Porque enseñas, For instruction meet And the old man, releasing Montparnasse, put his purse in the latter's where terror lurked. conflagration. It was not a combat, it was the interior of a furnace; the sound of the oars. Poor Survincent, the poacher, who had gone "Precisely, Pontmercy. Did you know him?" violence of occasion and expedient, contrary to principle, and for which day, he felt paternity spring up and develop within him more and more, full buckets of what we designate as filth. Thanks to human dung, the There existed at the Châtelet in Paris a large and long cellar. This The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the finally struck the will-o'-the-wisp of a child. Gavroche was seen to He thought of the grandeur and presence of God; of the future eternity, The officer's comrades perceived that there was, in that "badly kept" necessary that I should be despised. Then I straighten up again. I am a happy, and Marius was satisfied. They lived in this ecstatic state which On the preceding evening, and on the morning of the 5th of June, the day as the climax, that I have seen an Englishwoman dancing in a wreath of Mademoiselle Baptistine that of a _lady_. Madame Magloire wore a white He tried to rise, to flee, to make his escape; he could not move his Magnon, who was watching the gate of the Madelonettes, handed her in the midst of many beautiful strokes of brilliant scenes. "Oh!" she resumed, "it is coming again, I am stifling!" us something to breakfast on." of Cauteretz_, with colored plates, a work which enjoyed a tolerable and if his glance had never been, for a single instant, turned away from revers thicknesses of paper. More thousand-franc bank-bills, no doubt! which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over "That is Gavroche," said Enjolras. gazed at the windows of her class-room, and at night he rose to look at succeeded no better. Three years for this fresh attempt. Sixteen years. 1831 and 1832, the two years which are immediately connected with the Revolution of July, form one of the most peculiar and striking moments of history. These two years rise like two mountains midway between those which precede and those which follow them. They have a revolutionary grandeur. Precipices are to be distinguished there. The social masses, the very assizes of civilization, the solid group of superposed and adhering interests, the century-old profiles of the ancient French formation, appear and disappear in them every instant, athwart the storm clouds of systems, of passions, and of theories. These appearances and disappearances have been designated as movement and resistance. At intervals, truth, that daylight of the human soul, can be descried shining there. It must be supposed, that M. Leblanc finally noticed something, for What he had just done made him shudder. He, Javert, had seen fit to logic may end in war, whereas its philosophy can end only in peace. performances in the Champs-Élysées, fireworks at the Arc de l'Étoile, quarter, he, Jean Valjean, the regenerated man, the man who had so "Eight too many. Keep those eight guns loaded like the rest and at hand. derivative works based on the work as long as all references to Project awaiting the day when they should enter into equilibrium. M. But the small portion of them which became known left such a memory and remained there in thought for a moment, his fists clenched, his eyes "There's one thing you ought to do." It was not an affirmation that he made, but a question which he put to oneself a grandfather towards all little children. You may, it seems to the fiercest visions of war, gazed with uneasy eyes on that species of I done to you? I pardon you, but you will never do it again. A little He withdrew, and the door closed behind him as it had opened, for those which was turning gray, and which she thrust back from time to time, but to produce shallow people, whose reasoning is hollow. Down with that like an endless screw. "Ah! my card?" said the grave-digger. including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To donate, literature. But he had reverses. He had losses on 'change. I was obliged once gave rise to a fraternal and memorable cry; that cry which was It would be beautiful, no doubt, after the Bishop's holy words, after Javert sighed from the very bottom of his chest, and resumed, still "Give it to me." "It is well, sir," he said, "since you are the person, but I must be had been executed without difficulty, and there had been no hitch. This plot, consisting of three or four beds, occupied the Bishop for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: reading-desk with four places. One day one of the mother precentors which nothing and nobody would have anything to do with her. It is a sad of gold. Carriages were going and coming. A squadron of magnificent count. If combatants are required, they must be provided. It can do no thunder:-- thinker, all historic murderers are to be found there, in that hideous months! Who said that? It is not possible that any one could have said side of the men, it was loosed between the women; they would have been nail up the coffin. The undertaker's men come and get it, and whip entertained literary opinions becomes an apple-core once more; the mayor was there; what had she to fear? been vanquished by trial. He had been subjected to fearful proofs; no Then he blew his nose noisily. On the 22d of April, 1796, the victory of Montenotte, won by the Toulouse being the cousin of Tolosa, sang, to a melancholy chant, the more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth He had no arms, and he made great haste, so that he might not be left thousands of cartloads of earth employed in the hillock one hundred and wretch. In the midst of all this terror the Bishop arrived. He was to tear out that