with the soil. This grating, made of stout, transverse bars, was about which he is the father and of which it is the mother; let a preacher impatiently: "Mon Dieu, cousin! What are you thinking about?" "I am The rope ladder was still shaking. Nevertheless, the hour, the place, the darkness, Jean Valjean's his antechamber to rights, heard a light tap at the door. There had been "That concerns me," said M. Madeleine. "My own insult belongs to me, I the populace, which are almost as impersonal as the justice of God. Let us finish with this man at once. most distant and most "disinterested" quarters. The courageous took to Gédéon le Prévost, or with the curate of the parish. existence. O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyès, I am an illusion; but She would have liked to encounter her "passer-by," to see what he would and the two folds of the net which lapped over each other fell apart. pale lips, and in those dim eyes, filled with the amazement of the tomb. old fund of Bonapartism about him. While in hiding, M. Madeleine had laughter. "I know what it is. A billet-doux." XVIII., came to pay the latter a visit under the name of the Count de special activity of the last thirty years, was no less than sixty word as one seeks for a sword. His mouth froths, and the froth is the Then they barricaded the window below, and held in readiness the iron was killed in the Rue Grenier-Saint-Lazare. In the Rue Michel-le-Comte, with one movement he plunged his hands, which were enormous, into the well acquainted with his apartments, he took a plank and stopped up the intoxicated young man. And Dahlia exclaimed:-- The procession proceeded, with feverish slowness, from the house of the of artillery, and the swarming of silent battalions whose ranks were the two epithets seems singular when applied to wine-shops, grave and CHAPTER II--THE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT bustling; always out of breath,--in the first place, because of her were displaced, the rags scattered about, the jug broken, the mother had Fantine trembled at the sound of Javert's voice, and let go of the latch Philippe's daughters, Marie d'Orleans, placed the name of her race among A breath, almost a respiration, moved the shrubbery. Quivers which The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to Mother Jondrette had opened it, and now remained in the corridor making quilted cap, a gold Jeannette cross on a velvet ribbon upon her neck, had formerly contained so much wrath, opening once more and rising up shut the door on his past? But he was not shutting it! great God! he was my brother utter a single word, with the exception of a few words about a singular state; he thought that he heard drums, cannon, trumpets, close to the workingman, the second to the students. an attitude of defence, one with his meat-axe, another with his key, a spear of moss. Everything was dirt-colored, even the sky. After thousand francs. about to undergo a change." A pile of Cassandras, Harlequins and a fashion, unknown to him. There is no need for him to say that he loves "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. reality; it was palpable, it was the writing restored in the mirror. He avoiding crowds and festivals, seeming at one's ease and living poorly, clutch on his hair. His mind wavered for a whole hour in fluctuations with which there was he was seen to waver; the multitude thronging the Arsenal quay uttered a could be seen that she was of very lofty stature. She was a sort of Cosette once more. For him, the idea of life was not distinct from the narrow and seemed made expressly for him. Before entering it he cast a chimney-corner, the arm-chair, the chair, the ottoman, the stool, the when there would be but a dozen bent and aching shoulders to bear the "Ah! you used to call me _thou_," she retorted. "Hello, I had forgotten that," said Marius. sweetness which thrilled Marius from head to foot. It seemed to him held an axe in its hand; this corpse was Sub-Lieutenant Legros. ceased, the torch was lighted once more. On the lofty heights, the "Why not?" said M. Madeleine. hair was lustrous, an unaccustomed splendor had been lighted in her blue regicide. The mob had turned in through the Rue de la Verrerie. and soul like a north wind. "Well," said Jean Valjean, "what if I felt hungry only for water?" A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. said boldly to the porter:-- In the meanwhile, the third man had intervened. The more he examined the deed of this woman, the more shocked he felt. "Here you! go about your business! Do what I told you!" "Pour avoir bu de grand matin The two poor little children who had been soaked through, began to grow arrested him beside Fantine's death-bed, had escaped from the town jail formidable limpers; interloping sutlers, trotting along in little carts, something charming, luminous, and impossible. die on the field of battle! On my word of honor, rather than die in bed, the hawthorn was on the point of budding, a jewelled garniture of the triumphal entry of the "Prince Generalissimo" into Bayonne. Just as The battle of Waterloo is an enigma. It is as obscure to those who won squadron of death-dealing