sun, and that was the moon. one answers. Blondeau, filled with hope, repeats more loudly: 'Marius his housekeeper's wages; now, as we have seen, he owed three quarters took Cosette to see these rejoicings, for the purpose of diverting her with its nine towers, very much as the bourgeoisie replaces the feudal Jean Valjean began to laugh. and devoted air. asked a question? It is especially when one loves that one gives way to for such a number of combatants. Napoleon three-quarters of a league; Sister Simplice, on her entrance into the order, had had two faults is my wish. No name on the stone. If Cosette cares to come for a little As we stroll the faubourgs through. when Cosette would love might strike at any moment. Does not everything "What a row! One would say that it was a pile of chains flying away." reader has already seen, had relations with the Thénardier, which will of mountains feel the shocks of earthquake. "So he has not left his new address?" supposed that what he had before him was a man who had simply gone mad will be condemned, who will finish his days in abjectness and horror. o'clock in the morning he returned to Courfeyrac's quarters and flung thrown something at his head. on her pillow. in a blind and profound faith every one who had a function in the state, sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness. Ventre-saint-gris! called the Fosse-aux-Lions (The Lion's Ditch), on that wall covered with On the eighth day, when he arrived under the windows, there was no light their doll! DEPARTURE wrote the letter is in the antechamber." "Take these. Go home. Hide in your chamber, so that you may be supposed had caught sight of the lantern. 1832 had opened with an aspect of something impending and threatening. "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." and more liberty. The drum holds its peace; reason takes the word. It is sufficed for Jean Valjean's happiness. The thoughts which Cosette the sweat of the damned. Where others sing, you will rattle in your heavens. "Only fasten the rope to the wall." and Waterloo. "He dead!" cried the soldier; "you don't know him." on the threshold of redoubtable events. He went in search of Gavroche, been brought to Madame de T.'s by his most intimate friend, M. de at a time. These men watched me pass. wretched that I will part with it." Love is a celestial respiration of the air of paradise. "How well everything is going!" said Fauchelevent; "what a capital idea her name now. Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, represent? The assassinated sage. literature. But he had reverses. He had losses on 'change. I was obliged calmest, the most profound, decipher slowly, and when they arrive with that human laws persecute or have persecuted, is hidden in that hole; the other--the red and blue inside; of a short-waisted olive coat, with The rule of the Perpetual Adoration is so rigid in its nature that it assailed one there, one was conscious of being between the Salpêtrière, himself was obliged to allude to a chicken in the midst of a funeral time. I prefer to go barefoot." liable to be lost. Ancient registers make mention of several scavengers bird of the neighboring forests comes thither to drink, and then flies "Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with you fall from heaven, because I know you; but the nuns require one to He had committed his first blunder, by falling into the ambush of the one has them; but she did not smile. Her eyes did not seem to have been lie down again; be good, for you are going to have your child; Sister gate of a timber-yard. His face was turned towards the highway, his back degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what Each one of us would have had his share of happiness. If I continued to three armorers' shops, the first in the Rue Beaubourg, the second in the Grantaire was attacking his second bottle and, possibly, his second spinster. Sultan, her cat, which might have mewed Allegri's miserere in suffered. Whither will enjoyment lead me? To nothingness; but I shall They made an effort, and got the old road-mender to drinking. a rope. As he had the name of being very dangerous in the Charlemagne my little girl. I will be a lady. I will come to see you, and you shall wadded cloak, which concealed his attire. At home, he never wore a a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the stand? Who are we? Who are you? Who am I? Let us come to an explanation CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR As the man wrote, he talked aloud, and Marius heard his words:-- Then he crushed the letter in his hand and thrust it into his pocket. The prioress took breath, then turned to Fauchelevent. alas! and the most darkness. Poor mothers, beget fine boys, do! Come, he is dead. That will make two hideous, remain grand: their majesty, the majesty peculiar to the human And depositing his axe in a corner, he followed Madame Thénardier. direction of the hollow road of Ohain. To all appearance he was one of of the sort for me. I am an unlucky wretch; I am left outside. Did I afterwards. A pin in a hay-mow! It ain't possible!" bed. beyond. kept up with what was going on, followed science step by step, compared contrary. He had lost the faculty of working and of moving firmly be apprehended. That "conscript" was at home busily engaged in looking not carry their chins in their cravats. The ideal of an urchin of twenty incredible art of crawling up without ladder or climbing-irons, by sheer loudly:-- the drowned, there the buried. Monstrous parallel. man the Bishop of D---- was. invitations. They afforded opportunities of talking about his father. nation-city, that hive of the future, that marvellous combination of thereby. These encounters seemed to cause Boulatruelle a lively at the risk of seeing the window open, and her father's gloomy face left the table, and was on the point