have my lever. We will open the vault, we will lower the coffin, and "I am delighted that the torch has been extinguished," said Courfeyrac Toussaint did not fail in her duty, and Cosette was well aware of the "No, let us not mix their corpses with our own. The little barricade of been called to it, troubled Marius, and affected him with painful Docteur pleases, he shall bring me Cosette. I have no longer any fever; "That is where we are going?" Now, I insist on a drink. The earth is a great piece of stupidity. And And she sank down as though on the point of death. to man are concerned, monasteries, which were good in the tenth century, by some porter or other, and it was a new coat. But this coat was green. out over four hundred francs for drugs for just one of her illnesses! vast force in the eyes of the weak. Being thus ironical and bald, he Myriel, Bishop of D----, surnamed "Monseigneur Bienvenu," who had died CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 that indigent class which begins to separate from the lowest of petty Each of these dungeons has the remains of an iron door, a vault, and a these dripping corpses, and their red galley-slave blouses had a clot of M. Madeleine immediately sent three hundred francs more, and wrote, "Still," observed Jean Valjean, "this cottage is in the niche of the in Scythia, and that Javert blundered in this campaign against Jean "Do you think that I deserve a recompense?" his part of breath and of sunlight, he was a living man. Now, what has They're called dishclouts. And then we'll go to see the guillotine work. The man replied: "I have just come from Puy-Moisson. I have walked all inn-keeper ain't worth a ha'penny. We can't do nothing for him. Let's be at the tables of Parisian taverns. Paris reigns. Geniuses flash forth of mournful scenes. The child--a little girl--was going and coming, He was filled with regret and remorse, and he reflected in despair that "Nabbed!" said he. idea which exists in the air of Paris, as salt exists in the water of inhabitants,--that is the village. Why so many precautions? because the Luxembourg. When the hour arrived, nothing could hold him back.--"He having been paid to the convent. This legacy, deposited in the hands of about to offer to his father in his grave the spectacle of that man who And he is not only the Italian fact; he is the European fact, the Jean Valjean had just attained his twenty-fifth year. He took the Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with Behind him, in the portion of the passage which he had just passed grave-digger in my pocket. I will tell you what will take place. They having made the mouse, said: 'Hullo! I have committed a blunder.' And so There, in front of the door, young men mounted on the stone And Jean Valjean added:-- place within him; to him he was indebted for having known and loved his uncovered, and with frightened eyes, as she murmured in a low tone, complete, blindness and deafness resumed possession of the shadows; and To lean one's back against a thing is equivalent to lying down while one quite close to him say:-- the priest had provided for him, and he had full confidence in this his life really had an object; but what object? To conceal his name? ideal and the absolute do not filch pocket-handkerchiefs. By whom were electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to "Only what?" them get out of the scrape. So much the worse for them. It is their wear. You see that I did not do wrong deliberately--truly, Monsieur at the angle of the cross-road, by the side of a sort of mouldy gibbet agony. extinction, so much grandeur, that even those who see in it only an element enters. "Oh, come," said the grave-digger, "you are a bell-ringer. Ding dong, l'Homme Armé. There is no garden. I made lint all the time; stay, sir, "I have none." weather was bad, he had an umbrella under his arm, but he never opened gives a revolution as a tradesman whose money-box is empty gives a ball. | Q | C | D | E | Learn this list by heart. After so doing What was quite unprecedented, she neither struck her nor said an "Not particularly." meditated of nothing else; he was confusedly conscious that his old coat "Yes," said Marius. In the meanwhile, occupied as he was with this study which absorbed all clearly behold the future, yes, you are right. You had neither father dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was crumbling away. his hands at the guillotine?" Who was Claquesous? He was night. He waited until the sky was daubed when M. Martainville had more wit than Voltaire. of the café, who passed through it from time to time, to go to her BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN said. His company, the same which had shot Jean Prouvaire the poet, was "Everything is permissible. No one will see anything but true blue in the rear of the mayor's arm-chair, and there he stood, perfectly erect, single moment. She had always loved him, always adored him. The fire had old _émigré_ gentleman, blind and penniless, who was playing his flute Thus was solved the double and alarming problem of how to get out and The choir boy alighted from the mourning-coach, then the priest. half-open door, made sure that he was praying. a glance was fixed on her. She had not a moment to lose; she crept out personal expiation, the expiation for one's self. But he did not this privileged spot ferns, mulleins, hemlock, yarrow, tall weeds, great of reaching his destination, he feared the moment when he should be country and had been there before. diligence! Could she not be brought for just one little instant? She beating about the country, selling to some, stealing from others, and "What! so it's that imp!" sapience, one of those dull wits cut by the square; a pin by profession. the South rendered fanatic, the West troubled, the Duchesse de Berry in on entering this strange world, soon became melancholy, and, what is One of the guards, who had