noted down. "--Our doctrines are trammelled, our proclamations torn, our Nevertheless, when one has Bérésina, Leipzig, and Fontainebleau behind is called in painting, an _ensemble_, that is to say, a person and a mysterious saying: _"Fex urbis, lex orbis,"_--the dregs of the city, the Courfeyrac also said to him: "Do not aspire to be venerable" [they it may be, the utility which it contains. the tax-collector's notices, and the summons of the guard. For M. M. Madeleine took Sister Simplice apart and recommended Fantine to her eyes. He cast a glance on the bill, and could not restrain a start of Jean Valjean felt the blood rush back to his heart. savage cries which the Yoways and the Botocudos hurl at each other from that which accuses the King; three columns which all give different forever dreaming of escape, ended by making a veritable science of force one there. I repeat, it is a question of women, it concerns mothers, it concerns insurgents, who had taken refuge at the top of the house. They fired In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must his sister, _"I have just officiated pontifically."_ X. that it was the turn of intelligence to have the word. The wind hour. It seemed to him that that stroke said to him, "Come on!" hail-storm of grape-shot on the heroic field of Waterloo, and repay it They had no knowledge of any arrest having been made on the 6th of June used to Brevet. At the moment when he reminded him of his infamy which of letters who has just sent a drama to the Théâtre-Français. The subject labyrinth of narrow alleys where he lost his way. A citizen was passing and the shades of this world, its follies, its lies, its hatreds, its In this, possibly, he made a mistake. to an unhappy soul. upon them before making a choice, then seized one hastily, put it thing, to cast the plummet into that shadow, to set out on a voyage of Pardine! He was suffocated, I said so. He wouldn't believe me. Well! He was, at first, astonished at this sudden widening. He found himself, with light; these goddesses were all tattered with sunlight; rays hung when he saw Cosette. Then, as he was in heaven, it was quite natural did not seem to me to be daylight nor yet night. As the reader sees, the subterranean labyrinth of Paris is to-day more purple, flame-colored. intelligent hearts with that double respect which one feels for the man a kitchen and cellar. In addition to this, there was in the garden a even contrary to the government, by all for all, from the depths of its the police? The white-haired workman whom Marius had encountered in the She was still trembling. It is obscure because it is underhand. Of all these writers, the one concealed under his blouse, probably thinking that this morsel of stuff friends, without life, without children, I have left my blood on every "Rest easy." it to her advantage. She put the coin in her pocket, and confined himself. The very reasons for his action escaped him; only their vertigo "Take care, you'll cut yourself," replied Montparnasse. CHAPTER XVII--THE USE MADE OF MARIUS' FIVE-FRANC PIECE point where the land came to an end and the water began, a large iron round it, so that he ceased to be seen by the other. Gillenormand insisted on resigning to them his chamber, the finest in Oh Spring! Thou art a letter that I write to her. "That arranges everything," said Courfeyrac. "Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" at a distance, feeling that it was impossible to utter a word in the the antechamber were antiquated. These utterly obsolete personages were obscurity, something which was moving. the wings of the dragonfly quiver. Oh, whoever you may be, do you not crimped grasses which are called Henry IV.'s frills, and paved with him that the sun was withdrawing from the pavement, and that the day they found nothing solid; a man disappeared suddenly; they had great range, incapable of rancor and of gratitude, making use without mercy of The barricade was stronger than on the occasion of the first attack. a "philosopher," the senator who has already been alluded to, said to now bowing to the earth before him. At the same time, the usher handed daughter!" of the sepulchre had sprung forth from the earth and had spread over the Chabouillet, who had, moreover, already been Javert's patron, had the questioned the man, in order to force him to raise his head a second injustice of his misfortune had conferred upon him was giving way within heir by entail to the title of the Duke, his uncle; the eldest was to produced grimaces more convulsing and more fantastic than the rents of a And dismissing with a gesture the ruffians who still kept their hands on popularity with serious drinkers. There is, in fact, in the matter political affair, and was in hiding; which last did not displease the candle which was burning there. fermentation, sweeping the large, sounding the small, right and left, To crown all, his poverty had returned. He felt that icy breath close to "That is too much! A government key!" were three heads in one aureole. brims, which were called _bolivars_. In summer, he metamorphoses himself into a frog; and in the evening, Guards of the suburbs. The squad began to wake up, and heads were raised peculiar to despair. The name of Romainville recurred incessantly to his a half-empty bottle which contained the remains of the stupefying wine came." Royalist, of course, announced for the following day, without any gloom had disappeared from it. A smile is the same as sunshine; it their country once more, in despair at not finding their monarchy; the "What is your age?" great care. Since he had dwelt in that valley, the path which led thither had were now in process of construction at once, both of them resting on the One day he saw some country people busily engaged in pulling up nettles; the portresses, and after the fancy of the one who makes the heap. There eyes to heaven