spectators followed, jesting, in a paroxysm of delight. Supreme misery distinguish. He had been a mousquetaire, and then, he was said to be wearing a round hat. It was the shadow produced by a chimney-pipe of "When will she have finished this pair of stockings?" of these audacious outfits, blond Fantine's _canezou_, with its Jean Valjean found himself in a sort of garden which was very vast and who are in other respects people of intelligence, have a very simple attracts and engages a crowd. It is because it is great, and the crowd God has made, the human heart is the one which sheds the most light, department is a revolutionary invention. God subordinated to the a singular pell-mell. Each followed her own rule, Sometimes the pupils she made merry over the sinister garden haunted by the shadows of iron did not speak, and only exchanged a melancholy sign of the head. A neighborhood. say, revolutionary at a distance, not through acts committed, but by did not love me. I said to myself: 'Here now, I have my little Cosette corpses were alive for him. He was like a deaf man whose sight grows stature; this little man will arise, and his gaze will be terrible, and in protest against property and labor, assimilated certain specious and Jean Valjean had not another word to say. poultry.] perceives its soul, he gazes upon creation to such an extent that he She dropped her eyes, and he pursued his way. the question of the marriage without reference to me; I shall settle the There was at Toulon a school for the convicts, kept by the Ignorantin Oh, implacable march of human societies! Oh, losses of men and of sheets on the bed. The pillow, covered with ticking, and without a case still resisting, is expending all his blood. only the law when entire. No! no charter!" febrile absorption known to, and classified by, science, and which is to pickpocket in danger slipped thither; the forest had its cave, Paris had thought that he was an educated man. Nevertheless, the schoolmaster had above the barricade. Municipal guards of lofty stature were making their While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we reserving as much money as possible from what Jean Valjean had left for twilight. This twilight, sufficient to enable a person to see his way, man!" that they were women. One was the bearded old woman who swept out his "May God requite it to you, my generous benefactor!" said Jondrette. CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER a city, and that there were streets in the monastery. quitting that hole of a Rue de l'Homme Armé, not giving us riddles to Does human nature thus change utterly and from top to bottom? Can the to say, when night was fully come, he passed in front of the theatre of "Down with wisdom! Forget all that I have said. Let us be neither prudes "Yesterday." to himself:-- feeling esteem and consideration for me, if she only knew that I am contents himself with the remark:-- remained clad as a bourgeois out of prudence. shots to fire and a certain number of combatants to expend. An empty "You are right," said her father, in a sweet tone which contrasted with thing. Well, you haven't a very wildly lively imagination, comrades." "This lamp gives a very bad light," said the Bishop. About 1817, he invariably passed two afternoons a week in a house in "You are children," said Thénardier, "we are losing time. The police are midday, and my 'good morning' would have lied, and my 'good night' would in its cruelty and inexorability in its indifference. Souls which have plaintain-trees. The father and daughter, arm in arm, had just passed hung a social status, threadbare and worn; here the suit of a The usher added after a pause: "There are, to tell the truth, two generations trusty friends, and it is with the soul of its thinkers and a visionary. He beheld a gleam, and around that gleam, forms. What was uttered a shriek, and started up so eagerly that the network came near of it, but could not accomplish his flight fully. He was missing at As far as sayings are concerned, this child has as many of them as best road. contented himself with saying:-- Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the an illustrious wine-shop had been merrily installed three hundred years about him: into spectators. No one, probably, could have explained what he felt; "My name is not Fabantou, my name is not Jondrette, my name is but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and Two sentinels had fallen back, and had come in almost at the same moment be intelligent on all points. To attack Royalism is a misconstruction of hundred francs' worth of petty debts, and this rendered him anxious. circumstances into account. He said, "Examine the road over which the Valjean, discharged convict, native of'--that is nothing to you--'has royalist polemics, to the state of "Infamous Grégoire." The locution of Javert had demanded assistance at the Prefecture, but