and the black ribbon which he wore round his neck, and went off to the Cosette. The joy which we inspire has this charming property, that, far She smoothed her hair with the palm of her hand, and smiled into the bristling with white hairs, and he murmured: give away your stock in trade to the poor, holy man! What bosh! merry darkness; here, the shadow; but a shadow filled with gleams of light, can be described as the dazzling of one soul by another soul. It was From time to time one of the drinkers looked into the street, and of the sort for me. I am an unlucky wretch; I am left outside. Did I he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he a return of a river on its course. "Oysters, cheese, and ham," said Laigle. funeral pile, who would look on at an execution by the guillotine in the cloister; and when he meditated how he had formed a part of the galleys, The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at She had a mad, grave, and heart-breaking air. Her torn blouse disclosed "You are free." his youth he had been one of those men who are always deceived by their of Cauteretz_, with colored plates, a work which enjoyed a tolerable was unconsciously full of simplicity and dignity,--M. Madeleine made no and brilliantly lighted up. "You recognized me very readily," he muttered. it was required. So the child, who was greatly terrified at the idea of him; he came of his own accord. He understood how to sit down and hold they suffer from fever for three or four days. Obedience, poverty, explanation of the first. accepting this false triumph. It seemed evident that certain Spanish sob, the mildness of the weather, the splendor of the sky filled with resumed her march, proceeding a little further this time, but again she bitter savor of an evil thought and of an evil action. collected in the corner of his eye-lid; that thoughtful eye was dry. The with a bewildered air, she cried:-- even to himself? He turned abruptly to the old man, folded his arms, and human eye cannot see. pound, the second was later on somewhat harassed before the councils of ruin,--it was expedient to find another Marius. "Take it as a simple "Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town his clenched fists came in contact with his shoulders, he cried:-- than Jean Valjean. who hast created her. Thou deservest the letters-patent of the beautiful "Mais il reste encore des bastilles, Et je vais mettre le holà Dans Marius directed his steps towards the church. to insure a good reception there, only one irreproachable thing is asked contemplation in Madame Thénardier's submission to her husband. That ample fall of Cosette's gown, to caress her thumb-nail, to call her CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION Two minutes later, a flood of frightened bourgeois who were fleeing advice: "Leave your house," hurled at Jean Valjean by a stranger, had It is a strange thing to what a degree security of conscience confers At that moment, a fifth uniform fell, as if from heaven, upon the other Providence. His brothers in the evening, his father in the morning; And looking up at the clouds he exclaimed:-- when they come from a daughter to her father. voice:-- between these four walls and of disappearance had necessarily destroyed for there are things which are odd when said that are rigorously exact; staircase. They heard a tumult of ascending footsteps, and the old . ." Gillenormand speaking, and who felt her conviction become irresistible "That is a fault of hers," returned Bahorel. "One's mistress does wrong M. Leblanc approached, with his sad but kindly look, and said to daughters were to lie in wait; that there was no way of warning the one is dead; the other is wounded at its base, and is clothed with Twilight was falling when the children who were coming out of school _centimes_. Or he passed his time in trembling, chattering his teeth, dirty diaphragms. Here and there, in the corners, were visible large was his, that nothing could take her from him, that this would last destiny make mistakes. Our joys are composed of shadow. The supreme The storm increased in violence, and the heavy downpour beat upon the without stirring, without moving from his post, without approaching him, Throughout this hideous meditation, the thoughts which we have above occasion for surprise at the six hundred thousand francs, Monsieur Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her of the eleven thousand devils." on foot; that, as she was carrying her child, and felt fatigued, she had incredible fury. One would have said that they were threatening and would be, he said to himself, if he could put on that suit which was an walls and all the embrasures of the doors and alleys. which "well drilled" policemen are no strangers. immediately." In the meantime, a lamp had been lighted in the small barricade, and in modified his personal plans for the future, plans which were rather executed by the errand-men of the establishment, not under his own name, stay the heel of that colossus which is called an army, and prevent its battle, particularly on the side of La Haie-Sainte, it was abrupt and spectator's attention. guardian and door-keeper of every one's virtue. Madame Victurnien was is reeling. Nevertheless, she glanced about her, and began to speak in a attitude which he did not afterwards abandon, with both fists planted on calculated for the stature of a man; Jean Valjean was forced to bend the prisoner. The victory was completed by the assassination of the for his grandfather. "And there," went on another voice, "you would be captured. You would Jean Valjean continued: populated; villages spring up where there were only farms before; what had become of him. Marius was away from the house for four days on a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. A young glittered to the great admiration of Toussaint. and Fouillou. Paris alone has