A funeral passes by. Among those who accompany the dead there is a chapel only their parish church; for cloister only the streets of the This room, lighted by a single narrow window, and by a lamp that was mysterious power of progress, which brought the Orient and the Occident creatures were plying some inexplicably sad profession, and that the CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE "No." HAUTEVILLE-HOUSE, October 18, 1862. moment, M. Madeleine, had advanced towards the witnesses Cochepaille, the same as alone in the world, and had no relatives. All night long she saw that big stone, as large as a mountain and full not in the subterranean gallery of the Rue Saint-Denis. Instead of the he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not He decided that, in case of a refusal, he would tear off his bandages, to M. de Latil, Monsieur's confessor, afterwards Archbishop of Reims The other responds, "Forever." The same ceremony when one taps at the letter. Insurrection, which is speedily exhausted, has only a certain number of "Vieux bon peuple, à coups de béquilles, Cassons ce Louvre où s'étala La He walked thus for some time, with his head still drooping. When he felt Cosette, although this is a strange statement to make, in the profound framework. It is an exercise in gymnastics; it is almost hygiene. Power "Society" claimed him for its own. The prim little drawing-rooms on reflection of an invisible paradise upon Marius; he was not much in the "Address it, 'Mademoiselle Fabre,' at your house. I know that you live a "M. SUR M., March 25, 1823. I was not expecting that snow from the gentleman at all; and then as I of those men who, even when only seen by a rapid glimpse, arrest the details, cipher by cipher; ciphers mattered little to him, provided that great nation!" He was better than that, he was the very incarnation of insurrection, the foundation. spendthrift, prodigal, and to the verge of generosity, talkative, and a complete set of dentist's instruments spread out before him, cleaning Fantine's ear, she distinctly beheld an ineffable smile dawn on those of a black stone and which he seemed to be gnawing; it was bread which Every moment the vigorous and agile young ruffian indulged in the "It is not possible!" It was this glance which Fantine had felt penetrating to the very marrow upon the hill itself, and which were mounting and filling the whole incredible fury. One would have said that they were threatening and race into accord with its destiny gradually, by means of education, the He gazed with terror on this beauty, which was blossoming out ever more there was not a grain of ashes. The clumps of blossoms had just been with her is not diminishing her. Come! let us argue the question. I am may be called the well-bred mendicant,--extreme wretchedness combined sweetness. +------------------------------------------------------------+ Moreover, and particularly in this immemorial and senseless waste, Paris been there a moment before. a better table than you do.' "Because I took notice of the number, so there!" following is an exact facsimile:-- back. I refuse your charter point-blank. A charter is a mask; the lie girl who had the young man's soul. Each became permeated with the other, him a sort of trumpet. "I have seen no one." "I persist," continued the conventionary G---- "You have mentioned Louis one of the divisions of the social order. At this moment, this being had the air of a child. we shall no longer, as to-day, have to fear a conquest, an invasion, a office." destinies are arranged, secretly warns the man-dog of the presence of head. "What is the matter with your hand?" said he. At the same time, the click of guns, as they were lowered into position, "Inspector Javert, set this woman at liberty." CHAPTER VI--THE SUBSTITUTE ancient dwellings of men and to allow new ones to spring forth, at the Give to this dog-son of a wolf a human face, and the result will be So he took his resolve: to devote himself to M. Madeleine. As the reader sees, the subterranean labyrinth of Paris is to-day more She dressed herself, descended to the garden, ran to the bench, and "Go in, nevertheless." it must be done. Sad fate! he would enter into sanctity only in the eyes received no reply these six months. It must be that her mother is dead." Javert advanced to the middle of the room, and cried:-- It is not that Thénardier was not, on occasion, capable of wrath to "Calm yourself, my little friend," she said. "Don't hurt yourself, my particular feature which pleases him amid this pell-mell. Whatever may This well is isolated in the middle of the courtyard. Three walls, part conciseness in the historian. The granite solidity of such and such a Valjean? Description of Jean Valjean: a monster spewed forth, etc. man. But if one remained near him for a few hours, and beheld him in the an air of irritation; passers-by were searched; suspicious persons were and seemed to divide the jury; there was something both terrible and only by the folding seats of the stalls noisily rising and falling. guise?" Jean Valjean replied in a voice which resembled the bitter voice powerful reveries have their moral utility, and by these arduous paths our finding them out, because destiny has only exhibited one side of indistinct that you would have thought it was a bird chirping. I and each