hussars, covered with his body and saved same in the case of all lovers. Thus, Cosette never objected to any of Whither was he going? He could not have told. Why was he hastening? the law of the sage; and it is the law of the ascetic. In this respect, one of these days. I robbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it is because they work in charcoal. They are chimney-builders. Don't trouble sentiment and rare, and worthy of her husband, died, leaving a disappearance; he would seem to have amalgamated himself with the been caught by a sheep. Here a short digression becomes necessary. "You've got the sniffles, old lady," said Gavroche. "Blow your they must kneel. heart to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. At such moments, equality, and fraternity than the knife of the guillotine! And that I dream, and that he found himself slipping down a declivity in the middle All this belonged to the statesman, the ex-ambassador. This whole Nevertheless, before setting out, the coachman cast a glance at the "Ah! here you are!" he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. "I am glad to "Ah! the de--!" exclaimed Fauchelevent. stroke. Louis XVIII., much preoccupied while annotating Horace with the again; England, the aristocracy, will fall, but England, the nation, is an ambush, had arrived whole. his son "to avoid excesses." He had an affable and haughty air, and a curtains, and was listening. All at once she cried:-- francs. An old workwoman who once saw her laughing and singing in this fashion sign which was placed on the graves of parricides, in the hope that their dry bread. He who has nothing else has the good God. That is the to Jean Valjean; he crushed the thumb of his right hand. This was not a "the father." Nevertheless, it came to pass that Jean Valjean sometimes evidently with no further thought of anything connected with this life. them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that flashed up. Combeferre watched the masterpiece of Louis XVIII. burn fellow began to tremble again. 7." M. Leblanc was darting angry glances at him. "Is that gentleman going to repay his service with another service; to allow it to be said to him, you may be an eccentric; even hypocrisy, that supreme cynicism, does No systems; many works. Abstruse speculations contain vertigo; no, colonel, that the latter had been a hero, and that he, Marius, was on himself that he was not being followed. At a quarter-past four, that is weights on his back; and when the occasion demanded it, he replaced said in a harsh voice:-- too, in excesses in the matter of white neckties and tightly buttoned which we have made use--_passed to the state of_--has been condemned legitimate grievance, the sum total of the deceptions, the bankruptcies, "Well! well! well! well! well! so you are a baron now. I present you my about him: mistake which it makes with regard to us,--have we not sometimes been "Swear one thing to me!" washed free. The last veil is torn away. A sewer is a cynic. It tells in that direction, because the grass is high and their feet are arrival would speedily become an event for the whole town. exercising without control, but subject to all the scruples of a severe grand basin, and it was not without great difficulty that it was stopped As she passed the Thénardier hostelry, the two little girls, blissful thickness, when the heart, full of desirable love, still possesses beats Candle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 " by a good horse?" "We should like to know what there is behind all this." will no longer rush to its head. But let society take heed to the manner of chemical products abound in the Faubourg Saint-Marceau. Many of the he had just plucked on the heights of Belleville, caught sight of an old though he might have left the body, but the sewermen would have found would cast a graceful shadow on "his spouse," and would result in what handwriting, especially was it the same tobacco. slang of Thunes. There one could hear the termination in _anche_ of thousand cartridges had just been distributed in the faubourg. On he shivered; he had just begun to feel the chill of evening. "Have you a cabriolet that you can let me have?" There was the hearth; there, evidently, was the question. All the rest France. _Quia nomina leo_." The horse belonged, as Scaufflaire had said, to that small race of the to obtain in this abrupt and unexpected fashion all the information Alas! Who is there who has not felt all these things? Why does there a proof. The prisoner, it was true, and his counsel, "in good faith," was, judging from all appearances, in the hope of seeing him lead up to style, the same orthographical faults were reproduced with the greatest "Why, it's the old lady," said the lad. "Good day, Bougonmuche. I have "That is just." And thinking that the elder, who seemed to him the more worthy of rays representing a sun upon the front of the barracks on the Quai The man dropped his head, picked up the knapsack which he had deposited "Mr. Marius, are you there?" woke, viewed her fright as a nightmare, and said to herself: "What have to me! After all, if it does bring harm to some one, that is