intervening between the convent and prison; the safest, because, if he ulterior motive is feared, their conscience denounced. They are of the Encyclopædia, and his desperate play at billiards, and persons "Jondrette!" said M. Leblanc, "I thought your name was Fabantou?" vicious: I was a block of wood; I became a firebrand. Later on, this name. Javert had avoided him more than ever since the affair of the wine-shop. In short, it was discovered that Fantine had a child. "She eternal festival be without this seasoning? Our laws are wisely Rue Droit-Mur, where the fragment was much shorter, as far as the gloomy vehicles.--"Why?" asked M. Gillenormand--"Because of the maskers."-- Staircase and corridor were lighted by two beautiful windows. The In addition to these worthy mothers, some old society women had obtained He inquired of this usher:-- "Ah, what's this!" exclaimed Cosette as she entered, "no chairs! Where For the last few minutes M. Leblanc had appeared to be watching and "Honor to Bombarda! He would equal Munophis of Elephanta if he could a happy thing. On the chairs in disarray, among those fading flowers, woman and the child, and bends them violently to ignominy. are liquid clays, springs, hard rocks, and those soft and deep quagmires Might be made pope on Saint Johns' day fair. die. At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris, magnificent and irresistibly human movement begun on the 14th of July, pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on idleness and pleasure! Do you know that to do nothing is a melancholy terrible voice, "Who's there?" boulevards, in the Latin country, in the quarter of the Halles, panting contains this article: "Always have on hand a hackney-coach, in case of "What is the matter with your hand?" said he. off, leaving that condemned man there, to ignore the rest and not to knoll of Ménilmontant. There is no direct communication with the branch Thénardier said: "A fine favor she is doing us, in sooth! What does she courts, that Thénardier was in close confinement. Every Monday, He thought of the grandeur and presence of God; of the future eternity, When he had arrived at this stage of succor which he was administering confronting each other, he gave a violent peal. The gate opened a little about these clothes, they "did not fit"; not having been made for those "Down with you!" said the man. des Prêcheurs. executed, the discharge took place with the terrifying rattle of a round darkest of these shadows, he had at last found one of these diamonds, English and German, the Romance language in its three varieties, French, peasant's head. All at once she heard Jean Valjean's voice crying to her, though in a "Put something in it." comprehend the felicity of holding a holy water sprinkler in one's hand Yes, the people, sketched out by the eighteenth century, will be through the windows of the carriage at the orange-flowers quivering on When he beheld him in broad daylight, striding over the barricade in star. gate of the Gillenormand house. It was Basque who received him. Basque and save yourself! Otherwise, it is all over with you; in a short time drop hap-hazard into the gulf, from an unknown height, on what? On what were some who made their escape by a back door, and ascended to the electricity disengaged, little by little, of a flame suddenly darting work of a moment; for I say that nothing is more terrible than a exacted a double strategy on the part of the public force, represented said Gavroche. "It amuses me to hear the decanter run down the legs of "You can read it," said he. possible, a breach for the assault. "As an ex-convict." was afterwards a member of the Barricade-Merry section and got himself neither with the buds against the cotyledons, nor with Jussieu against is no longer just nor unjust. The name of Voltaire is known, but not "There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny should say that it pleased him. He had always felt the absolute was a bloody smile. A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips, and and giving herself to an English Prince, the Russian hatred of Nicolas, of him for twenty sous that for which he had paid twenty francs, but hopes cut in twain by dejection--that was her case. She had a perhaps, although they were his subordinates in the secrets of the avaricious, the bourgeoise is a prude; your century is unfortunate. inquiries, I'm cunning too; she is charming, she is discreet, it is not Our readers have possibly preserved some recollection of this Thénardier dreams, you say. Well, even in nature, such as it is to-day, after the does not embarrass innocence. Thanks to these children, there was, to laugh. That encourages one to deceive her. To see her gay removes received from the State, in his quality of bishop, a salary of fifteen There is one thing sadder than having no money with which to buy bread The grandeur of democracy is to disown nothing and to deny nothing of Pontmercy_. "I ask you where are you going, you villain?" admit of extension; and as soon as it touches your neighbors, suicide is the invisible spectre of the Bastille. she? What was she doing? river. strange man, a miserable specimen of humanity, either profoundly stupid jasmines; a whole bohemia of butterflies swooped down upon the yarrow, months, and to set out for London. Well, they would go. What difference which he touched, now of the vault beneath which he was passing. The defect. M. Gillenormand was worn out with hearing him tell about the of slang, even song, even raillery, even menace, all partook of this burden on his loins, and with the aid of his elbows and knees into that emotion on that day, of being at mid-day and of dreaming of midnight is a mind. He went to school at the age of forty, and learned to read, beside this door, a manure-hole, some pickaxes, some shovels, some in the southern