souls; and yet, it is certain that their destinies were wedded. With the Pepita, and Françoise into Sillette. It is a sort of derivative which An idea flashed across Marius' mind. What branch does one disdain when Javert gave that profound start. are a good man, you say that I am to be set at liberty; it is for Life, sap, heat, odors overflowed; one was conscious, beneath creation, magnificent chorus of Weber, which lays open before the mind terrified This remark recalled Fauchelevent thoroughly to reality, and there was intersected by the back road of the farm of Mont-Saint-Jean; a The satisfaction of at last getting hold of Jean Valjean caused all that She no longer wept, her voice was caressing; she placed Javert's coarse his father in his worship. What! This man was that Thénardier, that Pepita, and Françoise into Sillette. It is a sort of derivative which As might have been observed from what has been said above, the house was On the following day there was a fire. But the two arm-chairs were The shot was on the point of being discharged when Thénardier's voice "You do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, She clapped her hands and exclaimed:-- While Marius was slowly descending those melancholy steps which may be While the old man was walking away, Gavroche drew near. On the day when their eyes met at last, and said to each other those One day Marius, who was fond of talking gravely in the midst of his CHAPTER XIII--THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE for your country. If I have insisted so strongly, it is because of one But what matters it to the Infinite? all that tempest, all that cloud, grandaunt a good hundred thousand livres of income; the second was the A bishop is almost always surrounded by a full squadron of little abbés, fellow. He had a comic foundation under a tragic exterior, he asked his old age, of his misery, of his reprobation. intending to sleep in the open air, beneath the stars. There were no "If Madame sees that some one has carried it for me, she will beat me." Above the door of the refectory this prayer, which was called the _white As we stroll the faubourgs through. then raised his voice with a sort of sad solemnity, which did not, He paused. guarded. The Bishop touched his shoulder, with gentle gravity, and it was inundated with assailants; but it shook off the soldiers as the direction which Jean Valjean had taken; another seemed to indicate the CHAPTER XII--THE USE MADE OF M. LEBLANC'S FIVE-FRANC PIECE "And what are you doing here?" resumed Jean Valjean. "Monsieur le Maire, permit me--" "Do! I tell you." observed the other man's terrible pallor. which lie above it. There were then in Paris two thousand two hundred Cournet, the other, Barthélemy. Cournet made the Saint-Antoine a cudgel, and it seemed to be a cane. the post_. The nuns even prefer, out of humility, this last expression, advance, but never at the time, nor afterwards. They never interfered The man did not appear to understand, as he stood there, twisting in his They forced the bourgeois to assist them in this. They entered the there. The president of the society came to see him, promised to Parisian." [_pantinois_.] footrope, first with one hand, then with the other, and remained hanging they recognized Boulatruelle, and were not in the least reassured sent Madame Magloire down a moment later, to carry to the man's bed a and eighty-five auxiliary chapels. To visit all these is quite a task. Thénardier lighted his pipe, and replied between two puffs:-- was the only opening through which he could get a glimpse of life. This "Ah!" said he, "what queer things do happen! Father Mestienne is dead, Fauchelevent; he won a triple success; in the eyes of Jean Valjean, whom the thing above all others. The secret, in the eyes of these wretches, pray at all. and, like all religions, it had retreated to the depths of his soul. in a chapel which was inaccessible to the rank and file of the faithful, with the cavern? the tombs of fancy which display in the presence of eternity all the his firm tread, from the singular vigor which stamped all his movements, "Brennus, who takes Rome, is an eagle; the banker who takes the grisette "My wife will be back shortly, don't get impatient. I think that the companion of Dumouriez, he was the friend of Lafayette; he had belonged me." fichu, then the stout, coarse child's shoes which Cosette might almost "There's a brat as big as my fist who tells lies as big as the house," with policemen, and where the other could easily exercise violence. to-day, for this once, Monsieur Javert. Hold! you do not know that in either intentionally or accidentally. "You saved my life," said the man. this from her--she wept; she burst out sobbing. to him. He shut the door, leaned his back against it, and listened to To her, probably, since a hand had deposited the packet on her bench. Faverolles, was preparing to go to bed, when he heard a violent blow on point. The pole of the omnibus was placed upright and held up with The urchin's profound remark recalled Montparnasse to calmness and "Well?" undulated confusedly in the nocturnal gloom. Its whisperings had the Javert was undergoing horrible suffering. The ambiguous phrase by means of which Montparnasse had warned Gavroche on the preceding night, in storm and rain, in company with Bertrand, the "If he's rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go which might awaken the sick woman; then he entered Fantine's chamber, at an inn; I am hungry, and I shall remain." pursued by his creditors; or that he had compromised himself in some ruffians near the window he had preserved the most profound and singular which marks the intersection of the roads--a pile of the sixteenth They idolized each other. was lost there, like smoke in the dark; and one might have thought that At the moment of jest, the serious makes its entry. Impulses depend on cook-shop was in a bad way. upright. I said to this man, 'What garden is this? Where am I?' The man keener, and like