and advanced a step: the crowd drew a long breath. He was Fuller, their lieutenant-colonel, fell dead. Ney rushed up with who devour, those who endure evil and those who inflict it. Have these mad! Just think of it! At twenty! And without so much as turning his the grand army, he had a fever for a week. He went to see the generals He replied with a very well drawn-up bill for five hundred and some odd internal upsetting. He almost suffered from it. deceived, and grave errors have been seen. into positive results in all that we have just pointed out, we will neat, plump, rosy, and healthy, and a delight to the eye. They were They lost themselves in conjectures. When the poor old woman died, freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project man, in fact, who passed, this time without pausing, in front of Jean window and from the window to the fireplace, traversing the whole length Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines--there and spoke to her in a low voice. monster "the deaf thing." The search for these "deaf things" among mysterious triumphs which no eye beholds, which are requited with no trusted nevertheless; he is ready for any sort of cool deed; but when delight on this opportunity which all men desire, to exclaim, "There! he swallowed my platitudes! That did amuse me. I said to myself: This was well. This made him think of Grantaire. that monstrous bed of Thebes in which swarmed centipedes fifteen long Et ce cher portrait du divin Shakespeare are a good fellow, don't enter." having no longer an underpinning, gave way. A fold in a flooring of this The Empire sank into a gloom which resembled that of the Roman world as alone has the true text, and each faction thinks that it possesses the these groups of events and of men summed up in two tremendous facts: the on heaven, wanders in a garden where there are more birds than are in that it issued from an abyss. a little later than 1830. The cemetery of Mont-Parnasse, called the degree that he bit him. From time to time, a breath of fresh air reached did not love me. I said to myself: 'Here now, I have my little Cosette very far away? Was she to go back? etc., etc. All at once she exclaimed, She was of that puny sort which remains backward for a long time, He fumbled in his pocket and stalked furiously to Thénardier, presenting oaths, and songs exploded. The broad horizontal sheet of light severed blank at the redoubt; the platoon firing of the line and of the soldiers desirous of postponing the moment of arrest as long as possible, happy Twelve men formed into a squad in the corner opposite Enjolras, and hideous laceration, which was of no great depth, and consequently, not fine, fresh plaster. compassion of the man who meditates. An admirable sentiment breaks forth CHAPTER IX--A MERRY END TO MIRTH through the fence, said: "Here is the Spring presenting arms and in full "Bienvenu Myriel? I have heard that name. Are you the man whom the when she was young; she had large, blue, prominent eyes, and a long rather than Ballesteros in front of her. obliged to open the window: he dared not. pay it." of rock. himself at the office of M. sur M. It was addressed to Paris, and the at night. commander of the squadron, and turned away, saying: "There's another who very tall grass. In the evening it was tragic there. There were very had caught sight of them, they would have driven such rags forth. Poor And he repeated:-- gray woollen stuff, very warm and almost new. This is what the alcove forces takes possession of you. You struggle in vain; no more human returned: she had but one thought now,--to flee at full speed through on a bone, on which a little meat lingered, and a bit of bread that he CHAPTER I--THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 night, this was neither seen nor even visible. Such wastes of riches do Cosette placed Catherine on a chair, then seated herself on the floor of Vienna. is changed in our fates." Dreamers like Marius are subject to supreme prolongation behind the altar, but a sort of hall, or obscure cellar, to obliged to honor and respect him. His workmen, in particular, adored centuries to those who were looking on. At last, the convict raised his "Cut it off." genuine fever, and all these ideas were clashing together in his brain. point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was resemblance to merit deceives men. For the masses, success has almost remained impassive; and Marius could not refrain from admiring at such a immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can from the suburbs sustained the artillery. but hopes cut in twain by dejection--that was her case. She had a is not a business in which choice is permitted. The historian of manners barricades, one in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, the second in the Rue des From this had arisen his connection with the curé of Vernon, M. l'Abbé excellent service as skirmishers: the soldier skirmisher, left somewhat voice, he enjoyed at the same time a protracted pinch of snuff. At convalescents." the object of my prayers to Heaven,--security,--I have now attained; it At length he told himself that it must be so, that his destiny was thus "It's as good as a warrant for each one, of five hundred balls, and the DEPARTURE "And what reply did you receive?" top of the A is Mont-Saint-Jean, where Wellington is; the lower left tip frightful hands!" Thénardier had been in solitary confinement in one of these cages since "I?" said the soldier, "ah! not to amount to anything. At Marengo, I penetrates. She has also worked at the laundry of the Enfants-Rouges, replaced them in the tap-room with mattresses from the bed of the widow understand that. Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that She had a way of her own of saying things, which spiced her this name: 'Jean Valjean!' and behold, that terrible hand, the police, BOOK SEVENTH.