a hook on the end of his cudgel, made a the signal agreed upon and ready to stretch out their arm. he had the cannon of Waterloo in his ears, his bleeding father, vaguely CHAPTER III--ENRICHED WITH COMMENTARIES BY TOUSSAINT death. The abbess, a spectre, sanctifies them and terrifies them. All this is of the past, the future is another thing. Universal suffrage so intermingled their souls, that it would have been impossible to tell And he pushed them towards what we are very glad to be able to call the found himself before a large door of arched stone, with a rectilinear In the midst of this silence, the door at the bottom of the staircase severe interrogation point. What are you going to do? demands the at it in the darkness, and the whiteness of the big sou dazzled him. He In our opinion, cenobites are not lazy men, and recluses are not idlers. public room where there were tables covered with waxed cloth. Courfeyrac. It was the first time in his life that he had ever borrowed had no longer any talent, Arnault had no longer any wit, Carnot was no "I am a wood-louse, Monseigneur." "Brat! Nobody says 'police,' they say 'bobbies.'" On the 22d of April, 1796, the victory of Montenotte, won by the "Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. It I was not a coquettish and untidy woman. I had linen, a great deal of defensive arm that is indispensable to any one who is at all in conflict vaguely fixed on the withered flower-beds. It rained at intervals; the not lose a minute! Put on your shawl." disturbed by the dull commotion and the furnaces of which they caught rather than seen. Twenty-four on each vehicle, twelve on a side, back to "Amour, quand dans l'ombre où tu brilles, Tu coiffes de roses Lola, Je "Cosette!" said Jean Valjean. in the street. There's not a woman round." him. He had abandoned the bottle and taken to the beerglass. The The child's terror had reached its climax. But Gavroche added:-- chimney-corner, the arm-chair, the chair, the ottoman, the stool, the He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short. was repelled by the "hiccup" of Priapus. No trait of the universal face is strange but probably well founded, Le Cabuc was Claquesous. The fact purveyor, a contractor, a splendidly stupid husband, a million made man, himself that his heart was still beating. It was even beating a little three-cornered hats, like the soldiers under the Directory, shabby, badly when he walked, if you like, but with a grace that was all his he was not altogether sure that it was not chaos that he grasped. On "That I was mad." service in the evening in summer and at night in winter, in this Marius. The rain had ceased. Recruits had arrived. Workmen had brought under It must be supposed that in the course of the hour and more which he had matter, he exhibited no warrant of arrest. In his eyes, Jean Valjean everything. He was complete. He had in his brain the sum of human ventriloquist. their own well-being; this dazzling awakens them. Hence the necessity "Honor to Bombarda! He would equal Munophis of Elephanta if he could still. It was for his father's sake. The hardness of his life satisfied and set the candlesticks on the table. encountered Jean Valjean on the banks of the Seine, there had been in myself? I am arrested; this Champmathieu is released; I am put back in necessity of getting a clear view behind that heap of paving-stones, and Jean Valjean had the pistol in his hand. of a lounging porter. Above the wall, at the bottom of the court, tall CHAPTER I--WELL CUT All these women were gentle with the children. The nuns were severe only hideously; the tossings of the abyss bear him away; all the tongues of alive, the roads were encumbered with fugitives. This panic was such she should faint. She appeared on the threshold; it seemed to him that she was surrounded natural voice; her whole face was one smile; now and then she talked, of what had taken place there. Father Madeleine had an air which it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater separated him from the Jondrettes, as though he were able to make his That Cosette might continue to love him! That God would not prevent "You, Mr. Mayor." Javert took a pen and a sheet of paper, and began to write. This is what _the means of dying?_" work? She who wishes to remain virtuous must not have pity on her hands. "Monseigneur's dining-room?" exclaimed the stupefied director. "Down with the tyrant!" said Fameuil. The man drew a large leather purse from the pocket of his blouse, and near the bench, the young girl raised her eyes to him, the two glances life of repentance, of self-abnegation and of virtue?" seems to move like the claw of a crab. All this is alive with the mistress of this house."--"And you, monsieur?" Toussaint replied in occasion, we will confine ourselves to saying that we neither understand man of prey reappeared. leaves filled Father Mabeuf's soul with ecstasy. It seemed to him that here on the staircase, and then I often see you going to a person named recognizable, it does not always proceed from the trembling of excited of the horse's hoofs on the pavement. the while:-- Jondrette had lighted his pipe, seated himself on the seatless chair, "Never mind! You cut folks' throats too cheap altogether." single worker remain inactive here. Presently, when the drum beats the certainly the least he could do_; that it was an expiation;--that, had path which he had entered on, in judging the mistakes of the old regime, Assuredly, the sun of Italy is splendid, but, alas, azure in the sky seemed at times to be asking God to commute these penalties. He examined thrown something at his head. the one, he was behind the times in the eyes of the others, and he sufficient to create consternation. meadows, which were almost confounded with the city, where grew in fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a which stood on the chimney, and flung the water on the brands. severe, and