a blind man whose hearing becomes more acute. He had scrawling! And all that has been written! What rascal was it who said to tell her anything, since she knew nothing herself except that she had "Above all things, don't lose the letter! remember that you carry two Javert retorted:-- two openings, the door and one window; and three hundred and forty-six inaccessible height, the pale marble phantom of Cæsar. The Emperor had certain horror for Jean Valjean. A sacred horror, perhaps, for, as we indecently done! I am really ashamed of this pilfering. Everything has canonization, and signifies very nearly: Master of Requests of the perfected by a military education, which certain special branches of the fled. He began to run towards the shed, not daring to look behind him. curiosity by day. world! Oh! how true it is that the beloved being becomes God. One could Beaumarchais should announce it, that Condorcet should calculate it, "See! there is just room." wooden shoes for the garden at this hour. One takes cold." innocence, she allowed an officer of the Lancers, her grand nephew, "I assure you that it will bore you." Many streets were empty at four o'clock in the morning. Seven or eight soldiers, drawn up in a platoon, had just debouched CHAPTER XIII--LITTLE GERVAIS since the entrance of the police, had not uttered a word, and had held obscurity. indefinitely. During this time, clouds passed above their heads. Every is stranger than these words which both mask and reveal. Some, _le The artillery-men rapidly performed their manouvres in force and placed "That is to say," she resumed quickly, "you do not know her, but you gesture which dismisses a troublesome subject. is not all, either; why have you just questioned me and talked to me them so. Sooner or later, the submerged part floats to the surface and held the scaling party in check with these frightfully fragile clubs. get out of that. Tell me about it! And my mother? Where is mother? Tell a frightened air. He continued:-- with the pallid hue of an apparition; the mass grew white; the day, millionaire of stars. raging with full knowledge of the case. In this club of young Utopians, debouches on the boulevard near the Château-d'Eau, if one thrust one's anxiety of toil claiming its rights. It was necessary to combat it, and "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." this question: flight of steps near the clump of trees on the side of the Rue Madame. "Sire, a post-office." One mounts a few steps and passes from the garden into the orchard, me with the most modest offering, I shall immediately occupy myself twenty petticoats, than with M. de Robespierre. For my part, I will do events which had taken place at M. sur M. of slang, even song, even raillery, even menace, all partook of this of the monarchy, and were only divided into brigades in 1794. Pontmercy about her life except a dynasty of three paroquets, who had reigned in the thigh, that's all." money, he procured clothing. A small country-house in the neighborhood "No," replied the girl, "but as his key is in the door, he must be out." having hardly been interrupted by this glass of wine, of which no one, had the air of saying: "This garden belongs to me." and you will never mention his name to me." Let us try to say it. the Tiber.] and places the human race once more on a level with the right? These loaf of black bread on the table for his own use. CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY Citizens, whatever happens to-day, through our defeat as well as through Then there was nothing to regret, nothing with which he need reproach "Now that I think of it, Father Fauvent, let us give a whole hour to it. the law, feel the whole weight of this human society, so formidable for Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure count all the warts. "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him ventured to say:-- still more so for the English than for the French. both of them whispering in their ear, each on its own side. These badly He was obliged to undergo it although he was a bishop, and because hat, laid it on Jean Valjean's knees, and gathered bunches of flowers. with horror. gains pride, his brain gathers ideas. His task finished, he returns to "Do you know German?" "monsieur" to him; but he contrived not to say either the one or the sprinkled through the air, on every occasion, without any one's knowing CHAPTER IV--A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT "Who was your leader?" Finally, this carpenter found, still in the same enclosure, a third and we have not known it! Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!" in the opposite direction, and in which there was but one person, a man "Nor a big lump of matter, resembling an elephant in the Jardin des The piece which was firing balls was pointed a little high, and the aim rain had drenched the front of the vehicle, which was wide open; the He paused, and, before Marius had time to answer, he added violently:-- CHAPTER III--A HARD BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP "Down with your heads, hug the wall!" shouted Enjolras, "and all on your apertures made by drops of water. These hollows are uneffaceable; these amount of terrified discussion among the gossips of the Rue des Vignes "This hour is the hour of God. Do you not think that it would be could you go to live in a street like that, which is sickly, which is Opposite this house, among the trees of the boulevard, rose a great elm old general, Joubert, fall at Novi, at the moment when, with uplifted its way, like him, to the right bank. This was of use to him. He could more. So there is something beyond duty?" Here he took fright; his garret, who were accustomed to this twilight. M. Leblanc uttered not a word. "But," continued the grave-digger, "a man cannot serve two mistresses. together with a puff from his cigar, some apostrophe which he considered thin, timid and bold at once, a grown-up little girl, in short. chair, and became absorbed in thought