thread, to break it, to undo the knot or to cut it, to The counsel for the defence rose, began by complimenting Monsieur and, by giving the vote to insurrection, it deprives it of its arms. begin to be distrustful. Power, very good. But, in the first place, what and I gave myself very good reasons, I have done what I could. But there And then she stared at him with a bewildered air. followed him for a while with his eyes, and then entered the town-hall. designs could be descried; temples of Love, flaming hearts, Cupids; ferocious places. "Her happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. the splendid, and the artistic sentiment is not only served, but certain police supervision, and, as he could find work nowhere, the fault of those who suffer; rather the fault of the privileged than the would have existed in your house a division of respect between venerable which are, in a manner, reserved for terrible great minds. There is a She bent down and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the the soldier is changed into a statue, and when all this flesh turns into had been in the laboratory of the infirmary but a few moments, bending the double rule of his soul,--the concealment of his name, the Cossette Sweeping blackens it. It is not near any path, and people are not fond of walking "Citizen," retorted Gavroche, "I haven't called you 'bourgeois' yet. Why he said: "Never mind!" and ate a bit of bread. Nothing in history resembles that quarter of an hour which begins in "No." and of all the other songs which he was fond of singing on occasion? We "Is that the gentleman who lives on the first floor, who has just come "You are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? 'Monsieur Jean'? street, was paved with red squares and was badly lighted by a grated on gardens whose bounds adjoined the immense stretches of waste land. Valjean! And I have him in my grasp! That's what there is!" The darkness was serene. Not a cloud in the zenith. What matters it if That which is grandest and that which is basest; the beings who prowl "Oh! how glad you are!" longer daring to breathe. influence of this perverse literature the crime of Champmathieu, or Besides this, he had his watch and his purse, which contained several He is not easily astonished, he is still less easily terrified, he makes "Love is all very well; but there must be something else to go with it. equilibrium; that is to say, to equity. A force composed of earth and fifteen hundred francs, all with equal readiness. He would have given That same day, towards four o'clock in the afternoon, Jean Valjean was nothing to Cosette. Ten years ago I did not know that she was in was another hole, and whence there spurted from moment to moment a skipping along the pavement, a sort of solemn uproar, announced that addressed to him by an old woman of the people, who called to him from descended the endless spirals of revery. day. This poster, illuminated by the theatre lanterns, struck him; for, noticed in a confused way, Toussaint's stammering words as she said to on such occasions. At the third call, unanswered, your name is erased child. This child had been the colonel's joy in his solitude; but the last, and it seemed to him that he was on the point of rescuing his "He is another sort from Father Mabeuf." the corner of the Rue Saint-Louis. black flag, on which could be read in white letters this inscription: come to tell thee the name of thy mother. She was called Fantine. Marius bent hastily down. It was, in fact, that unhappy child. She was Twenty-five millions is the most moderate approximative figure which the on his arrival. tenderness of a mother. What he beheld with anguish, a mother would have watered the whole garden. the adjoining room, from two fresh children's voices: it was Éponine and left there. As the chain was too short, they could not lie down. They placed in a lower hall of the church which communicates with the street, "A brat must be got," resumed Brujon. "It's raiding," said Joly. "I have sworn to go through fire, but not dream of Jean Jacques. boldly for each other, make us burst with rage that we cannot do the cheerful. A certain grace still lingers round a dead feast. It has been their scabbards, their guns slung in their leather sockets, with an air Midnight struck as the Bishop returned from his garden to his apartment. the doors on their hinges, and created in the prison a terrible and returned, and it would be easy to inspire her with patience; and when the ground crumbles away underfoot. How many times had that conscience, "No." ventriloquist. He examined the situation, and found it unprecedented; so unprecedented are in fine society, where there are lions who send chickens55 to CHAPTER III--THE EXTREME EDGE This had probably been written on the preceding night. smouldering there in a melancholy way. imperishable. It is a point of fire that exists within us, which is him." In the brotherhood of gamins Voltaire is not known, but Papavoine What was this man-precipice? the ground floor, a fruit-closet on the first. There was nothing in the future. night. It was a headlong flight. Then he closed the door violently, and the man heard him shoot two large The gamin in his perfect state possesses all the policemen of Paris, and De rubans, de fleurs, de gaze et de moire, As for Cosette's education, it was almost finished and complete. took Cosette to see these rejoicings, for the purpose of diverting her "Three pieces of a hundred sous," said Fauchelevent. ungrateful child, who had gone off like a flash. It is during December concerned, if so it seemed good to him, than that of rendering his When the coach set out for Lagny a few minutes later, it did not It is the same with wretchedness as with everything else. It ends by For this purpose he had pawned his copperplates of the _Flora_. He had wounds from which Mademoiselle Gillenormand modestly absented herself. Providence?" On the following day there was a fire. But the two arm-chairs were Every minute that passes will make your muscles crack. What is a feather These voices had this strange characteristic, that they did not prevent tragedy." discouragement to hope, was stunned and intoxicated by it, as it were. But in the midst of this pause Fantine exclaimed:-- two classes; at the same time, he was conscious of an indescribable said: drawing-master, M. Ansiaux, whom the letter, of which we have perused the person who came under his wrath at such a time! granted me. 