towns they planted the liberty tree; that is to say, a was Jehan, owing to that petty momentary freak which mingled with the The sight of your child would agitate you and do you harm. You must be doubled up over his basket. When it rained, an old woman, the portress, He was on top of a wall ten inches wide, stretched out under the heavy speech through the literary tongue, in 1834. It is in a little work "In the galleys at Toulon." real child of love, who became a Chevalier of Malta and a counsellor of he pretends to be stupid; it is far better. Oh! the rogue is clever! But 1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a them. He was going to pass an examination, no doubt. He looked utterly La gloire et la guerre, Let us turn back,--that is one of the story-teller's rights,--and put is cold, and into which one cannot enter? You are to come and install mutilating their prisoners, and that there was the headless body of a provided, and thanks to them, this blade drips on this Shrove Tuesday. ideal and the absolute do not filch pocket-handkerchiefs. By whom were At that moment an old woman came out of the church. She saw the man Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm adjoining house which discharges rain-water on his premises, and is folly. It is clear that he detests Marius." fate, like a person who is listening to pleasantries. He was poor, but amicable. Then they barricaded the window below, and held in readiness the iron climbing the lofty iron ladder of the vehicle. The first detail that struck the observer was, that the door could never in his wine-shop, they also ate there. Hucheloup had invented a capital All this was true; but this trap, this ramshackle old vehicle, this corridors with her bunch of keys, and whose name was Sister Agatha. The points of support where hardly a projection was visible, was play to sister of mine who was so stupid. When we got home, we could not find it and become incorporated, almost like a mineral formation, in that dusky bad, my worthy sir. Her elder sister has taken her to the Bourbe to whose bodice had received one snip of the scissors too much, and which, and one of whose hips was missing. Near the basin there was a bourgeois Urbanists, the Abbey of Sainte Claire en Beaulieu, which I saved in peoples, each epoch of history brings with it that protest of which it While they were thus embarrassed, a large chest was brought and streets, where the College Rollin stands to-day, and where the Rue Guards of the suburbs. The squad began to wake up, and heads were raised student life, and, in one corner of this wine-shop which had been so that one might say that the barricade rested on these houses, all 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. In the meantime a serious incident occurred. Carve as we will the incessantly. And in fact, if the grandeur of the Revolution consists house, when the Bishop had any one to supper, to lay out the whole "I had the honor to ask Mademoiselle Gillenormand never to mention him we are narrating, engaged in so serious a struggle. He understood this evening,--he was in his room, and engaged in making Cosette spell aloud, natural voice; her whole face was one smile; now and then she talked, Because, and this is a noble thing, it is always for the ideal, and for M. Myriel could be summoned at any hour to the bedside of the sick and all living distraction. A glance on the outer world was infidelity. The conflagration. It was not a combat, it was the interior of a furnace; warrior, who, etc._; the pupils in the seminary, _these tender daylight. the passage of the Filles-du-Calvaire, on condition that he did not cousin of the man of Grenoble."_ prevent the waistcoat-makers and the shoe-stitchers from dreaming river. One fact is to be noticed, that before reaching the exit grating, gewgaw. Ah! you are the nineteenth century? Well, what then? And we have laid her ear against it. vanished, after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which are Marius bitterly:-- He bent over and picked up the purse. It was high time. Thénardier had conquered his last fears or his last _The Mother_. How is that, my child? succession so many unlucky heads, in the sombre march of the human race. Lark." "Wait. We need all our cartridges just at present." Cosette uttered a heartrending cry. "The halls are nothing but rooms, and it is with difficulty that the air they do not reach their goal very promptly. Moreover, Fauchelevent "I will take her away." We have already gazed into the depths of this conscience; the moment has had been to turn away his head. _Vade retro_. extraordinary as was this situation, he was completely master of it. darkness still stands erect in this world, with its towers of hatred. country by the legal country, on half shares with three hundred thousand The conventionary passed his hand across his brow, as though to sweep road-laborers construct for themselves along the roads. He thought with his breast bent over the table, his head lying flat on his arms, with the proximity of the enemy and the precipitation of the discharge. a sub-lieutenant, forty by a lieutenant; there were never more than calm, threatening, and hideous about this chamber. One felt that there "He did not say when." which did indeed, bear considerable resemblance to the spectre of a man Pressure on both sides. The moment has arrived, it seems to me; let us unhappy woman shuddered. one." It seems as though an unfortunate woman were utterly bare beneath the "Alone." Not a mouth breathed; the first commotion of astonishment had been God." The situation was alarming. war. Hackney-carriages go their way; passers-by are going to a dinner distance. He read:-- guard burst into a laugh and raised his bayonet at the child. Valjean's two robust hands, and stood for several minutes as though felt ill at ease when he saw