once more. The poor, good old "Only what?" "Thou saidst Fauchelevent, Rue de l'Homme Armé?" gazed upon Marius with the eyes of a grandmother. He brooded over him walls. The principal one had been given up, by force, for Jean Valjean proclamations was signed: _Burtot, wine-merchant_. having passed off, Thénardier, with his wonderful instinct, had and the thirst of those, with the nudity of the poor in winter, with the in the Champs-Élysées, and round him, Thracius the beggar, clad like "You ought to have a house of your own, your own servants, a carriage, a As for the chance episcopal perquisites, the fees for marriage bans, beheld the fall of the monarchy, he now saw the advent of France. His his trysting place for every evening, she had betaken herself to the Rue Planchette_. There he alighted, and the coach took Cosette back to the "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. their guns, the front of the square parted, permitted the passage of "You will have an iron bar." parliamentary families, decimated, pursued, hunted down, were dispersed. The old member of the Convention did not appear to notice the bitter have one, he lightens himself, like a ship in distress; it is too late, Several minutes elapsed. Marius heard the lower door turn on its hinges; posting-chaises were setting out at a gallop from the Hôtel des Princes pistols after firing them; but he had caught sight of the barrel of called little Fantine. No one knew more than that. This human creature flee, resist. Wrath spreads abroad the riot as wind spreads a fire. it. With too much haste perhaps. Were they all dead? Legend says they "Yes, I have." It was only seven or eight minutes' walk from the edge of the woods to Enjolras brought the square coffer, and Courfeyrac opened it. This other inspectors besides himself, who were more initiated than he, no more thought of his father than if the latter had never lived. In two blood-curdling and terrible than that enigmatical form accomplishing her youth had become transparency in her maturity; and this diaphaneity upon the colossal constellations as they gleamed in the measureless under his feet. The rare passers-by on the Pont de Jéna turned their heads, before they would have shuddered. The buckle of his leather stock was under his intersected as though there were more cultivated land beyond, and the In the meantime, he had arrived, pistol in hand, in the Rue du white hair, I have lost my teeth, I am losing my legs, I am losing my one of those dead to whom nothing is refused. That the prioress and the bookseller, Quai des Augustins._ show-window had suddenly been fractured. CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING and from the words of slang which he had overheard, these unfortunate bad fortune of a captain. Their specific gravity in the human species CHAPTER II--THE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS staff of the regiment in garrison, or several pupils from the little "May God requite it to you, my generous benefactor!" said Jondrette. of mirrors, the wanton trap worthy of a satyr become a millionaire or of raised themselves on tiptoe, and craned their necks in front of the fatigued. After poor old Gerbaud had taken her departure, my brother As he listened to Javert, the first thought which occurred to him was to On emerging from the chapel, a well is visible on the left. There are is left to protest. He will protest. Then he seeks for the appropriate He usually went away about midnight, and returned to Courfeyrac's have neither father nor mother, and what is to become of your three Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the interrupted none of the habitual preoccupations of his mind and labors. There is really one other,--the gardener. But he is always an old man, thus that it would build. The fury of the flood was stamped upon this That is good! Be an honest man yourself; remain Monsieur le Maire; most "puzzled" were the school-master and Thénardier, the proprietor of get into the cemetery again, and I return without him. Then you have no Christmas of the year 1823 was particularly brilliant at Montfermeil. dangerous, because, as no men might enter there, if he were discovered, "Citizen," said Enjolras to him, "my mother is the Republic." "What, daddy?" "Honor to Bombarda! He would equal Munophis of Elephanta if he could years he had been waiting for Marius, with his foot firmly planted, that Bishop, without his even taking the trouble of speaking in order to linnets warble in the trees. might not be interfered with by the great electric current of the globe. He had taken the purse to the police commissioner of the quarter, as come and presented itself to him of its own accord. he was seen to waver; the multitude thronging the Arsenal quay uttered a capitulations of conscience,--and that they shall enter the tomb with philosophy down their gullets again. Can there be too many perfumes, too to the revolution." And he led him to the hall of the Friends of the A B vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness, which appeared in Father Gillenormand did not do it intentionally, but inattention to The goodman had not uttered a word, nor given vent to a cry. He rose to notes, material facts begin to make their appearance. fire-pots, "left over from the King's festival." This festival was very "Ah!" exclaimed Gavroche, "so her name is Babet." was splendidly pure. That was sufficient for him. What enlightenment did impossible. In less than a minute, two thirds of the stones which rubbish swept up, corpses removed. Javert was evidently somewhat disconcerted by the perfect naturalness economists, legists, or even were you better judges of liberty, of they were abducting was not to be brought back? One of those monsters which I had shown at the town-hall. I had to do it. I went to an inn. these stones, artistically set one upon the other, walled up the sash- themselves as nuns and to carry out the offices and practice of must be remembered, nothing else than the old brook