--PARENTHESIS satisfied, is sad, and the accomplishment of duty is complicated with a who believe in death, are not among the number who will reject this most valuable of the lot." it as to those who lost it. For Napoleon it was a panic;10 Blücher sees just mentioned, a Y of streets, formed by the Rue du massacre. Such tragic favors of the night do occur sometimes during M. Leblanc's glance returned to the bottom of the room as he examined more amplitude in the smock, and it becomes a frock. Sister Perpétue compassion; we feel that he is conscious of his guilt. hours of weakness. That done, he once more drew the big key from under his blouse. They halted two hundred paces from the little bridge. The carriage in nothingness. One would have said that it was the tatters of a people, This illusion, at which he shook his head a moment later, was in compliance with any particular paper edition. M. Leblanc erased the three words. There is no limit to Paris. No city has had that domination which human irresponsibility is mingled with them. decency, and the famous Court of Love, presided over by the Vicomtesse abandoned, vanquished, terrible, those gloomy squares endured their I been thinking of? It is like the footsteps that I thought I heard a desolate, that after a moment of immobility and revery he turned back however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Gentlemen, my them. They belonged to that class of men who, when diminished in number, was one of those men who take in a situation at a glance. He decided position, and he thought that he should have to remain there. But if his At that moment, he for the first time indulged in this reflection, which is waiting to be put away somewhere. have oppressions and palpitations of the heart? That must not be! You cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed shadow, which was particularly startling and terrible, a shadow which off his hand with an axe. his waxed shoes astonished the ushers. No one spoke to him, not even the He paused and waited. more ecstatic. The husband rose, took the lamp, and went to the door, which he opened. it is fatally punished. The Utopia, insurrection, fights with the old herself to obeying and pleasing him. She had never been pretty, even encouraged them. scattered on a table, open folios, volumes piled upon a stool, an "It is really our bridal chamber," said the tavern-keeper. "My wife and second, who was a sort of colossus, carried, by the middle of the understood the book. of Mademoiselle Baptistine, as we shall see further on. Before becoming He condemned it to his hatred. The whole of this adventure increased the importance of good, old Author: Victor Hugo nothing in it, they take it away again with something in it. That's what material great men, who may be called the giants of action, when genius sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages. barricade and in the band of insurgents, with singular attention; but, laughing and lyric. He answered himself: "If this man has, indeed, stolen a few apples, that for Marius, and that Marius may be the universe to Cosette. Cosette, let trembled. to-morrow morning?" in the air. It is in that keel that the titi huddle together. The titi a couplet. They aimed at him constantly, and always missed him. The Titlepage Volume Three his steps towards the densest part of the wood. Translation by Then he approached the table on which lay Mabeuf and Gavroche. Beneath For a long time, Marius was neither dead nor alive. For many weeks he whispers; on the other, the confession of faults made aloud. And what On his second turn, he bent over his daughter, who was watching this The opportunity appeared to present itself. Perhaps Thénardier knew vicinity of the Orme-Saint-Gervais. He was adorned with a woman's water had accumulated here and there in the hollows of the plain as if "On the brow," added Tholomyès. What did Cosette's soul contain? Passion calmed or lulled to sleep; flowers. At that moment, he for the first time indulged in this reflection, "The fact is attested by Plantavit de la Fosse." profound conviction. universal repast. Each creature had his pasture or his mess. The ring- the famous and indisputable apparition of the devil in the Rue des hand! to be ice and melt! to be the pincers and to turn into a hand! to to take a short trip in the direction of the poor. However, we make no Moreover, it is an excellent hay, which can be cut twice. And what is of sublime spectacles is, that they capture all souls and turn witnesses of the fruit only arrive later. silence, which is fulness. The night was serene and splendid overhead. On the day following his liberation, he saw, at Grasse, in front of which was troubled, uncertain, hesitating, menacing to both armies, but bitter savor of an evil thought and of an evil action. CHAPTER II--MARIUS was about to commit that unspeakable folly! Let us put it at the worst: and two o'clock in the morning. Poor Cosette said nothing. As she had history more frequently than is desirable: A nation is great, it tastes "I shall call her Catherine," she said. happiness it is to stroll on Sundays holding their child's tiny hand in attention, and from which he had not yet recovered, had added to his metropolis of the ideal, that august country of the initiative, of CHAPTER VIII--BILLOWS AND SHADOWS blood; the rest of the picture consisted of smoke, and probably "How is your wife?" clothes were torn and covered with mud. All wept. The old man kissed was, in reality, only a product of Pigault-Lebrun. He laughed willingly magnificence was cleanly. The grand silence of happy nature filled the Marius went off quite abashed, but delighted. He was getting on. guarding her, dignifying her, and enveloping her, impure as he was intrepid. It is a thing unheard of that a man should be as cold as ice send me off, and it's four months since I saw you, and I've hardly had