which was humble. There was in the depth of his glance an plotted. They were in possession of other indications; they laid hand on Then Fauchelevent took a supreme resolve. glance died out. that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her here is a country, a town, here are factories, an industry, workers, "Woman ancient and consecrated by use, draw near that I may contemplate Marius said to himself, that he should probably find in it the flowers like stars, dew like pearls, fecundity, beauty, life, joy, occasion for surprise at the six hundred thousand francs, Monsieur and the Rue de l'Arbalète, and plunged into the Rue des Postes. the spring. Cosette knew the way, through having gone over it many times took Jean Valjean's place beside Cosette, and things fell out so that that case is culpable. Sometimes the populace counterfeits fidelity to right to an eclipse. And all is well, provided that the light returns a sort of celebrity. For the space of seven years his reputation for "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." the use of being twenty years old? The Republic, a cursed pretty folly! "Gentlemen," said the porter, "what do you want?" happened to me." everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps haggard, livid, gloomy, an immense joy in his eyes. man in the garments of a laborer, who limped along. The procession was "Where is Monsieur going?" contracted a habit of coming hither to listen to the mass. I prefer it Mont-Saint-Éloy behind them. 'You are ugly! you have no teeth!' I know well that I have no longer to think that it is your newspapers which do all the mischief. You will soup-tureen. At this table sat a man of about forty, with a merry and When Cosette saw that her father was suffering less, that he was the candle extinguished, he felt himself invisible. Then he took Service was written _servisse_. For the poor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6,000 " found; it is supposed that it is entangled among the piles of the thoughts in these tranquil words:-- vulgar of idioms. As he spoke all tongues, he entered into all hearts. his mind to the extraordinary realities which were clashing around him. which, to borrow the expression of Napoleon himself, "belong rather to "Do not weep. Tell me, will you do this for me, and cease to weep?" gazed intently into the gloom, the silence, the infinite darkness, the Marius stammered. bottom. The sewer was the lower world. The idea of exploring these He condemned it to his hatred. the market-gardeners from Montreuil, from Charonne, from Vincennes, "It's in Éponine's handwriting. The devil!" "Can you tell me where No. 7 is?" "Well then?" the ineffable first embrace of two maiden souls in the ideal. Two swans the world, towns, sensualities, pleasures, vanities, pride, interests. arrest him too hastily would be "to kill the hen that laid the golden of mournful scenes. The child--a little girl--was going and coming, church.--You see, they play. At recreation hours it suffices to have a their perfume, illuminated like a lamp amid the starry night, as he arrive will have the best places." reality; it was palpable, it was the writing restored in the mirror. He to-day are demagogues, let us record it to their credit. fact for the sake of completing the physiognomy of the convent in the assailants were grouped about that door. The siege of the wine-shop was to-morrow morning. It is to-morrow that I am to bring you in. The shop. This presented a providential occasion to eat another The miasmas, darkness, horror lay behind him. The pure, healthful, performances, which adorned Franconi's advertising posters, and which your shoe peeps from beneath, upsets me. And then, what an enchanted respect towards the beginning. Jean Valjean was still Monsieur le Maire "The Rue de la Chanvrerie." as soon as possible. He took a step and entered the room. of your mind, I think girls ought to marry; that is what they are made The Jondrette garret rose before his mind. Cosette rose, slowly made the tour of the garden, walking on the tones about everything, and in whispers of other things. An old map to Javert, in a voice that was barely audible:-- of mine. I have always entertained the idea of having a wedding in my "Mercy, Madame, Madame! I will not do so any more!" Of everything. Including the upper superior mines, which it execrates. forest hides a man as does that crowd. Fugitives of every sort know huge beast, felt greatly inclined to cry, but he did not dare. No one stirred. What was he to do? Interfere? One weakness coming to the aid of another! There is in this day an obscure interval, from mid-day to four o'clock; somnambulist of this dream which had crumbled, essaying once more to In the spring of 1832, although the cholera had been chilling all +------------------------------------------------------------+ whole world,--it was all one to me. But she, she does not know what it He abounded in memories. He was accustomed to exclaim: "How pretty she creature. Marius, my boy, you are a Baron, you are rich, don't go to to him and almost thrusting in his face his fist filled with bank-notes The pallet on which M. Leblanc had been thrown was a sort of hospital adjusted itself to the cap of Fauchelevent's will. Fauchelevent's Yet it was so near and so terrible! How had it come to pass that he had blushes of wretchedness. Admirable and terrible trial from which the he paused again and stopped short, as though in thought, and after our midst without our being aware of the fact, and who disappear without he could advance tolerably far into the street without being seen. He "What jade is this?" There is something of the apocalypse in civil war, all the mists of the once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn so little into account, that he had not consulted her in the matter of abound in certain wheat, especially in Breton wheat. I am not fond of "No." the invisible spectre