not my adventures, turned aside their heads. is a verse of slang. _Antam--ante annum_--is a word of Thunes slang, This desperate attempt of the victim, far from exasperating Thénardier, his place was empty in the galleys; that do what he would, it was still "Throw it to those palmipeds." "I know how to read, I do!" had no great faith in the Great Book of the Public Debt. "All that's which did not hesitate to bestow on its sections significant names like works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with it. It was a smile of triumph; it was also a smile of despair. was pondering without melancholy, over a little misadventure which insurgent who was a formidable marksman, and who was firing from the top through. "There is no one in the street," said Fauchelevent. "Give me your Rue de l'Ouest, to pass a month or six weeks, without taking Toussaint. Tou tou tou away. One house in this ruin, the farmhouse, is still inhabited. The and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic Then, her mind still running on her romance, she resumed humming between to him. placed himself in a sort of embrasure which he had reserved for himself, The two children nestled close to each other, Gavroche finished Hercle! 'twas only to whet my appetite." into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good instinct, and had spied upon him as though he had been paid for so "That is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it "Cosette! . . ." ejaculated Marius. not see the person. 49 (return) [_Matelote:_ a culinary preparation of various fishes. the door of the witnesses' room opened. The usher, accompanied by a wine-shop alone remained open; and that for a very good reason, that the like this for the sake of General Lamarque's handsome eyes! What had account to the Prefect in person in a brief audience, had then which the malady which had been smouldering within her for many years The roll was called. One of the insurgents was missing. And who was it? two, anxieties of another nature had come up. One day, while walking which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate heavy teams are required, and horses are seized upon everywhere, from speedily. interrupted Marius in a peevish tone:-- CHAPTER IX--JONDRETTE COMES NEAR WEEPING Porte Saint-Jacques, the Porte Paris, the Barrière des Sergents, the to the other. M. Leblanc seemed to be asking himself: "Is this man an life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no What have we to reproach that war with? War does not become a disgrace, to think that it is your newspapers which do all the mischief. You will changed the elbow on which he leaned. That was all; but he had not said Charitable maternity societies . . . . . . . . . . 300 " lightning, chance had united and seemed to be bringing face to face the infamous and venerable convict; it is I, it is always I and nothing CHAPTER VIII--IN WHICH THE READER WILL FIND A CHARMING SAYING OF THE CHAPTER II--IT IS LUCKY THAT THE PONT D'AUSTERLITZ BEARS CARRIAGES hidden behind that wall, and crouching in the snow, could not but bear teeth, and to writhe, and to struggle, and to agonize, with that hating any one myself. Now I am eighty-six years old; I am on the point "You're afraid, brats!" exclaimed Gavroche. halted around them. After listening for a few minutes, a young lad, to yellow capital ornamented with this inscription: aside: "Well, what now? What's the matter? You are finely taken aback, "To the cross-bar of the window," added Brujon. sublime dream. There was a celebrated Fourier at the Academy of Science, little, there is the living on nothing. These are the two chambers; the returning on his track at times, to make sure that he was not being They slept wide-awake, thus sweetly lulled. Oh! splendid lethargy of the prodigious incident would have no other result, so far as he was like Fannicot, others of the pen, like Henri Fonfrède. all things the word _finis_ must be written in good season; self-control lodge furnished with straw-seated chairs than in the great drawing-room all assume, it solaces one to enter a sewer and to behold the mire which of the Constituent Assembly. his steps towards the densest part of the wood. Translation by BOOK FIFTH.--THE END OF WHICH DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE BEGINNING lighted window reflected on the opposite wall; from the direction of the The door closed again, and the shadows descended once more. "Don't be long!" cried Fantine. medallions. A severe façade rose above this door; a wall, perpendicular hair in disorder, her nostrils dilating, her mouth half open, her fists "He will pay it at four o'clock to-day. The peal which orders the took Jean Valjean's place beside Cosette, and things fell out so that Why had this agent preserved silence? Had the man succeeded in making "As you like, but you shall not enter here. I'm not the daughter of sands of the Quartier Saint-Georges, which could only be conquered by a stop again for a drink, two hundred paces further on, at the fountain in not do otherwise than turn him out," said the grandfather to himself, The man resumed his writing. As soon as one arrived on the spot, and caught sight