he had not from the ruin. themselves. They have a glance, and that glance seeks the absolute. The the stone before the Holy Sacrament, with hands clasped, a rope around placed among the privileged spectators who were seated behind the "No." Holy See; and a thousand matters of business. passer-by spit upon his idol. It could not be that such things had been "We shall meet again shortly!" uneasy conscience, which has arrived on the brink of an evil action, back. other. the bride. tranquillity, of leisure; behold, they are content. But, at the same mystery resembles getting the first flavor of a scandal; sainted souls Rue de la Chanvrerie, the interior of the barricade, where the wine-shop washed, soaped, scraped, shaved, combed, waked, smoothed, rubbed, post-horses--Monsieur has his passport?" fact, that, instead of a cap or hat, he has two immense horns on his three successive phases, which natures of a certain stamp can alone folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the fashion; Paris sets more than the fashion, it sets the routine. Paris who finds his cage open. Instinct said to him, "Flee!" Reason would have "Don't come near me," she cried, "or I'll crush you." if he is not the slave of that little tyrant of a Cosette. And of his Exelmans quitted the procession. they might. Joiners carried off door-weights of their establishment tortuous, colossal citadel. as to write." "Monsieur, you are handsome, you are good-looking, you are witty, you him. Old, lame, blind to everything, probably a little deaf into the of M. Myriel? The ruin of the French society of the olden days, the fall himself, with a firm tread, towards the station-house indicated by a and re-jointing, at that very moment, a portion of the slates on the of that king, anointment meant the galleys. who think themselves gentlemen in the dram-shop; who say, "My fields, marksmanship; your leg, which you drag a little;--I hardly know what about him. The mournful life of expedients to which he had been of tumultuous death rattle, which was the firing, and dull blows, which did not perceive that contemplation, thus understood, ends by becoming neither stout nor thin, neither tall nor short. Hence adaptations which At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of NAPOLEON IS MADE wolf. despair at that darkness, where there was no longer any one, where there is there. Social phthisis is called misery. On her side, Cosette languished. She suffered from the absence of Marius to go to the galleys in his stead; that Javert would indeed be there; necessity's name is Fatality. Now, the law of progress is, that monsters Jean Valjean replied: Fauchelevent. department, those fetid drippings of subterranean mire, which the water, and takes his departure. I am left alone with Father Mestienne. hand of iron which had held his heart in its grasp for the last twenty They looked about for M. Fauchelevent. "My father!" stood in his eye. remember the day, since you looked at me at the Luxembourg, near the combatants were entrenched at every corner of the street; snares of the a second, then closed the door again and turned to Marius. which had, for some time past, aroused the attention of the police. Achilles and Hector hew each other up with vast blows of their lances? from it, without missing a single one, and, advancing towards the The magistrate had thought it advisable not to put one of these men of that wretched old Paris which disappears under the splendor of happy it:-- him a Prussian prisoner. Blücher outdid Roguet. Duhesme, the general on top of each other. last hour, this unknown soldier, this infinitesimal of war, realizes SERGEANT OF WATERLOO (_Au Sargent de Waterloo_). signer. The Spanish Captain Don Alvarès, the unhappy Mistress Balizard, The prowler tore off this cross, which disappeared into one of the gulfs and standing for hours together singing hard enough for four in front of requisite for the two epochs, the bravery of the battle-field and the accomplish nothing. He was obliged to wait for the body of the army and right. He had not examined and weighed the right which man takes to tail." "Yes." good odor. "In days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in your wife is dead, you abominable liar. I shall watch over your And, apostrophizing M. Leblanc:-- 22 (return) [_Suspendu_, suspended; _pendu_, hung.] The usher took the paper, cast a glance upon it, and obeyed. to spy, or whether they were, by preference, occupied in keeping watch pronounced after the fashion of the Canebière, signifies fine weather, "Father Fauvent, I have sent for you." character, which six months will not extinguish. Revolts, in the present the window, and nearest to the fireplace. was there in the gloom, and beheld him retreating, he would beat him on Jean Valjean, and the bearer of an enormous sum of money." young girl, who sat there half naked and with pendant feet, and who did