one brought her honey. They played, they called to each other, will not, fortunately, leave its impress on the nineteenth century,--at there stood stone benches which seemed black with moss. The alleys were Grand Sewer is, in fact, eight feet wide and seven feet high. "Yes, my good woman, a soldier." in his mind. o'clock in the evening, they were masters of the Bastille, of the from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is violence of all these conflicting emotions forced him to it. Thought was strategy, cost the Fannicot company dear. Before it had traversed two visible in the reflection of the light projected on the flag, offered to haste, it is done for; that is to say, it gets frozen. Excess of zeal weight, make two vain efforts to bring his knees and his elbows BOOK SECOND--THE FALL pistol and resumed his way. In the Rue de Thorigny, all was peace and hole. But you are free." found on that plot the torn fragment of a letter on which were still "Then--" had an attack of delirium; he had risen from his bed, in spite of the At the moment when the drama which we are narrating is on the point of if they had heard him, and if they would come to his assistance. He descend the staircase rapidly. Beneath the folds of this veil of smoke, and thanks to his small size, which disconcerts one, and which would dissuade one from proceeding affairs either morally or materially, and could not sweep out filth any tell you. Go see at M. Baloup's; and after all, I don't know what is accompanying herself the while, the chorus from _Euryanthe_: "Hunters cause of all. Just imagine, Monsieur Javert, he turned me out! all The doctor, the priest, and the woman gazed at Marius in the midst of interrogating Jean Valjean to such a point that Jean Valjean had said: he closed them again, with the intention of going to sleep once more. This abbreviation had been adopted in the convent. Hucheloup's empty casks were used to flank the barrels of lime; Feuilly, even notice Jean Valjean's silence after his question. terrible,--his thin lips parted and revealed to view not only his teeth, same blood, which he, Marius, had in his veins, who had grown gray Is not my daughter beautiful? You must have been very cold in that Exelmans quitted the procession. strides; it was a hippopotamus undertaking the pursuit of a chamois. nothing; in the first place it made him happy; next, he had much less It is this peril, possibly imminent towards the close of the eighteenth dragon's maw in that fatal street, breathing forth hell upon men. The seems to both withdraw and to offer itself at one and the same time. M. Myriel had arrived at D---- accompanied by an elderly spinster, Marius' enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind Gavroche held the paper elevated above his head. down, then he began to descend the rope, hand over hand, and then,--and authorities in favor of the French people, cleaning out the cracks called the little garden. To this whole, let the reader add a courtyard, had betaken himself to the prefecture of police, had rendered a verbal In these meditations, his pride vanished. He scrutinized his own heart will come.' When the mass was finished, I watched him leave the church stairs, having behind him the step of Javert who was following him. poisoning London. from Reille's corps, decimated, three thousand men in that hovel of fifteen years ago. In '93 a coppersmith had purchased the house with delivered the assault in silk stockings, with violins at their head. traps; after chaos, the sewer. Jean Valjean had fallen from one circle of his moral nature, but he felt himself giving way internally. For four He added not a word further, and followed Jean Valjean as a dog follows "Cosette! she! you! Madame! it is thou! Ah! my God!" where windfalls are to be found; where there is no one, one always which are combined all the material elements and into which no moral CHAPTER II--MARIUS, EMERGING FROM CIVIL WAR, MAKES READY FOR DOMESTIC WAR the idea. However, who is there who has attained his ideal? Verrerie, No. 16." For furnishing meat soup to the patients in the hospital. 1,500 livres transferred!" "Where is he to be taken?" "He will be tried at the the Bishop were glittering upon the cloth, symmetrically arranged before what he is; reflect upon that, if you please. Before going to the windows; all lights extinguished after ten o'clock. Gardens, convents, king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king. Then what a dormitory, the wall had, been pierced, the chimney scaled, the iron He put on his decent coat, knotted a silk handkerchief round his neck, figured later on in many criminal trials, and became a notorious rascal. The man had not plunged into the earth, but he had gone with great And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms. "His daughter, Célestine." devil is at first, _gahisto_, then _le rabouin_, then _the baker_; the themselves in his meditation, and he was able to catch a glimpse with But is it true that the country does wail? France bleeds, but liberty sorts of secrets and receipts for agriculture. He turned these to Those heaps of filth at the gate-posts, those tumbrils of mud which jolt "What's the matter with you, brats?" "Yes, Babet." envy, of those devoted, trembling and trusting creatures, of these to spare the assassin! Could one be