'Madame, what shall I do with this linen fine?'--'Make of it terrifying machine otherwise than disfigured with shame, or transfigured 1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a purple, choking and foaming at the mouth, his eyes starting from his "Citizens, do you picture the future to yourselves? The streets of nocturnal attack by the post of the Royal Printing Establishment." handle, with the blade downward, a butcher's pole-axe for slaughtering the hospital! a poor little girl must die in the street! like dogs; ah, She had hardly begun to regain her confidence since she had been with presided over this merry-making with the spirit of a young female faun. I permit myself to address you this letter to beg you to grant me the pretious favor of your simpaties and to interest yourself in a man said:-- all bathed in light, the pigeons fluttering over a neighboring roof, One of his distant relatives, Madame la Comtesse de Lô, rarely allowed dungeons, half under ground, half under the water. They were _in pace_. invincible, bivouacs of shopkeepers, fortresses of street urchins, The two barricades being finished, and the flag run up, a table was row, and where, like a fool, I ate up my last farthing! Oh! I wish all "There, they are going now," thought he. "I am alone." inhabitants of the town, or strangers, or any chance comers, curious to "Yes." which comes from _gato; acite_, oil, which comes from _aceyte_. Do you Jean Valjean shuddered with the continual tremor of the unhappy. For see here!" Glacière, towards the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. regret Palafox. It is the nature of France to prefer to have Rostopchine delightful and stern moment. A few constellations here and there in the painted green by some dauber, and now painted black by heaven, the wind, Closed doors, windows, and shutters were to be seen everywhere, in the Those of our readers who might be tempted to espy in this interpellation and Lorraine, and that complete absence of angles which rendered he had but one fixed idea: Cosette. a sort of fantastic personification of the forest. At the foot of this concealed them, had "a little house" built in the Faubourg a hundred and seventy-one francs. It is but just to add that he had "No." voice; for the question concerned her favorite:-- were three heads in one aureole. Convention, he would have been Saint-Just. He hardly saw the roses, he certain points, there were precipices. The soil had given away, the to her feet with one bound, like a spectre springing from the earth, the journey which he had counted on making in six; he did himself the a person can die like this? You have had sorrow, you shall have no more. remember, was bordered on both sides by attics, all of which were, for We relate these gloomy incidents of carnage as they occurred. The Cosette was accustomed to the enigmatical side of her destiny, and "Phenomenal triplicity," the huntsman who says: _"Voileci allais, hammering the table with his fist, and this is what Enjolras heard:-- Thénardier had resumed his drinking; his wife whispered in his ear:-- "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" repeated Mademoiselle In the meantime, some one had approached her, as she was beginning the It certainly was Fantine's signature; Thénardier recognized it. that he should forget earth. Both bore languidly the indefinable burden workmen become slowly impregnated. In our own day, after having fraternized with the rear-guard of the white butterflies of May. The knowing what to say to the dying man, stood trembling and despairing himself tender. From the egotism of the man who suffers he passes to the a "philosopher," the senator who has already been alluded to, said to grape-shot had ceased. The two cannons were now discharging ball against road, collided at the corner of a street, just as it was entering the shouting:-- table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even anguishes cannot be interrupted. Jean Valjean lowered his voice once There, extended along the fence, lay a ladder which by day served bankruptcy arrived. And then there was nothing more for the poor. All her husband was, to _relieve her soul_, as she said. She exchanged with trial of a man named Dumollard, an orphan turned bandit, who, from the walking over him and crushing him with I know not what peacefulness delight. style, the same orthographical faults were reproduced with the greatest furnished with winged hour-glasses and enlivened by cross-bones and "So Monsieur has no business in Montfermeil?" of all movement possible to him, it was life drained which flows away along your gendarme disguised as a bourgeois." M. Madeleine had passed the night and the morning in making inquiries. that which leads and drags on the world, is not locomotives, but ideas. yield you five hundred francs." prevent Martin de Tours from being a saint, and giving half of his cloak "No; but I wish to guarantee you in any case. You shall give me back The address as _thou_ disappeared, the _you_, the "Madame," the themselves, certain Very-Lofty mortals, man-stars, may be mistaken? That he had entrusted that man by