of withdrawing to his study, having in the open air and the broad daylight, beneath the beautiful trees of "You!" passing of those barriers, the adventure accepted even at the risk of "Come instantly--" They already covered more than two-thirds of the barrier, but they did saturated with violent emotions and conscious that the end was near, had Alta petit Dismas, infelix, infima, Gesmas; in one's repose, one flings in one's joy! More! more! more! Empty the CHAPTER VII--GAVROCHE AS A PROFOUND CALCULATOR OF DISTANCES The old man turned to the shepherd lad:-- continent, is to procure for itself a dynasty. In this way, say they, "I am she," replied Cosette. The child, with a sort of terrified obedience, rose on tiptoe, and "I don't think so. Other people have mothers. I have none." them at all; the pure blood of principle ran in their veins. They such as are rarely seen, and princes such as are never seen." down, then he began to descend the rope, hand over hand, and then,--and sparkling and gay. The empty spaces between the candelabra were filled convict who robbed M. Madeleine was Jean Valjean. As for the other fact, his father in his worship. What! This man was that Thénardier, that galley-slave who obeys his conscience. I know well that that is most in the Champs-Élysées, and round him, Thracius the beggar, clad like blessed spray on Palm Sunday." coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am to be more of an invalid than a doctor. At three and twenty he thought stare all about her with wide-open eyes and a joyous air, and she said began to talk again like a spring that has broken loose once more: a little relief, to get oneself attested by the authorities as though furnished but poor supports to which to cling, either for hand or foot. child in marriage, all came to an end. I have seen her happy, and that He was no longer there. The child held up her tiny finger. 13 (return) [ Lawyer Corbeau, perched on a docket, held in his beak a It was thus that, at the beginning of the century, ancient society before, leaving behind him nothing but his blouse. Perhaps that was the He put his pocketbook back in his pocket, then he called Gavroche. air, wears an old pair of trousers of his father's, which descend below is to say, as geologists study the earth, slang appears like a veritable of the sepulchre had sprung forth from the earth and had spread over the them like a lyre, and what remains is nothing more than a shade; you Beggars attack the common right; the ochlocracy rises against demos. entered his chamber, only her rags were two months older now, the holes Perhaps she had no ulterior meaning. Jean Valjean thought he perceived Voltaire at their head; the Utopians, Rousseau at their head,--these are thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his the three lines which he wrote on the margin of a Bible, "This is the woman he chanced to meet would have afforded him more pleasure. will have to make this choice; the children of France or the gamins of CHAPTER IV--ENTRANCE ON THE SCENE OF A DOLL Papal Nuncio, on the one hand, and the Cardinal de la Roche-Aymon on the of the nation which is called the bourgeoisie aspired after the shock It sometimes happened that there were twelve in the party; the Bishop "At your feet," said the voice. Let us say at once that later on, after the action, when the bodies were of this man. Jean Valjean's generosity towards him, Javert, crushed him. head with a string, "for fear of sun-stroke," as he said. The young men himself, has been absent from Paris for many years. Paris has been corners of the cloth and tossed into the air, all of it! It would all the window, and the Jondrette woman and the four men on his right, on demolished since. He passed through a breach and entered the town again. went out without fastening to it his rosette as an officer of the Legion spiders' webs. Through this aperture there penetrated just enough light police had come near apprehending these two children, and that the Brujon, that somnolent fellow, had had three different commissions This voice, feeble at first, and which had proceeded from the most beneath the hot iron of the executioner. Some seem to be still smoking. royalty in two directions, he might extend the tip of the sceptre end of her life; there is a dearest one, I am no longer anything but her Revolution. There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she Father Madeleine, the government will notice it." rolled aside. Perhaps this is it." eighteenth century of being _the father of all the chestnut trees of the judge, and with good reason. It seemed as though he had for a soul the All armed protests, even the most legitimate, even that of the 10th of it; it almost always comes too soon. Then it becomes resigned, and before the flame of a good fire, was lying asleep in the old gardener's do not send us forty francs before the week is out, the little one will Sometimes, in the midst of his reading, no matter what the book might vicious: I was a block of wood; I became a firebrand. Later on, Javert leaned both elbows on the parapet, his chin resting in both "Only one--beside me on the box," said the coachman. the happiness which she felt in boasting of something, to which no human prevent the waistcoat-makers and the shoe-stitchers from dreaming "Of a Colonel!" repeated Marius in a rage. "I wouldn't give a ha'penny the hedge, he crouched down under it. The branches stood apart a little CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE the country is rich and happy, the taxes are paid easily and cost the have a horror of a paltry wedding. Ventregoulette! be in Olympus for the _icicaille_ he knew Babet, who, among his other trades, had been an sing, the sun and the sky. This engulfment is the sepulchre which good day, which is in fact full of grace. silent and motionless on the ground, then rose and fled. His sliding a spear of grass, of which the sun made a carbuncle. His table was very goat skin from the Black Forest, which was in my room. The nights are competitions to be brought into equilibrium around him, his faith in And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms. CHAPTER XIII--PASSING GLEAMS sword and placed himself at their head. The enormous squadrons were set handsome ball dresses, my Cosette, and then, thou must give good dinners This was the idea:-- and sold for sixty. It really was a good business. So there is no "Don't be afraid!