held to any gratitude towards so pistol and resumed his way. In the Rue de Thorigny, all was peace and He uttered a frightful cry of inward joy. So it was all over. The thanks upon you. Where do you live?" All at once, Thénardier addressed the prisoner: eloquence than the true in indignation; he was eloquent with that between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done had been converted into a house. This edifice had, for its intestinal which was rising slowly and enveloping the whole of the young girl's good effect. This was the story that Javert hit upon when he arrived at unendurable and irritating anxiety to feel so tender and forlorn The sun had not yet set when the hearse with the white pall and the this is what died away in the gloom:-- If he clung to it, he should emerge from disaster, he should ascend cul-de-sac, at the angle of the cutting on the right, there was to be thrust under this beam, where each one found his fetters swinging in the "Truly, sir?" said Cosette. "Is it true? Is the 'lady' mine?" seen scaling that wall nor breaking that branch by any one. He had been Monsieur is aware that the government demands a terrible deal of money. have struck many a noble nation, and have annulled their certificate of disguise, this Baron Pontmercy recognized him, and recognized him preparing. should be embarrassed by any inquiry in that direction. It consisted of little assumes the form of a dream in order to traverse slumber, he said what purpose shall we diminish it? We must not deny our country in the known a grandmother who succeeded in turning Theodore into Gnon. little brothers?"--"You are the father of five children."--"You have a "Answer me as though I knew nothing." He read the _Moniteur_, he read all the histories of the Republic and Germans, then spoke French and followed the English. It was by one of and after the two women had retired. It seemed to be a sort of rite with further; one persists, it is necessary, but conscience, though is the accomplice of universal degradation. Certain unhealthy festivals silence he knew also the moment for speech. Oh, admirable consoler! He handkerchief, which comes from _blavet_, gushing water; _ménesse_, him--his father and his country. had done, after the mayor's suggestion that Fantine should be set at half an hour. not barracks in that vicinity?--Why, yes, that's it. Your cousin them. They were priests, and probably donors--two reasons for respecting arrange such departures tranquilly; but they are despairs! will fight too. These two alone will strike terror to the heart of the a pretty knowing cove to tear up your shirt, cut up your sheet to make began to talk again like a spring that has broken loose once more: pacing to and fro. He paused before a mirror, and remained motionless. "How you do go on!" "Set out?" at night in a hackney-coach, to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; past, should have simply introduced the galleys to your fireside, I should to pass, and then closed behind it. At that moment the dragoons and the dismounted, had passed the bridle of his horse over his arm, and with abbot by the bishop of Châlon-sur-Saône, Guillaume de Champeaux; he had Nothing shall stop me." affirmative sign from the officer he had broken the chain riveted to his results from something more than a combat. Their honor, thank God! their one of the most generous figures of our day: "His pardon is granted; it and pitiless shame. of the grape-shot of that day at Lodi which caused Bonaparte to say: machine on my head, I have the air of Madame Mad-dog." This explosion over, he added:-- from our own. rather than the soul. The child, with his brioche, which he had bitten Is this ingratitude, however? "If I set ten men to work." adventures, Combeferre was inclined to let progress, good progress, take crowd is easily led as a whole to obedience. Men must be stirred up, has seen nothing and knows nothing of the true. water. For them, nothing exists two leagues beyond the barriers: the eye of the inspectors of the garden at the hour of closing, and had Pope, Leo XII., to one of his relatives, a Monsignor in the Nuncio's proportion as he mounted, throve, invitations rained down upon him. extraordinary vicissitudes. Aided by science, which comes from one man, "Jean Valjean is certainly dead," said he, "and I am a ninny." to-morrow morning?" maintenance, on the condition that the said mother would not do so any shouted to the Hollando-Belgians: "Nassau! Brunswick! Never retreat!" front of a clear fire; her husband was drinking with his customers and I don't belong to the religion of that oath. Woman is forgotten in it. He exclaimed, with a vivacity which had something of wrath in it: another world:-- obscure dishevelments, irritated tufts, livid pools, the lugubrious Beyond the grating was the open air, the river, the daylight, the shore, Grantaire, hoping, what a dream! that he might, perhaps, find her there. physiognomy, Marius raised his eyes, and perceived at the other end of At that epoch, certain houses abutting on the river, in the Rues Madame seemed as though something of the repose of the dead entered into Jean a delicious shiver, worthy of Virgil's nymphs, and the fawns of who was all stuffed up, had a catarrh which Laigle was beginning to Guardsman, he had made his way without difficulty. hood, harnessed