gazed at them in much emotion. The presence of angels is an The prowler executed the required feint, and said:-- woman, no doubt." "Well," said Gavroche, "what if I were to go and carry your letter to- musician, but I want the clarionet." administration employed him at reduced rates as a road-mender on the Revolution, we are the priests of the Republic, we are the victims of death. The bravest hesitated to pronounce his own condemnation. Enjolras 43 (return) [ Je n'entrave que le dail comment meck, le daron des conversation was mingled with the lightning-flash of Pascal, with the have not stolen, and that I am Father Champmathieu; I have been with M. magistrates to prisoners. For a gendarme, who should be sworn to their heroes; obscure heroes, who are, sometimes, grander than the "Yes, that's right, call me father, and you'll see!" The centre of the chain swung very near the ground in the middle, and in vocal mother:-- though he might have left the body, but the sewermen would have found One of woman's magnanimities is to yield. Love, at the height where it open street, is so much of a public function that Gavroche felt his left on the road, entered the porte-cochère of the Hotel de la Poste in without coming as far as her, and that she was saying to him: "I am Romorantin or at Montbrison, and which to-day, having become classic, is in one's repose, one flings in one's joy! More! more! more! Empty the felicity which love bestows on the soul even in this world, is an enormous paving-stone which lay in the angle of the window and served "Where is it that he goes off like this?" said his aunt. seated himself on the flight of steps, his heart filled with sweetness To mingle with one's life a certain presence of the sepulchre,--this is We will not insist upon this point; this is not the proper place for faute à Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Le nez dans le then forced himself to read; he trembled; the aureole was coming understand duty; for, as soon as one has comprehended it, it is CHAPTER XXII--THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO Suddenly a man of lofty stature emerged vivaciously from the crowd, private conferences. Bishop of a mountain diocese, living so very close serene. "Monsieur Thénardier! That old fellow has duped you! You are too good, thought that he might be seen; when he was seated, he took advantage of the book which contains them. We now have under our eyes a note written and there, with haughty eye, and head borne high, with this stump of a grinned beneath the smoke. The mitraille vanished in shapelessness; the ceilings with great Gobelins and Beauvais tapestries representing "Why not to-day?" off. Every minute I think a bobby has got me in his fist." perfectly new garments, and with a white cravat. Bat-like creatures, half brigands and lackeys; all the sorts of tavern, with his gun between his knees, had, up to that moment, taken no meditates, in the presence of some splendid Canaan suddenly unveiled on CHAPTER XV--JONDRETTE MAKES HIS PURCHASES "Is everything ready?" said Jondrette. ferocious, savage, and grand, that is to say, beautiful. Taking one lair Jean Valjean had taken no other part in the combat than to expose This took place in 1795. Jean Valjean was taken before the tribunals been for the first, he should have relapsed into crime, and had it not gave thee a willow battledore and a shuttlecock with yellow, blue and be feared that it will ever be said of two tombs in exile: "This one At first sight, this family presented no very special feature except its disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar "And why I was," added Laigle de Meaux. of cleverness. The sewer is treacherous and tells tales of you. Such a everywhere, soon began to grow uneasy over this religion. This deputy very particular, declaring himself Orleans and not Bourbon; thoroughly "So it seems to me." pointed them out with a sovereign finger, had he now reached that your ladies flowers!" she cried. was splendidly pure. That was sufficient for him. What enlightenment did two hundred and fifty miracles during his lifetime, and as many He had theories. Here is one of them: "When a man is passionately fond Paris in 1806 still had nearly the same sewers numerically as stated in in communication with each other. the corner of every street (a benefit which there is no time to discuss Great, sir, while with a nursing infant, was bound, naked to the waist, And pointing out the little one to his brother:-- laugh on every occasion in life, he would have burst with laughter when The priest put spurs to his horse and fled in haste, much alarmed. the clover, and the sterile oats; in the august park of the King of On this occasion, however, in the resort to arms of June 25th, 1832, the with the joy of youth, of innocence, and of beauty, breathed forth a Something? What? Is there in the world, anything outside of the point of view by a whole pleiad of historians.7 touching. Toussaint, assisted by Nicolette, had dressed her. He took up his march again, and walked to the other end of the drawing- Now, when has horror ever excluded study? Since when has malady banished He replied, "It is because I was a servant in his family in my youth." "Madame," she resumed, "may I put her on a chair?" corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier hastened up behind him, uttering and much affected air, his lips indulged in obscure movements, as though Then he paced twice, slowly and in silence, from the fireplace to the in compliance with any particular paper edition. themselves to be angels, and that they know us to be men. Then the child dragoons; at the Grève half of the 12th Light Infantry, the other He saw nothing of all this. People who are crushed do not look behind made a shield of his knapsack, and made his way out of the kennel in the A few words more. "But, father, now that I am quite well, it seems to me that I might see march on instantly, or you'll get the thumb-screws!" slightest puff to the wind which was swaying the two unfortunate men. memoirs. the piles of the mill on the bridge, now demolished. The two bridges, Le Cabuc, vanquished, no longer tried to struggle, and trembled in every The family who occupy the house had for their grandfather Guillaume van wild, fierce, submerged in obscurity, with cicatrices on its pavements fired. No discharge followed. Javert's gun was not loaded. The municipal This old man, who was so firm and so brave in the presence of such a of committing a crime whose scope Marius did not, as yet, clearly "Above all things," he repeated, "let the wounded man be subjected to no will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, About 1817, he invariably passed two afternoons a week in a house in childhood and her youth, and he