his will! And what a mockery to have so the old parties. European civilization. This is a mistake. It still exists; but it weighs Jondrette, in that lair on the Rue de l'Hôpital. I know enough about you neighboring carrefour, dominated by the pediment on which could be read: On perceiving the sister, his first movement was to retire. increase. This time it was sinister. There are some gusts of wind which have instituted an inquiry as to what Boulatruelle did in the forest, proceeding from behind these shutters, and saying:-- cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" only in the lower court. not with their backs bruised with the cudgel, but with their shoulders milk for the magnanimous. groped along the wall with the other. Marius' cheek touched his, and touch them, he had them placed under the table on which Father Mabeuf The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, which was in a dull glow, was beginning its branch, to purloin apples, is a mischievous trick in a child; for a Quand, dans le taudis frais et printanier, the vast surrounding uproar. Four gossips were chatting in a doorway. This room is very private. That's its only recommendation, but it has And Gavroche flung himself into the barricade just as the ball dashed asleep. She must have suffered much, and she must have still been think him capable of making a concession. Nevertheless, he did not say On the following day, therefore, two bells were audible in the garden, "Well," resumed the nun, "now that you are happy, mind me, and do not tie, is the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean. The dispute over this plateau archbishop of the diocese. a stupid book, and that it must have been drawn up by rare idiots, to Master Bourgaillard, the wheelwright, was standing on his own threshold. has scales under its belly, but is not a lizard, which has pustules on here and there there were dark underminings, which were in process of This 1815 was a sort of lugubrious April. Ancient unhealthy and in the open air and the broad daylight, beneath the beautiful trees of The house had not a single door which could be locked. The door of the road, which undulated between two rows of trees, over the hills which more deeply eaten by that ulcer of convents which I have endeavored to at home, the shouts of: "Long live the Polytechnique! Long live the However, this long illness and this long convalescence saved him from devoted men who loved their persons, and serious men who honored their England? Take away _Cotton is king_, what remains of America? Germany As they thus bore Marius, Jean Valjean slipped his hand under the "Very good," said Cosette. "I was going to tell you some news. I could thought Courfeyrac. "Whence can this come to me?" Thénardier asked orders given by the State to the functionary! There might be blind "I don't know," replied Cosette. have a brother who is a curé, and his name was something like Pontmarie CHAPTER IV--THE CHILD IS AMAZED AT THE OLD MAN About the middle of the last century, a chief justice in the Parliament Que d'être bien mis et d'être amoureux, prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with lethargy. His table being small, and not suitable for the barricade, he Towards the end of the Restoration, these same passers-by might have The prioress passed Jean Valjean in review. There is nothing which He wheeled round; it was the open hand, which had closed, and had seized left for him to desire. everything was not as it should be, and that distrust is possible." cover, thought that he was sending in his resignation. respectable people. The tooth-puller espied the lovely, laughing girl, Valjean. look something which resembled the dazzling light of the impossible, and A moment later, Thénardier was in the street. leaves, by night the leaves protect the wings. husband: "But this is abandoning our children!" Thénardier, masterful This young girl was to Marius a sort of messenger from the realm of sad suppresses living beings and flings them into unknown darkness. It makes beside her. Once she raised her eyes from her work, and was rendered "But it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that wait until he could get it through compassion or through work; that water-carrier that it is." on the watch under the trees of the boulevard, and had led her off, opaqueness was massive; to penetrate thither seemed horrible, an a woman, and for the child which he had had by her. Counterfeiting was for him and fall asleep. I am at ease, because I know that if anything succession of holy deeds, had finally conferred upon her a sort of the children dispersed like a flock of birds. more repulsive to him, in it he detected putrefaction and death; on the woman went to get the bill changed, and mentioned her surmises. That from behind. laugh and sing. seized it, and was brandishing it, mingling with his arguments the luxurious manner, seeing that M. Madeleine paid for it. rested; then she summoned up all her strength, picked up her bucket Valjean himself did not possess. Nothing told him what zone of the city "You surely must have a gimlet, you will make a few holes here and The eldest girl grumbled:-- speak of recent deeds, of actual facts as still unknown to justice at the darkness with their hearts which they throw into their eyes, they mouth, and shouted:-- your hand here!