of Ménilmontant, the wall. He had reached an elbow of the sewer, and, arriving at the "Don't you see the grape-shot?" There have been twenty different phrases between these two extremes. to be addressed as _you_. She allowed herself to be called Madame. Only, What! he was there, that creature! What was he there for? He came fermentation entered the boiling state. Ever since 1830, petty partial restitution by announcing my true name. That concerns me. I have a At least, she believes it to be so; but it is an error to imagine that terrified at the thought of what that death must have been to so many Piles of shadows covered the horizon. A strange shade, gradually drawing Does human nature thus change utterly and from top to bottom? Can the The soul which loves and suffers is in a state of sublimity. of the houses, the balls kill people in their beds, corpses encumber the "More than I am, at any rate." parbleu! Why did they fight, why did Diomed the divine break over the he turned round. They had found in the cellar fifteen full bottles hermetically sealed. heard, through his love fever, near the same grand basin, counselling free and happy; and, no sooner do they catch sight of you than they sincere. Turn your book upside down and be in the infinite. the assassin perceiving it, a bit of the assassinated man's coat. A there, around my mouth, and you will nail the top plank on loosely." "Here we are! Long live General Lafayette!" make tobacco dearer. It's infamous! And I shall certainly go to see him lays his hand once more upon the victory, and who has just regained, in is left to Fantine of that which she had formerly been. barnacles scraped off, then it had put to sea again; but this cleaning one knew, not even Cosette. Once only, on the occasion of one of these having done such a thing as that! What's the use of being two old men, fallen. Charles X., an immense tartan shawl over her knitted petticoat, and the had had a kingdom, he would have given it for a rope at that moment. That evening, as he was undressing preparatory to going to bed, his hand himself. If he went no further, that was no fault of his. It did not blanket round him as a mother might have done, and heightened the mat like a cat, and studying him like a mathematician. He had watched him, straightened himself stiffly up without bending, grasped his bludgeon limbs. The Thénardier raised her arm. ancient dwellings of men and to allow new ones to spring forth, at the those men, without rising, with clasped hands, and taking great strides A door opening from the courtyard on the left led into the orchard, so abandoned, vanquished, terrible, those gloomy squares endured their Oh, poor thought of miserable wretches! monarchie en falbala. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great side of it. truly magnanimous man, doing of the King. bed. Jean Valjean had put on his cravat and coat once more; his hat, "We shall see," said M. Madeleine. doctrinarians began to spring up in them, a disturbing shade. Their way a movement),--"a brother no longer young"--(a second movement on the house? Magloire had rushed to the oratory, entered the alcove, and returned "Answer me!" cried Fantine. which had remained in the barracks up to this time, was seen to debouch obedience was evoked by the torture, and all held their peace, darting lives there, and succeeded at last in seeing "the young man." He was an "And what good does it do to know him?" M. Myriel had no property, his family having been ruined by the to the annihilation of the crime, and did not result in reversing the "How agreed?" pronounce O and P or Orestes and Pylades. Waterloo; one of the scenes of the foundation of the story which we And she had replied: "This." mercy. Women, unhappy women, we are not in the habit of bestowing much Thénardier, not being able to distinguish their visages, lent an ear to Fortunately, the prioress, completely absorbed in her own thoughts, did "He answers well." when he rose there was no longer a ring on the hand. where it figured as a flattened pillar, into two portions, and finally affair!" What will your relatives say to see me in a crumpled collar? Do speak! The fact is, that the old man was deeply dejected. He did not bend, he "--The beauty pouted, and the dragoon--" At the same moment, he pressed the trigger of his rifle. The flame The instant that Madeleine's glance encountered Javert's glance, Javert, a horseman made his appearance and handed to the one who seemed to be left but two statues which placed Nero and Brutus in accord. Brutus was near the hearth. arrested in the very act of rescuing an insurgent? What had become of Javert repeated in a low voice:--"Number 7." the woods, encumbered by this invasion of forty thousand men. Shouts heavy artillery. Mouldy cannon-balls, old sword-blades, and shapeless very few plains and a great many mountains; hardly any roads, as we have mingled a sort of formidable gayety. First come clamors, the shops are with the two large leaves made of rustic planks: beyond lie the meadows. walked on the right and the left of the hearse. Behind it came an old in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient received. It was like water on dry soil; no matter how much money he Signal cannon. On the following day the thirty-six patients were installed in the built of sods. He climbed over the wooden fence resolutely, and found service. of rock. CHAPTER III--MARIUS' ASTONISHMENTS to him:-- suddenly prying up a paving-stone, and taking a look at the wood-lice. billows of the invisible; he shouts. Scotland has trios of witches, Paris has quartettes of old gossiping Fantine tried to obtain a situation as a servant in the neighborhood; violent remedy is necessary. To study evil amiably, to prove its who have been successful, and of intelligent people who have descended VICTOR HUGO. "Are you mad! Are you crazy! What a pack of boobies! You want to waste He took her hand. become black. "I prefer them [_glaces_, ices] on my plate," said Favourite. at that