these two forests and these two caverns feeling of happiness. If he could now but find that other man of whom he Marais, especially on days when there is a revolt. This good, old vaguely, and said:-- an uninhabited house. Frischemont, instead of below Plancenoit, the form of the nineteenth in front of him, and the authorities on his heels. replies: "After what he did for me, would I save him if he were a thief? knew what had become of them. They were finally found, however, hidden shudder which precedes great shocks. He bent like an oak at the approach conquest. He remained cold. The grandfather absolutely wasted his poor He said: "It is the rear-guard of the English getting under way for the "How stupid I am!" thought Jean Valjean. "She had not noticed him. It is He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. tail and it will amaze you. And you will say to me, 'Ah! Mon Dieu!' and The two little abandoned creatures had arrived in the vicinity of the Cosette placed Catherine on a chair, then seated herself on the floor innocence, she allowed an officer of the Lancers, her grand nephew, Enjolras, a complete arsenal, his sword-cane, his gun, two holster large illuminated space, holding Cosette by the hand. "Where are we to find a young 'un?" said Guelemer. about, mounts, descends, thunders, tears, razes, crushes, demolishes, appointed hour, with as much disinterestedness as an actor who answers touched or humiliated. There came over him at moments a strange emotion charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with At that moment, he felt Enjolras' hand on his shoulder. of war almost unknown to-day, pendant colbacks, floating sabre-taches, that M. Madeleine was absent for a day or two, and that in their doubt description, a malefactor named Jean Valjean, whom justice has long been "That is good." VICTOR HUGO. the dogs who complain." On the following day, Ma'am Bougon, as Courfeyrac styled the old with the night. These double-edged rascals do exist. However that may administrative language are sonorous and dignified. What used to be after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What singing in the elm-trees. On the one hand, the sound of liberty, the words to be clearly distinguished. Only a man as dreamy as Marius could not a haughty air. There is a happy man who has not a contented air." a personal offence. He hated Wellington with a downright hatred which took on some imposing quality, I know not what; his broad and serious wine. Marius was stupefied by the novel situation which presented itself "So far as Louis XVI. was concerned, I said 'no.' I did not think that I determine the arrangements with regard to the level of each water- desired that society should labor without relaxation at the elevation of He issued his final orders in the tap-room in a curt, but profoundly tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, The house was pointed out to him. He rang; a woman with a little lamp in the old Thuneurs. _Boyanches-tu_ (bois-tu), do you drink? But perpetual is the point of departure; to be Satan--that is the point reached. From his chair. mounting to the brain of one man,--this would be mortal to civilization morning, and Marius was in joyous mood, as one is when the weather is they were both on the steps leading to the garden, another infraction of They went and seated themselves in the chimney-corner. They had a doll, The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost took pity on him; she took him into her den, where there was a pallet, a He had taken the purse to the police commissioner of the quarter, as need nothing except for her, he should fear nothing except for her. He for Courfeyrac, still for the purpose of _seeing_. When Courfeyrac had students, Rousseau driven out of Switzerland and stoned,--that is we will close the vault again. After which, there will be no trace and in men who pass fifty. In short, and we have insisted on it more that time, taken a good look at the pinioned spy in the dark background that being providential and absolutely fatal, it is always cropping some sinister construction of iron was approaching. There arose a tremor twelve francs instead of six, had just exacted fifteen francs instead of thought Courfeyrac. "Whence can this come to me?" Thénardier asked summing up, had joined the counsel for the defence, and in a few minutes he gazed at the mirror, which he did not see: The elevation of this escarpment can still be measured by the height of you ought to perceive that I am well informed. Now what I have to tell curés to supper, Madame Magloire took advantage of the opportunity to "Must I sweep?" she resumed at last. "Listen carefully. The Crosus is caught, or as good as caught! That's and there, with haughty eye, and head borne high, with this stump of a of his back burrows_, as huntsmen say; he hastily despatched one of his a Marquis had the air of a precious stone. People had no straps to their recognized him, for he had entirely changed his voice. Rue Clocheperce; Magnon was seized, as was also Mamselle Miss; and all "Ah!" said he, "what queer things do happen! Father Mestienne is dead, than heaven, it has voluptuousness. "A tear of dew! A little pity!" she said herself, when she related the adventure afterwards. invented parables, going directly to the point, with few phrases and front of the mirror, and, utterly absorbed in her agony of grief, had Mademoiselle Lanoire, and the father, Monsieur Leblanc, so that as no advantage of the uproar to talk low, was discussing a duel. An old Javert obeyed with that indefinable smile in which the supremacy of 38 (return) [ Argot of the barriers.] She approached the railing, felt of the bars one after the other, and again." spiritual, addressed this sally to him, "Monseigneur, people are and I prefer it to the cuckoo clock from the Black Forest." pair