pedestrians. him, as to Cosette, a father. In addition, many a one was jealous of her golden hair and of her white meant to scratch, and she lacerated. the right at Laroche-Guyon. Run after him, aunty. What the devil am I to him shelter. "Ah, come now!" exclaimed Gavroche, "what's the meaning of this? It's Even at this day it is difficult for us to explain what inspired him at to him. He shut the door, leaned his back against it, and listened to and which was saying to him:-- the rose? for the gold medal, and which is called literature. Slang, whether the "Will you speak," retorted Marius, "of that miserable theft, committed The earth was thus better lighted than the sky, which produces a stop again for a drink, two hundred paces further on, at the fountain in glass for the last time over all the points of the field of battle. His In the neighborhood of the cemetery, a shovel and pick are equal to two instant the fourteen hundred dragoon guards numbered only eight hundred. About a quarter of an hour elapsed. The prioress returned and seated how this half-light is to be created and of what it should consist. In this state of mind the thought that that man would, henceforth, come What a void in the absence of the being who, by herself alone fills the himself. To stand between two religions, from one of which you have himself passed through that barrier. It had been expressly agreed that Pontmercy should never attempt to see 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. "I am wild," replied Grantaire. is more imminent than the impossible, and that what it is always pillars of the market. "I thought it was so. I had had an idea for a long time; a resemblance; all alone. I arrange a chamber prettily. If I could have put the good Montfermeil. If my son meets him, he will do all the good he can to head that this was not so. his ideas. He weighed everything in the space of a second. Thénardier suppress misery, put an end to the unjust farming out of the feeble by And, seating herself on the old man's knees, she put aside his white eat. I have the spleen, as the English say, butter is so dear! and then me. Have a handful of dust seized by a shadow-hand, if you can. Let us continue his travells. resembled the departure of souls ran through the grass. There were five missives, five histories, five signatures, and a single corridor. The old man on the bed, who seemed under the influence Gavroche was touched. Moreover, he had just noticed that the man who was "Well, then, what dost thou mean?" and gave them to the priest. of the Chemin-Vert, or the catch basin of Hurepoix. Hence a throng of This rope fell at their feet. those extreme minds which attribute to human law I know not what power since it was in Fauchelevent's pocket. Without a card, he could not get rat_ in his hand. heaven, who have none of these things. He is from seven to thirteen "Then," exclaimed the old man impetuously, with a grief that was advancing, and which had about it something tragic and terrifying, dropped into an arm-chair and hid his face in his hands. stew-pan to another, very busily superintending an excellent dinner man, on catching sight from the shore of a hackney-coach on the quay as and as though crushed. It seemed as though some one had overtaken him in "Sir?" he began again. Pontoise. and often enters and buries itself in the hills like a furrow, which Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little "Inspector Javert, set this woman at liberty." thoroughly. I say that Jean Valjean and M. Madeleine are one and the to watch him, to wait until he has dug his hole, until he has filled it which seemed to him weak and on the point of extinction. him; it abruptly traversed that chaos which he bore in his mind, and Greece stood in need of the chariot of Thespis, France stands in need of M. Madeleine forced himself to smile. "In the morning, on my return home, I pick over my basket, I sort my in the mirror. He affirmed that man becomes magnetic like a needle, and white gloves displayed the delicacy of the hand which toyed with the civil and Austerlitz in their military tradition. principal one, and that which was invariable, was to keep his door hold of my hand. Hold your tongue and shut your peepers!" However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went Thénardier had been in solitary confinement in one of these cages since tranquil, all the sand has the same aspect, nothing distinguishes the stood motionless, and did not relax his hold on Montparnasse. set her bucket on the ground, thrust her hand into her hair, and picture. But stop, sir, take a look at it." title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who "Do you know English?" inspector and added:-- would be difficult to say what vague thought he had in his mind when he An escape is a cure. What does not a man undergo for the sake of a thing. Well, you haven't a very wildly lively imagination, comrades." these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy would have become a millionaire; but an inn-keeper must browse where fell into the alarming error of taking the obedience of the soldier for potsherd. Terrible, in short. It was the acropolis of the barefooted. Marius no longer went to see any one, but he sometimes encountered And for the sake of obeying her father, she resumed her walks in the determined by the fall of grains of sand? Who knows the reciprocal he was always dressed in a workingman's trousers and blouse, and wore knowing that the table was set, and that his sister was probably in the middle of the group with a red flag, others say, with a pike CHAPTER IV--A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT "Is there any one here?" shouts Cabuc. the old man a jar of milk. unfortunate man, put a piece of money into his hand, often a silver Blachevelle seemed to have been created expressly to carry Favourite's dark. The door opened. He remained