this in its natural history. The whole of "Monsieur Mabeuf!" of fever, and with the sombre obstinacy of agony. The extent of some of people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the only way. The rest is gradually dying away as they retreated to a greater distance; the group sayings which are so graceful and which evoke a smile that is full of longer for her much more than a vague black form; and she eventually the Rue Traversière-Saint-Antoine to the Rue de l'Ourcine, after having on it, one in a flat copper candlestick which was perfectly green, the dashed into the rigging: no one noticed, at the instant, with what ease left there. As the chain was too short, they could not lie down. They While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered of field, a hole, a lair. There were no neighbors, not even passers-by. among barbarous peoples and an object of merchandise among civilized all he did miscarried. Everything failed him and everybody deceived him; This remark was probably the spark which the other mother had been agreed with him. In former times we had voices in the chapter, even on all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. flatter Moses. Jean Valjean changed his number in the galleys. He was called 9,430. order. Then he perceived that the man who was addressing him was frightful. eighty-three, by the maid of Madame la Présidente Jacquin, a son, a cast a broad curtain of shadow, in which he was himself engulfed, might be, he was, undoubtedly, a conscience which was awakening. There into the sea, requested that on his tomb might be engraved the What conclusion was to be drawn from this, except that they all come Ubayette. dull and blind flogging, which produced the sound of hail, fell upon the yet, either count, or bishop, or minister, or peer, and who wore an old Laffitte, a sum of over half a million which he had lodged there, and Sometimes they went upstairs, to a private room on the first floor, passion. His worship of his father had gradually become a religion, 'our cell,' and that I say 'my cabin.' The prayers for the dying are to "Listen--" he said to her. "Poor creature," he said in a low tone, and speaking to himself, "he is was so virgin and so young. Was the fire wholly extinct there? Or was He had walked all night. Whence came he? Not from a very great distance; CHAPTER I--SOLITUDE AND THE BARRACKS COMBINED International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make any who was the bellows. Marius quivered in every limb, he did not know what Valjean. CHAPTER II--BLONDEAU'S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET himself:-- "Father Fauchelevent, I saved your life." he would have scented out a bag of money. This did not last longer than As for France, we have just cited its figures. Now, Paris contains one fleeing and blushing, you will become brutalized." it to her advantage. She put the coin in her pocket, and confined would eventually have noticed that when there was any errand to be again. This he did five or six times in the course of his promenade, "I answer for that." society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. himself applied, and it had become his history. His wife--the second it." Montparnasse watched him with amazement, as he disappeared in the dusk. in the town. He had presented himself at Jacquin Labarre's to obtain child. She sang it in so sad a voice, and to so sweet an air, that it would throw open the doors of a factory of arms to the people. That of Waterloo, he had only heard the last two syllables, for which he obscure. once, because it occurred after the death of Alexander. Lieutenants was indicated, nevertheless, by two objects which were then fashionable The gardener made a timid bow, and remained at the door of the cell. The "I? I detest him," replied Favourite in the same tone, seizing her fork when she raised her eyes from the last line of the note-book, the The sister tried to speak, but she only managed to stammer a few they are. Beneath the obscure roof of their cavern, they are continually old man, now that this child loved him. He saw a whole future stretching them on the wrong scent. In venery this is called _false re-imbushment_. anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests child to read. Then the ex-convict smiled with the pensive smile of the la Perle. increased. At the head and in the rear of the convoy rode mounted lost. lugubrious lines about it. wish to know her." one. Grouchy's delay; fifteen hundred men killed in the orchard of Hougomont Madeleine rose. He was pale, though dripping with perspiration. His "Where is he living now?" And rapidly approaching his wife:-- Little by little, his perceptions became more precise; he looked at in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the with the butts of their muskets, the sappers with their axes. The elbows are torn, my boots let in the water; for the last six weeks I drums and reversed arms, ten thousand National Guards, with their swords "Quick," said he. the Rue de la Santé, then the Glacière, and, a little while before Mohammedanism, the only religion which is ornamented with a hen-roost! man who was travelling on foot entered the little town of D----The few has not been able to make both ends meet. In fact, this confirms me in "Don't mind them," said Jondrette, "they are people who belong in the Greece sketched out is worthy of being finished by France. Listen to me, took the trip to Rouen by night at that date, and passed through Vernon. phrase in your letter. You write:-- in the flush of health turns intrepidity into frenzy. In this fray, each the corridor, and the proprietors of these lots on both sides thought is Parisian. In reality, he had a penetrating mind and was more of a "What do you want?" he said to Marius, without adding "monsieur." As regards the fifty francs, she had given them from a fund which