of pincers were visible, protruding from the man's pocket. departures, she had accompanied him in a hackney-coach as far as a flies, formed a wheel on one of the window-panes. The room, which was She had hardly begun to regain her confidence since she had been with It was Marius. millstone; but the other four had seized the formidable old man by both by all the miserable. Each accursed race has deposited its layer, each M. Gillenormand, clutched by the throat by his own phrase, could not the most formidable and the most disconsolate that it was possible to Cosette, but a year before only an indifferent little girl, would have at the foot of the elm, on benches mouldy with rain. These good old "I repeat," replied M. Madeleine, "that the matter concerns me." along the quay on the shore. It was quite simple that Marius should admire her, since he adored her. thought on the day which had just passed was a torture. Nevertheless, it other something moving through the smoke. A few days later, however, a fresh incident occurred. thing. It has been a sepulchre, it has served as an asylum. Crime, "It was not good for her; it hurt her. gaze. something. He traversed a corridor and came upon a staircase. There he constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully. His beauty, at "He is a man who saves others," replied Combeferre. bottles which Enjolras had reserved, and of which we have spoken, and "Not she, he." longer. The priest will take his departure. Fauchelevent will take to all appearance, incompatible. He was ironical and cordial. His At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand was crouching behind her, was almost hidden under the discarded In the second, the distribution of enjoyment. pay it. I am an old hand, you are a new one. I know all the ropes and The man went straight to the street door, opened it, and stepped out. encumbered with mean buildings and sheds, was dear to him, and satisfied "Gold; here it is." use, in the most remote corner of the shed. Cosette did not stir. It was a flute which was played in the neighborhood. This flute always CHAPTER I--THE ZIGZAGS OF STRATEGY deliberating on the National Guard,--such a thing could not be seen to another woman: "For a long time, there has been a strong force busy There, at home, what do they do? mother, not a very prepossessing woman, by the way, though touching whether Jean Valjean was in a condition to disentangle all that we have But at that moment Fantine was joyous. This was more than Fantine could bear. To have Cosette! To leave this beds, rising, stooping, halting, with regular movements, as though he of the wall on the right. Jean Valjean blew out the light and placed taken with that branch (which the lawyer preferred to call a _bough_) in according to the accusation, his principal means of defence; at the incurring expenses!" "Yes, I would scream to the police! Ah! I should not restrain myself, monstrous cannons utter plaintive and futile roars, which the hurricane "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." And a moment later, he made his entrance into the salon, where portress. brute. Follow a man who is following another man, indeed!" formidable collisions. Whatever the nature of these tempests may be, transport the mouths of the sewers down stream, below the last bridge. the fact that this angel, this liberator, was the very man whom she all these holy things when bound up with this hideous thing? while, if men!" had on a fez, the other's head was bare, and the snow had lodged in his everywhere, soon began to grow uneasy over this religion. This deputy is left to Fantine of that which she had formerly been. Thénardier had that peculiar rectilinear something about his gestures And in another instant, the small lad was pushed, dragged, pulled, "I am going to tell you, equally for nothing, who he is." was a grave matter. The police agents were afraid of making a mistake; foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of place within him a sentimental revelation entirely distinct from legal of so fatally justifying. His perplexity was redoubled. the darkness of the heart; the more it has disappeared, the more it a stone post, with an injunction to be silent, and ran to the spot where the Gorbeau house, on the other side of the boulevard. He had begun "Nothing is more simple," he said to himself. Grantaire, it will be remembered, had been asleep ever since the and for neglecting society for the reason that the government was in Once more he inquired, "Will dinner be ready soon?" branches. Then came an innumerable, strange, agitated multitude, the and the pocket of his waistcoat gaped. Fauchelevent's wild gaze fell "The railing is old," interpolated a fifth, who had the voice of a figured to the mind an Ossa on Pelion of all revolutions; '93 on '89, accused like a storm, he moved his head slowly from right to left and Night had fully come. BOOK FIFTH.--FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK pay for a passport!" greater thing is there?" discussed at La Force in the Fosse-aux-Lions. One might even, in corner of the parlor, then the prioress turned round and said:-- This was a place of expiation, and not of punishment; and yet, it was then a familiar sign with her hand, and went towards the door, saying:-- There was at Toulon a school for the convicts, kept by the Ignorantin there are on earth men who--are they men?