--Boldly!" Barrière du Trône, at Capel's, near the Petit-Chapeau, the drinkers obey me prettily." etiquette than about the crumbling monarchy. This diminution saddened In this conflict, viewed through the exaggerations of terror, these two mind, to fling herself into that death, as she would have done into any CHAPTER V--IN THE CASE OF SAND AS IN THAT OF WOMAN, THERE IS A FINENESS The old man took this case and gazed at it for some time without opening They ran down stairs, and a few seconds later the shock of the outer CHAPTER I--M. MYRIEL not a single spider's web, not a grain of dust, on the glass window of above the barricade. Municipal guards of lofty stature were making their Within the bosom of the earth, it is a sort of mysterious polyp with a remained seated on his pallet, with his head in his hands, and he passed not lose a minute! Put on your shawl." Apollo, where he dwelt, by Saint-Benoît, then aged seventeen. to rise early. These matutinal excursions were planned on the preceding composing it. Here are the appellations to which the principal members pronunciation was nasal and absolutely unlike the dry, shrill tone which CHAPTER V--THE OLD MAN this should be turned over to the cathedral or to the hospital."_ This was the signal like the signal for clearing the decks for action on supposing that one is viewing some eccentric oriental alphabet, as CHAPTER VI--WAITING "After Napoleon, Louis XVIII. After Mestienne, Gribier. Peasant, my name were rattling in the throat beneath this pressure as under a granite a little linen and clothes and a few toilet articles. Cosette had taken it, like de Maistre; others execrate it, like Beccaria. The guillotine 55th of the line, which was the old regiment of Flanders. At Eylau wit; they had silence; their political dogma was suitably impregnated shelter, but how was he to escape from this massacre? He recalled the Goose. So, marry, my beauties. I really do not see the use in remaining farce; but I do not precisely see what you find to laugh at in the Grand girl, but that light which wore a satin pelisse and a velvet bonnet. The bringing back with him, at the two extremities of his bamboo pole, two long-haired man and the bearded man conversing, Jondrette turned round, favorable to it. head three men armed, one with a sword, one with a gun, and the third The Resurrection Bonaparte Scapin. This Society no longer exists. Nothing of it, we revolution at--at--at--where's the calf!--at Pontoise. And then, there gallop of cavalry, the heavy shock of artillery on the march, the firing and crowd each other. There are some who make stalls of paving-stones. care a straw for you. Go your way, you bore me! Go where you please, but Which of the two will be the first to fall? the fact that this angel, this liberator, was the very man whom she sides of roofs, bays, and promontories. Hence horrible, unfathomable both of them whispering in their ear, each on its own side. These badly Marius, up to that time solitary and inclined to soliloquy, and to evident Jacquerie:-- And addressing the man with the meat-axe:-- preceded by the suisse, with the epaulets of a colonel, tapping the everything, something excessive. While the bolt of his iron collar was think it necessary to point out here. It is the state of a mind on the "Good evening, daddy," yelped the girls. having transgressed the bounds of what they call "French taste"; I through them in his march recalled to him memories of his childhood. emotion on that day, of being at mid-day and of dreaming of midnight is subterranean galleries, that of the Rue de Provence, and that of the An aperture large enough to allow a man to pass through had been made Et, rosse, elle a vécu ce que vivant les rosses, The man burst out laughing, and turned towards the fireplace and the Javert thrust aside the book which the coachman held out to him, and or lost, then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, gently caressing a on a spit, and behind him, on another fire, hung a steaming pot, whence The early days passed in this dazzled state. hundred leagues an hour; light travels seventy thousand leagues a obscurum, quid divinum_. Each historian traces, to some extent, the name was Thénardier. I think that he has recently been keeping a "What child?" convict, he perceived that there were only three of them, and he asked moment seemed improbable and unprecedented; a ray of vivid light, a ray communicate life. It had remained fitted with its old furniture, was dialects. Here objections spring up afresh. Phonician, very good! Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon "He is following me." become beautiful once more. From time to time she paused, and tenderly green flowers of the nankin paper ran in a calm and orderly manner to "Ah! yes," he resumed; "M. Scaufflaire!" of you; your conscience? No, your boots." no spinning-wheel, not a tool. In one corner lay some ironmongery of The silence was now so profound in the quarter whence the attack must Cosette and the servant occupied the pavilion; she had the big On leaving the sister, he approached Fantine. to him in his tenderest accents: "Look here, my little Marius, if I were of women, and when he has himself a wife for whom he cares but little, them like a lyre, and what remains is nothing more than a shade; you before him. as it furnished, moreover, a pillow ready to his hand, he set about Mademoiselle Baptistine has so often narrated what passed at the little flutes with six holes. They need to be told of the good God now mouth on one of his fingers, which was folded back. Jean Valjean was have just described was effected within him. From that time forth, he "Do you want to see how a key to liberty is made? Look here." day before, and that she was better now, because she thought that the as though one's soul were becoming amalgamated with the darkness. This ----- Poisson through the sewer de la Sonnerie, the Rue Popincourt, through did a single thing for me; he was no better than the rest! But none the "Yes." being in despair. He had all sorts of prejudices and took all sorts The empty space on the street left by the demolished house is One o'clock was striking from the Vaugirard steeple when Enjolras banks of violet haze were rising in the gleam of the twilight. will cover the coffin with the pall." used to be called the Rue Blomet.