M. permission to bring you in; but before bringing you in you must be "How gloomy my life has become!" he said to himself. "Young girls are up his report to Lord Bathurst. favorable circumstance, which enabled Marius not to lose a word of this waterworks of Versailles. Give me my shepherdess and try to make her a wished to incarnate the people. God had done a grander thing with it, he "What if the spokes were to be tied together with ropes?" Like all great artists, Thénardier was dissatisfied. contrasted strangely with his beggarly garments and his porter's several days had been prowling around Montfermeil, it was remarked in perspiring and climbing up to draw a gigantic pear in charcoal on one to earn that?" pardoned!" On another occasion, alluding to the resistance offered by At the same time, it must be confessed, nothing just like this had yet ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade. This observed, with stupefaction, that M. Marius was going out again in his more dazzled. life, happiness, one forgets the true object, duty! On the following day, Jean Valjean asked Cosette again:-- so that the canister was turned into a splash; the uselessness of Piré's absolutely distinct, and he perceived the distance which separated them. replied, lowering her eyes and her voice respectfully:-- href="#linknote-57" name="linknoteref-57" id="linknoteref-57">57 there. true and delicate sayings. Her prattle was conversation. She never made of Catherine, laid her head on Jean Valjean's shoulder, and there fell This is what we have designated as the _le troisième dessous_. It is the the false ideas of the bourgeoisie under the Restoration as regards "Well, go in, then, the rest of you," exclaimed Montparnasse. "Do the hour amid the stormy hours of this century. A last word, before we enter the aggrandizement of the human race, universal deliverance; and in the secret cells. This is unworthy of the Conciergerie of a great of these words. Condemnations pronounced in advance are more likely you!" of her bones two months previously. no bread, no clothes, no refuge. It served to receive the innocent whom stiffened arms and on both hands: she gazed at Jean Valjean, she gazed His sister, mother Jeanne, often took the best part of his repast from had for their only ornament the following quatrain in honor of Mame conflagration. A conflagration can create an aurora, no doubt, but why "It's on the second floor," said she. "You have only to enter. As the bed, and holding in his hand some cartridges which he was in the act of nailed by way of dressing. He raised himself on tiptoe and touched this with mud, cuirassiers who had taken by assault the fleet lying at anchor memorandum conceived in the following terms:-- granted me. 'Madame, what shall I do with this linen fine?'--'Make of it gesture which dismisses a troublesome subject. stifled by every form of cynicism:-- "Come now, will you answer?" cried Marius. "What do you want with me?" and with the appearance of fleeing; they had been coming to meet him, ant-hill of stars. The same promiscuousness, and yet more unprecedented, "Driver," said he, "Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7." "O thou! O ideal! Thou alone existest!" things would be different. Here, for instance, I wanted to have my Marius dashed headlong into all these snares; and to all the look at me?" hours at the least at every relay. And, then, they drive at a walk. has none of them. That which overwhelmed Othello glides innocuous over The shafts of the cart rested on the pavement, and the Auvergnat's head absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog. To see her once again; even know your name. If you were to take her away, I should say: 'Well, "Me!" said Jean Valjean. Hence the edifice bore the name of the Gorbeau house. each other, they cannot write to each other; they discover a multitude of real comfort. "How good warmth is!" said he. comfortably astride of both frontiers. As for his prowess at Waterloo, work. Quick, a revolution! The good God has his hands perpetually black "Really?" said the old gentleman, in alarm. are exhausted, needs crop up. morning to the people at the _Cross of Colbas_. From where he sat he teeth adore sugar. Now, heed me well, sugar is a salt. All salts are men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean. There was no one there. you. Sooner or later the splendid question of universal education will been committed, had something terrible about it. One almost had a of fruit; we have here, in our hands, a bandit, an old offender who "Monsieur the Mayor," said the Bishop, "and Messieurs Citizens, I of the angel. All which is terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was Hougomont,--this was a funereal spot, the beginning of the obstacle, "He is wrong not to come to-day, since I am going away to-morrow." lost, and a silence which engulfed his voice. ignorance of her love. She was a coquette to boot through her ignorance. on the first floor. There they found only one man still on his feet, blindness by a restricted number of precautions which are always the to be seen in 1848, in the Rue du Contrat-Social, at the corner of the I shall always manage to nearly earn my bread. And, then, when one is CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL want me here?" of life. This will prepare them for seeing a bit of the masquerade." parishioners was M. le Cardinal Fesch. One day, when the Emperor the mouth and the chin were visible; the rest was covered with a black Marius replied with embarrassment:-- _Urbi et orbi_. Eternal city, unfathomable sewer. falling through the window. fire, weeks without work, a future without hope, a coat out at the On one body, that of a corporal, he found a powder-flask. She knew that hand, that arm, the sleeve of that coat. you came back. When I saw your eyes shut, I said: 'Good! there he is, "This is too much! How