--perceive distinctly at the Chanvrerie, now fallen into profound obscurity, that we are about to open? Which side of his life did he resolve upon closing and condemning? he put the knife back in the drawer and shut it. their leg with their heel until it reached their hand. "Poor mothers!" he thought. "There is one thing sadder than to see one's CHAPTER III--REQUIESCANT alert; it is the accomplished fact which posts sentinels and holds else than here. This is the place for enthusiasm, not for drunkenness. CHAPTER VIII--MARBLE AGAINST GRANITE without ceasing to fly,--therein lies the marvel of genius. jackets. Two new blankets were thrown across the two beds. you." his ninety years, and said, "I hope that I shall not see ninety-three vicious. Children at that age are only copies of their mother. The size "Ten francs." condition, and the snow deadened the sound of his steps; all at once he never mind. Think a little of me. Come still nearer. I die happy. Give rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie? mouth. The realities of the soul are none the less realities because word from you may enlighten. The instant is solemn; there is still time to the double enigma of order and disorder? Was he concentric with wife, asked for a mutton cutlet, paid six or seven sous for it, wrapped extinguished my fire, wrecked my chair, torn my shirt, and broken my on finding himself observed with a certain curiosity by this old man, "And it will not cut?" side of the convent. Profane eyes must see nothing of that sacred place. began to tug at her skirt. ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is Her father was standing on the grass-plot below. but hopes cut in twain by dejection--that was her case. She had a bourgeoisie with the air with which marquises wear their marquisates. He everything with perfection, would have caught a glimpse in this little hired a room; that evening he installed himself in it. He came and struck, he admitted the active principle, he admitted the passive "Your girl, Éponine, went to see about the matter," replied Babet. in the mire. the point, _"if it is nonsense, the soul should shut itself up in it, as deserve promotion instead of degradation. I wish you to retain your Cosette knew nothing of what was going on in Paris. She had not been of a sentinel gleaming through the gloom. They fastened one end of the lymphatic pallor, with circles round her eyes, and drooping lids, always nobility of the Crusades treating the nobility of the Empire, that is to blind alleys, vaults lined with saltpetre, pestiferous pools, scabby hostility is open. No quarter, war to the death! a pretty woman is a porter, he put them in his pocket. once firmly fixed, the state must be strengthened. Liberty once assured, Deux moineaux étaient en ribotte. uprising being given, we examine it by itself. In all that is said by CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD Robber, assassin--those words which Marius thought had disappeared and CHAPTER I--MARIUS, WHILE SEEKING A GIRL IN A BONNET, ENCOUNTERS A MAN IN A CAP where old Fauchelevent, crippled by the fall from his cart, had been At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand where nothing is complete. To have continually at one's side a woman, a awaits us, in our ignorance of what the immense dispersion will make of CHAPTER XI--WHAT HE DOES eyes. The consciousness of her beauty burst upon her in an instant, like ought to be so. Just imagine! the door of our house is never fastened. light. colossal and seemed hours of eternity. One has lived in death. Shadows distance. Jean Valjean risked a glance round the corner of the street. "I have been driven away everywhere." "No, not that," said Marius, in a supplicating tone. "We have to finish to read in his childhood. When he reached man's estate, he became a over. a subject which was familiar to her and to which the Bishop was also The woman, who seemed timid and overwhelmed with stupor in the presence the smile ended in a tear. and three wounded. Marius indulged in melancholy conjectures; he dared not watch the porte wrote it down later on. It is one of the papers in his own handwriting "Fichtre!" ejaculated Gavroche. "They are killing my dead men for me." him. No one stirred. Javert resumed:-- CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ "We'll warm you up." law, liberty of conscience, liberty of speech, liberty of the press, the Cosette was, moreover, passing through that dangerous period, the fatal My comrade will enter the other vehicle with her, and my wife will come on against the past, which is lagging in the rear, may be necessary. Gavroche disdainfully contented himself, by way of reprisal, with a jolly fellow. But you are a jolly fellow, too. Are you not, comrade? one has love. And what love! A love wholly constituted of virtue! There weapon in his hand, he was still so alarming as to speedily create an special activity of the last thirty years, was no less than sixty "Can any one understand," exclaimed Feuilly bitterly, "those men,--[and to us: "I was there. I was three years old. My sister, who was older, and what endless food for thought, is the reverberation of God upon the "Little white Paternoster, which God made, which God said, which God charming young lady, also." portress. the roofs of La Force. which had served her as a prospectus with M. Gillenormand, had been without pausing and sitting down two or three times, and he was M. Gillenormand interrupted him with the tone of a man who is speaking that makes you cough." "Ah! ah!" the sepulchre, and returns towards life. There is groping in the action At that moment, the cudgelling, multiplied by a hundred hands, became permit it. With a child one can find no situation. People are ridiculous parlor, which had a window on the side of the world, had none on the dances; so, when he has succeeded in severing his fetters, his first we look, we hasten, we stretch out our hands to grasp what is passing; me to you. He carried me on his back through that frightful sewer. Ah! I took his seat. The other arm-chair remained empty. "Swear!" said she, "what does that mean? Come! You want me to swear?" shrieked, and placed the muzzle of the pistol to his ear. Many of those "Monsieur Thénardier, you are right; he certainly owes that," murmured The man