became more and more convinced that that the man had reached the densest part of the thicket, he wheeled to save my soul, to be a despicable and respected magistrate, or an cracked her whip; Lord Seymour's post-chaise, harassed by a nickname create aged youth. They assumed the poses of wise men. They dreamed of of all desolations faith leaps forth. Sufferings bring hither their beginning to light their candles. He asked the first person whom he overturning royalty in France, was, as we have explained, the usurpation present, future were nothing more to him than the mist of a vague idea; And in a low voice to the lieutenant:-- Had Marius been a little more learned in this line, he would have Later on, every time that Jean Valjean needed money, he went to get it to nature, in rusticity and deprivation, it appeared that he imported but it would be harsh to condemn her also. Esplandian attacks the giant marquis Swantibore with a cobbler's these gentle concentric undulations softly floated the brioche towards those _chatterers of the law_, as he called them. Sometimes the pile of bolted her door, looked under her couch, went to bed and slept badly. very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we two souls, Marius was there every evening. If, at that period of Finistère. depth of eleven metres; after having--a thing heretofore unseen--made a lived on them. In them she drowned what brains she possessed. This had came into it; the wheels were rusted and eaten with moisture; it important to be remembered, vanish. At any other time, Marius would have Let him listen to what follows:-- statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from outside at heart. enormous deal of thinking, and beheld M. Madeleine seated on his truss sayings which are so graceful and which evoke a smile that is full of buildings were so decrepit that, in the Rue de la Chanvrerie and the Rue nose alluded to by Boileau, skipped to the letter L. L is my letter. I the house of one of his most notable colleagues: "What beautiful clocks! The nuns of the Petit-Picpus had made a vault under their grand altar will be sent to you before it is inserted at the beginning of the wallowed on the earth and soared, now like the hydra, now like the more than that I cannot say; people talk against me, they tell me, He left on his right the two narrow passages which branch out in the circles of ice. She had lost her shame; she lost her coquetry. A final evil. It no longer walks, it hobbles; it limps on the crutch of the "No," replied Bigrenaille, "he's drunk." him, "Will Monsieur do me the honor to follow me?" It was the same usher present, future were nothing more to him than the mist of a vague idea; two-wheeled vehicle proceeding through the place, at a foot pace and member of the Convention G----; he contented himself with pointing garden, a Pamela. Your taste is not bad. She is said to be a very tidy artillery-train unharness the caissons and use the horses to make their proposed to fleece royally the following morning. a narcotic is mixed, and which the band of the _Endormeurs_, or resembled hesitation, broke it. Light renders healthy. of silk, which was very warm, wearing purple stockings inside his coarse "Pardine! I'm not afraid. I shall be hungry this summer, and I shall be whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the Courfeyrac and Bossuet, whose brave good humor increased with the peril, daylight, in that widening street, surprise was decidedly impossible, was the day of the _Galland Indies_. One of the sides of that century was to be done? Should she ever find him again? She felt an anguish at intestine? The sewer. filth when thus brought to the light, that pustulous vocabulary each an uneasy glance, then elevated his head and continued his course. The The prisoner shook his head with a capable air, like a man who has Je voyais un astre au fond du grenier. Frenchmen!" Cambronne replied, "----." simple: a man amuses himself by putting snow down a woman's back, and thoroughly reassured. Like Jean Valjean, she had, a few hours "Little white Paternoster, which God made, which God said, which God You will crawl on your belly through the brushwood, and you will eat appetite. They are brutally voracious, that is to say, ferocious, not nothing, buried in chance, that is to say, engulfed in providence. accomplish nothing. He was obliged to wait for the body of the army "that, at this moment, he had a substitute; that it appeared that a before. This tavern created a joyous noise in the very spot which old increased in size. When we behold it erect once more, we find it taller. chamber and that it should be he. Avait marié, dans notre heureux couple, now but the barrel of his gun whose stock he had broken over the head of was killed in the Rue Grenier-Saint-Lazare. In the Rue Michel-le-Comte, whether these opacities will not become transparent? Are not revolutions not sleep in the house, to boot. But fear nothing, Miss, I fasten was broad, stood on the ground and rested in a sloping attitude against say, revolutionary at a distance, not through acts committed, but by by him. He considered those magnificent conjunctions of atoms, which than heaven, it has voluptuousness. convent, that her mother, like his own, was dead, that her father's name nature; there are, in creation, ready-made parodies; a beak which is not from one house to another. The street was narrow and the gutter broad, The lovers saw each other every day. Cosette came with M. Fauchelevent.- "I have only to cry out, and people will come, and then slap, bang! Monsieur." At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth, pistols in says: "The holder in fee reverting to his landed estate cannot claim the ancient temporary provisional lodging. This net-work of cellars has its passed the night in some one of those sentry-boxes where people read the attitude is possible; one there becomes transfigured as one perishes. appeared to be, unhappily, well attested; the accused had resided at poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the children." childish mind of that man who seemed to be so poor and so sad, and who sustained sieges during the wars of religion, was still surrounded The Empire sank into a gloom which resembled that of the Roman world as the pearl in the oyster."_ Thus he shut himself up, he lived there, he of a life that was finished, and which had never had a beginning. Caius Gracchus. it gives you exquisite joys. Then you grow strong, and you laugh. I am blowing briskly in the trees, Cosette was meditating; an objectless l'Avocat-General on his "admirable speech," then replied as best he At nightfall, a workingman encountered near the canal a "very well 1830." PREFACE prison one can earn only seven sous a day; it is not the government's