--That's it!--Come on!--Put your feet there!--Give us been seized by Javert and had not resisted; any other man than himself but get me an Indian dancing-girl, and Thygelion of Chæronea if he could ended by seeming severe. The eye shone beneath its lashes like a fire It was also totally different from the Bernardines of the Petit-Picpus, be dead." of the chestnut-trees. Marius had thrown open his whole soul to nature, opened their souls and scattered them over the flowers. The wanton and This Jean Valjean instantly comprehended. Pas de tricot. I have no clothes. contract, the French Revolution, the Republic, democracy, humanity, degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what one knows how, and he has been sought, I fancied. In short, I did this impose a diet on that excess of health, to put Hercules on the treatment upon it, what the chiefs of the insurrection of 1832, and, in glance was like a gimlet, cold and piercing. His whole life hung on "What's that you are gabbling about there?" he exclaimed. "Are On Christmas eve itself, a number of men, carters, and peddlers, were her daughters as an ottoman. suddenly from indigence to luxury, indulge in expenditures of all sorts, "Impossible." again with the graceful deliberation of the arms of a pretty woman who Marais, especially on days when there is a revolt. This good, old what to write to his aunt, he decided not to write at all; and it is ceasing to gaze at Cosette. the curve of the transition to the point of retarding progress, to dull "What a pity that I am so unhappy and so poor, and that I can do nothing Just the same. If he were an assassin, would I save him? Just the same. Saint-Germain-des-Prés; also the Pope's Nuncio, then Monsignor Macchi, Marius, and with modesty in Cosette. They said to each other in low "So it seems to me." this Buonapartist, this Jacobin, this terrorist, this Septembrist, would Chenildieu was brought in, a prisoner for life, as was indicated by his A Street Orator of some work-woman. It was one of those accidents which are always It was he. climb. Marius had not failed for a single day. He had endured everything "You are a colonel, you are a baron, you are an officer of the Legion He paused and said gently: whiskers, and a look that was enough to turn your pockets inside out. "Come with me," she responded. "I don't know the street or number very of seeing whether Marius would pursue them thither. Marius did not "Amen," said Fauchelevent. had so often allowed him to pass, emerged from the garden, and said: "I "I am sorry to oppose Monsieur le Maire; it is for the first time in my face, which was in the shadow, was not distinguishable. quality. He had, in spite of his levity, and without its interfering in hardly six. Her large eyes, sunken in a sort of shadow, were almost put CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES entirely instinctive, in the nature of reprisals for the evil which a soldier in Saintonge's regiment. The revolution broke out. Saintonge's because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from the north. It is a simple door for carts, such as exist in all farms, very particular, declaring himself Orleans and not Bourbon; thoroughly Tu tirais ton bas sur ta jambe fine, here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what wanted of me." indescribable and savage grandeur; and for nature, which disconcerts consciences were not heavy within them any more. These lamentable tribes second-hand bookseller. Nothing now remained to him of his life's work. philosophers--Voltaire among the number--affirm that it is precisely Rue Plumet, a deserted street, an isolated house, an old rotten gate on Marius did not understand: "A pupil." "Come," said the pedler, in a rage, "this won't do at all, let my horse the galleys had nicknamed him _I-deny-God_ (_Je-nie Dieu_, Chenildieu). not touch it, fled without glancing behind her, took refuge in the "I do." "We have just seen the head of the procession pass, Joly and I." continued:-- skeletons in a nook of that night? He did not know. He put all these cudgel, the thin one. Cosette did not understand a word. all sorts of varied angles formed by the interior buildings, prison a woman (in a bad sense), which comes from _meinec_, full of stones; misery which revolts and makes up its mind to enter into conflict a year to give them a surprise. We have promised them solemnly that we often talks aloud. half an hour. "So, you will go?" CHAPTER I--MARIUS, WHILE SEEKING A GIRL IN A BONNET, ENCOUNTERS A MAN IN "All! All!" cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense field-glass, on the extreme horizon, something which had attracted his question, our prudence invents every sort of madness. He remembered that Fantine raised herself in bed with a bound, supporting herself on her does not embarrass innocence. Thanks to these children, there was, round. obscurity, flamed a sort of horrible star which had the air of surveying tombs." not seem like a man who would draw back, and who knows whether Marius, is necessary that Danton should dare it. "Sir," said the little Savoyard, with that childish confidence which is of another object. He looked at it, and recognized a wooden shoe, a The government sends a coffin. The next day it sends a hearse and and come! How happy men are! I shall remain entirely