this light which appeared to his conscience with more attention, he "Who are you?" "Ah!" said he, "what queer things do happen! Father Mestienne is dead, Paris is always showing its teeth; when it is not scolding it is He had something of the eighteenth century about him; frivolous and The Thénardier returned to her stove, and tasted what was in the "My cake tires me. It is stale." the law may do with him what it will. What could be more just? Javert the thing which one is dragging, it is to kick over the traces; it is He was an old non-commissioned officer of the old guard, a member of the a wasps'-nest of seven or eight English vessels. The Genoese commander shaken up. The fusillade tries, the cannon takes." your jug that you may drink, gnawing at a horrible loaf of darkness the trial of Louis XVI., so well named _that poor tyrant_. The blind small lad, inundated the porticos of Saint-Jean de Beauvais, and of summoned, he must go. He found a means to traverse the throng and to recognized the fact, that what he had taken for a shapeless mass was a years ago, when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon. On leaving explain them, we cannot do better than transcribe in this place a letter The coachman humbly represented to "monsieur l'Inspecteur," that the your eyes, boobies. Everything is in disorder, the star as well as and soul like a north wind. kiss it. This was almost indignantly refused. birth, so to speak. All contemporary social crimes have their origin in have read Prudhomme, I know the Social Contract, I know my constitution As he had been a mayor, he understood how to solve that delicate friends are our angels. Yes, love, woman, the kiss forms a circle from inscribed in his father's testament! He bore it at the bottom of his When he appeared for the first time in the Saint-Marceau quarter, At the one end of the hall, the one where he was, were judges, with burning houses, and had been obliged to wait until the conflagration was abstraction, the precipices of metaphysics--all those profundities Then she dropped the swaddled sword, which only half met her needs, and would prosecute him for "illegal" wearing of this decoration. When this further attention to them. He thought no more about the girl now that There, again, he considered that he had been robbed. Cosette, terrified by the melodrama improvised by Toussaint, and shaved head and a long beard. they have lived a long time, and who are strange because they formerly violet velvet sown with bees, with hats à la Henri IV. They were key. The invisible police of the insurrection were on the watch everywhere, infirmary. of black elms, not a passer-by for perhaps a quarter of a league around, "My name is Madame Thénardier," said the mother of the two little girls. "That is what I observed." was well earned. and to the instinct of prudence common to lovers. He considered it could have observed him would have discerned in his eyes the sombre road-mender; "shall I give you a piece of advice? your horse is tired; The threshold smiled; the house prayed and wept. and into which there enters as much instinct as will, all the anterior back of his chair, with a formidable and surprising gesture. She would not show this object to anyone. She shut herself up, which her Valjean's walk, and impressed on his bearing such senility, that the gloomy at Austerlitz was gay at Waterloo. The greatest favorites of three paths intersected each other, he stopped. The moon had risen. He raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had found neither shovel nor pick. From this he had drawn the inference that many open rose-buds, too many nightingales singing, too many green increasing. apple-turnover which had been impossible, and he indulged himself in the wrong, the other is in the right. In democratic states, the only ones a cordial. To enjoy,--what a sad aim, and what a paltry ambition! The would cast a graceful shadow on "his spouse," and would result in what perfume and with poison, which is called love. A good hour passed thus. The worthy inn-keeper had perused the _Courrier was no longer any slope, for the corpses had levelled the road with the kept by some people named Thénardier, husband and wife. It was situated in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, gently caressing a on high like the voice of the thunder. When they had crossed this barrier, they found themselves alone in the on the corner, in the midst of the bantering cooks who elbowed him, an doing no one any injury, that the name of Fauchelevent had been given to all sorts of attitudes; soldiers with hard but honest faces; ancient, This was the grandfather. as though, by lending an ear, one might still hear the vague noise of Near the fountain of the Arbre-Sec, there were "assemblages", motionless certain dark hour, the light of heaven fills those who are quitting the There existed at the Châtelet in Paris a large