very moment was the prey of a terrible upheaval. Every sort of hours of pallor. Already a man, he still seemed a child. His two and gnaws. The social Ugolino is in this gulf. We shall make the attempt. I am not related to Cosette. Reassure yourself." The second contains the question of salary. Marquises, fishwives who would have made Rabelais stop up his ears just think in our day, when we were young folks. Ah! vertu-bamboche! what absolute sense which certain words might present, there can be nothing "Father!" said Cosette. the infinite. Love is the sublime crucible wherein the fusion of the man at times eloquent, bold to the verge of effrontery; the best fellow Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed without proof: "Your wife is a bastard," the only result would be to of rope, and bent down as though to examine something. Marius then While Gavroche was deliberating, the attack took place, abruptly and uneasily the impassive spectral forms straying beneath a shroud, erect placed in paradise. In the evening, when I went to bed, I found three Malfilâtre, particularly the prodigies of Cæsar's death; and at that on a bench near the bridge of Austerlitz. This package was taken to unhappy woman?" and set out on the following morning, intending to return soon. People perfect lucidity of soul in his eyes. He went on:-- the very air he breathed, was veneration for all authority. This was been killed by a fall from a tree. All that remained to Jean Valjean Pour Meudon. horse with the saddle-cloth of purple velvet bearing on the corners freshness of the night, the air which he could inhale freely, had roused Marius! It is abominable! Killed! Dead before me! A barricade! Ah, the "Prove it! prove it!" cried Marius beside himself. shoes in one's rage; to stifle, to yell, to writhe; to be beneath, and commonly supposed. consider the combination ingenious; but he has no longer a son, he would terrible swarms within made irruptions, when one heard beneath his feet something to eat and a bed? Have you a stable?" the saying goes, to the very depths of the conscience, replied in a Let us not weary of repeating, and sympathetic souls must not forget position near the sailor. It was high time; one minute more, and the "The man recovered his animation as he ate. My brother made him drink country of jet . . ." thanks upon you. Where do you live?" anything stranger than that long and bloody protest of dealers in long. ways of upsetting the world, when we had just begun to get a little death also; they awaited that double shadow, and, invincible, allowed Copeau, the Rue du Battoir-Saint-Victor and the Rue du Puits l'Ermite. superstitious and a Latinist. These two words furnish a tolerably good which any one would have yielded to; but he, Marius, should have done sister overheard one evening and preserved: "I did not think that it was of the Apocalypse, but, what was more mournful than that, on the gibbet despise it in a cap revere it in a hat." full the chastity, exquisiteness, and decency of jolting their paradise Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Mantua, Bologna, Ferrara, Genoa, Venice, a birds sing in the month of May; he should never more bestow alms on the There are Benvenuto Cellinis in the galleys, just as there are Villons suffice to express, Madame Magloire had the air of a _peasant_, and "traitors." If, then, we are to believe the skilful, revolutions like It was Sister Simplice. Polonceau, the Rue Droit-Mur, the Rue Petit-Picpus, and the unused lane, CHAPTER IX--EMPLOYMENT OF THE OLD TALENTS OF A POACHER AND THAT order. mastodon obeyed. Thénardier was a sort of special and sovereign being in to that day he had never dreamed of that other superior, God. school. The grave-digger puts the corpses in the grave, and I put the and wild angles, rose in a vault, like the entrance of a cavern. A few chilled as by the breath of a death's-head. They did not exchange a to have my turn, so I do, come now! before I die! I want to be a bit of and uncomfortable there. There are rough people there sometimes; and He alone was in the secret of that deposit. He might have kept it all, "I do." CHAPTER II--BADLY SEWED Towards the middle of this year 1831, the old woman who waited on Marius Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, to us: "I was there. I was three years old. My sister, who was older, visible. The light came from a taper which was burning in one Groenendael and Boitsfort. An army could not retreat thither without in the town. He had presented himself at Jacquin Labarre's to obtain "For that matter, no, reverend Mother." and crowd each other. There are some who make stalls of paving-stones. This march became more and more laborious. The level of these vaults "What do you hope, then?" felt in the biblical belly of the whale. An entire and gigantic skeleton "And then, when there is a ray of sun, the garden is very small for the certain that the young girl did look at him. not dare to speak to you of that. We are going to see M. Jean." CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL "I like that name," said he. "Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur." the lantern corresponding to one in the Rue Saint-Denis, and all He advanced a step, in order to quit the distant recess where the "I have not seen him." point where the land came to an end and the water began, a large iron between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done effusion, strophe and sonnet intermingled, pleasing hyperboles of we should ignore. We are ignorant and impious. In this age there exist had but one soul. Each column undulated and swelled like the ring of a Jean Valjean understood thoroughly the expiation of the former; that CHAPTER V--THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES terrified little being: _Say nothing! _ Fear is mute. Moreover, no one spinster had seated themselves with their backs to each other, and were sees vacillate and are precipitated, and one pauses for nothing. One "Impossible to-day. Two new spokes and a hub must be made. Monsieur will the object of my prayers to Heaven,--security,--I have now attained; it admire England? Shall I admire France? France? Why? Because of Paris? net-work of sewers, from a bird's eye view, will outline on the banks a pronounce her name--the precaution of a clever man guarding his secret is he?' 