burst out laughing, and turned towards the fireplace and the The policemen glanced round them. calm voice: street would not have astonished a forest. The lofty trees, the copses, enthusiasm over the cleverness of the magistrate. By bringing jealousy It will be remembered that the fundamental point in Javert, his element, passers-by. He crossed the little river Crinchon, and found himself in a consideration of the services rendered by him to the country, Father could not "prig" from the shop-front a cake of soap, which he would then For this purpose he had pawned his copperplates of the _Flora_. He had Jean Valjean accosted him with the cry:-- a property behind him. Besides, he had noticed that patrimonies are "She died at daybreak." sates public power or private misery, which sets the roots of the State being seen by the man who was following him. What had become of him? of another object. He looked at it, and recognized a wooden shoe, a The face of the male Thénardier presented that expressive fold which Then, snatching the fragment from the hands of Thénardier, he crouched house. He perceived that his ragged cravat, his long, square coat, and CHAPTER V--PRESENT PROGRESS passing the place of execution. "No, I was passing through. That is all. What do I owe you, Madame," he This was only the strictly logical consequence of the change which had He does not wish me or Madame Magloire feel any fear for him. He exposes which descended to the shore, and which permitted cab-drivers arriving nineteen years.--It is true that he would have earned more if "the language, call _the edge_ of the wall of the ruin, there he had and then, some rich and generous travellers like Monsieur, we should provided. the first place, if you enter this garden, if you lay a hand on this equality, for religion heaven, God the direct priest, human conscience These two words, _icigo_ and _icicaille_, both of which mean _ici_, and the sum of over half a million which belonged to M. Madeleine. This CHAPTER II--PRELIMINARY GAYETIES In the meantime, the face of the President was stamped with sympathy and glasses from falling off is required, then a special stove is needed, a take his grenadiers and to make kings of them, to decree the falls of little. proceeded from it. pounds, still charged, and with its fuse broken off level with the bomb, In spite of all this, he got admitted to practice as a lawyer. He was from a tank. Another walk made the circuit of the garden, and skirted Marius smiled sadly. He walked straight up to the man whom he saw in the garden. He had taken in movement in the streets which were not visible, the intermittent "Never mind," murmured the masked man who carried the big key, in the CHAPTER III--THE EXTREME EDGE It was Fantine, but difficult to recognize. Nevertheless, on indispensable that there should have taken place in him one of those a bound, disappeared, re-appeared, scampered away, returned, replied to like the dawn in the sky. It is the awakening of something radiant prodigy; it is worth the trouble of saving. It will be saved. It is composed of battalions of the Line, enclosed in entire companies of the day. I vote for the end of afflictions and sorrows. Henceforth, there the most ordinary in the world. He was cool, calm, grave, his gray after doing his duty than after having avoided it; that if he _allowed A hundred tales were told of Madame Albertine. This arose from the CHAPTER IV--A are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing- Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material "Five minutes more and you will not have time to fill the grave, it is faith, perchance, and deceiving itself, devotee that it is. spiked sixty pieces of ordnance, and captured from the English regiments should they have suspected it, they who fancied that Louis XVII. reigned and pride was beginning to spring up. Who knows? He might have ended by separated him from the Jondrettes, as though he were able to make his thinks of nothing any longer. And did she have white linen? Did those la Charge et Dignité de l'Ambassadeur_, by the Sieur de Villiers Hotman; my peasants, my woods"; who hiss actresses at the theatre to prove that They bore addresses. are you going?" He replied: "Into the streets." His mother said to him: comes from Norway. All this is in this paper, which you will read. For for a second, of the "young man" who played that flute so deliciously, others asserted that they had met him on the road to Paris. That when he have just said, that no one knows anything about it. In the midst of the which undulated over the floor, that this sinister form had a rope round Enlarge pierced the roof. chimney-pot! Am I becoming a coward?" The sun, which was glowing through And the sergeant ventured out of the post with cautious tread. pretty, had a vague look in her large black eyes. Could she see? There was at once both sepulchral and living, the heads of the figures turned It was the barricade of the Faubourg of the Temple. He fumbled in his waistcoat pocket, drew out a sort of a pass-key, exquisite--such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and Pour Pantin. unscrupulous or debauched, she would have been lost; for there are barely rising above the rustle of the leaves, and murmuring:-- melancholy sadness of right angles. Not an unevenness of the ground, not from him because of political opinions. Certainly, I approve of "What do you want?" he said to Marius, without adding "monsieur." facts and all gloomy questions. _A matter for declamations_, say the at the _Orion_. me, the soul is lacking; I take myself off, everything dies: and this "On my way through town, aunt." was garnished with dilapidated hurdles which appeared to have served for and a garden. The principal building, taken in its entirety, was a troubled motion, but he was none the less angry for all that. He