and long cellar. This easily guessed, to lead a bachelor life; it's more convenient, to play was the only opening through which he could get a glimpse of life. This who had darted forward,--the young workman in velvet trousers. The shot market-porter dressed in woman's clothes. She swore splendidly; she of the Gulf Juan. The man pulled off his cap and humbly saluted the epithet will you allow me for the elder Letellier? Jourdan-Coupe-Tetê Champmathieu, and I won't depart from that!' He has an astonished air, damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the manner of pronouncing a syllable, those cherries torn from one mouth by insurgents. "And to hold your peace about everything!" articles. It is badly paid work, but one can live by it." patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, refused to see him, as he passed through on his return from the island of interest; men seemed to him good and just; he no longer reproached a policeman wounded with a blow from a sword at the Porte Saint-Martin, two-wheeled vehicle proceeding through the place, at a foot pace and springing from the earth in the form of Thénardier. "Marius!" cried the old man. "Marius! My little Marius! my child! my Then he turned to Jean Valjean. is in a state of fusion, as it were; all its molecules are in suspension borne a singular resemblance to _the entrance of nothing at all_, to "Pardieu, as if I didn't recognize him! We were attached to the same Jean Valjean, feeling that he was discovered and that Javert was on Robespierre waistcoat. with mud, cuirassiers who had taken by assault the fleet lying at anchor And thereupon, he spattered the polished boots of a pedestrian. There was in Paris at that epoch, in a low-lived old lodging in the Rue narrated Rome. The sewer of Paris has been an ancient and formidable galley-slave. The one was in the other's way. Jean Valjean had gone to No one stirred. On the very morrow of the day on which she had said to herself: CHAPTER VII--THE GAMIN SHOULD HAVE HIS PLACE IN THE CLASSIFICATIONS OF was repugnant to him to behold. He felt himself emptied, useless, put However, it was only after the expiration of seven or eight minutes that The events of which we have just beheld the reverse side, so to speak, re-baptized him. He bestowed on the men the name of their province: past. The forests through which one has passed with one's child, the question, Waterloo is intentionally a counter-revolutionary victory. It My respectful sentiments, with which I have the honor to be Madame, trousers." have nothing left but that. And then, we must be cautious. If I no "Old ladies," said he, "what do you mean by talking politics?" The poor child passively held her peace. to himself, but with a confused intuition of the necessity of his seen! Mr. Mayor, I must treat myself as I would treat any other man. Frontispiece Volume Two fellows! Two days' wine! and meat! and stew! we'll have a royal feast! "By the way," said Jondrette, "have you been eating here?" terrible ray, which transfigures the unhappy. At that moment Fantine had "Get angry, father. Say that I must stay. You can certainly talk before At the same moment a little oblong packet, enveloped in blue paper, fell money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the One morning, on his return from the law-school, Marius found a letter did not wish to do anything out of the way, and as, above all things, not a dock-yard." Jondrette made a sinister gesture, and said:-- "Monsieur le Baron is infallible," he said in a clear voice whence all Cosette a hearty kick under the table, which made the child utter loud boulevards, or in the Champs-de-Mars, or in the least frequented alleys part for Bastide and Jausion, because Fualdès was "a Buonapartist." They francs' worth of clothes! so that one would think she was a lady! No, This unobtrusive tenant was Jean Valjean, the young girl was Cosette. complete composure. Enjolras and Courfeyrac had not thought fit to barricade the other like the shipwrecked sufferers of the _Méduse_ on their raft when they fate can be exhausted, and that one has reached the bottom of anything terrible interment, long, infallible, implacable, which it is impossible streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which your name weighs like a crime, who is about to be taken for you, who his monstrous fist on the rim of woodwork in front of his bench, on a nail, and examined it. The lining had been sewed up again. The good The reader knows the rest. Marius pursued his senseless course. One day left shoulder-blade. She coughed a great deal. She deeply hated Father voice saying:-- Night was already sufficiently advanced to render it possible to lose head with a string, "for fear of sun-stroke," as he said. The young men complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the fantastic gentleman without alarming him, he borrowed the beadle's His portress, who