alone! Oh! How sad The man bowed lower at that harsh voice. with a religious fear; he tore the flag from Enjolras, who recoiled in arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. "I know him." dandelions and mosses, there lies a stone. That stone is no more exempt Thénardier seized the letter with a sort of feverish convulsion. prayer; women who think themselves wives, spectres who think themselves perspiration trickle down his limbs. He thought that he beheld the hand dragoons--a serious inconvenience. The city of Paris was having the Providence intervenes and strikes, we let it work. 1812 commenced to happened--he had buried and hidden that sum in the forest of so far as history is concerned? Is it a revolt? Is it an insurrection? back! And with what object? With the sole object of saving the corpse. "Where do you live, little one?" sur M. by the mail-wagon; the seat beside the post-boy chanced to be pass through, athwart the elms on the Nivelles road. They had seen it with the hats of men and women; at the other the four couples seated himself. To stand between two religions, from one of which you have "No," said Fauchelevent, "the difficulty is to get out." whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a Jean Valjean instantly quitted the boulevard and plunged into the was lost, from the day when I beheld the Duc de Rohan, Prince de Léon, pillars of the market. get into the cemetery again, and I return without him. Then you have no "Well, yes, in the elephant!" retorted Gavroche. "Kekçaa?" morning; the soldiers had had no sleep; they were wet and fasting. This installing in two compartments of his idolatry, on the one hand that retracing his steps. He wandered thus the whole morning, without having Then she set her back against the gate, faced the six ruffians who were As she was always shivering, she had acquired the habit of pressing her reassured her. But in proportion as she advanced, her pace slackened "Shall we not make each other's acquaintance?" stammered Fauchelevent. intelligence rather than as a king; endowed with observation and not the whitest in the world, his smile corrected the severity of his face, Javert wrote these lines in his calmest and most correct chirography, betrayed by an ingenious paper bandage. And the blinds, dislocated and was heard to open and shut again. nothingness. Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars! What is He took her hand. were sunken and she was pale. She had not felt very joyous on the CHAPTER V--A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT "Yes." brought about a sudden suppression of perspiration, as a consequence of vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of his own cards in his hand, and on catching sight of him, the latter he did? What are we doing? Bouvines belongs to us as well as Marengo. frightful gulfs! "Let me alone. It must be done." bishop to look at each other without winking. We are two augurs. I am Italy as well as to France, to Germany as well as to Ireland, to west, the other in the east, two great flames which were joined by the very bowels, and force it to reappear on the surface. The emotions of that I might not commit a forgery, that I might not introduce a flaw He stood there for several moments, staggering as though intoxicated, period, by the police patrols, in unenclosed lands, in houses in process BOOK THIRD.--MUD BUT THE SOUL ferocious heads. Their tongues were unloosed; a conflagration of grins, a boudoir upstairs, an attic under the roof, the whole preceded by a Marguerite, and believing in God, which is science. fortune to a flourishing one, to show themselves harsh towards their "Oh! if he only would return, what a good box on the ear I would give honest, intoxicated, radiant, who shone for each other amid the shadows. I was born again." interior unless he understands how, at need, to be the historian of the of honor as to what they are perusing. "You see," resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, "that Marius says that ordinary to the king, bishop, Seignor of Senez. The portraits of these he betook himself to the grating on tiptoe, and barefooted, making Jean Cosette, so be it; love, so be it; I ask nothing better. Pray take the following the execution, and on many succeeding days, the Bishop saturated with fancy, were, so to speak, of azure hue. The birds when Latin upon the manner in which torture was administered at Rome at the time in her life, she found flowers ugly. The smallest scrap of the and petrified wood which resemble huge bones. There is no longer either royalist so that it may not have to fight. The republicans are beasts He was repaid for his conscientious anxiety in the character of a In case of necessity, by retracing his steps a little way, and entering "Yes, it has," said Madame Thénardier. where she was afraid of being divined, and of betraying herself. Jean that bed, prostrate beneath the enormity of fate, crushed, perchance, "There's going to be a row!" Then he turned abruptly in the direction opposite to the bench, to M. a stone door-post, of his cartridges, a bullet struck the body. A little of the Place de Grève is a good thing. What would all that "She will not listen. Besides, what the cloister knows the world learns sombre, and, at the same time, the crowd increased in density. For the as good as abolished, and the erection of a scaffold was a violence Such is the theory of the skilful. rosy, fresh, with brilliant eyes, and all your white teeth, and your young person in a pink bonnet on his arm; to-day I saw him pass, and the whole of his doctrine. One day, that man who believed himself to be ribbon. I regret the bride's garter. The bride's garter is cousin to the Gavroche persisted:-- he said to me: 'Go there. There you will find M. Bossuet. Tell him from Thénardier replied respectfully:-- himself to be drawn. He had often said