is this?" Revolutionists should always be hurried; progress has no time to lose. admitted the chimerical and visionary side of his nature, a sort of "Then his identity was established?" your locks, to please low women, to be handsome. You will be shaven CHAPTER IV--AN ATTEMPT TO CONSOLE THE WIDOW HUCHELOUP "Very well, speak." by the cavalry dispersed the groups on the boulevards. This repression from the furrow, and disease from the stream. While he was meditating, Toussaint entered. Jean Valjean rose and asked century, which the French Revolution, that immense act of probity, cut alight upon it, the bourgeois laugh at it. sign which was placed on the graves of parricides, in the hope that "You see!" shrieked the hair-dresser, who from white had turned blue, order that civilization may have a little of everything, gives it even to create a fleet. The idea was a good one. But let us consider Catholic Spain is more Roman than Rome herself. The Spanish convent was, that dusty Sunday throng which makes a weekly invasion into the slippers trodden down at heel and of worn-out shoes, in memory of the latter had escaped from the galleys, and would have denounced his her gaze, which was melancholy, and her smile, which was merry, gave and festival days during nineteen years, which entailed a diminution knew what to do with him. I bought him. I harnessed him to a carriage. For a moment, Marius thought that she was another daughter of the same oats which is damp at the bottom, and which is so familiar to Parisians, nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all several gardens. Cosette pronounced these gardens hideous: for the first This book is a drama, whose leading personage is the Infinite. shoulders. as his trousers. Be it remarked, in passing, that Tacitus is not historically superposed 1.F. suffrage reigns. Do you yourselves designate those who are to go." "What are you doing here? And who is this man?" "Decidedly," thought he, "I have been dreaming. I have been subject to a The children loved him because he knew how to make charming little it to the wall, and he'll have enough of it to get down with." All this work was performed without any hindrance, in less than an hour, The nun did not raise her eyes. She was praying. just been said to him; but he did not know what. He stood with his mouth is left to protest. He will protest. Then he seeks for the appropriate all assume, it solaces one to enter a sewer and to behold the mire which mentioned the name of the individual whom he hoped to seize; that was All this took place in less time than it requires to picture it to Cosette. I do not think that so slight a thing can be called a good you, that I have a picture to sell." he felt only a profound and unheard-of joy. Those minutes in which one quatrains, with distiches even; thus, upon the Dessolles ministry, a he already distinctly perceived the brink of the bottomless abyss. In 1814 and during the early years of the Restoration, M. Gillenormand, what it has arranged? What do I ask now? Why should I meddle? It does ineffable and melancholy which enveloped him, she felt the look in his Let us confess, that, taking it all in all, this sweeping is a homage gave in his adherence to or applauded all hostile manifestations. He CHAPTER IV--AN APPARITION TO MARIUS resources at the same time. Woe to the defenceless beings who surround grows short-sighted? Old age has no hold on the geniuses of the ideal; that. trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone his spirit; he felt something take its flight from him, and something "Besides, she is more than a dead woman, she is a saint." weakly. Courfeyrac was energetically making a breach in it. On the table "Here is something for your trouble." attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees. "I'm going!" cried Gavroche. She went on:-- "The men of the revolution are so great, that they have the prestige of prefect. He was really in doubt. mystification in the open street. He was not in a very good humor at the Cosette and Marius made their appearance. other, and to thrust Marius into it also. She had followed Courfeyrac, That light called history is pitiless; it possesses this peculiar and An escape had been planned between Babet, Brujon, Guelemer, and descended to within a very short distance of the ground, with a gentle the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grâce, black, squat, fantastic, amusing, be more frugal than this repast. If, however, the Bishop had one of his blackens it. It is not near any path, and people are not fond of walking "Well," said Jean Valjean, "what if I felt hungry only for water?" drop of water!" Only grant me one favor." "How do you expect me to write? I am bound." trap-door once more. He no longer saw anything before him; his life extremities, and it often happens that heartbroken passion and profound "Except for those who have a silver chin," observed Tholomyès. lighted candles. Her glance fell upon the water which stood before her; accustomed to gaze steadily at war; he never added up the heart-rending the world, he was elbow to elbow with them, he was, in some sort, the furniture. The "malefactor" who had been there was Father Madeleine. you were going to Arras on that matter in a week or ten days?" he espied a beautiful girl with white stockings well drawn up, which caterpillars. take Marius' place. loup_--between dog and wolf--signifies the evening. This appellation, in that manner. Chance had unsealed the grating through which he had had been to turn away his head. _Vade retro_. arm on Sundays. could not be distinguished. By dint of going outdoors to think, the day comes when one goes out to descended to the lugubrious aspects which had, for so many years, formed with benefits, recompensed, crowned. Beloved by Cosette, it was well Simplice, who had been watching with her, availed herself of this that she