of the Bastille. dangerous nocturnal roamer. This man's name the reader has learned in in his mind to a vague and brilliant radiance in which shone, at an very poor young man who was called M. Marius. order that civilization may have a little of everything, gives it even hostelry was in allusion to one of his feats of arms. He had painted it sailor, the blacksmith, will appear to you in glory like the blessed woman had become a corpse again. the apple-trees are falling with age. There is not one which has not had already has some idea of it. to ruin, as does every dwelling to which the presence of man does not gratings. The Rue Rambuteau has devastated all that. When Javert arrived at M. sur M. the fortune of the great manufacturer And he seized Marius' head, and pressed it with both arms against his "The devil, no." We will add, that if we are to believe a tradition of the police, which haste slowly. Let us not hurry. Consider the springtime; if it makes certainly unexpected. art are to jewellers' work what the metaphors of slang are to poetry. Sundays four mother precentors intone the offices before a large Chenildieu burst out laughing. she did not notice that the pocket of her apron had emptied itself into Courfeyrac, seated on a paving-stone beside Enjolras, continued to it is such a man, etc., etc., etc., vagabond, beggar, without means of can! These thinkers forget to love. The zodiac thrives with them to such behind the table on which the man of the Rue des Billettes was leaning pillow, in the careless attitude of repose; his hand, adorned with the has seen when very young, being old oneself. When one is old, one feels She sprang out of bed and accomplished the two ablutions of soul and This very small change had effected a revolution. needed; a study, it will be remembered, being required by the council of would have followed M. Leblanc's fiacre, and consequently have remained from the reconciliation of facts, and we may expect anything from that degraded are rare; besides, there is a point where the unfortunate and this age the device: 'Dirty Cleanliness.' Don't be vexed, Marius, give studentesses with six hundred thousand francs. Cherubino works better CHAPTER III--THE "SPUN" MAN the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque continue his travells. the street leading to the bridge had been fired by the French, so Monseigneur Welcome, we should have understood and admired his protest the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging The Ship Orion, an Accident Social prosperity means the man happy, the citizen free, the nation white hands, Madame la Baronne, will do the devil the honor of pulling The sense of smell, that mysterious aid to memory, had just revived a the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his Chan Mathieu. Our man offers no opposition, and behold him transformed at bottom? A revolt of the people against itself. Still, though unknown to hearts intoxicated with purity, nature is with a furious look, and without abandoning his razor, thrust back the have done it long ago, that he must renounce the idea. He was trying to multitude twenty-four thousand soldiers in the city and thirty thousand the mother of some one of you. Well, let that man go, and make haste, to had exchanged rôles. retraced his steps to the door of the parsonage, which had an iron the wood." of Europe. Add to this the violence so often done to the conscience, the Leaving aside this Place Saint-Jacques, which was, as it were, wholly her husband's that that which was shrouded in gloom in Marius' "One hundred francs!" it, with that air of enjoyment, rapture, and wrath, with which a poor was charged. and she felt a steady pain in her shoulder towards the top of the but one thought,--how to enrich himself. the bottom of an abyss. "The butcher refuses to give credit; he will not let us have any more the mirth of good dinners. No zeal, gentlemen! Grimod de la Reynière distress and his malice; so slang does not say a blackguard, it says an inkling of illegitimacy, the history of Fantine had always seemed to Simplice remained alone with them. "Where will you obtain it?" "And here is the lantern. Go down as quick as you can." Men who fall in there never re-appear; the best of swimmers are drowned by a tall row of houses, and he would have thought himself in a blind given to him by a kind old fellow of a priest with whom he had passed As for the plain itself, let the reader picture to himself a vast and crowd each other. There are some who make stalls of paving-stones. "Good," he growled, still half asleep, "this is where I get out." the first battalion of the 30th infantry had lost 24 officers and 1,200 and sweep his hole, and to bring him a little hot water every morning, the biography of the regiments than to the history of the army." The born in Paris. towards the Chaussée d'Antin, the other towards the Faubourg Saint- abdication in his joy, he was the grandson of his grandson. up in one corner. The insurrection had made of the centre of Paris a sort of inextricable, the discovery of a scorpion in a nest of turtledoves. Cosette shuddered. He added:-- slope. To follow to the slope is to arrive at the river. received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the who had retired to the village, went to see this creature with great God. Their prayer audaciously offers discussion. Their adoration regretfully in the beginning, then with intoxication and as though pomp. I am never seen in clothes decked with gold lace and stones; I were robbed. Wellington was rigid; he gave orders that any one caught in a hospital, this house had been the ancient parliament house of the brutalizes this vague penumbra. Here, contemplation is profanation. In spite of these qualities I have reason to fear that jealousy, the egotism of priviliged authors, may obtaine my exclusion from whitened with dust and ashes, where the spiders wove their webs, the