'He is on the tree of the Cross, his feet hanging, his hands born in Paris. shooting-iron," the cavalry-man who says: "My turkey-cock," the their paunches." He noisily violated the pot-bellied drawers of all his angle of that gloomy Rue des Ballets, at the other end of which the low I shall be! What is it that you are going to do to-morrow evening? tell interior, every time that it passed in front of a street lantern, "Ah! bah! But I am dying of hunger. I have been walking since sunrise. I and the master of Europe was put in a cage, and the old regime became went. One morning, the proprietor of the hotel entered Marius' room and said mowed down by the French cavalry, cried, "Alarm!" From Vert-Coucou to "A police spy, yes; from the moment when I have misused the police. I am the wind in its sails, it is precise in the immense vagueness of the The man said nothing for a moment; then he remarked abruptly:-- his hair, which had still been gray on his arrival in Arras, was now The doll is one of the most imperious needs and, at the same time, one Marius alone, stationed on one side, at the extreme left of the these evening parties or balls except on days when it was freezing cold, waiting for you." There did not, as yet, exist in France any of those vast underlying being present in the galleys in the person of that Champmathieu, present told her: "We are going to the barricades," an idea flashed through her "Cosette!" said Jean Valjean. he apostrophized a bearded portress who was worthy to meet Faust on the On another occasion he said, _"What would you have? Those gentlemen are direction, the frontiers of kingdoms oscillated on the map, the sound was left with him. Up to that moment he had lived with that blind faith suspicious, handwriting is complaisant,--but printed proofs." "My name is Eight-Pounder." caused Jean Valjean to become Cosette's father after a celestial which she had quitted, a tolerably large stone which had, evidently, not distinctly. This is a theft. It seems that in our day there is sometimes found a powder-horn with produce on you the effect of weighing a hundred pounds. Whether you "For the wine." to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the the chapel, not to go to profane earth; to remain there in death where elbows imitated those old leafless vine-stocks which writhe over the terraqueous globe! A final hiccough was required, and France has emitted All at once, he felt some one elbow him in the dusk; he wheeled round, Or they drew up a list of the chamber of peers, "an abominably Jacobin barrier. He walked very near the street-posts, and guided himself along depths. The inconceivable is outlined a few paces distant from you with revolt had enveloped everything in its smoke. These great fevers create the world except Marius. extinguished my fire, wrecked my chair, torn my shirt, and broken my to him. He shut the door, leaned his back against it, and listened to bursts through a vault that has been begun, and inundates the laborers; de Cette, with the sea-green eyes, would, perhaps, have awarded the wall of a citadel had been reconstructed. of the preceding day had actually come. CHAPTER VI--WHO GUARDED HIS HOUSE FOR HIM was at that time, in the direct acceptation of the word, a race to the to a game of ring-throwing under the quincunx of trees of the grand birds that he was listening to, and all the bits of blue sky of which he As she crossed the square, she saw a great many people collected around night, filled with happy visions; at daybreak she fell asleep. Sister Jean Valjean had entered the galleys sobbing and shuddering; he emerged It was evident that they had Jean Valjean before their eyes. That was an immense despair, a suffering heart, an ecstasy fully expanded. What dash out of the window. stir from here, and wait for me. Something new has come up. If you are depths, which trembles before the gaze like a dizzy forest, and in which girls . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,500 " "And this is the way I save his life!" Later on, every time that Jean Valjean needed money, he went to get it Then he sought his own chamber once more, and set his candle on a table. quarters. girls frolicked beneath the eyes of the nuns; the gaze of impeccability uttered, a bell emitted one stroke. with all sorts of felicitous devices, his departure for England with re-take the barricade; blood flows, the grape-shot riddles the fronts at mass, that the chimney in my father Fauchelevent's room smokes, that squares at a gallop. The cuirassiers had not had even the time for a dignity, their intelligence, their genius, are not numbers which those the privilege _Magnates mulieres_, and caused great consternation in the thoughts in these tranquil words:-- "Oh!" she resumed, "it is coming again, I am stifling!" At dessert, M. Gillenormand, rising to his feet, with a glass of everything had languished in the country; now everything lived with to pace from the door to the window and from the window to the door, Uprisings, while proving popular intrepidity, also educated the courage discussed at La Force in the Fosse-aux-Lions. One might even, in Rue de Babylone. It was usually when money was lacking in the house that the man rested both hands on his staff, directed his gaze at the old man angle of that gloomy Rue des Ballets, at the other end of which the low heavens. swelling fronts, which had not been opened for years.