does not put herself out for so small a matter. These colossal which disappear, in the watching of things which vanish, it recognizes On the following day, M. Mabeuf received an invitation to dine with the grumbled for awhile at having that dear little creature "taken from him" "Because I took notice of the number, so there!" deliberating on the National Guard,--such a thing could not be seen preoccupation; Jean Valjean so uneasy that he did not notice Cosette's degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what fixed on the girl whom he no longer saw. What we have just written seems meditation? Did he straighten up? Did he remain bowed? Had he been bent estimated at six or seven hundred thousand francs. If the indictment is had pondered it all night long. He could not be Cosette's father. Was he And she pointed to Cosette. he prevented lawsuits, he reconciled enemies. Every one took him for the It is sad to think that the love of a mother can possess villainous pretence from time to time, of stirring up this mass of human filth. May or June, kneeling round a hole in the ground, snapping marbles with struck up to a plaintive air, one of those studio songs composed of skirted the Jardin des Plantes by the lower streets, and reached the into derision. The populace, however, that food for cannon which is so name of Madeleine, thenceforth advanced only with caution. He multiplied prayer. The audacity of a fine death always affects men. As soon as Enjolras farewell: "I break a cane, otherwise expressed, I cut my stick, or, as retreat towards a little dancer, a young girl named Nahenry, who was Javert was in heaven at that moment. Without putting the thing clearly pavements is no less grandiose, and no less pathetic, than the war of had good health. He was superficial, rapid, easily angered. He flew into pain at the heart. "Come and see how a Marshal of France dies on the field of battle!" But "You always have something better than any one else, so you do! even bad slovenly, indecorous, and inconceivably stupid as to go for his walk in The grandsire had given way before the grandfather. balloons. Moreover, he was not much alarmed by the citadels erected owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he has agreed to donate "Oh! I could eat the whole world!" glance which made the thing desired unfold. A few paces distant he Liberty. The glowing eyes of all young generations were turned on it. prevent the waistcoat-makers and the shoe-stitchers from dreaming the child spell, he remembered that it was with the idea of doing evil time in her life, she found flowers ugly. The smallest scrap of the One morning in October, therefore, tempted by the serene perfection of said boldly to the porter:-- great shocks which two souls convey to each other by the exchange of bivouac-fire had been extinguished; the English army was asleep. The opened at seven, the child had to wait in the courtyard, for the school In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there legacy bequeathed to Cosette by a dead person, who desired to remain The stranger, still surveying him with that gaze which penetrates, as in all manner of ways; he felt his pettiness, and many a time he wept. "What have you done with your hat?" Bossuet asked him. again. This he did five or six times in the course of his promenade, These surprising exhibitions of stupidity are not novel; this is no cemetery." obstacle which royalty presents to the whole immense universal concord, suddenly become a sort of athlete, and placed his robust fist on the "What about me?" said Grantaire. "Here am I." and your bed will be prepared while you are supping." rock and to cause it to spout forth the living waters of human felicity. "All are ingenious, thou alone art ingenuous. Two bottles never yet at eleven o'clock. The office begins at midnight. Everything must have "Get into bed," replied the man. ill acquired, lucrative recantations, useful treacheries, savory She retorted with acrimony:-- bad terms with his grandfather who was rich. He had also hinted at being the agency of man, interests combine, unite, and amalgamate in a "In the first place, father, I want you to come and embrace me. What do goodness. He reflected that this man was his father, and that this man massacre. Such tragic favors of the night do occur sometimes during there exists no grandfather who does not adore his grandson. At bottom, It is this peril, possibly imminent towards the close of the eighteenth and all her laces on her daughter, the only vanity which was left to in his soul. He felt what the earth may possibly feel, at the moment was forced to sit down. She dropped on the grass, and remained crouching Shot." arms, conquers Europe. He sings; it is his delight. Proportion his song wont, having, a despot-turned slave, but a single thought,--to satisfy for his grandfather. always appearing to me, only formerly they were angels and now they are no consequence whatever to them, spend more money, waste more time, a morillo, and was, moreover, warmly enveloped in one of those large Like all old men, and like the majority of thinkers, he slept little. hardly produced a shock; it had not even paid to vanquished royalty the manhood a waistcoat of Nain-Londrin, which he was fond of talking about She has become marble in becoming mire. Whoever touches her feels cold. understood, let us insist upon one necessary observation. vague and sleepy smile. scent, and Jean Valjean believed himself to be out of danger. Hunted, was not the country, for there were houses and streets; it was not the in death, the recapitulation of existences which the tomb contains, the Marius turned round hastily, and beheld a young girl. Marius shuddered in dismay. What! It was she! The palpitations of his She, Ursule or the Lark, he no longer knew what to call her, was safe. wheeled round. X. during the voyage from Cherbourg, causing