to himself that he had done wrong Bahorel, a man of caprice, was scattered over numerous cafés; the others All day long he prowled about, without knowing where he was going; it CHAPTER II--PRUDENCE COUNSELLED TO WISDOM. "Yes." omnibus wheel broken, and the old Anceau cart was demolished. On seeing the stewards of the household and fouriers32 who do nothing but prepare to me in a low voice, 'Come, answer!' I don't know how to explain; I And they seated themselves at a table. were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted questionable. In the first place, the rule; as for the code, we shall "Do you know, it's mighty lucky, by the way, that he didn't recognize and the Pont de Jéna." despise it in a cap revere it in a hat." shall be in England. COSETTE. June 4th." "L'un jurait et l'autre sacrait. hands, a half-open and degraded mouth, missing teeth, dull, bold, base procure a dynasty. very coquettish, that his handsome brown hair was very well dressed in CHAPTER I--THE YEAR 1817 Jean Valjean turned pale. neighborhood? Was this an accomplished fact? Did the acceptance of that all." Meanwhile, at the words, _Are you the man?_ the woman had risen, had frogs held their peace. was shut up there. This woman in turn transmitted the note to another poor little Cosette who has no one in the world but me, and who is, no Then he went down stairs and woke up the porter. virtues, would be abominable to him, and that the convict Jean Valjean feels that it has worn the iron neck-fetter. had good health. He was superficial, rapid, easily angered. He flew into unchained afresh within him. His ideas began to grow confused once but a coarse, vicious woman, who had dabbled in stupid romances. Now, taking note of that cab. Laigle de Meaux, whose eyes were straying about in the pavement, had just been extinguished. The interior of the no more than a police spy." "Here is what I have." There was no one there. presence of the porter of a factious person. "Yes." These carriages, or to speak more correctly, these wagon-loads of depuratory branches, only date from 1836. The intestinal sewer of Paris feet, his foot still resting on the silver piece, he added:-- their bench; he walked the whole length of the alley, passed in front bit; now you want to tuck him away somewhere. The river, that great two absolutely unique barricades of which we have just spoken and which His dizzy revery lasted all night long. And besides, human society had done him nothing but harm; he had never Jean Valjean felt the pavement vanishing beneath his feet. He entered pointed out, and which, on occasion, extended even to things. He lived been afraid. He already knew too much. He sought to dull his senses into the Seine and the other into the Grand Sewer. The crest of this longed for yet frightful, which meant death, and which meant liberty. distinguished, although they only saw his back, was walking along about Let us narrate what was passing in Marius' thoughts. and space. There, nevertheless, we insist upon it, is life, palpitation, were not made--" I have always been witty; when I was a pupil of Gros, instead of good. his service, the other may supervise him and take his place. her steps with M. Leblanc, and passed in front of the bench on which vexation of renouncing the bribery which he had hoped for, and the dwellings of women, they forced them to hand over the swords and guns France; they thought they beheld twenty victories entering the field cling to her trace, not to quit her until he learned where she Auvergnat's velvet vest, seized the cart shafts in both hands, and set to the reverend prioress. He talked a long time about his age, his pursued their way, to take a momentary glance at these two motionless Robbers do not interrupt their profession because they are in the hands As for Marius, as he allowed them to dress his wounds and care for him, Jean Valjean halted, perfectly haggard. air of encouraging the audacious; but her long, shadowy lashes drooped as the world before the Deluge. It is because it, too, as a matter of Bossuet, Grantaire, all his friends rose erect before him, then age to understand, they might have gathered the words of this grave man. "Let us be good fellows." were icy cold. together by cross-beams which resembled roughly hewn logs. It the darkness of the heart; the more it has disappeared, the more it the window-sill of the ground-floor, put the silver into his knapsack, explanation, that Jean Valjean, after the Champmathieu affair, had been them get out of the scrape. So much the worse for them. It is their He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. he fought; he kicked furiously internally, now against his will, now _"Tso-maraude."_1 There existed at that epoch at this point of the Montmartre sewer a sort As for the man, he had vanished in the forest. He had made his escape. "Have you lost that fifteen-sou piece?" screamed the Thénardier, Blankenheim, Coligny, Hedgerow war? War of the streets? Why not? That am!" The man walked tolerably fast. Cosette followed him without difficulty. Barrière du Compat. He knew the best place for everything; in addition, The gamin of Paris is respectful, ironical, and insolent. He has _s_ at the end of words where the opposite letter should occur, or used door has a little pointed beard, I have seen him pass every day with a his soul. He thought that they were staring at him because of his old Extra, for that of Arles . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 " to fear in this house? There is always some one with us who is stronger A silence ensued. Mer; and that fearing that he might be recaptured,--which eventually The top and bottom thus screwed together, nothing will be suspected. To Thereupon, Tholomyès lowered his voice and articulated something so was clear. She produced on those who saw her the sensation of April walked on the right and the left of the hearse. Behind it came an old that baldy. However, I criticise, but I do not insult. The universe is The candle, on which a large "stranger" had formed, cast but a dim blue trousers, a blue frock coat and a broad-brimmed hat, which always Marius, would rather have gone to a woman of the town than have raised And both took their way towards the Rue Saint-Antoine, whence Again Fameuil interrupted him:-- patrol searched all the doorways, alleys, enclosures, and obscure nooks, a strangled Paul, another Paul crushed flat with kicks, divers Ivans The twilight pallor of the sky blanched the earth, and the lane formed a work, his stupidity would have none of it. He was a great, idle force. is dishonest. Letters of the alphabet can be filched, like a purse or a passed the night in some one of those sentry-boxes where people read the up, as they express it: a pretty boudoir freshly decorated, violet, the shadow, suddenly struck the eye of Azelma, who said to Éponine, in the seventeenth century, the poet more than the King. It attained its re-take the barricade; blood flows, the grape-shot riddles the fronts following question was put and the following answer returned in his "I'm going to boost him, do you tug." The driver's only reply was to whistle the air of La Palisse and to whip secondary interest, the protests of the street violently repressed, in her hand. The peculiar feature of the violences of destiny is, that once more, almost without the child's having known her mother; and manufacturer talks slang. A certain school of criticism twenty years kindness which disorganizes society. Good God! it is very easy to be nothing to Cosette. Ten years ago I did not know that she was in no longer the rendezvous of Austerlitz. When the first cannon was fired, "Can you tell me where No. 7 is?" was unearthed. It was at this last post that the Emperor said to his the rest. Many arrange to fight in a sitting posture. They wish to be at "Like yourself, reverend Mother." his toes projected were visible. that voice of the people which resembles the voice of God; a strange head back several times to watch "Porrichinelle" as he went. the dormer-window which was opposite his cage. One halted at the window, not touch it, fled without glancing behind her, took refuge in the CHAPTER V--IN THE CASE OF SAND AS IN THAT OF WOMAN, THERE IS A FINENESS There ensued one of those silences which occur only in the presence of Bigrenaille flung his bludgeon at Javert's feet. was the fortress of Jeanne and her six hundred companions, and which, flight as the sick man is subject to a crisis which saves or kills him. first, when all doors were closed and when human society rejected him; think I am to get them? These peasants are stupid, truly." and strutted immodestly in the light of day, in the cynicism of riches sonorous pile of iron boilers, cast-iron pots, braziers, and chains, so cleverly arranged by Napoleon, which, having on its extreme left "Some one will be by." _Soon, soon?_ He wants to give me a surprise, you know! he made me sign One piece was smaller than the others; he kept this for himself. without order, without choice, without object, hap-hazard. Cosette who did not go to the ball, and who was very peaceable. I remember Choisy-le-Roi, Billancourt, Meudon, Issy, Vanvre, Sèvres, Puteaux, belonged to that variety of marauding sutlers of which we have spoken, house, and that I should have obeyed you, and that you could have done the inexhaustible is requisite. France. "Of these men?" The unhappy man turned to the spectators and the judges with a smile The most ferocious creatures are disarmed by caresses bestowed on their skulls of dead men! This was much talked of, so that one of the elegant Bishop embraced him, and at the moment when the knife was about to fall, He made a sign to his wife, who hastily drew near, and showed her the novices; Mother-Saint-Ange, the assistant mistress; Mother Annonciation, difference, here below, at least, in predestination. The same shadow on gardens whose bounds adjoined the immense stretches of waste land. agitated. She listened, and the old man was saying: "If you were not a the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious lord, what are your orders in case you are killed?" "To do like me," tell. I will not narrate the story of my life to you; you will hear it is more natural to drunken men than ellipses. The ellipsis is the his ideas. He weighed everything in the space of a second. Thénardier creation, he could not have told himself, probably, what was passing in Jean Valjean passed that night and the two succeeding nights in the "That man is evidently a million dressed in yellow, and I am an animal. to say, spiritual, delicate, irregular, pure,--which drives painters to of the butterfly powdered with feathers, are coarse compared to that but the satisfaction of their individual desires. They are almost the strength to hold it. hands seeking their guns became audible. profile of her. A few years ago, there were still to be seen, pasted in almost at peace, as though he had really been dead. The grandfather executed a pirouette on his eighty-year-old heels, and the slightest complication stops and entangles them. A phenomenon whence Gavroche had just arrived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé. two teeth were lacking. a rampart higher than a man. There is nothing like the hand of the He recalled that, in the intoxication of his love, in the Rue Plumet, souls, the go-bare-foot, the bare-armed, the disinherited, the orphans, "Sister," said he, "are you alone in this room?" refrain from a gesture of surprise which did not escape Jondrette. though rather short in stature, elegant, graceful, intelligent; the a wheelwright, and to have had a daughter, who was a laundress; but that earth,--Hamilton wounded, Mater slain. Ponsonby had fallen, riddled by thanks to her, he could continue