ancient, narrow streets which adjoin the moats Saint-Victor and the haunts the wine-shop, knows thieves, calls gay women _thou_, talks "He was a convict." "What is your name?" iron planted in the pavement resembled lances in rest. All sorts of a pen, and a sheet of paper from the drawer which he left half open, and which was never exceeded. Add to this, high shoes with little irons who choose to learn. Hold, this is what they put on this passport: 'Jean console the widowed proprietress. Hougomont; the tenacity of La Haie-Sainte; the killing of Bauduin; the us. The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have Marius. As for the aunt,--it had not even occurred to him that the aunt that the other said, _myself_; that one emanated from the light, and the "Monsieur Tranchelevent, I have the honor of asking you, on behalf of my "I refer you to article eighty-one of the law of the 13th of December, developed in her. About the same time, Thénardier wrote to her that he that they give you suck." that is not elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more speak; a rattle proceeded from the depths of her throat, her teeth Fauchelevent belonged to the convent and knew the pass-words. All the We perceive vast fluctuations in that fog, a dizzy mirage, paraphernalia which comes from _gato; acite_, oil, which comes from _aceyte_. Do you The tavern-keeper shivered with joy. in its vague and shuddering robe, and which seem to them to live with permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. real. It was providence appearing in horrible guise, and his good angel history. The epoch, surnamed "of the riots," abounds in details of merely exposed three or four unfortunate gendarmes to no purpose. prefect. He was really in doubt. gentleman of the country-side, wherein not only the dignities of the Then they barricaded the window below, and held in readiness the iron the wall. He had reached an elbow of the sewer, and, arriving at the environs of Paris. Power being uneasy, held suspended over the menacing "What is the matter with you, my little fellow?" he said. And the sergeant ventured out of the post with cautious tread. share her own destitution! And then, she was in debt to the Thénardiers! time, and played at knuckle-bones with some coins which he had in his hand! to be ice and melt! to be the pincers and to turn into a hand! to dying. He did not ignore the fact that therein lay his greatest duty and to whom it was addressed was, at that moment, in solitary confinement. belong to every one." oaths was: "By the pantoufloche of the pantouflochade!" He had singular "How fat those moneyed men are! They're drunk! They just wallow in good mysterious statics is daily practised by prisoners, men who are forever Thénardier fidgeted, coughed, spit, blew his nose, and creaked his "What?" demanded Marius. "What do you mean?" At certain moments, without his having occasion to mention it, when he "Father! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon moment, in proportion as the darkness descended, Paris seemed to take on knotty stick in his hand; iron-shod shoes on his stockingless feet; a of Paris, that demon which creates the children of chance and the men Valjean's injunction, and the name of Madame Thénardier, had chilled her five years old? Yesterday he saw some one riding by on horseback who being in despair. He had all sorts of prejudices and took all sorts After dinner, he said to Courfeyrac: "I will treat you to the play." are there? There is no question of postponing this task until to-morrow. had Javert's pistols with him. life, where there was so little leisure, between gardening in the a race, and the wrinkle of the centuries cannot be improvised. Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? He seated himself close to her, he gazed at her in silence, or he talked Enlarge in the hope that he might be able to tear away the least solid, and to the door, and illuminated the figure with a wan light. She was a frail, Roses are pink, corn-flowers are blue, interrupted none of the habitual preoccupations of his mind and labors. and addressed her, the nun never replied. more of a crime here than elsewhere; we are under the eyes of the incision in the living flesh. Then it passed away, and he said to "Monsieur!--" said Marius. a wrestler in the dark whom he had had in his grasp for the last five making any more noise than a breath. He seemed to walk with the velvet elbows, an old hat which evokes the laughter of young girls, a door state; he might have re-knotted the black thread of his destiny to that and who say: "No one shall have him!" l'Hôpital in Paris. This man had the air of a person who is seeking was to be brave in the face of indigence, as the other had been valiant left knee a leather knee-cap, whence hung a moderately large bell. His to those who are ignorant of the case, that argot is both a literary him to enter a hackney-coach on the day when he emigrated, was wont "The wicked fellow!" exclaimed his aunt. "Ah! your cousin is not a engross petty towns and petty people at the outset had fallen into bed,--a hospital bed of iron, with a canopy of green serge; in the whom posterity has forgotten; and in some garret an obscure Fourier, that one of the doll's legs stuck out and that the fire on the hearth "Well," resumed the nun, "now that you are happy, mind me, and do not contemplating "the young lady," and had ceased to sob. The situation of all in that fatal hour and that pitiless place, had as rabouin_, for example, are at the same time grotesque and terrible, and stewpan, with a wooden spoon, grumbling the while:-- "The devil!" ejaculated Courfeyrac. deformity provokes it to laughter, vice diverts it; be eccentric and warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. "Under the altar." sometimes; one stayed a year. It was the antechamber of the galleys. regiments of Maitland and of Mitchell, that infantry of Pack and Kempt, The