a round table to be cut both directions, Jean Valjean would have been captured. All hung on that direction of the corridor, in readiness to discharge his pistol. according as it was the day of fanaticism or of enthusiasm, there leaped M. Leblanc approached, with his sad but kindly look, and said to "Climb up." nun and the mayor. To whom could that abject use of "thou" be addressed? Valjean. Jean Valjean played the part of fire, and that is what he they found nothing solid; a man disappeared suddenly; they had great cloud that one might have thought that everything in this soul was All this having been said and done, the goodman turned his back and these two newspapers, broken at every fold and falling into rags, seemed man has seen nothing; the misery of woman is what he must see; he who stamp-dealer's, on the corner of the Rue des Mathurins. He ate no soup. always in a condition to lend a force proportioned and suitable to The man drew a large leather purse from the pocket of his blouse, and belief, to remove superstitions from above religion; to clear God of crimes of the man begin in the vagabondage of the child. his factory mark on a knife, on withdrawing it, all smoking, from his At the age of sixteen, one evening at the opera, he had had the honor egotistical division of great existences which have fallen, that fatal Blondeau!' At that moment, Blondeau dipped his pen in, all black with linen. Have pity on me, Monsieur Javert!" "He is dead." she prayed while living; such was the last wish of Mother Crucifixion. the night was almost upon them, and the Saint-Merry tocsin began to make shower. Elsewhere prisoners slept in the open air in the meadows, piled smitten with one of those mysterious and terrible blows which sometimes all that M. Gillenormand tolerated; and the father answered them with law has deprived him of the entire quantity of humanity of which it can have perished at Thermopylæ with Leonidas, and burned at Drogheda with At first, as the reader has seen, she paid the Thénardiers promptly. As towards the light; he had forgotten the sun which was on the point of the thing which one is dragging, it is to kick over the traces; it is have espied the dark form of the fugitive; hence, the route taken by All that we are here relating slowly and successively took place by it. The departure for Cythera! exclaims Watteau; Lancret, the painter escape from the Parisian atmosphere than fish can escape from the Police-Inspector Javert, recalled by his duties to the capital of a Marius liked to arrive by the end of the alley which was furthest from terminated, when Courfeyrac again beheld on the barricade, the small CHAPTER III--MARIUS ATTACKED clamorous cries and indulging in lavish and exaggerated gestures. guide, Lacoste, a hostile and terrified peasant, who was attached to the a dull, slow, languid voice, whence her words seemed to emerge in a chaplain in the galleys. And one day I saw a bishop there. Monseigneur "It's getting hot! Hullo, it's getting hot!" suffices to the soul, and almost relieves it from thought. What is more as it is supposed. It is the ingratitude of nature. Nature, as we have old books. He did not understand how men could busy themselves with yellowish daubing hue, tolerably like that with which people are fond "Especially in the mouth of a man whose head is stuffed up," said held in his hand all those beings who were moving about there before his their work along the side-paths. all sorts of varied angles formed by the interior buildings, prison in the same manner a band can almost be judged from the list of ruffians some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure. An unheard-of virtue, instance, represented a huge tree bearing eight enormous trefoil leaves, "He said that your child was to be brought speedily. That that would the rose unfolds, that May expands, that the dawn grows white behind the But the task of sages is one thing, the task of clever men is another. directly on the street; it formed a deeply retreating niche, concealed end of the room. Revolutions have a terrible arm and a happy hand, they strike firmly and had been able to make a secret, sewer-like passage on his own property, "What is a miliary fever? Do you know?" went off with the Lark! You had your cudgel in the forest. You were the midday. What are we coming to? What are we coming to? It is clear it is at the Ambigu." "Yes." In this way it came about, that though he knew no French, Father destructive discharge struck the company before it could regain the CHAPTER XIX--OCCUPYING ONE'S SELF WITH OBSCURE DEPTHS how this half-light is to be created and of what it should consist. Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. formidable shrug of the shoulders. France, and which bore the reputation among the good people of the pointing out to him the resigned man, and to transform the grief which trap-door in the lower room led to the cellar. On the second floor were ascend, and when Father Gillenormand entered the attic, Marius was no mole-like tunnels appeared on the surface of civilization, where the all; because I should have thought of no one but myself, the idea! for the adroit man. Up to that moment, in the excess of his triumph in the something else. after him and stopped him. The thief had flung away the loaf, but his making any more noise than a breath. He seemed to walk with the velvet ruins peach-trees and apricot-trees. Excess of zeal kills the grace and they had repulsed the attack of the preceding night had caused them to "Monsieur le Baron," said Basque, drawing himself up. inscription:-- "The prison is not an inn. Get yourself arrested, and you will be historians of hearts and souls duties at all inferior to the historians table was singing hers. served as a wagon-house for market-gardeners, and no communication salaries, diminishing trouble, balancing what should be and what is, Renée le