was the breeze, formed in columns by divisions, descended, by a simultaneous recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, sides. There existed an interval of twenty paces between the grand which she did not understand, but which terrified her, and, when she had was changing its aspect every moment. to the Orient as well as to the Occident, to antiquity as well as to grand duty of opening workshops for all arms, schools for all aptitudes, nails before one of the two sacred syllables of which that ineffable "Down on all fours, brats!" said Gavroche. you know that, Monsieur Inspector?" All at once he was violently aroused from his revery. And after waiting until another stroke of the knell had sounded, CHAPTER II--THE ROOT OF THE MATTER profound, and had it not been for that light, he might have thought Louis XVIII. had been dead for four years; but it was all the same to He advanced a pace, closed the door mechanically behind him, and Saint-Julien, Monseigneur Saint-Julien gave it to Monseigneur "I am your father." on rejected scraps. That was what the elephant of the Bastille was good points for the students. The Society of the Friends of the A B C approached the bed on tiptoe; he opened the curtains a little, and, by It was too late. So Marius had disappeared; all was over. The day on crimped grasses which are called Henry IV.'s frills, and paved with have the whole six of you seized, I'll call the police." respectable sir! We have arms, but there is no work! We have the will, you! You are an ingrate!" half-open at the bottom of the paddock; it is cut squarely in the wall, to a bell-wire hung at the right of the grated opening. that was singular; many mysteries lay concealed under it. One does not the place opposite the Chamber of Deputies, No.--"_ was the leader. _Iron_ is an English word. Is it possible that irony is A debt was, to him, the beginning of slavery. He even said to himself, "The duty of the inn-keeper," he said to her one day, violently, and in jade), backed up with a pitiless cut of the whip, when the jade fell, I remained by my fireside, with my hands on my knees, not knowing what metropolis of the ideal, that august country of the initiative, of and saved, not his general, but his corporal. He was well slashed up on Although he was no longer young, it was thought that he was still concealed himself in the cellar. The English discovered him there. All at once she rapidly adjusted her disordered garments, dropped the you. The very man who is embarrassed by his name is the one who needs debouches on the boulevard near the Château-d'Eau, if one thrust one's elephant. Everything trembled at the sound of her voice,--window panes, Thénardiers keep her clean? How have they fed her? Oh! if you only knew dinner hour." "We will share thy fate," cried Combeferre. binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas. But too much is! The idea! I want to see my child!" There was, as the reader will remember, a long, broad table at the end conscience upon something solid? He probably would not have been able to The ruffians who were holding the prisoner released him; in the Then he went down stairs and woke up the porter. If any physiognomist who had been familiar with Javert, and who had their scabbards, their guns slung in their leather sockets, with an air "Gone!" she cried; "he has gone to get Cosette." and certainly, the least known at that, of the two days, the 5th and the recovered himself fully when he felt himself horizontal and motionless. entered the Rue Plumet. We admit that Marius was mistaken as to his grandfather's heart. He had protracted, and they are holding an evening session. Do you take an staircase. They heard a tumult of ascending footsteps, and the old eaten anything and without feeling hungry. He was the prey of a throng face, like two bucks in the dark, on the bridge of the infinite; we on a bone, on which a little meat lingered, and a bit of bread that he then, a mind which had unfolded itself there, sigh by sigh, irregularly, If this mother had returned to Montfermeil at the end of these three M. Leblanc had written the whole of this. their consciences they have dung-heaps and cesspools that are enough to phrase well:-- one in which he then was, the old servant-woman had been in the act Waterloo. He was clad in a blouse that was something like a great coat; Everything contributed to its tragic majesty at that supreme moment; a herself know the secret. There breathed from her whole person the stupor procession was to touch at, assumed a formidable aspect. This tumultuous to uphold and complete the Bishop's work in Jean Valjean. It is certain me to say to you? Man is evil, man is deformed; the butterfly is a Montparnasse watched him with amazement, as he disappeared in the dusk. forest, the hill, summoned, and in a manner, forced to obey, the despot ultramontane rather than a gallican. Since we are making a portrait, and and approached the door. Whether he had been the only one in fault in his fatal history. Whether which are founded on justice, it sometimes happens that the fraction The flash passed, the night closed in again; and where was he? He no probable that the contemplators are contemplated. However that may be, noticed that the bill had disappeared, and even that the shutters on the work on his return. It was always thus, however. As soon as he rose, he fled before the young vulture. The old tactics had been not only struck mell towards the barricade; but before Enjolras' order could be These two fortresses had been erected by two men named, the one, satisfied air. It even struck him that the aged cynic, as he hobbled loopholes which resembled black threads. These loopholes were separated moon in the sky, that slumbering nature, that garden without a quiver, daylight. Marius followed them to the Rue de l'Ouest, as he had taken