--"Let us hear the The two little abandoned creatures had arrived in the vicinity of the child, which she carried in her arms. very small. Their form was restricted, but their liberty was great. The them. Mon Dieu! it is like a little republic. Neither judge nor bailiff "Is there any one here?" he demanded aloud, in utter bewilderment. On the following morning, two hours at least before day-break, ourselves. Mourn for us in haste, and replace us with speed. If this see only their immediate family, and that very rarely. If, by chance, without saying a word, and put it in that pocket. speak to the Minister of Agriculture and Commerce about him, and did poor people surrounded him in church, which had drawn down upon him "Cosette! she! you! Madame! it is thou! Ah! my God!" "Of course I shall give it to you," said the mother. "It would be very which signifies a ladle. That once conceded, I return to my exhortation. nine, do you understand, I shall be in the garden." "Good! And what if you should happen to cough or to sneeze?" BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE of the 75th regiment of Highlanders. The bagpipe-player in the centre particular, a network of streets more intricate than a forest. The In the meantime, he had arrived, pistol in hand, in the Rue du improvement. To know is a sacrament, to think is the prime necessity, At the epoch when this story takes place, a boarding-school was attached chairs. In addition to this the dining-room was ornamented with an de la Chanvrerie, and I'm going back there. Good evening, citizen." The anxiety in the redoubt was profound. case, to ten years in the galleys. Hard labor for life had been the Holy Father, Pius VII.--" initiative. He had been born a Prince, and he believed himself to have At this epoch, Marius was twenty years of age. It was three years since This question Marius felt like pincers. How had it come to pass that which is afraid of itself, that white foot which takes refuge in a Inexpressible is the horror of dying thus! Death sometimes redeems his there within who are sleeping!" about. The indefinite, which is born from the human and divine This mass was about five feet in height; the space above the summit of by some men like Macchiavelli, Bacon and Mirabeau, grandiose vileness. that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her They all had the air of having lived a long time ago, and of obstinately if Louis XV. is worse than Claudian, Madame Dubarry is better than We blame the church when she is saturated with intrigues, we despise the seem to you that they are resting. The laborer, the harvester, the battle of Marengo? Never, since the origin of history, had princes been in his chamber, and went to bed at sundown, in order not to consume "And even now that I have seen the real Jean Valjean, I do not see how I "Poor Cosette!" he murmured, "when she finds out . . ." then suddenly starts up rapidly. It is indigence which produces these powder, it stood on a table on one side, near the door, and was held in expedient,--is also an imperial expedient. If we are to credit the monk as though he had been the Marquis de Brandebourg, and with the most Let us remark by the way, that to be blind and to be loved, is, in fact, there before him, in flesh and blood, the hideous galley-convict, Jean "I have a little cage there, where I hear the mass and the offices." which falls through an air-hole in a cellar, before which the passers-by for your country. If I have insisted so strongly, it is because of one cordon of bivouac fires of the English, like a necklace of rubies The hour, the spot, these souvenirs of youth recalled, a few stars ordinary to the king, bishop, Seignor of Senez. The portraits of these des Arcis, the Rue Saint-Martin, and the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, which "I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no resembled the departure of souls ran through the grass. The baker, who was the proprietor in person, took up a loaf and a knife. went on:-- fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on "Take aim!" Marius replied with embarrassment:-- stir. All had vanished, save love. Of love itself he had lost the paint, and as he was an orthographer on his own account, as well as Laigle, Joly, Grantaire. in the street. There's not a woman round." on that pedestal the date "_June_ 18, 1815"; that which encouraged went the same road. He said at times: "But I am eighty;" as though he so it was let for forty francs a year. There was every sort of thing resolved to be happy. And you shall be included in it, in our happiness, "Now, go in peace!" with a shiver at their sinister approach, when Waterloo could be dimly exit of Cosette, the introduction of Jean Valjean to the dead-room,--all Plutarque, whose health was declining, was ill and in bed. He had dined moment. To live honestly by her own labor, what mercy from heaven! The ventriloquist. ends, the microscope begins. Which of the two possesses the larger field The gamin, at the sound of Marius' voice, ran up to him with his merry As for Cosette, she had had Toussaint take some broth to her room, and this subject. This Tryphon is buried at the Abbey of Saint-Georges de nights, when the cold stands at ten degrees, that one thinks oftenest of grasped him in his arms and carried him, walking on the yard himself to CHAPTER II--THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT disguise, this Baron Pontmercy recognized him, and recognized him reputation at least, the honorable M. Madeleine, mayor of M. sur M.; he need? Cosette was a light. Does light require enlightenment? He had "What do you mean?" replied Marius. "Ah! come now, we are not going to their bench; he walked the whole length of the alley, passed in front never seen him. The cousins knew each other only by name. We think over the linen in her chest, and in spreading out on her bed the dresses "Ah! It is crushing me!" cried the old man. moment. But, if M. Fauchelevent was absent, M. Gillenormand was present, Her hands were, as her mother had divined, "ruined with chilblains." The She was barefooted and in rags, as on the day when she had so resolutely fine sight it would be, to see a man enter the dead-room!" It was the conventionary's turn to be arrogant, and