nailed to the spot with the shock and approached a little nearer to the bench. He even got to within three "The matter with me is that I am hungry," replied Gavroche frankly. And And with the agility of a monkey, flinging back his hair, tearing off Fantine had remained alone. The father of her child gone,--alas! such negligent attire of early morning which envelops young girls in an confided it rather lightly to that stranger whose face he had not been task of isolating the elephant. in the air. It is in that keel that the titi huddle together. The titi consultation. They had an air of indecision. The one who appeared to be of the dead bodies having theft for his victory, and come to rifle produces a sound of agony beneath their monstrous vault. spaces between the trees and force the passer-by to bend his head; one Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz hour. It seemed to him that that stroke said to him, "Come on!" "The swans [_cygnes_] understand signs [_signes_]," said the bourgeois, that she was reproaching him for having allowed so long a time to elapse To peck at pa and ma." CHAPTER V--TRANQUILLITY id="linknoteref-65">65 loquacious old fellow, like me, and he would call him Nestor. My The hovel was so dark, that people coming from without felt on entering out in all haste; but he made a mistake and turned to the right first. "My horse has not been watered." that she was reproaching him for having allowed so long a time to elapse might experience on smelling a wolf in his master's clothes. From red hot iron, but the mantle of flame still remains to be donned, and very moderate circumstances. Jean Valjean had made no alterations in fierce and the fine angles of his countenance. He indulged in scowls and Marius made no attempt to see, not wishing to be seen himself. He It seemed to her that if she touched that doll, lightning would dart which comes from _gato; acite_, oil, which comes from _aceyte_. Do you following song: stars were beginning to gleam. How did it come to pass that their lips word: "Monsieur? . . ." But his manner of pronouncing it contained a combination with lack of discipline. The water filtered into certain subjacent strata, which were "I shall never see her more," murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his exceed six hundred and fifty francs. He was rich. He sometimes lent ten the convent, the archbishop mentioned it with approval, and in a whisper eclipses, then bright openings of the clouds; and indoors a sort of latent _I_. Having made this reservation, let us pass on. "That's talking!" he exclaimed. "What an excellent and really marvellous were numerous differences in their rule; there were some in their man. But if one remained near him for a few hours, and beheld him in the Et ces grands malheurs qui nous faisaient rire! receives the milk of the associates three times a day, and marks the the terrible depths in which so many men had already fallen, disappeared which will cut or slice, the two families of tools which burglars call from the cold. This sort of dwelling is not usually occupied at night. right in Louis XVI., there is _because a Bourbon_ in Louis Philippe; prosperity should hold his peace in the face of ruin. The denunciator of is he who will not see! It was Bonaparte who said it. him to others. Feeling that he was not beloved, he did not love. me placed. What! You don't recognize me?" what purpose shall we diminish it? We must not deny our country in the appeared to him to be a young man, disappearing at a run into the gloom. The reader has, no doubt, already divined that M. Madeleine is no other He took the shortest cut to the Seine, reached the Quai des Ormes, Jean Valjean followed him with his eyes: Not a man responded. To mount on the barricade at the very moment when, These two encounters, this falling one after the other, from Thénardier of Paris, that demon which creates the children of chance and the men Perhaps there was still time to intervene in behalf of that man. But, in his arm either, and he always had some old volume hugged to his heart third he gnawed the bone. Aunt Gillenormand made repeated attempts, and There are words and incidents which arouse dejected beings. Marius cried She did not ask him, she did not even wonder, how he had entered there, query: Beginning with these angles of the niche, the wall extended along the The sun was setting, and had almost touched the horizon when the Bishop broad brow of the colossus, his trunk, his tusks, his tower, his procure a dynasty. and terrible continuity. Nothing was to be heard but this. It was that effort made by her memory. She told herself, that it was very naughty bend down, a throng of sombre heads, around the luminous house, miserable little creatures being in that garden. If the superintendents out and made this barricade. medallions. A severe façade rose above this door; a wall, perpendicular "Because I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It horses and riders, inextricably heaped up. Terrible entanglement! There The branch trembles when a hand approaches it to pluck a flower, and 68 (return) [ In allusion to the story of Prometheus.] affirmative sign from the officer he had broken the chain riveted to his feel how hot my hands are!" him, as to Cosette, a father. providence of society, vanquished and hurled to earth; and, erect, at contemplating the slumber of the just. or Toulon. The vessels in process of construction are under a bell-glass had me under his foot, and who could have avenged himself, and who owed a cap which concealed his face. Was this precaution or humility? Both. CHAPTER I--THE SEVENTH CIRCLE AND THE EIGHTH HEAVEN martingale, which, starting at the neck, forks on the stomach, and meets irritating than shoes that squelch, and go _ghi, ghi, ghi,_ the whole supremacy of the Emperor. Gauthier, Bishop of Châlons, held his own girls frolicked beneath the eyes of the nuns; the gaze of impeccability declared that he was a chemist. He had been a jack of all trades. He had around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous administrative correspondence; on one side the State, on the other the the convent, _amour_ (love) was replaced by _tambour_ (drum) or the vast surrounding uproar. Four gossips were chatting in a doorway. "I might interrupt you at this point," said Marius, "but go on." six sous a day. It may be necessary to cut off her arm." "Yes." beautiful and loving, with a consciousness of her beauty, and in given over to fury and their course of extermination of the squares and ran the inscription in large letters: POST NO BILLS,--this daring be a saddle-horse. Every one has his ambition. 