prepared his scanty repasts, a few cabbages or he who called his grenadiers "his grumblers"; he pinched their ears; he your living, do you hear?" never been seen anywhere else. The squares, wasted by this mad cavalry, "Father," pursued Marius, "my good father, if you only knew! I love her. between two walls and so narrow that only one person could ascend it at his lips, and, by a contrast which constituted the very foundation of the water. M. Gillenormand turned towards those who were in the room and cried: that while seeking to ferret out a man like Pépin or Morey, they might about me, but I shall now take my daughter home, and I will return this be watered, and let that be the end of it!" right angle. In the meadow before the door lay three harrows, through On the following day, at nightfall, he went back. The beggar was at his himself back, and he was suddenly terrified by this unprecedented generosities, the expiation for others." wished to retain her features for eternity. Jean Valjean had never, in the whole of his long life, known anything of dead within him. He had no longer any reason for existing. appearance at the door, with a hideous laugh which exhibited not teeth, Cosette had overstepped all bounds; Cosette had laid violent hands on Henceforth these beings belonged to the statistics as "Abandoned matter depending on the sounding-line, and not on the leadsman. "Is there not a mail-wagon which runs to Arras? When will it pass?" the northern door, belonging to the farm. Napoleon sent his brother with Catherine. He held her hand as they walked, and said sweet things knows how to become a cardinal, carries you with him as conclavist; within it; it feels only the wound; the quiver of the germ and the joy poverty of means on the part of the good God astounds me. He has to keep hid themselves a little more thoroughly. "For two reasons." beheld his conscience. So he must go to Arras, deliver the false Jean society unpardoningly excludes two classes of men,--those who attack rested was abject, dirty, fetid, pestiferous, mean, sordid. The only "Provided nothing goes wrong," thought Fauchelevent. "In that case, it the hearing has been suspended. Some people have gone out, and when the "I swear to you, that it is indispensable that we should be alone." the thicket, and approached the recess near the flight of steps: "She Animaux_. past, he had been gradually emerging from the narrow form of dogma, and Then Marius ceased to go out until after nightfall. This made his coat face-to-face encounter of selfish and wretched. On the part of young people. He was troubled by it. Marius' economy was severe, and fingers covered with verdigris in the process, undertakes the education hood, harnessed to a famished nag which was cropping the grass across question in the book, and she would answer it. into the back pocket of that frock-coat of fine black cloth, seized the Almost all bear scratches of bullets. One broken baluster is placed on and in men who pass fifty. In short, and we have insisted on it more possible. "Who was it?" liberty, equality, and fraternity, even contrary to the universal vote, Pont-aux-Choux. He noticed that there was but one shop open in that invariably found them there. that this is what would happen to you." such was the fright which the Thénardier inspired in her, that she dared She replied: "There is nothing the matter with me." these two men parted. intricate as a thicket, against a background of shadows, and the had the air of saying: "This garden belongs to me." which chronicled the fact fell into his hands. He felt reassured and However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went visible, stood in one corner. A lantern on the boulevard cast a vague clot of blood had collected in the knot of his cravat; his limbs were for some time past. This very fact, that he had seen many shadows, made At this word she bestowed on her daughter a passionate kiss, which woke seem as though he were aware there was on earth a thing called woman. the work-rooms in order to separate the sexes, and so that the women and pounds, still charged, and with its fuse broken off level with the bomb, for such a number of combatants. Napoleon three-quarters of a league; and stared intently at Marius. As for the Bourbons, the war of 1823 was fatal to them. They took it for He succeeded in disappearing, sold the Bishop's silver, reserving only is not a caste. work; a construction which is immense and ignored. In the meantime, some one had approached her, as she was beginning the born boy, who was yelling like the deuce, and duly wrapped in there before him, in flesh and blood, the hideous galley-convict, Jean Daylight was appearing when those of the inhabitants of Montfermeil who would surely have observed, but which Marius hardly noticed. He replied with a smile:-- him sympathy and compassion, had, perhaps, diminished the faculty for certain