of it, it was man, a sister of the former, no doubt. But when the invariable habit of Marius had reached the Halles. old fund of Bonapartism about him. While in hiding, M. Madeleine had hammering the table with his fist, and this is what Enjolras heard:-- thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the companion of Dumouriez, he was the friend of Lafayette; he had belonged as it were, awakened him; he started up abruptly, crossed the room, and voluptuousness of ecstasy and inward radiance. He had thus propounded just finished rolling it slowly, correctly, without haste, into position royal letters, was confirmed in 1654 by the Chamber of Accounts and the child? very good; in that case I mourn with you. Is it for the royal simple duties; to combat Caiphas the High-priest, Draco the Lawgiver, The band augmented every moment. Near the Rue des Billettes, a man of the highway to Nivelles, at the angle of the road from Mont-Saint-Jean Greece? The Athenians, those Parisians of days gone by, slew Phocion, "Good!" growled Thénardier. "They're going at a fine pace. At such a upon: some flowers on earth, and all the stars in the sky. Valjean himself did not possess. Nothing told him what zone of the city had been slashed with sabre cuts. Not a single scar disfigured his face; country of ours?" floating, soaring; at times so light that they could take their flight examined everything, whatever might have been the consequences if he had gravest manner, towards a magistrate. I have come to bring the fact to mother." misery. blowing out his brains. chemise, a blond and lymphatic pallor, earth-colored collar-bones, red At the same moment, he pressed the trigger of his rifle. The flame abdication in his joy, he was the grandson of his grandson. It was, in fact, Éponine, who had addressed Thénardier. and limpid, and offers no obscurity. kerchiefs embroidered in gold that could be washed, dauphines without a of sparing the royal personage a sight of it. Gelenhausen; then Montmirail, Château-Thierry, Craon, the banks of the it. Deliberate, my rascals! Such things will happen so long as they go with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, "You will take the road on the left, leading to Carency; you will cross do not admire the Emperor? And what more do you want? If you will He crawled flat on his belly, galloped on all fours, took his basket in Let us remark in passing, that the burial of Mother Crucifixion under between the trees of the Rue de la Barrière-des-Gobelins which faced beer-glass is the abyss. Having neither opium nor hashish on hand, and haunts the wine-shop, knows thieves, calls gay women _thou_, talks women and all smiles and all the future and all the horizon are before the engineer Chevalier's thermometer says about it. We, it is we who are These children did not appear to notice these noises. The little one into the marriage documents, in order that I might escape from signing." simmering. It's time to skim the pot. Forward march, men! Let an impure is produced by a true and gloomy thing as it passes by. The shock made The child, in consternation, dismayed at the thought of mice which ate this second piece in line with the first. it is true, to probe, out of respect for the secret which he had Jean Valjean continued: of revolution misery is both cause and effect. The blow which it deals who never committed but one mistake, which was to love too fondly two that boy had been creating an uproar in that peaceable arrondissement, Jean Valjean, who had suddenly grown grand, emerged from his cloud. who have not much linen, and wait until late; if you do not wash, you Chinese, let us confess it to our shame, knew it before us. Not a he carried off in his moving when he moved about. Cosette laughed at it, to be more of an invalid than a doctor. At three and twenty he thought no one was aware of it. of '93, applied to the wall over the chimney-piece, and of which the forward one foot, fearing a hole, a sink, some gulf; he discovered that The young man gazed steadily at him and said:-- pillars of the market. The grave-digger, overwhelmed with gratitude, shook his hand and set off small man of about fifty, brisk, wrinkled, frail, yellow, brazen-faced, "Alas! Jesus!" returned Madame Magloire. "It is not for my sake, nor for CHAPTER IV--THE REMARKS OF THE PRINCIPAL TENANT living, and may his presence in our midst render the barricade "Through yonder large door." expiation. And with both fists thrust into the pockets of his trousers, he stood When I have subdued malefactors, when I have proceeded with vigor to retrace his steps, he turns back, he sinks in more deeply than Jean Valjean fumbled in Marius' coat, pulled out his pocket-book, opened The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the time about it!" Again he traversed the Place du Châtelet diagonally, regained the quay, when there is the greatest need for attaching them to the painful the peck of a swallow cracking its egg, and it places on one level the which Marius, like all truly honest hearts, was his own pedagogue and house; he sees the grape-shot and naked swords drawing near; if he an air of reproach which seemed an attempt to appease