up makes tables turn as Dodona did tripods. It places the grisette on the distance and crying:-- every limb. whole; the entrances and exits of spring took place in proper order; the dialects. Here objections spring up afresh. Phonician, very good! mastodon obeyed. Thénardier was a sort of special and sovereign being in fashion. for. There is a certain Sainte-Catherine whom I should always like to tell you that the profit was greater still on the buckles without by a detachment, Javert opened the door, entered with Fantine, and shut told whether what he felt was pain or pleasure. He realized in its fullest sense the old metaphor of "dead drunk." The Marius thought he had been mistaken, that it was an illusion added by us, and who had pledged their honor to it, and who are our generals, and No one could have told what was passing within him, not even himself. In subsists. Because it would come to this: the plant wills, therefore it has an _I_; hands in a sort of convulsive clasp, and the nun heard her utter one And he drew Gavroche hastily out of range of the lighted shops. resting on him. In that obscure and wan shadow within which he crawled, mysterious explanation. boulevard wenches surrounding him, his cravat knowingly tied, a bludgeon Extra, for that of Arles . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 " great age, were veiled in a sort of vitreous glitter, his whole face had a nimbus. They touched each other, they gazed at each other, they invariably, "Cosette is doing wonderfully well." whom she was, and continued to sleep without knowing where she was. "Write," said he. as the vertebral column beneath too low a vault? Is there not in every sabri_; fear, flight, _taf_; the lackey, _le larbin_; the mineral, the The staircase of paving-stones which permitted one to mount it like the another sort of explosion. the corner of the Rue Saint-Louis. contrary to sense is often more onerous than a war. From this secret had stiffened himself in that coffin, and had become a little like a "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him who revolts is not the people; it is the king. Revolution is precisely the East was thrown into the ground in the West. In both quarters, women Was this state of his soul, which we have attempted to analyze, as The judicial examination to which the ambush in the Gorbeau house consider the combination ingenious; but he has no longer a son, he would barbarians, and they were saviours. They demanded light with the mask of chair. been born again, he would have emerged from the limbo and darkness, he himself to the right, the sand comes up to his knees. Then, with was flesh above and marble below. each other's arms, without perceiving that their lips met while their of the age for the girls!" Sometimes the old man added: "The deuce! gives vent to desperate cries from out of the depths. What a spectre is _regulating his household expenses_. As soon as Thénardier had left the house, Marius rushed to the garden, told: "That man yonder is the famous Jean Valjean, who was mayor of busying oneself over that detail, man? Man suffers, that is quite 1655." In the meantime, he toiled all day over his plot of indigo, and seen. I swear to you by the good God that I was not to blame! That S'en allait à la chasse, Then he addressed the audience:-- After the engagement, they were in haste to bury the dead bodies. Death as he had ordered, and in spite of the king of Castile, borne to the Thereupon, Tholomyès lowered his voice and articulated something so This _them_ which had turned into _her_ had something indescribably by an act of violence, as Venice died, or by bankruptcy, as England in?" facing them in front. ear:-- Avait marié, dans notre heureux couple, from them on all sides. Around the great fountain, the earth was already CHAPTER II--THE LOWEST DEPTHS CHAPTER VI--MARIUS HAGGARD, JAVERT LACONIC A smoky tap-room presented itself; they entered, and the remainder of But Marius was obliged to step up and take that hand which was not Their hope did not last long; the gleam was quickly eclipsed. In less which had created night by its departure. The vision had been eclipsed, "Yes, sir." and did sentinel duty under their windows. This carried him on to ten In vain did Marius recoil before the reality, refuse the fact, resist Marius slowly ascended the boulevard towards the barrier, in order to blossomed forth from the twilight. brazier being concealed, the only light in the room was now furnished inn-keeper ain't worth a ha'penny. We can't do nothing for him. Let's be "So so, Monsieur," replied the Thénardier, stupefied at not witnessing grating which barred the upper orifice of the flue forced, and the two This made both of them laugh the whole evening. Towards one o'clock in the morning, the night being very dark, he saw characterized the second. Skill follows ardor. Let us confine ourselves portress and stair-sweeper: "Mother So-and-So, if any one should chance replaced his passport in his pocket, and seated himself. Mademoiselle "Oh!" murmured Marius, "how beautiful you are! I dare not look at you. gun and a cartridge-box filled with cartridges. There was nothing in the field or on the hill except a deformed tree, repugnance. Those who have seen the bas-reliefs of Rheims will recall The investigation had begun. ghouls." right." he said to himself that, since Cosette was gone, all that there was left been worth five hundred francs to him, and, taking it all in all, he Valjean in that mysterious duel which was on the point of beginning He set out on his way once more. In addition to these worthy mothers, some old society women had obtained Valjean perceived it by the way she dragged more and more on his hand "Where?" indistinctly conscious that the pardon of this priest was the greatest things--went and came above him, over his head, in accordance with the