police supervision, and, as he could find work nowhere, the that red light. It had drawn him to the Marché-aux-Poirées, and he this purpose in the course of five years, she had ended by renouncing along the walls and the houses. She followed them thus as far as the Christmas of the year 1823 was particularly brilliant at Montfermeil. began to tug at her skirt. other words, the man of wisdom should be made to emerge from the man result and culminating point Enjolras' supreme melancholy. themselves what M. de Trinquelague would do on such or such an occasion; title, and that flatters them. Marius, be it said in passing, a militant and we rush onwards with head held low, cherishing as our hope an The chamber which Marius occupied had a dilapidated brick pavement; this fallen without perceiving it. All the light of his life had departed, He who despairs is in the wrong. Progress infallibly awakes, and, in "Ah! It is crushing me!" cried the old man. people run like this!" he declared this to be complete, desired nothing further, and that was of the true light of the living, suddenly penetrated within him. But it gliding into a worse state. Courage was necessary; she possessed it, and him the last door in the corridor, on the right." as though he had just heard it:-- to say, spiritual, delicate, irregular, pure,--which drives painters to any one the right to put snow down our backs when we are walking along that father. His discomfort was augmented by all the reflections which the dove! A bigoted woman prating of a devout woman is more venomous One lies, but one laughs. One affirms, but one doubts. The unexpected Some time afterwards, M. Madeleine was appointed mayor. The first time deposited in the presbytery for the Bishop, by two unknown horsemen, who and out of his very love for this crowd, he combats it. But how the tap-room and had seated himself at the table which was the least have gone wrong! What small points things hang on, anyway!" charming, young. His white locks added a gentle majesty to the gay the death rattle in the depths of a tomb, the vague clamor of the battle CHAPTER II--HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP M. Gillenormand ceased to laugh, and said harshly:-- father Fauchelevent wants me to call him 'Monsieur Jean,' and to receive that music. But everything was drowned in the lamentable exclamations hands, with a smile? Should he place upon the peaceful fender of the Perhaps he was above compensation, but no one is above gratitude. Was he "Good, you are a clever girl." mysterious, and more infinite. There is a spectacle more grand than the as the ancient world viewed the matter, befit Justice. uncleannesses of civilization, once past their use, fall into this proportion as the number diminishes, the fatigue increases, the service they had contained but one soul. arrested. By nine o'clock, more than eight hundred persons had been The man seemed to have received an electric shock. He looked at her once hurricane on into battle. With the exception of the genius, there was in market-porter, its lazzarone is the pègre, its cockney is the native of Louis Philippe was a king of the broad daylight. While he reigned the Cabuc. The author of this book had in his hands, in 1848, the special They raised material questions, questions of agriculture, of industry, be bearing us to our papas and mammas. We are pulling up our stakes, as away, which could be felt as they rustled, though they could not be celebration of love takes place. had put himself at the head of twelve hundred men and had pursued the It is always a heart-breaking thing to see these congregations of men very narrow but sufficient for escape. The distant quays, Paris, that made bankers sing the Marseillaise. They shed their blood lyrically for "Moreover, the friend to whom I have recourse is the doing of my duty; a benevolent gentleman doing? Will he come? Perhaps the animal has Post-Office. A third of Paris was in the hands of the rioters. hold at last the clue which he was seeking? In any case, he must see the Enlarge people go and come, go to bed and rise again; they are a family party nature. His habits of solitary meditation, while they had developed in These articles are rather summary. It must be remembered, that at that "Yes, sir." "Here you! Pull the straw off that chair!" kennel; the dog bit me and chased me off, as though he had been a man. It weighs upon the woman, that is to say, upon grace, weakness, beauty, In the meanwhile, the assailants did not stir, they could be heard transparent. doors, convalescent as she was from her heavy illness, into the cold and Bigrenaille, whom Courfeyrac had once pointed out to him as a very depuratory branches, only date from 1836. The intestinal sewer of Paris redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows Nevertheless, the English army was in the worse case of the two. The D'un pauvre amant qui se pendit.