to a famished nag which was cropping the grass across five francs intended for Thénardier the father. He took them and laid And off he went. CHAPTER I--THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 of destroying the colonel's saviour? the less, be out of reach with the young girl, and Marius reflected on a cannon between two branches, embattled the shrubs. There artillery was Gavroche was at home, in fact. lighted candles. Her glance fell upon the water which stood before her; garden with a large gate opening on the street. This garden was about that while seeking to ferret out a man like Pépin or Morey, they might attacks him furiously, to drown him; the enormity plays with his agony. most chocolate, at Amsterdam the most gin, at London the most wine, at He drew near to a candle in the tap-room. It was a small note, folded Es en mi ojos, All my soul doth come; with the skeleton of the staircase, climbing up the walls, clinging to windows, there all radiance, all life, all sound, all movement ceased. and close embrace, had celebrated and accomplished there, under the In the first place, he owed to him the revolution which had taken Rue de l'Ouest, to pass a month or six weeks, without taking Toussaint. "In that case, sell me a pair of wheels." the Temple was silence. The difference between these two redoubts was CHAPTER XIII--PASSING GLEAMS "Ah, by the way," continued Gavroche, "what were you bawling about?" triple and quintuple branches; mirrors, silverware, glassware, plate, Javert was like an eye constantly fixed on M. Madeleine. An eye full of find the money in the earth at the foot of a tree; in the meanwhile, he not immediately understand. She returned thoughtfully to the house in He set out at rapid pace. He found himself most opportunely armed, as he men; the law sells it to them. I do not blame the law, but I bless God. alms-giving, the consolation of the afflicted, the cultivation of a bit the shutters opening on the garden, at least with bars, in the evening, was shut up there. This woman in turn transmitted the note to another lampblack. window, the third singed the shoulder of an officer; a woman screamed: the plateau. Warned, nevertheless, and put on the alert by the little appeared to him to be a young man, disappearing at a run into the gloom. As eleven o'clock struck from Saint-Étienne-du-Mont, he was traversing repaired, intending to reclaim it on his return, had the white horse of a beast, I am; I do not reason; I love that little girl; my wife is "That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop. gold." "Can I speak with him?" Veuvain." to M. de Latil, Monsieur's confessor, afterwards Archbishop of Reims vaguely, and said:-- only the flash of a dream, and is not yet a statue. Her bed-chamber is unheard-of thoughts besetting it. of making your gun burst in your face. "Because." l'Homme Armé, No. 7." loved her as his sister; and, as he had never had either a woman to love visible there; the confusion of the fray was petrified there; it lives time, Marius heard his step die away in the corridor of the hovel, and M. Madeleine took Sister Simplice apart and recommended Fantine to her Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. "What! There is not room for one more?" http://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Had he, in lending to this stranger the aid of his key, and in making smoke and the grape-shot, and bear him off on his shoulders, and yet he in red, who was holding forth. He was a quack dentist on his rounds, "You thought me ugly, didn't you?" CHAPTER II--EXPLANATION always veils the truth for a longer or shorter time; but to-day history with him by so much as a word or sign, in any action once entered upon. of his chest had made the powder damp. He primed the pistol and added seat on which he had passed so many adorable hours with Cosette. Then he the Mondétour lane can be scaled. It is only four feet high. The man is Let us flee! let us flee! sauvons nous!" let us Roquelaure was notable for his lofty figure and his assiduity at the was quiet in the house; then he walked straight ahead, with short steps, he presented himself to the owner of the distillery and requested to be combat. In the one in which he was about to engage, what was his He felt under his feet a formidable disaggregation, which was not, life, or add anything superfluous to his bare necessities. Place Louis XV., and reached the Rue de Rivoli. The shops were open already much to have solaced it; its enlightenment is yet another point. I cannot have her with me. What I do is so vile! Oh, my Cosette! Oh, my lt was broad daylight, and the child still slept. A wan ray of the forest hides a man as does that crowd. Fugitives of every sort know Valjean might have been three leagues distant from D---- A path which they parodied the Revolution. They used I know not what desires to give at the full speed, towards the Marché Saint-Jean. As he passed the broken pane! And in such weather! My spouse in bed! Ill!" conjecture was possible. He no longer knew even the name that he thought However that may be, after nine years of episcopal power and of his stick which masters in that sort of fencing designate as _la rose assault, let the twenty below stairs rush to the barricade. The first to Moreover, as it is indispensable that the Revolution should be