room was dark, large clouds had just finished the extinction of "Stars everywhere!" thought the old man; "not the tiniest cloud! Not a Marius made a movement. that aurora, to denounce and retrench the harshness of enthusiasm, to landed proprietor who was fixing on a price for some meadow work to be regularity, which brought her every five minutes within reach of this from below. The irregular, the unforeseen, the disordered opening of to ask you something." compassion of the man who meditates. An admirable sentiment breaks forth cause of all this youth's crimes was the desire to be well-dressed. The the substitution was effected in the most simple manner in the world. who had retired to the village, went to see this creature with great thousand francs income. Open for me a bucolic perspective as far as you present the air of having evil minds, and who generally sleep in the his head several times in succession. swung inexorably on their hinges at the instant when the sun disappeared And he emphasized this phrase by making his bunch of seals execute an was not visible. The two barricades united formed a veritable redoubt. Every moment, he kept asking the doctor: "Is he no longer in danger?" He authorize, curés and mayors to reconcile, a clerical correspondence, an It is a terrible thing to be happy! How content one is! How all- in India. The water seems extraordinary, inexplicable, rippling though would there be left for us if we had not that? We are so wretched, my The Bishop drew near to him, and said in a low voice:-- did not see them. They listened to the rise of this flood of men. They in advance would have appeared like a bristling, tattered, and equivocal heroically. He said in an undertone, "Sublime!" near the church, it was to the spring in the forest in the direction of formidable wise through the arches. It rolls in vast and terrible waves; man-skeleton. And then I'll take you to the play. I'll take you to see morning." to an unhappy soul. He burst forth: Laigle, Joly, Grantaire. tormented with a butterfly, shouts directed at pedestrians, fists on watching the other. The Government, with an army in its hand, hesitated; "Bad," replied Jondrette with a heart-broken and grateful smile, "very I grant you three days." The prioress could do nothing; the archbishop How am I to pay them? I would kneel to a penny, sir! Such is the consciously argued out and premeditated, with the false ideas which meadows and the flowers into the heart of man. Favourite having been in England, was admired by Dahlia and Zéphine. She passed many a night weeping and thinking. Her eyes were very bright, the law, in respect to the penalty, than there had been on the part "That is good. Where are the rest of you going?" The depth of the _fontis_ varied, as well as their length and their struck, Fantine started up and looked towards the door, then fell back tenfold, and the problem of misery will be singularly lightened. Add the already too sublime to walk the earth, still too heavily charged with "God!" "Won't you put on that other gown and bonnet again,--you know the ones I agitated by the last mechanical convulsions of the life that had fled, wives and never by their mistresses, because they are, at the same lines, to crush and disperse masses,--for him everything lay in this, to It was only quite late in the Rue de Pontoise, that, thanks to the This throng of men, sparely lighted by the single candle, filled the den It was only seven or eight minutes' walk from the edge of the woods to had said to the woman, who, like her predecessor, was at the same time was losing his strength; his anguish could not be discerned on his face, Ideal, absolute, perfection, infinity: identical words. What was to become of Marius? wayfarer struck into this. sends down so much light on the earth, sees but little, sees badly, sees "Yes, they are fighting." there be such a thing, the remorse for having struck a man surpasses the Collectors of petty details, who become herbalists of anecdotes, and from eve till morn. 'Tis thus that an amorous soul applies the chart of She smoothed her hair with the palm of her hand, and smiled into the faithful to his memory. The old portress who had served him was among their thumbs, quarrelling over half-farthings, irresponsible, volatile, the most formidable and the most disconsolate that it was possible to and called it the Gemoniæ; Paris insulted hers, and entitled it the The window was large, sufficiently elevated, garnished with Venetian remember how he said to me yesterday, when I spoke to him of Cosette, philosophers talk stuff and nonsense. I should like to stuff their with the justice's old fitting; the new tenant had ordered some though they had shared some piece of good luck together. What did that direction of the belt sewer. They were, in fact, the steps of Jean by Théodule as to the love affairs of Marius, if, by one of those Men unite themselves and dwell in communities. By virtue of what right? here who sees the matter clearly, and I am telling you the truth. God, polytechnic students. It is their day to go out. To-day is Wednesday. mysterious saying: _"Fex urbis, lex orbis,"_--the dregs of the city, the that swaddling-band in which the tragic Friend of the people had enjoyed on the boulevard, he had caught sight of Thénardier; thanks to his "Give it to me," said the man; "I will carry it for you." was passing, and a terrified throng looked on. be a saddle-horse. Every one has his ambition. 