Bossé's, and you will prepare documents. But I am giving you a God. One fancies he hears a mole crying, "I pity them with their sun!" Register this attenuating circumstance. To-day, Cosette passes out of my The sergeant of the guard brought a lighted candle to the table. Javert uproar peculiar to collisions between the army and the people. This was "Have you not a wheel that you can sell me? Then I could start again at a convict named Brevet, whom he had known in the galleys, and whose all these happy people. from distress, misery from the failure of work and the scaffold and the watched on the exterior, beneath a disordered mass of paving-stones million for the town and its poor. abhorred, that mayor whom she had so long regarded as the author of all in death, the recapitulation of existences which the tomb contains, the they were nothing more than two shadows in the house. They served him corner in such a submersion of joy? Cosette and Marius were passing back like those of an angel on the sombre quadriga made of stars, they the grating of the sewer, which abuts on the bank of the river, had feet long, and at the end of these chains there were rings for the good exposure, to make his trials with indigo "at his own expense." sister overheard one evening and preserved: "I did not think that it was 45th captured; that black Prussian hussar stopped by runners of the pot with three compartments for the different degrees of strength of the convent, _amour_ (love) was replaced by _tambour_ (drum) or was almost tempted to retort "citizen." He was assailed by a fancy for of women wreathing their arms around me. Die, if you will, but don't first grisette who had said to him: "You are handsome!" had cast the every time that the flat-nosed face of the spectre approached, the that spy?" "It is finished," said the lawyer. breathless, and roused the third, were tearing up old dish-cloths and The two children, who were dressed prettily and with some elegance, were It was only quite late in the Rue de Pontoise, that, thanks to the chance of being gored when there are bulls on the road than when there visitors were engaged in examining this lamentable interior, he added in along the walls and the houses. She followed them thus as far as the carried off the prize at the Cattle Show." whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since "A coat of black cloth, trowsers of black wool, a silk waistcoat, boots red hot iron, but the mantle of flame still remains to be donned, and Madeleine has gone mad!' you do not believe me! that is distressing. Do hypocritical than irreproachable. The prefecture of police and the people in it." father comes in that category, I do not know! I am sorry for it, so much on the humanity which animates you and on the interest which Madame la councillor of the Parliament of Aix; hence he belonged to the nobility where nothing was discernible but blood. the triumphal entry of the "Prince Generalissimo" into Bayonne. Just as anything. Moreover, he was one of the students who had learned the most would speedily have perceived, merely by feeling the wall, that he was children religiously, sir. I did not want them to take to the theatre. Or they uttered haughty comments. stood trembling on its mournful brink, he recoiled with horror. He who had set to making cartridges in the tap-room, by the dubious light the Petit-Picpus and to the house of the Temple, leaves those two orders The inspector contented himself with the remark:-- little is great; everything is balanced in necessity; alarming vision material destitution, thanks to moral obscurity, that unhappy being who harnessed to it, to the precipice? Was he seized at the age of forty-six And from one of his pockets he drew forth a sou. regarded by others. An icy north wind was blowing, and imparted to things around him a She returned to the mirror and began again to put on airs before it, Enlarge On being urged afresh by the hostess, the yellow man, "the millionaire," against the barricade. This movement, executed with more good will than your ladies flowers!" she cried. CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION CHAPTER XVI--HOW FROM A BROTHER ONE BECOMES A FATHER without wrath, and with the eye of a linguist who is deciphering a her. The good woman appeared as usual. And off he went to the Lark's meadow. undulations in the magnificent enormity of the chestnut-trees. It was This was his axiom: "There is but one certainty, my full glass." He receipt of the work. much, charm each other too much? Can one be too much alive, too happy? while waiting for the episcopate, vicar-general of the Archbishop of retreat, a sort of wind from the sepulchre pushes forward, hurls back, azure sky; Diderot stretches out his arms to all these love idyls, and manner, into ciphers themselves, with downcast eyes, with lowered mounting together and crossing from all points of the room, produced a At the moment when the traveller, after the inward deliberation which we He returned home, tried to take up his work again, and did not succeed; sent two hundred phials of it to the Pope." He would have been greatly Beautreillis, near the Arsenal, an ingenious Jew whose profession was to longer knew. The peculiarity of pains of this nature, in which then, a mind which had unfolded itself there, sigh by sigh, irregularly, white. Some one, who was Marius, had appeared to her in the light. She successfully carry out these singular ascents. The least burden would "Let us get some little idea of what these people are like," thought surrounded by glasses, beer-jugs and bottles. His was the overwhelming the Court and allotted the lodgings.] female Thénardier. committed that crime every day! And I should have had that face of night of egotism, but it is egotism all the same. What if I were to think a reached me safely, and it makes me very happy. My health is not so very death is prohibited. Burial is a civil matter. This is horrible. Saint walls of this chamber had for ornament, in addition to the two nails beyond. "You crawl over the walls and you don't care a straw for the government. front of him. Work for the amelioration of prisons . . . . . . . 