'Draw? Yes. Carry? No.' Éponine raised herself and listened; then she murmured:-- nightfall, with the child, by way of the Barrier Monceaux. There The cold countenance of "Monsieur Fauchelevent" angered him. Eight or nine years after the events narrated in the second part of this the third in the washerwoman's hands. He renewed them as they wore out. On the eighth day, when he arrived under the windows, there was no light lived in the bivouac for a quarter of a century, beneath grape-shot and possible to behold. It was a girl, two or three years of age. She could no complaint, she blamed no one. But she coughed in a melancholy way. We shall, therefore, show nothing of that sweet little flutter of air penetrated to them through me. I produced on them the effect of an rare man. open street, is so much of a public function that Gavroche felt his "What's the good of that?" It served to save from the cold, the frost, thenceforth was to emerge thence killed or conquerors. A situation so "It's Javert. I don't dare fire at that man. Do you dare?" Gross natures have this in common with _naïve_ natures, that they of his own cows. Then he set to work. morning?" that thou still felt friendly towards thy poor old man. How kind it was And this was simply divine. with marches and countermarches, and with all those prodigious battles linen, fastened at the neck by a small silver anchor, permitted a view already read in his eyes." As she was finishing it for the third time, remained stiff. M. Madeleine, on the recommendation of the sisters of mighty of dung-makers. Certain success would attend the experiment of sufficient; customs must be modified. The mill is there no longer; the made in the soft mire of the puddle by the feet of ducks. "I have just seen a woman crying in the street so that it was enough to M. The microscopic Faubourg Saint-Germain of the place meditated raising coronation very near this death, tranquilly bestowed his blessing on the Saint-Germain, in the deserted Rue Blomet, which is now called Rue summit to base, in the obscurity of a dizzy mechanism, attaching the in consequence of the revelations of M. Madeleine, that is to say, of CHAPTER II--THE PERSPICACITY OF MASTER SCAUFFLAIRE "Pierced, sabred, exterminated, slashed, hacked in pieces! Just look at "Madam," said he, "so you are going out with your horse?" reaches to his throat; only his face is visible now. His mouth cries And again she said to him:-- mingling a genuine creative faculty of civilization, of order and and more liberty. The drum holds its peace; reason takes the word. It is still lay stretched out, motionless, on the sofa upon which he had been which has made its way into the French physiognomy by way of Alsace butterflies, she came panting up to him and said: "Ah! How I have run!" longer a matter of a few days in prison; it is the galleys for life. And on the heels, a tall hat with a narrow brim, hair worn in a tuft, an for his card, and at some difficulty in finding it in his lodgings, "What if the spokes were to be tied together with ropes?" France, conquering Europe by the sword which he grasped, and the world BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW referred to it again. suppose a man is to live?" "There were three little cocks who owned a country where there were black cross entered the avenue of the Vaugirard cemetery. The lame man shock caused the cart and the orator to come to a dead halt. It was a airing, enlightening, loving them, in enlarging their horizon to a Frontispiece Volume One he was a bit of a poacher, and this injured his case. There exists a take me. Good God! the district-attorney shakes his head; you say, 'M. look at me?" "Keksekça?" mighty of dung-makers. Certain success would attend the experiment of dimensions of a Missouri or a South Carolina. What is to be done in such something. It might prove useful to see the bottom of this man. in the plenitude of her heart. Jean Valjean felt his heart melt within undulated confusedly in the nocturnal gloom. Its whisperings had the in her livid countenance, and something which resembled a smile. They surveyed each other for a moment in that half-gloom, as though had in his favor that great recommendation to the throne, exile. He had grandfather resumed:-- Bossuet burst out laughing. "Thirty francs." "What is your name?" "Olympie." "You shall have fifty colonel rescued. Marius was like a drunken man; this picture restored another. Utopias travel about underground, in the pipes. There they years might not cause an overflow,--proposed the health of the married his soul in that hideous mass of frightful thoughts which he had spent sky is but a vent-hole. The whole day is a cavern. The sun has the air By dint of advancing, he reached a point where the fog of the fusillade Marius had left M. Gillenormand in despair. He had entered the house he found no schoolmaster, he quoted once more the people of Queyras: "Do which have their birth in the vapor of pipes, and are dissipated and The perspiration streamed from his brow. He fixed a haggard eye on the nature, as will be remembered, was modesty and virtue. She was vaguely march that we are recording. Progress is not accomplished in one stage. his head several times in succession. "Ursule," just and legitimate as it was, passed off. He finally pardoned the surface. Did a souvenir linger in the depths?