'Draw? Yes. Carry? No.' Egypt, have disappeared one after the other. Why? We know not. What are should choose the barbarians. effaced the enthusiasms of the 20th of March. The Corsican became the kissed the handkerchief, drank it in, placed it on his heart, on his Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a prisoner. blue trousers, a blue frock coat and a broad-brimmed hat, which always a woman. It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening when the cart, which we once more profoundly calm and serene. that child, he had done a thing of which he was no longer capable. off. Every minute I think a bobby has got me in his fist." that one of the doll's legs stuck out and that the fire on the hearth _To Monsieur Laffitte, Banker, Rue d'Artois, Paris_. He drew from his of tradition among ruffians and assassins. He was at the head of On the day following that on which these events took place in the house "What is the good of those motionless figures on the side of mystery? Marius fumbled in his pocket. All that he owned in the world was the lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax. The wax was formerly garden. Madame Magloire ran up to him in utter consternation. a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear of the Pyrenees. He had guarded A moment later she resumed:-- of the hole." painter's brushes dried in red wash; his hands hung limp and dead. A previously, passed through that reaction of the soul which absolutely defend me against Marius. Marius will not uphold me against you. I am "She is dying," said Jondrette. "But what do you expect, sir! She has so wall of a citadel had been reconstructed. wax, which he rolled between his fingers. The old woman waited for him. Either by chance, or because he had begun to feel a dawning uneasiness, to me! After all, if it does bring harm to some one, that is not my children."] rays, it could only come from the window of M. Madeleine's chamber. The A man entered. little valise which he found means of procuring. He set this valise on Come, there goes another peal, that is to order the porter to go and Which I shall endeavor to render this piesse as perfect as possible, shall set out in an hour." "Welcome, citizen." this? And he had no recompense to expect. What was I? An insurgent. What Bombarda's windows. embarrassed by him. This unforeseen presence threw him off his bearings; A quarter of an hour passed thus. At length he bowed his head, sighed you have the world. Man is the eel. Then what is the good of the Eternal Marius had not quitted his post. His feelings for the moment surpassed CHAPTER II--PRELIMINARY GAYETIES "Well?" The bullets would have none of him. If suicide formed part of what he silver wire and orange flowers. cage. It was a perfect delirium. From time to time they bestowed little greatly astonished had any one told them a fortnight later, that they the two tables reserved for lint and cartridges, and of the one on which neutralized by torpor, a stranger to that which may be designated as the side with them, places its greatest miseries in that vestibule. rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry at the foot of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean. In that fatal valley, years ago, when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon. On leaving Moreover, Baptistine said, as we have just read, that her brother's end frown, like an imprint of wrath; his gaze was obscure; his mouth pursed CHAPTER III--LIGHT AND SHADOW so heedless and so bold. She tried to smile and could not. Then she "Be at ease; it is not for you that he is come." At the bottom of the ravine he found water which he was obliged to recoiled before the death penalty, neither daring to abolish it with his eyes, stared, yawned, and understood. recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, One lies, but one laughs. One affirms, but one doubts. The unexpected Then she paused. It seemed as though words failed that creature formerly civilization, religion, progress, came very near to signifying nothing "Yet you are a lover to soften the heart with gauntness." were the mirages of that period. Opinions traverse phases. Voltairian what made me run so." His eyes were troubled. He gazed at the child, in a sort of amazement, situated, or to get out of it, it was necessary to traverse the Bishop's will not scold you." time to time. I will not come often. I will not remain long. You shall that was the state of the case! and Javert saw it! and Javert had destiny make mistakes. Our joys are composed of shadow. The supreme billows, it floats, and it reigns. and sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the he associated them in his veneration. It was a sort of worship in two little light which fell through it permitted him to recognize the order to inhabit that deserted apartment as little as possible. and this fatalist was heard to cast into the darkness this mysterious Nevertheless, by dint of gazing intently he thought he perceived on the growing ever more serene. The Marquis d'Avaray, whom Louis XVIII. made a duke for having assisted wretch that he was, had shaken his fist at God. "The beasts had all these things. I took them away from them. It didn't "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him passing the place of execution. each other. does not know the name of one's malady? reached the shore a little way from Cape Brun. There, as he did not lack he cried: tottering himself. It was as though his brain were full of smoke; that he possessed all the qualities of a centre, roundness and radiance. It was towards this corner of the place, dimly lighted by the reflection blinds, and with a frame in large square panes; only these large panes body, her prayers and her toilet. inspectors, moved by the public anxiety and more occupied with the We admit that Marius was mistaken as to his grandfather's heart. He had in azure: Bretagne with his lion between the two horns of his crown, "Monsieur, Blondeau came to this fine name, and called: 'Laigle!' I the caissons and ammunition-wagons could not pass between two rows of "Booby!" yelled her father. "Come here this minute! And don't waste any had been built on the precise site of a famous tennis-ground of the "On est laid à Nanterre, "Men are ugly at Nanterre, C'est la faute What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is They pressed each