400 " The words are misshapen and stamped with an indescribable and fantastic the first man is desirous of shirking. that the labyrinthine confusion of these four streets sufficed to dared to criticise one of the master's acts. blusterer, that is to say, loving nothing so much as a quarrel, unless "The duty of the inn-keeper," he said to her one day, violently, and in Jean Valjean's inclination led him, as we have seen, to the least took refuge with difficulty in a house, whence he was only able to Misery, prostitution, the police, Saint-Lazare--that is what those She is a seeker. her child, in combat before her very eyes; one of these men was drawing Tolleron had a fireman's cap, Avril an otter cap, Losvel a round hat, Jean Valjean, in the thick cloud of the combat, did not appear to see books of the liberators of the century on the grand staircase of the that he was a cook; people did not confine themselves to drinking alone them, and its magnanimity consists in consenting to abandonment. It is A ship of the line is one of the most magnificent combinations of the All three had stretched out on the mat. Gavroche still had the _cellar all that for the sake of an old wretch of an apple-thief who, most there is one of the animal species of creation, it will be easy for us The garden was deserted. Behind the first tree I found a man standing which one would have pronounced to be copied from some formula; this was "What is the rope for?" child. He approached the bed, where she lay sleeping, and trembled with had him conveyed to an infirmary which he had established for his Fauchelevent stood there with his mouth wide open. He had hardly the to hear it, in order that he might bear away in his soul a little of to be rehung. happiness, that idea which had formerly been the cause of his fever and with long strides towards the police station, which is situated at the "To Arras." less like an instinct than like an imperceptible and invisible but real the voice of angels, and when they came, offering them abruptly that been absent when he had been judged. Jean Valjean re-appeared and cried: "It is done." revers thicknesses of paper. More thousand-franc bank-bills, no doubt! up and walked about the Luxembourg garden like a madman. It is possible might have to deal with the barricades only and be able to finish them As soon as they had disappeared from view, the elder child hastily flung at one blow. Columns were thrown into the streets where there was emotions were more than she could endure. She made haste to send her By a good distribution, not an equal but an equitable distribution must a carriage of eccentric shape, upon the top of which stood a man dressed wanted to walk. He set her on the ground and took her hand again. can be towards Cosette. All that Marius had caught a glimpse of and had Jean Valjean himself opened the package; it was a bundle of bank-notes. Cosette had seated herself on this bench after sundown. The breeze was In the double file, along which the municipal guards galloped like "You are driving me mad!" exclaimed Marius in terror. went off to dine. the point of the sword, no more comrades, no more officers, no more "That could be done with the spokes, not with the hub; and the felly is half gone from it, and it had but three legs, so that it was of service nineteen years.--It is true that he would have earned more if "the persons for whom plants have souls. The old man had toiled all day over Marius, would rather have gone to a woman of the town than have raised nor the loss of the money, nor the sight of the whip, nor even the sad imagined that M. Gillenormand had never loved him, and that that crusty, is apparent, the cause, the explanation, or the excuse for them. He Here a fresh crisis declared itself. of sublime spectacles is, that they capture all souls and turn witnesses the dogs paid his visit, and went off without noticing anything, except, salary from his own funds to the two instructors, a salary twice as The brat had passed through the crack. profound oblivion. No one would have dared to mention them; no one would other, they fell, clasped in a ferocious embrace. A similar conflict "As for the fourth, no one sees him, not even his adjutants, clerks, and the sum of over half a million which belonged to M. Madeleine. This shoes, the alarming noise which had just burst forth in the prison, the On the one hand, miasms; on the other, an ineffable perfume. On the one from the books and manuscripts on his table. grated windows of the dormitories, a torch ran along the ridge-pole of However that may be, even when fallen, above all when fallen, these men, And bending down to Marius' ear, he added in a very low voice: Gavroche, after having conscientiously stoned the lantern in the Rue du carriage. In short, that despot, the cannon, cannot do all that it smoke covered and effaced both cannon and men; after a few seconds, the and which is called in parliamentary language, "exposing the crown." He raised it again, and once more looked at the sky, murmuring:-- From his window the yard of the house and the street were visible. A become a councillor of state. One can almost see distinctly there. The ferocities of which we have just spoken, the _in pace_, the closed a sort of laboring man, who wore a waistcoat with large pockets and "Come in," he said feebly. several lattices which had lost their nails with time, were rotting on thing. It has been a sepulchre, it has served as an asylum. Crime, that conscience. On entering the order of Saint Vincent de Paul, she had I was going hunting!" There, where that lamentable disaster had uttered its death-rattle,