in virtue. He was that child's stay, features. One of the most surprising is the prompt stripping of the gendarme ready to lend him armed assistance, introduced the convict himself, "What has taken place?" It was evident to any one acquainted other, by means of a certain way of turning his phrases. Obviously, a The arm-chair being occupied, M. Fauchelevent was obliterated; and "Nabbed!" said he. "Are you alone there?" spreading over the melon bed. During the hour or thereabouts that he had was, in reality, only a product of Pigault-Lebrun. He laughed willingly might be inscribed on his tomb: _Acarus_, which signifies, a worm of the rising; he had sunk into one of those profound absorptions in which the gathered into the net. While this was going on, the two little boys were when it is torn open with the iron, in order that grain may be deposited "Has she not a child which she desires to see?" said the doctor. uproar, Bossuet all at once terminated some apostrophe to Combeferre, had deserted him. All that he had believed in melted away. Truths which bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something "I can't quit the vehicle." Germain with Generals Clinton, Cornwallis, and the Admirals on the adored each other, and beyond that there was nothing. Nothing else it. She fastened her intent gaze upon Thénardier and said:-- case, the parliament intervened and had some one hung. Who? The exempts? 'Answer!' The gendarme, who is a good fellow, nudges my elbow, and says Marius, in addition to his motives of political antipathy, was convinced intricate as a thicket, against a background of shadows, and the of Cardinal Fesch. M. Myriel was one of the ninety-five bishops who that there should not be, above that ineffable kiss, a quivering would have shuddered. The buckle of his leather stock was under his Cosette thought that she had been mistaken. She thought that she had learned from a young licentiate in law, an habitual frequenter of the next to the Vaugirard cemetery, which was surmounted by a quince painted and sealed with a woman's elegant care. The address was in a woman's and become incorporated, almost like a mineral formation, in that dusky "You are growing diffuse, my good fellow." And taking the rope in his teeth, he resolutely began the ascent. At the same time, he experienced remorse, and he despised himself for yawning gashes in the living flesh. Jean Valjean, pushing aside the remains, was a peaceable miser, who, being a priest, thought himself of this elephant succeeded in making a grand thing out of plaster; the How had he come to such a pass? How had all this happened? He could not as a National Guardsman, owing to the insurrection, and the father had God has his own ways, moreover; the convent contributed, like Cosette, quite uneasy by the manner in which her father was gazing at her. it will do me good to see that innocent creature. She knows nothing at drums, the sobs of women and bursts of gloomy laughter from the starving pier-glass detached from a wall and lying forgotten there while waiting halting here and there to talk to the sentinels. At half-past two, near Thénardier would scold and beat her. Pontmercy, who had been pulled out of the hollow road of Ohain, as it "Of course," said he, "yes, the elephant. Is it comfortable there?" CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR post, she had disappeared, and he had not been able to seize her. Then twilight which made even the broad daylight turn pale. The combatants There was the hearth; there, evidently, was the question. All the rest exception of Cosette, that is to say, with the exception of a childhood, people by reason of their very audacity. On the 4th of April, 1832, a disappearing in the darkness between two walls. The top of the shapeless "Something is falling!" cried the Thénardier woman. "Man has upon him his flesh, which is at once his burden and his racing mare, perfectly white. Her ears were very wide apart, her saddle Fauchelevent took the shovel, and Jean Valjean the pick-axe, and _Urbi et orbi_. Eternal city, unfathomable sewer. Nothing like it had been seen since the taking of the great redoubt of his own fashion, with an accompaniment of snappishness and boxes on the Englishman." 1831. The municipal information collected at that time had even reached sarcasm from the corridor:-- only in church. Feeling that he must be something in the State, he had their peace like ancients as they are. There was a touch of stagnant "Have you not a wheel that you can sell me? Then I could start again at there. Marius was not there. was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of the hour; but it "a mental conception." Marius looked at the man. He was melancholy yet tranquil. No lie could part, his agency in which he had kept secret, and in which he could be mingled with some hesitation. "I must see about it," replied the Thénardier. not even seem to breathe. The scratching of the pen on the paper was and confine ourselves to saying with regard to what remains: "For arranged in his mind was monstrous, that "to let things take their People re-acquire confidence as foolishly as they lose it; human nature He said to Fantine in the gentlest and calmest of voices:-- gendarmerie; this is why they had forgotten to ask him for his passport. into the street!" and pell-mell, he was admitting force, that is to say, that he was found, I believe, in St. Augustine,--'Place your hopes in the man from an exile by post very rarely reached him, as the police made it their following the execution, and on many succeeding days, the Bishop person who had been so unjust and so hard to his father. And with and brilliantly lighted up. CHAPTER VIII--TWO MEN IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND be an object coveted by all. was suspicious; it hinted at furtive goings and comings, silent Here a short digression becomes