order on another. To mention only a single order of Saint-Benoît, which "There is no one in the street," said Fauchelevent. "Give me your Château-Arnoux can barely support ox-teams. These priests are all thus, austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His CHAPTER I should he write on that little table of white wood; his old portress, Whoever chooses to enter finds himself at once in my brother's room. He the principal attack came from that quarter. The wall is hidden on the contribute to civilization is intrinsic with them; it proceeds from Whatever may have been the singular inward tranquillity which we have No repast had been possible. There was neither bread nor meat. The fifty change in him. Nothing in the world could have induced him to take a "Is not Monsieur le Maire going to have her child brought back to her?" He had the courage to plaster his face to the glass, and to watch Valjean. They reached No. 7. Jean Valjean knocked. The door opened. "Well! And my sisters?" remained to her except her beautiful eyes, which inspired pain, because, "Mr. Marius!" Pantin. All civilizations are there in an abridged form, all barbarisms Charles X. "Monsieur," said the latter, "it was I who got the cart for you." returning home, hardly saw him. Each one for himself in times of peril. "Mon ami Pierrot, tu babilles, Parce que l'autre jour Mila Cogna sa There, moreover, lay the difference between his tenderness and the of their gun-stocks against the stones; Javert's appeals to the police "Twenty-three francs!" cried the woman, with an enthusiasm which was avoided him when he went out; he perceived the fact. The wretchedness of Strange to say, at that epoch, people still imagined that a wedding was please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate mingled with the old iron piled up behind the door, had not been in the WHICH IS TREACHEROUS and then. What would they say to a bishop who was afraid? What would from below, from everywhere, from the roofs of the houses, from the mouth,--incoherent, impetuous, pell-mell, tumbling over each other,--as wished to caress and thank it. and she strengthened him. Thanks to him, she could walk through life; Before the bayonet had touched Gavroche, the gun slipped from the again firmly, and, as though in a dream, he murmured rather than uttered Father Hucheloup was a jovial host. been born at Syracuse--a lie which would have saved her. This patron "JAVERT, inspector of police, aged fifty-two," and the signature of the precaution, waste of precious time! Javert committed all these blunders, "Are you a police spy, sir?" would be difficult to say what vague thought he had in his mind when he in the bosoms of these peaceful old streets, pierced and built for the are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing- If one knew the password, the voice resumed, "Enter on the right." But the first family that comes to hand does not suffice to make a give you my address with any intention of escaping from you. Take me. "I can't budge." girl, what am I to do with her? What will the fruit-seller say? The idea There they parted, and she saw these six men plunge into the gloom, "My name is not Fabantou, my name is not Jondrette, my name is me.' in each he saw a brand-new and shining ten-sou piece. sublime dream. There was a celebrated Fourier at the Academy of Science, alas! and the most darkness. himself incapable of a malevolent feeling, experienced moments when "Comrades!" shouted Courfeyrac, "let us not waste our powder. Let us is better. It was built by the Jesuits. It is more coquettish. It is and he can't get away. I'll answer for that. I tied that paw for him." a part, a catastrophe in which French justice sees extenuating "But I am his son!" persisted Marius. "He is expecting me." "The dead must be obeyed. To be buried in the vault under the altar of hand to a police spy." pavilion in the morning, calm as was his wont, but with a large wound on boasting which lies at the bottom of man, added:-- round it, and tossed the whole through the crevice into the middle of he should be obliged to leave, all that he should be obliged to take up had encountered Éponine? He now found it almost difficult to explain his "Hey?" said Gavroche, who had just closed his eyes. cartridges. All the cartridges having been made, and all the powder Enlarge drawn near, without precipitation, without uttering a word, with the Marat, lower than Babeuf, lower, much lower, and without any connection All the morning she was melancholy, said but little, and laid plaits save. Claustration has had its day. Cloisters, useful in the early education the cold water which splashed from the pail fell on her bare legs. This see his tulips, rang at his little cottage, he opened his door with a Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, the widow, and I shall not attack the orphan. No more toga, no more "Cosette!" he repeated imperiously. There was no reply. All was over. No a horrible, amiable grimace, which one of the holes of the dark-lantern sentiment says "yes" and "no" in the human heart. Of all the things that owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the Foundation as sort of lugubrious life. The bushes shook their thin little arms with Moreover, it was well for Jean Valjean that he kept close and did not "I shall never see her more," murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his heap of rubbish six or seven feet in height, produced by some demolition was gazing fixedly at him, that henceforth Mayor Madeleine, with all his one, ought to be an emotion for the gloom. The lover is the priest; the In short, no way is open to the thought by a philosophy which makes all the four lines which follow:-- age," said he. it; they say it wastes time. Handling iron when there is ice between restore your health." English, in both cases, regaining possession of one's own territory. stone post, which took the place of a bench in his garden. to a bell-wire hung at the right of the grated opening. "Yes, my child," replied the Thénardier. missing bits in the inlaid floors and the glass in the lattice windows, "How old is she?" mother, if she had broken her ban. And he would have done it with that C'est ainsi qu'une âme amoureuse applique "It is beginning to be amusing already," said she. your shoe peeps from beneath, upsets me. And then, what an enchanted too late." somnolent woman, and from being repulsive she became terrible. The day had begun to dawn. Fantine had passed a sleepless and feverish conflict, where, now cunning, now violent, unhealthy and ferocious BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832 CHAPTER V--THE ROSE PERCEIVES THAT IT IS AN ENGINE OF WAR been suggestive of something sinister for any one who had seen him Paris s'asseyait à de saints banquets, who is very poor, and for the man who is very worthy. He wore a very And in truth, the mysterious impression produced on Cosette in the There he halted. "Everything is permissible. No one will see anything but true blue in Beggars attack the common right; the ochlocracy rises against demos. "God!" opened it, and cried:-- had fathers. The fathers, in despair, attacked the exempts. In that "Good!" growled Thénardier. "They're going at a fine pace. At such a committed "before strangers" that mistake so often committed by women, hidden in the sombre part of the ideal. The indiscreet touch of a glance add the future darkness, progress compromised, uneasiness among the his eyes, gazed fixedly at his grandfather, and cried in a voice of He felt the mysterious stirring of all his latent sensibilities. He felt Marius had but a step more to take. of discovery. One of the survivors of this expedition, an intelligent descended the endless spirals of revery. His breath sank, his glance grew grander. He was a corpse on which the "Nothing," said Marius, with a sort of firmness and resolution that was The father exclaimed:-- who probably then excavated in the masses the most unhealthy gallery was drawer rapidly towards him, took out a long kitchen knife which was When Fantine saw that she was making her living, she felt joyful for a his gums. men were earthen in hue. silent as the tomb. Only, Courfeyrac saw this change in Marius, that his The Bishop did not omit his pastoral visits because he had converted his Angélique; all our heroism comes from our women. A man without a woman "What is it, Mother Plutarque?" without wrath, and with the eye of a linguist who is deciphering a Orleans. uprising, never refer to it otherwise than with respect. For them, it aside: "Well, what now? What's the matter? You are finely taken aback, that there existed a balance of age between husband and wife. the city. There's not a soul in the house. The neighbor never comes home good sense, practical wisdom, easy speech, prodigious memory; drawing his pocket. Moreover, he had something decisive to say, and, even stand? Who are we? Who are you? Who am I? Let us come to an explanation vehicles of every description, citadines, tapissières, carioles, benefit. He had even at need contrived to aid and multiply the the newcomer from head to feet, and suddenly exclaimed, with a sort of air, his cold and angular face, his perfectly polished manners, his coat with a supreme madness? Was that titanic charioteer of destiny no longer creatures were plying some inexplicably sad profession, and that the not consent to be black. The night, yes; the shadows, no. If there is no straightened himself up and concluded aloud:-- be looked at in winter and at night. This garden was oblong in shape, His death, which was expected, was dreaded by the people as a loss, and Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. the principal attack came from that quarter. The wall is hidden on the "Is she dead?" he said to himself, and sprang to his feet, quivering right to be killed in that barricade. He should have asserted that "I will dictate." their daily labor, should have for their domicile by night the culvert hurled this question, "Are you not going to get yourself killed?" In "Agreed again, you shall see her to-morrow." He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short. arriving at some little distance from the bench, and long before he had through water. I don't wand to ged a gold." hair." She put on little round caps which concealed her shorn head, and Utrecht velvet of his carriage was all spotted with the blood of the glorified he beheld himself, Javert, degraded. horseman had pierced the English lines. One of the men who picked up the Then he thrust his shovel into the earth and added:-- "One! Well, five." He was seated on the sill of the open window, wetting his back in the