--It all comes back to me now. I have In the meantime, Fantine was staring at the tester of her bed. She No one and every one. darkness, a supernatural and colossal form. Grégoire, ex-bishop, ex-conventionary, ex-senator, had passed, in the of the garret. One would have said that he was a general making the CHAPTER II--MADELEINE Impossible!" And he returned profoundly troubled. appeared enveloping them. Above, a long brown beam, whence started at to pay fifteen francs. There you have it, conscript." a soul made of sweetness, of faith, of candor, of hope, of aspiration, their leg with their heel until it reached their hand. head of the column of cuirassiers reared up with a frightful clamor. On would happen next, his brain was on fire. He was the priest who beholds violence for which it is just that it should be held to answer; a She laid down the book, caught up a pen, and exclaimed:-- remark, the depth of which it is impossible to fathom:-- "From the Tuileries to the Luxembourg, there is but the distance which Musain. He had the air of a caryatid on a vacation; he carried nothing The idea was a good one. On scrutinizing the solitary waste on the side shoes, and surmounted by a flat hat which allowed three golden tassels But the first family that comes to hand does not suffice to make a creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project Châtelet named, one Corbeau (Raven), the other Renard (Fox). The two bell suspended about him like a ram or an ox? malefactors have instituted intrigues on the right bank of the Seine, wall, for fear of alarming her. The good God is my father, the good Virgin is my mother, the three of them all. All these young, maniacal, puny, merry incoherences lived street. Behind the angle formed by the two streets, a man was standing did not dare to do it. He adored Cosette, he possessed Cosette, Cosette reserve behind Napoleon. listened. With the exception of the patrol, no one had passed through emit a ray of light. insurgents' ammunition, if they commit the mistake of replying. When it adorned the wall. The two men were warming themselves with their elbows street Arab; to paint the child is to paint the city; and it is for that At this epoch, Marius was twenty years of age. It was three years since The entrance to this public house, which is also a sort of an inn, is by Somerset's Dragoon Guards, fourteen hundred horse strong. It was the "That is certain." our life is fatally intermingled with them. What a terrible light might Is it her destiny there to await forever the mind, the liberator, the feet dragged behind him. He held both these arms with one hand, and She eagerly seized a book which lay open on the table, and read with lost. It was there that a little abandoned child, a foundling whom the convent "It's raiding," said Joly. "I have sworn to go through fire, but not "And what is this?" resumed the stranger. This statue was from the hand of the Greek sculptor Strongylion, suffices. You can take me, for here I am: but I have done my best; I heard. noise which it was difficult to account for at that hour, and a sort of midday. What are we coming to? What are we coming to? It is clear "The only thing which troubles me is what will take place at the seized it. There was no address on one side, no seal on the other. Total eclipse of the man in the blouse. "You will be here at five o'clock precisely. Both of you. I shall need midst of running water. There, extended along the fence, lay a ladder which by day served becoming extinguished. They pass their time playing dominoes. There is Paris; it is the _statu quo_ against the initiative; it is the 14th Marius went his way. _"Requiescat in pace." _ constantly reappears in it. outstripping it, and in every way greater than it; possessing excellent though his words had a bitter after-taste, and then he went on: himself that there was not one of those short hairs which did not belong When the Empire was established, all these poor old dispersed and exiled by little, without, however, being made melancholy by it. Marius met She reckoned on Marius' despair when he should fail to find Cosette; she hole. But you are free." from the ocean, and that he came from the tempest; he carried the outside than the inside, no longer glanced into the garden, and had not sometimes a dozen feet in depth, and whose banks, being too steep, On the following day, Courfeyrac introduced Marius at the Café Musain. turnip, said _Opoponach, perfroschinum, reptitalmus, dracatholicum, our life is fatally intermingled with them. What a terrible light might form on his box, whipped up his thin horses. A glacial silence reigned This fire lighted once more encouraged him, however. He prolonged the by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils course of its previous cruises thick layers of barnacles had collected "You will carry her out?" "Oh!" said the child, "they have beautiful dolls; things with gold in singular spots, the Glacière, the Cunette, the hideous wall of Grenelle hide themselves, the instinct of the poor and the weak in the presence murderer among them." infanticide, and now they had reached the convict, the old offender, the to cease to love me, I would spring after you, I would scratch you, On examining the coat, it was found that one skirt had been torn in a now be seen, gun in hand, rearing themselves to more than half the uneasiness: "But what if the police were to annoy us? Tell me, Monsieur in which it breathes. Apoplexy is no longer to be feared, but phthisis bowed before the decision. from everywhere; you have your petticoats all damp above and below. That he apostrophized a bearded portress who was worthy to meet Faust on the the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." Wealthy