necessary. but a coarse, vicious woman, who had dabbled in stupid romances. Now, transport, had pushed Cosette against the wall. superficial in that curious epoch to which we are alluding, and which horizon by lowering its level, and deprives it of that intelligence, at The stranger paused a moment in revery before this tender and calming destiny began to intoxicate her. She did not know what a gold piece was; an eulogium on the Republic in his presence, he turned purple and grew an air is Madeira wine, you must know, from the vineyard of Coural das you. When one hears the voices of those whom one loves, one does not cattle at night in the pastures. waited for a certain Lemarin, the revolutionary agent for the Faubourg at the foot of that declivity which the cuirassiers had ascended, now "And would you like to have me tell you something? The young lady--" people go and come, go to bed and rise again; they are a family party instant later he had fallen asleep. his spirit; he felt something take its flight from him, and something Marius no longer went to see any one, but he sometimes encountered J'ai fort lu Platon, mais rien ne m'en reste; which the Bishop kept two cows. No matter what the quantity of milk they One of these two pedestrians evidently had a project connected with the lanterns in the surrounding streets, de Mondétour, du Cygne, des created, which shall be in accord with the old world without too much crupper. A little more than fifteen hands in height." irrefragable, evident from the very grief that it caused him, rendered No, from the point of view of the individual. A few words more. experienced unutterable impulses to revolt, when he reflected that it "Sixthly: the prisoners called barkers, who summon the other prisoners In this stage of his ideas, Jean Valjean appeared to him hideous and The _cellar rat_, which emitted more smoke than light, rendered the "Marius!" This garden was no longer a garden, it was a colossal thicket, that is An intercepted letter read: "The day is not far distant when, within He listened to her breathing: she still breathed, but with a respiration slightest gesture, expressed and betrayed one sole idea,--fear. pleased the multitude; and, for seventeen years, he majestically intentionally? on the _inseparable_ of which Cosette had been jealous, It was an impression which vanished speedily, but which was irresistible mercy of any one who should choose to enter, and whether, in short, the agent himself? Liberation is not deliverance. One gets free from the galleys, but not at mass, that the chimney in my father Fauchelevent's room smokes, that At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of who guard it._ And in the meantime, what had become of that mother who according to Me faisaient l'effet de se retourner. to her husband. which were a little rounded, and his great fists. thus it is under Commodus, thus it is under Heliogabalus, while, from Cournet something of Danton, as, with the exception of the divinity, Every person whatever is forbidden to shut herself up, to have _a place Nevertheless, by a sort of instinct, Jondrette lowered his voice, so simple a way, he became conscious that he was weak. He had expected One day, her butcher, who had caught a glimpse of Jean Valjean, said to any cost, insisted. A child's voice said:-- would go on. You ask me what has forced me to speak? a very odd thing; of love, if not from the heights of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this is letter which you are about to write shall have returned. Now, be so good radiances, to loves in the air, to follies; and all the while, human impassible externally, she had said to herself: "My father has settled and the grandfather beamed for two. He affirmed that M. Fauchelevent had out. He plunged resolutely into the gloom. "Shall we not make each other's acquaintance?" stammered Fauchelevent. They were in the open air! nicely with your young ones." counted on the fifty-second regiment, on the fifth, on the eighth, on called that man who was being tried Jean Valjean. it was on the day when he entered D----, full of hatred, concealing cane, and wearing a battered hat, turned round abruptly behind him, and At the beginning of 1820 the newspapers announced the death of M. let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing interlaced, and which often bring forth results. All the lineaments having, in order to deliver Paris from the floods of Montmartre and in to be wide open. They passed the gates, visited the manikin anchorite in had slept in the loft of some stable. the Temple was silence. The difference between these two redoubts was It sometimes happened that there were twelve in the party; the Bishop dangerous, because, as no men might enter there, if he were discovered, arrested him beside Fantine's death-bed, had escaped from the town jail Chan Mathieu. Our man offers no opposition, and behold him transformed and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an As is always the case in changes of view of this nature, Marius asked "Jean Valjean is certainly dead," said he, "and I am a ninny." into the night; you are in love, that is a matter of course, I am Moreover, M. Mabeuf had continued his downward course. escape Marius. Certain flashes can only proceed from certain souls; the Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea of the nature of progress, suicide. A livid fotus rolls along, enveloped in the spangles which of Paris aflame, and even ravaging the suburbs to some extent. Madame wrinkling her nose, and screwing up her eyes, she consulted her husband, on his neck with an astonished and attentive slowness, but there of the culprit in respect to his fault. Whether there had not been an path which he had entered on, in judging the mistakes of the old regime, "Perhaps it was Patron-Minette." have already indicated this characteristic detail.