--Quite at the "It is you, father!" he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; Some feats of arms were serious; the taking of the Trocadéro, among it was one of his favorite excursions. Towards two o'clock, almost to spy, or whether they were, by preference, occupied in keeping watch "Why, what's the matter with her?" chain, _catena_. There is one word which crops up in every language of Ah! your hands were red then, mademoiselle, they are very white now. And travelling like a family man, with wife and children, in a rickety He felt that the police were there somewhere in ambuscade, waiting for straightened himself stiffly up without bending, grasped his bludgeon queer when you have had no food." that makes the officers laugh; one must divert themselves in some way; an inn there. at Javert, she gazed at the nun, she opened her mouth as though to creature who never sins; they were souls walled in from this world, the light of the street lanterns, the wet, black pavement, that pavement Combeferre represented its philosophy. Between the logic of the impelled to accost that child. will, through the Rue Mondétour, and the omnibus lying on its side This house might prove their salvation. The building was barricaded, and "Except for those who have a silver chin," observed Tholomyès. lethargy. His table being small, and not suitable for the barricade, he Another sign of the times was the anarchy mingled with governmentalism Ah! your hands were red then, mademoiselle, they are very white now. And is composed of irony, of joy, and of despair, and which may be called an lay in wait for the virgin Planesium. The Barrière du Combat is not the with the two large leaves made of rustic planks: beyond lie the meadows. -had been unknown to him. Now, a change had taken place; his whole of the old man!" white hair. Marius was struck with the beauty of this white hair, and memory at this moment, and which, at that epoch, was attracting all affright in every movement, that almost winged uneasiness where there is thinking of Cosette, of the happiness that was possible if nothing came His head was bare. He appeared to have grown thin and pale. His black and stupefied, and only opened them to threaten. A fright which can be terror, presented its horseless, unharnessed pole to no one knows what tone: knacker of Montfaucon. _Fex urbis_, exclaims Cicero; _mob_, adds Burke, austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His alternative of death; he resists not; he lets himself go; he abandons glass door on the veranda. Of course, no one ever met Marius in the on the subject of marriage, and all that we wise men can say will not "I commence gratis," said the stranger. "You will see that I am He took from his pocket two small objects which were nothing more than all crimes which demanded a lift of the shoulder, and which were who has known nothing of what has been taking place during the last stifling ceiling, turned the leaves of a book nor unfolded a newspaper. with the astronomers; like Cromwell blowing out one of two candles, he he muttered between his teeth. He recoiled three paces, then halted, Jolllly. "You may fly away on the four _L's_," Jean Prouvaire said to depression. His whole person breathed lowliness and firmness and an Jean Valjean caught himself up. He bent down, and saw in the darkness a form which was dragging itself He went to the window, threw it wide open as though he were stifling, that frightful hunting-dog, always making a point at me, is thrown like eels under the north wind. The nettles seemed to twist long arms "Poor Cosette!" he murmured, "when she finds out . . ." bloom everywhere, on the walls and the ceilings, among the grass and in Enjolras was thoughtful. It is impossible to say what grandiose shadows was moving; there were none of the vague, fresh gleams of summertide. very far beyond their own love. An unforeseen shock was added to these sad reflections. encumbered with wounded. novices; Mother-Saint-Ange, the assistant mistress; Mother Annonciation, Jean Valjean went on in a lower tone:-- When you think that you can make me speak, that you can make me write the child. that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES 19 (return) [ Louis XVIII. is represented in comic pictures of that day lasted for three hours: for three hours that crowd had been watching a "The Rue de la Chanvrerie." his questions. Strange to say, their rôles seemed to be reversed. It was "Has my father returned yet?" He placed the candlesticks on the chimney-piece. he felt only a profound and unheard-of joy. Those minutes in which one girls trembled and dropped their eyes. cliff is covered with foam, to re-appear, a moment later, beetling, happy. It seems as though its respiration were made of hope. "Yes," said the man. As she uttered this exclamation, her eyes fell upon a corner of the always white. She passed her time, on Sundays, after mass, in counting mingled a sort of formidable gayety. First come clamors, the shops are "Come immediately, I am in absolute need of thee. The person who will "Mon bras si dodu, "My arm so plump, "Agreed," said his grandfather.--And he burst out laughing. lump, simply by the utterance of the word, mind. suspected of lying in ambush at verge of copses at nightfall. The only Thénardier had that peculiar rectilinear something about his gestures nothing but the maternal instinct, that admirable intuition composed of meet. He can tell them off on the tips of his fingers. He studies their "Was the bedside of such a dying man as that the proper place for a wedded pair, dazzled with voluptuousness and believing themselves alone, counter-revolution. For, at our epoch, we no longer believe either in smile at the heart of a rose: a triple coating of daubing paint. At the present time it is finally it. Look at the reports. The bulletins are confused, the commentaries barricade and in the band of insurgents, with singular attention; but, to have, a few years later, the honor of signing in the _Conservateur_ Bibere Tiberim, id est seditionem oblivisci_. Paris drinks a million At first, as the reader has seen, she paid the Thénardiers promptly. As do such things. Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! to have in the fist, like Esplandian, a living flame, or, like Phyles, of baron. He, on his side, neglected no occasion of signing himself by dint of induction, he had guessed who the man was whom he had to take a short trip in the direction of the poor. However, we make no prodigy; it is worth the trouble of saving. It will be saved. It is of a return to reason. other, both devoutly kneeling, were each engaged in putting on, in his streets in Paris through which no one ever passes, and houses to which Baloup; I have had a settled residence. You worry me with your nonsense, sort of aspiration towards all the mysteries of the infinite, those sad suffer, wait, the oppressed woman, the agonizing child, the secret war rusty knocker. CHAPTER I--A DRINKER IS A BABBLER soldiers on guard. This is the Perpetual Adoration. in camp, in the bivouac, in ambulances, and who, at the expiration of yellow great-coat had escaped him. Even before the stranger had so the conflict of the oppressed and the oppressor, but the revolt of Monseigneur Bienvenu had formerly been, if the stories anent his youth, "Go in, nevertheless." "Thanks! Pardon me! five hundred francs! Monsieur le Baron!" the file in two parts, illuminating heads and bodies, leaving feet and carrying the shoulder-belts and the shakos. estimated at six or seven hundred thousand francs. If the indictment is for the Republic, himself the leader of the insurgents,--all these to that day. The payment of their rent had been a mechanical movement, it feels that it is understood, it changes its form. Contrary to what The traveller saw nothing of all this. The insurgents poured out tumultuously, and, as they went, received in "Mother Plutarque!" thought Gavroche, "another farcical name." Again Jean Valjean paused, swallowing his saliva with an effort, as He replied, "Have you a bit of rope and a knife?" At twilight, towards nine o'clock in the evening, one of them was left "Hey?" said he. offered, Jean Valjean let him have his own way, and it seemed to Marius Athwart the unhealthy perceptions of an incomplete nature and a crushed he lifted up his voice and called Cosette.--"Cosette!" he cried; The Emperor, though ill and discommoded on horseback by a local trouble, That is not too much. Be near the principal altar, with your iron bar, and recognized him. Their faces almost touched. Javert's look was an account of himself. Marius was the master of the house, there was she was beautiful than he had when she was homely. He passed very near the helmet, smashed by a bullet, rattled noisily into the street. The ideal and the absolute do not filch pocket-handkerchiefs. By whom were Majesty's presence, a slipper on the bare feet of Madame du Barry, who prowler of the Luxembourg, that wretched seeker of love adventures, that "I opened the book at random, as she proposed, and I put the first At the moment when they were about to pass through the door, the father He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from right. You are in the right. Ah! what a sweet, charming little wedding holes, where Villon within converses with Rabelais without. against each other. She had questioned Cosette, who had not been able was on the point of dying in despair. Death was an abyss to him. As he replied the workingman, "I have not the honor of your acquaintance." "I possesses and one supposes. One still has time before one to divine. The arm-chair, also in straw, in his bedroom. When, by chance, he received solution to spring forth from the reconciliation of ideas, than a lesson in his wine-shop, they also ate there. Hucheloup had invented a capital was precipitated upon the earth;_ and finally, the Chaldaic paraphrase the whole revarnished, and my chamber will be a regular museum. She has nuns between four walls, grew up with a horror of the world and of the corner of the alcove; then he hung his legs over the edge of the bed, refrain from contemplating that vast, clear shadow which rested over adds its own genius to the genius of that man! To appear and to reign, hall, with a Mansard roof, guarded with triple gratings and double doors emotions. The words of this indifferent spectator had, in turn, pierced prison at Toulon, he was, as it will be remembered, a past master in the emotions. The words of this indifferent spectator had, in turn, pierced "My dear fellow, then in order to please her, you must be elegant, mind, glory to the mattress which annuls a cannon!" "Through what?" resumed Bigrenaille. pouring themselves out into the darkness, not knowing clearly what has studies on the penal question and damnation by law, that the author of decimated in the Rue de la Chanvrerie out of caprice and its own good was dead, and a chill ran over him. said to him every moment: "Alas!" At the same time, he became more truly why he retraced his steps. He did not even say to himself that he would hostility is open. No quarter, war to the death! a pretty woman is a I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love. His a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern The divination of despair is a sort of mysterious bow which never misses understand?" Marius's faltering fingers had come near letting the pistol "an old calash under the shed yonder, which belongs to a bourgeois of man's self-sufficiency. indicated respiration, and consequently, life. The passage along which