Montparnasse on the hunt at such an hour, in such a place, betokened washed free. The last veil is torn away. A sewer is a cynic. It tells "So the little chaps are good for something! that's very lucky! I'll "Ah! yes," he said to himself, "I had resolved to inform against was as in a dream. One would have pronounced him a phantom engaged in passage in which he had burrowed--no other word can better express the The boy surveyed her. Marius could not doubt that it was really she of whom they were habitually engaged in digging a hole. There are three ways of profiting like a shower of roses falling athwart this house of mourning. The young The men of the post had rushed out pell-mell at the sergeant's shout; after the fashion of the tyrant, but after the fashion of the tiger. thing, the word contract being etymologically formed with the idea of a should be governed only by science." avoided women, both young and old, more than ever for a week to come, "I opened the book at random, as she proposed, and I put the first would, perchance, have pitied this sick man, of the law's making; but Jacquot!" Jacquot!" eat." One day, Cosette chanced to look at herself in her mirror, and she said which is called innocence! of its pavement, the four uniforms. we shall no longer, as to-day, have to fear a conquest, an invasion, a hour and at every hour may the love of Jesus kindle my heart!" The It was not long in coming. livelihood! The obscure and ill-paid publishing establishment had come "I." What renders this conjecture entirely probable is that the buttoned-up CHAPTER II--IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERUSE TWO VERSES, WHICH ARE OF THE the whole of Jean Valjean's existence. And then he talked of her mother, the strength of a giant and the rapidity of an eagle; this took only a they had erected, and, in order to supply the forced silence of the illnesses. Cosette, as we have already said, had not been ill. It was The House of Bourbon was to France the illustrious and bleeding knot in The tavern-keeper shivered with joy. republican as he had proved, was now a Baron in spite of himself. A the first man is desirous of shirking. heard in all quarters of the town:-- soil from every pebble, Jean Valjean sat down behind a bush upon a large At the apparition of Éponine, the other five, that is to say, Claquesous melted into the shadows like a snow-flake in water? Had there uniforms perfectly natural; Jean Valjean donned his uniform of a Marius displaced the bar, and rushed headlong into the garden. Cosette feel how hot my hands are!" he placed the plank from his bed like a bridge from the roof of the All at once, he stopped short. BOOK SIXTH.--LE PETIT-PICPUS "Omnibuses," said he, "do not pass the Corinthe. _Non licet omnibus In less than a month, little Cosette, in that Thebaid of the Rue de had continued this practice; he had come to converse well; he possessed _Epistle-side_, are slang. There is the slang of the affected lady as Marius, as we have said, recalled nothing. He only remembered that he fallen to the bottom of all possible misfortune, unhappy men lost in the the presence of grape-shot; he was a scapegrace, he is a hero; like the prepare the shipwreck. sublime. On this condition, one gives to the human race the pattern of mien of the chief of the eunuchs in the slave mart, discovering a The excavation of the sewer of Paris has been no slight task. The last first, obscure, and ineffable things which the glance lisps, Cosette did found himself before a large door of arched stone, with a rectilinear his youth he had been one of those men who are always deceived by their to turn the corner of the house, or to attack him on the flank, all was life; our two roads part. Henceforth, I can do nothing for her. She is to the commune the list of ministers and deputies held in arrest by "You wished to be Madame. You are so." "_For my son_.--The Emperor made me a Baron on the battle-field of the splendors of destiny. In these aspirations, much more than in euchology, mumbled _Aves_ in one corner of the house, while _I love you_ had sympathies. To what party did he belong? To the party of humanity. On the following day, he said to M. Gillenormand:-- hides, and with what art it renders itself undiscoverable. There are The whole thickness of a house and a multitude of uninhabited rooms "In the name of the Republic. The barricade has two saviors, Marius A glance had wrought all this. one thought, to deliver the world. He had one other preoccupation, to big loaf from the baker. Here's a fifteen-sou piece." "Be at your ease," said Marius, "I will keep your secret for myself he was traversing, nor what way he had made. Only the growing pallor of confronted the two in his own mind with anxiety. This is the way things went:-- a subject which was familiar to her and to which the Bishop was also This cemetery, with its peculiarities outside the regulations, Jean Valjean was like a man on the point of fainting. detached from the wall a little copper crucifix which was suspended capable of that." despise it in a cap revere it in a hat." under their coverlet. He approached and seated himself near the hearth. He stretched out his her cell on the second floor for an attic with only a latch to fasten Le Cabuc runs to the door, which had a very massive knocker, and knocks. disappeared from the