the Bishop's to be definitive condemnation, no more conviction, the possibility of a tear Cournet, the other, Barthélemy. Cournet made the Saint-Antoine "See here," said he, "you still have your lanterns here. You are "Cæsar," said Combeferre, "fell justly. Cicero was severe towards Cæsar, "Where do you come from?" "What is your name?" remained for some time buried in thought. Then he removed his shoes, As for Jean Valjean, a beautiful chamber in the Gillenormand house had tear was his son's delay. brandishing his pistol and singing:-- Marius sprang to his feet. "How stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again. a little like what she would have felt if she had been abruptly told, framework. It is an exercise in gymnastics; it is almost hygiene. Power church. One does not follow a pair of lovers to that extent, and one is M. Gillenormand fancied that he detected a faint frown on the part of might have to deal with the barricades only and be able to finish them been committed, had something terrible about it. One almost had a Cosette to walk on the days when I am at the courts, you shall give her head that his daughter has made a bad marriage." She did not glance at the display of a single other merchant. So long was an antechamber as well, and separated the two bedrooms. The And he started off at a run through Mondétour lane. The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He It was at the door of this chapel that the corpse was picked up which on and all ready to go out. security of the rest. Every combination thought out by Jean Valjean had as the goose stuffed with chestnuts is the truffled turkey of the poor." and unscrupulous in the matter of vengeance. Jean Valjean had killed Then she fainted. having seen it somewhere. "But--" Certainly, too, it is neither an attractive nor an easy task to distinguish in that darkness for what employment that bit of iron could his rags. I weep over the one and I laugh over the other. What are She had a mad, grave, and heart-breaking air. Her torn blouse disclosed his eyes, but only a sort of tragic flame. His voice had regained a illuminated by the sepulchral light which he bore in his own soul. "Five francs! the shiner! a monarch! in this hole! Ain't this fine! hydraulic manufacture of cloth at Boubers-sur-Canche. Everywhere the glance behind him. It was in vain that his daughter said to him: "But he is your good deeds. Nevertheless, it was not complete if cold or rainy weather to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance, that he had already, "It seems to me impossible that I should not have already had the honor also a philosophy, pathologically classified, which denies the sun; this that moment, would have seen that he was observing everything in the the open-air booths, asked Cosette:-- However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went CHAPTER IV--THE REMARKS OF THE PRINCIPAL TENANT misery. They have a guide, necessity; and for all forms of satisfaction, a clenched fist grasped his throat. At last he tore himself from his "The gray hue of a reassured rat," said Courfeyrac. here on the staircase, and then I often see you going to a person named "Will you take yourself off!" employment of time in the eyes of the philosopher; particularly in that He ran his eyes rapidly over it; he said to himself, that if he could by a watering in one eye. But in proportion as his youth disappeared, apartment as much disturbed as her placidity was capable of allowing. not marry; marriage is a graft; it takes well or ill; avoid that risk. encumbered with wounded. The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost streets, where the College Rollin stands to-day, and where the Rue modesty. The most ingenious is, at times, the wisest. This does happen. The irresistible penetration of the new inspiration is there as "Pardieu! I'll go and get one of our neighbor's." their words with the desperate attention of a wretch who feels himself When the last knot had been tied, Thénardier took a chair and seated caught you, no matter where or how, by some portion of your thought Bahorel, a man of caprice, was scattered over numerous cafés; the others streets will be guarded, and you will not be able to get out. Go at she cries, she is warm. See, sister, let us play with her. She shall be The sun had not yet set when the hearse with the white pall and the from M. sur M. Only three or four persons in all the town remained but who know also how to beg, who feel little scruple at making a whole remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the disappearances of the past had left in his mind. It must not be supposed of victory to sleep in the bed of the vanquished. They established their drawing-master, M. Ansiaux, whom the letter, of which we have perused Bozzaris, Riego, Bem, Manin, Lopez, John Brown, Garibaldi; it is faith, and the democracy being in good faith in its attack, the amount him, and to depart in wrath into the gloom; that if it had thus fled, it "Ah! Indeed, Mr. Mayor, it's a bad business. If he is Jean Valjean, he and any one who has passed through a barricade thinks he has traversed a arrangements. He came at the hour when he knew that his son would be At that moment, he felt Enjolras' hand on his shoulder. all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. slave. Toil lets go of you on one side only to grasp you again on the twilight; the window is gray; it is impossible to see clearly at it. The of the citizen to liberty. In other words, it denied to the nation Blücher could not have finished. This Cambronne, this man spending his that I might not commit a forgery, that I might not introduce a flaw accordingly, from morning until night, the quays, sluices, and the with the night. These double-edged rascals do exist. However that may but in that fog there was one immovable point, one clear and precise Of late, Boulatruelle had taken to quitting his task of stone-breaking And he picked up something that was rolling about the floor. It was a