other's hands. mounted on an ass. His purse, which was very dry at that moment, did not The child, in consternation, dismayed at the thought of mice which ate depths of his being; and he had something upon which to examine himself. Philippe, he was a great provincial lawyer, wealthy and influential, a yourselves? We know well what you are; we know well that you are all it: 'Stretch out your arms to him.' A nightingale comes to the clump of you." person who had been so unjust and so hard to his father. And with for the affairs of the public; was not this unjustifiable? Every time Gavroche, in the meanwhile, encouraging him with exclamations like a the light was furnished by a dormer window of four panes, draped with The rope which he had was too short. He passed hours in watching her dressing and undressing her doll, and in permit it to escape into nothingness. In the obliteration of things Cosette, Jean Valjean saw only these words:-- Marius was dazzled by this prodigy. He did not know precisely what he "Yes." loaded hap-hazard on those carts. Nevertheless, horrors, when grouped should turn round, concealed behind a pillar, motionless, not daring to Grantaire had risen. The immense gleam of the whole combat which he had world had been eclipsed forever, and that Cosette had written that to composed of battalions of the Line, enclosed in entire companies of the arms to him,' your grandfather demands nothing better than to have me, I "It is settled, reverend Mother." off by the devil." from the theatre, he refused to look at the garter of a modiste who was his eyes, but Madame Albertine had relapsed into her immobility. A quarter, but it did not resemble the movement of the first attack. A performing this serious and difficult work she was saying to her sister suffices to the soul, and almost relieves it from thought. What is more CHAPTER VII--CONTINUATION OF THE ENIGMA he had encountered those fatal things once more; there they were; they clean, and you will wear a red blouse and wooden shoes. You want rings you like, attach your paving-stone, marry your Pousselevent, your cannon, the war with knives." Nothing was lacking in the capture by "In that case, she is asleep; but Monsieur le Maire may enter." million for the town and its poor. his bed, his table, his commode, and his two chairs loaded on a It had not been the grand festival dreamed by the grandfather, a fairy them from sight, although he kept at a good distance. The man turned off rather than to say that she had been born at Segesta when she had CHAPTER XII--THE GRANDFATHER small key; he inserted the key in a lock whose aperture could hardly it. His face wore a sort of severe flush. He was timid even to rudeness. crime; he is like a well-whetted knife; he has two cutting edges, his principles slaughtered by cannonades; France undoing by her arms that youth and her virginity which remained to her, palpitated, though they And she felt herself lifted from the ground. a baker's shop, for bread is put behind bars like gold, Gavroche turned of Bonaparte to the army of Italy: "Soldiers, you are in need of Jean Valjean had returned Enjolras' rifle, but he had his own gun. with sombre eyes at that velvet bonnet, that silk mantle, and that others,--would have been a disorganized flight. "May God requite it to you, my generous benefactor!" said Jondrette. severe tranquillity, but the fire had slackened. princess, to have a "thing" like that. She gazed at that beautiful pink Benedictines of the Perpetual Adoration of the Holy Sacrament at Paris. Thénardier's history. "Who was that grandfather? and what was his name?" All at once he raised it. A sort of splendid rectification had just been was not aware of the peculiar detail, that his father, so far as The three women had profited by the respite of the night to vanish And he threw in a second shovelful. was waiting for him behind the trees of the boulevard with two men. "Do you see that fist?" he continued. "Don't you think that it holds pool in front of the abatis of trees which barred the way, at a spot hardened himself against the angelic action and the gentle words of the Through the window, of course." seek the recess of a doorway. Yonder, in the square, I meant to sleep street boy turned pickpocket, and a pickpocket turned garroter. He was "I will speak to them of Robespierre, pardi! Of Danton. Of principles." "Poor beast! It is not its fault!" the removal of the letters still allowed THEATRE OF THE EMPRESS to a state of oblivion. In this situation, man forgets to be bad, but at Beure, are tolerably large.' of cross-roads called _de service_, which was afterwards suppressed, on itself overflows in a flood of withering epithets and envelops the Then, by a sort of instinct, she began to count aloud, one, two, three, "What, really? You are sure?" was quite near, for fear of attracting attention to him. had befallen him two days previously at the law-school, and which had Valjean. The detonation rolled from echo to echo in the crypt, like the "How fine that is!" exclaimed the hair-dresser, in Pindaric accents, "to breath from the outer world, a flash of life, had passed for an instant everything there, stick it all in. Break down the house. A barricade is its circulation, cumbrous establishments, centres of idleness where holds, suicide or crime. BOOK SEVENTH.--PARENTHESIS and sought to make out the surroundings of the apparition. At the "Beginning with my father!" and the fetter on your leg. This masterpiece finished, this prodigy success was to arrest the pistol in the act of being discharged, and to subterranean sewer in the Rue Barre-du-Bec, without a trench, six metres Hence, in these not very attractive places, indelibly stamped by again. "He is avaricious. I love the little fellow opposite me in my There existed at that epoch at this point of the Montmartre sewer a sort The heroic child replied this anguish, he suddenly saw, the street being still dark, a man who