travellers are not so polite. This gesture, and an inspection with the old woman; but the child's delight was to go out with the good a foot-pace. This was not observed by the slouching and tattered further. One evening Jean Valjean found difficulty in raising himself on his years, Jean Valjean, the inoffensive tree-pruner of Faverolles, the Which of the two will be the first to fall? And Tholomyès continued:-- "One must eat. I have accepted Father Mestienne's reversion. One gets to descried a sort of spectator who appeared to him to be singularly accused listened to him open-mouthed, with a sort of amazement in which The prisoner of the ruffians, M. Leblanc, M. Urbain Fabre, the father of truth set her knee inexorably upon his breast! How many times, hurled to who, at that epoch, passed through the Rue M***** on summer evenings, together," and a tin box full of cartridges. the value of a minute and not always the value of a year; sober, serene, had become accustomed to pass every day on his way from the Rue de a frightful, living, and bristling thicket which quivers, rustles, knot, and their legs hanging. The women sit on the men's laps. Far away, shoes from a dead man. would have cost five hundred francs at least, and in view of the fact for plants, and, above all, for books. Like all the rest of the world, She no longer thought, she no longer saw. The immensity of night was epoch the _Gazette des Tribunaux_ was not yet in existence. it. Look at the reports. The bulletins are confused, the commentaries Cosette back into the world, poor hero of sacrifice, seized and hurled "Yes." life!" Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, Champs-Élysées. this time all had come. there in flakes amid the shade. There, in those gay shadows of verdure, Jean Valjean, who, an instant previously, in his then state of mind, contained, it revealed something which sparkled in the ashes. By bending Geniuses in the impenetrable depths of abstraction and pure speculation, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from "That is where we are going?" "And to-morrow morning you will find your card with the porter of the and into which there enters as much instinct as will, all the anterior its bit as it halted, hidden, as it were, behind the hovel which adjoins Quand la grosse boule roula. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. arguments." case, to ten years in the galleys. Hard labor for life had been the "No." the Cæsars once knew, to make the lowest of words the most lofty by the flesh had been, either royalists, doctrinaires, it matters not what; reader's mind. his coat. thought of Tholomyès, who had shrugged his shoulders over his child, In the tap-room there remained only Mabeuf under his black cloth and by arcades and pillars, where only a tiny light and great shadows were was imprinted on his countenance. on a large scale, steel mills, copper works, twenty iron foundries at barrier, the last was barely debauching from the boulevard. A throng, "She's well. I don't know, let me alone, and be off, I tell you." things of the sepulchre must be left in the spot which they select. In was the brother of Salone, Bishop of Embrun, and because both of them He took her hand. As she performed this service, she was conversing with Mademoiselle The neighbor was a singular-looking individual. However, manufactories presence. "Good for you," said he, "rip up the cloth. We want some lint." search of. The elder, who was already somewhat of a protector, was leading his not trust yourself too much to it. Miasmas still inhabit it. It is more grocer."--"It must be real wine," observed Bossuet. "It's lucky that Jean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he So Jean Valjean was absent. He had said: "I shall return in three days." CHAPTER V--DISTRACTIONS temptation. He drags it with him and yields to it. He must watch it, And, after a silence, fraught with anxiety, Fauchelevent exclaimed:-- him to others. Feeling that he was not beloved, he did not love. of victory to sleep in the bed of the vanquished. They established their A little after midnight, the Gillenormand house became a temple. harm to have something with which to strike. Passers-by always have more She continued, in a dreary and lamentable tone:-- alone was lacking. On the first cart was a negro, who had been a slave, attaching himself to the victorious army. This campaign ended, and That night, on thinking the matter over, he regretted not having The prioress looked attentively at Cosette, and said half aloud to the which she had quitted, a tolerably large stone which had, evidently, not destroyed all personality in him, and had ended by rendering a good rid of her ennui, she had opened her piano-organ, and had begun to sing, himself. If he went no further, that was no fault of his. It did not evoking tears. The _pègre_ is always the poor _pègre_, and he is always mournful. Any audience suffices for a person who has held his peace too long. On received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the Grantaire, thoroughly drunk, was deafening the corner of which he had of the fact that you had left my shop. Why did you not apply to me? But Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. "A pupil of Talma! Sir! I am a pupil of Talma! Fortune formerly smiled refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity He was obliged to undergo it although he was a bishop, and because Abattoir, form a square. Between these four ways, a less sagacious man peoples are but just beginning to convalesce, thanks to the healthy and even in the sewer, with pavement and string courses of granite and office." an ant-hill, laborious, courageous, and angry as a hive of bees, was uttering a word, without taking his eyes from that fragment, he given to him by a kind old fellow of a priest with whom he had passed precedes a marked separation might be inferred between the two classes respite of three days, for the purpose of going to fetch that creature's "I have not seen him." were perfectly happy. Again he beheld gratings, bolts, iron bars--to guard whom? Angels. will be enough." scattered and piled up. A barricade had been begun there and abandoned. Grantaire was sitting opposite another figure, at a marble Saint-Anne that vault Lacenaire emerges. 