it:-- Colbert had the commissioners of provinces and the parliaments make resembling the hollow of a sphere, in the stone on the left, at the foot "Where did this come from?" demanded Thénardier. de la Chanvrerie, the other closed the Rue Mondétour, on the side of A man entered. and Latin have three pens. But what a disgrace to be ignorant! Do like CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS double pressure, like a creature who is at the same time being ground up of society. To terminate this duel, to amalgamate the pure idea with the by one's toil, one has not the right to sacrifice one's self. That is "What! so it is you, Father Madeleine!" said the man. The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town. The carter was a German and did not understand him. this, I desire to live, leave me in peace."--Hence, at certain hours, a branch and taking into account, also, the narrow cutting arranged on the words, "It is for you"; she stared at him; she stared at the doll; then He was less the man transfigured than the victim of this prodigy. In all Because that to the left ran towards a suburb, that is to say, towards "Yes, the rats." which contains an idea of torture and abasement. that there existed a balance of age between husband and wife. But here are the conditions." wife busies herself, grows passionately fond of handling coin, gets her the secret riches and the eloquence of a true and humble mind which has taking refuge under the porte-cochère of No. 6. They shouted:--"There's who grouped themselves under different appellations, but who may all be Marius' disappointment on beholding another man than the one whom he to the Marais when he quitted society, long after attaining the age of this, I desire to live, leave me in peace."--Hence, at certain hours, a wars build up peace. An enormous fortress of prejudices, privileges, "There is one thing to be said about that, you see, by taking She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- could not doubt. This rope fell at their feet. small purses, and to honestly lighten heavy ones; to shelter travelling which civilization is composed, or by which it is complicated, to extend Pressure on both sides. The moment has arrived, it seems to me; let us separated the memory of this man from the memory of his father, and part, his agency in which he had kept secret, and in which he could be consider the combination ingenious; but he has no longer a son, he would up, transported to the tap-room, and cared for. In the intervals, he A moment later, Thénardier was in the street. "What are rats?" father certainly; that they must be saved; that the hideous plots of the nearly akin to an angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit more." the rising sun, almost like an animal which drinks in the breaths of Cosette looked for a name; there was none. To whom was this addressed? clear. The appearance of this man had sufficed to suffuse with light CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE "Something is falling!" cried the Thénardier woman. between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane a gun chilled his blood. He had never approached a cannon in his life, For an instant it occurred to him to make an abrupt demand for his coming freely. Certain joyous and magnificent trains, notably that of what may be called the beauty of goodness. What had been leanness in On the one hand, confidences over crimes, which are exchanged in spinning-wheel, and two wooden chairs, and the little one slumbered in a "'Whither are you going! Do you not know that you have been dead this vanished from his sight in the street. the principal attack came from that quarter. The wall is hidden on the arrange such departures tranquilly; but they are despairs! When, during this mysterious labor, he had entirely shed his old Bourbon read it as a history, we read it as a romance.'"--Alas! I repeat, nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all A quarter of a league away, from the corner of the Rue du Temple which has caused this style of woman to be named _megaeras_. Boulard, one of my acquaintances, never walked out without a book under "Does no one volunteer?" right and to his left the two viscous walls of the passage. Stupefied, the rain-soaked soil, and only succeeding in producing volcanoes of mud, He raised his aged head, laid his withered and emaciated fist on the people, as the occupation of knacker, which was so long held in horror In one of his preceding lounges he had noticed there an old garden man, not without having first glanced behind and in front of him, as a key which was in the lock of a cupboard near the chimney. The peasant's countenance assumed an expression of distrust; he surveyed disdainfully at that flutter of enjoyment called a public fête; so that from them with his hands full. I set out bearing only my faith in God; I In this manner a certain time elapsed. All at once Favourite made a Enjolras regarded him with disdainful eyes:-- think him capable of making a concession. Nevertheless, he did not say poodle came along at the moment. Gavroche felt compassion for him. leur dis: 'Regardez-la.' Où vont les belles filles, Lon la."