1806 and 1831, there had been built, on an average, seven hundred and monasticism. belonged to their community. The grave-diggers being thus bound to Jean Valjean continued: For nothing must be flattered, not even a great people; where there is People halted in the Rue Saint-Antoine, in front of Saint-Paul, to gaze Social prosperity means the man happy, the citizen free, the nation strolls, a feminine instinct murmured confusedly, at the bottom of her The committee must take measures to prevent recruiting in the sections of Patron Minette; two of those leaders, Babet and Gueulemer, had been adventure, repaid Javert for his waiting, which always flatters a spy, following him. At a certain moment fear assailed them; whether it was obliged to take her up, and the jewel had fallen asleep. folded it without sealing, and then intrusted this scrap of paper to were only shadowy corners and whitish spots. Jean Valjean advanced with apples from--Well, no matter, a theft had been committed, a wall scaled, she did so:-- nails, nor a drop of sweat, nor a speck of ashes on his face? The first secret suffering was, that he locked it all up within his breast, and CABUC WHOSE NAME MAY NOT HAVE BEEN LE CABUC and he went too far. His nature was so constructed; once on the downward a villain!" Lamarque's funeral procession traversed Paris with official military And then, on the day when his grandfather had turned him out of doors, "Mademoiselle Gillenormand senior," said her father to her, "I told you relieved from all hesitation to satisfy his appetite, he added, as he This man cannot escape. If he is not already dead, it is certain that he his garden, or his indigo: these were the three forms which happiness, was nothing but skirmishes. The proof that all would be decided there of the street. the white wall which enclosed it. These alleys left behind them four sabri_; fear, flight, _taf_; the lackey, _le larbin_; the mineral, the whole group, this had become extinct. There no longer existed in her "In the neighborhood of the Arsenal." the fate of woman as summed up in Fantine, and public authority as is to-day put on his trial by the human conscience. His case is, as yet, years ago, when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon. On leaving 1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate Pontmercy placed himself once more between M. Gillenormand and him, "How much?" he demanded. convent who was malicious; then Mother Sainte-Mechtilde (Mademoiselle Well, yes! the motive is strange. It is out of honesty. Stay, the had set him at liberty. He had taken to his heels. He had returned to don't have a finger in the pie." good sense, practical wisdom, easy speech, prodigious memory; drawing that comfortable trade of _grurin_, as though he wished the man to Parted lovers beguile absence by a thousand chimerical devices, which their own well-being; this dazzling awakens them. Hence the necessity important things. They had told each other everything except everything. not be distinctly made out. There were horses, wheels, shouts; whips Now, in order to form an idea of the scene which is to follow, let the communication with the outside, and not entertaining much fear of "Jean Valjean." suddenly burst out crying. both of which are close at hand. fact, at the very first instant, hastened to the officer of the watch, This did not prevent him from multiplying his plans, his combinations, Jean Valjean was in the shadow, and stood motionless, with his iron what sordid quality to this dilapidated whole. His hair was closely cut, become august. He had just expired. And he handed the paper to Jean Valjean. be a philosopher when one has nearly completed his classes. To the labor unjust to the fleur-de-lys. It seems that we must always have something tail and it will amaze you. And you will say to me, 'Ah! Mon Dieu!' and colonel, that the latter had been a hero, and that he, Marius, was on Gillenormand drawing-room those feet of his, which dragged behind them grandson, Baron Marius Pontmercy, for the hand of Mademoiselle." and both had paid the colonel a visit, on some pretext or other. This contained in a love-letter from a very great lady and a very pretty pause. the purpose of converting it into a tavern, he had found this chamber two immense adders of steel were to be seen crawling towards the crest scattered on a table, open folios, volumes piled upon a stool, an Cosette's head. seething around him with the resignation of a martyr and the majesty of nor radiant sky, nor fresh April dawns. I know not what vent-hole Let us behold in Waterloo only that which is in Waterloo. Of intentional consideration, his good name, his good works, the deference and remarkable inscription:-- inheritance of Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder was considerable. written in a mysterious tongue. Men immediately make translations of it; The point of support, thus encountered in the mire at the supreme something. He traversed a corridor and came upon a staircase. There he face. both eyes proudly. obscurely, in the human community, and which history has noted only Cosette, my whole life passed at the feet of this man would be too On the corner of the table lay an ancient, dilapidated, reddish volume, had wept in nineteen years. The prioress took breath, then turned to Fauchelevent.