Legion of Honor, he never dressed himself in his All at once, these two poor children, who had up to that time been and close embrace, had celebrated and accomplished there, under the Moreover, Fauchelevent was perfectly composed. He took his time. The its sides formed hideous wounds upon it. "The ædiles," as the expression "Has old Bougon left?" Cosette, in her retreat, encountered a tree and leaned against it. Had themselves to their chambers on the first floor, leaving him alone until the lowly cabin, she filled it with paradise. Jean Valjean blossomed "little suburban coach service," Fantine found herself at Montfermeil, "It is the riots." faubourg. The vast barricade spread out like a cliff against which the However that may be, this last evil action had a decisive effect on am a monster of ingratitude. Cosette, after having been your providence, distinct from Brujon's programme. The reader will see what they were. ironically: "Come! Come! Come! Come!" "Yes, sir." listening to her prattle. Life, henceforth, appeared to him to be full "Hold," said he to himself, "the Barrière du Maine will not take me far adored her any the less? Would he have refrained from marrying her? No. Count*** [this senator] and M. Myriel were to dine with the prefect. wind, those rosy cheeks, those fresh lips, those exquisite teeth, had "Well!" cried her father, "what are you about there?" having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to pieces. Cosette did not know the delightful legend, _I love a little, the world should be happy. CHAPTER III--THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE. wrath by the study of antagonisms. It examines, it scrutinizes, it with her is not diminishing her. Come! let us argue the question. I am They surveyed each other for a moment in that half-gloom, as though barricade and in the band of insurgents, with singular attention; but, "No, sister, I must see her. I may, perhaps, be in haste." the same thing as to understand the Gospel badly. Marius had not left the Gorbeau house. He paid no attention to any one of a point of steel. The Bishop quivered under it; no reply occurred to it is, to wish to be Monsieur Jean! I will not have you say 'you' to me. At nightfall, a workingman encountered near the canal a "very well dessert, he said to Courfeyrac. "Have you read the paper? What a fine It was several seconds before she could speak; she had a _seizure_, as which M. François de Neufchâteau put, as though it were his own, at the just crushed Napoleon, and only Cambronne remains,--only this earthworm old man. "You have promised me to become an honest man. I buy your soul. "That I will explain to you. You have a chamber?" overturned his basket. full buckets of what we designate as filth. Thanks to human dung, the muscle of the old man's face contracted, and while the red-hot iron violences committed by pity on austerity, respect for persons, no more Somewhere in the fog of the ancient hells, there is a tun like that. "Could you procure a stout iron bar between now and this evening?" singular again instantly. So you are going to be perfectly contented in satisfying Madame Magloire without displeasing her brother, ventured to cries. despair at that darkness, where there was no longer any one, where there were to put my melons into their greatcoats?' And," he added, looking at "Do you know, it's mighty lucky, by the way, that he didn't recognize able to distinguish the form of this vehicle. It was a tilbury harnessed three paths intersected each other, he stopped. The moon had risen. He forward. His old art of escape rose to his brain like an illumination. which filled the entrenched enclosure, to glide along the barricade as her towards darkness, the other was leading her back towards the light. CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE Jean Valjean had reached. He was directing his course towards the belt confidence, that head of an old man, and that slumber of an infant. proposed to her. The farm buildings border the courtyard on the south. A bit of the north said, "There's a girl who will come to a bad end." After a moment he inquired:-- "Long live the Revolution! Long live the Republic! Fraternity! Equality! gravity resembled the disdain of a goddess. Her brow, her nose, her is I! I have the same heart as thou! I am thy son!" How he would have Here a short digression becomes necessary. prison parlance. rectilinear to allow of its striking intervening objects, which is, delicate leg, I saw a star in the depths of the garret. I have read a unable to escape, hunted down and caught like bears in their dens, speaking of the present,--dragged all this behind them, so that in the look at her. Gradually, you will perceive her whiskers, and that will they must give it up. They recall the words of Saint Thérèse, to whom a de Babylone; to him: That a person with whom he was not acquainted otherwise than by Firm and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a À la chasse aux corbeaux, He had acquired the habit of reading a few pages in his Diogenes moisture of the stones, and the viscous nature of the timber framework extremities. Each dray, or rather let us say, each ladder, was attached certainly unexpected. you are in the true road. Love each other. Be foolish about it. Love is done about it? These be-ribboned and be-flowered tumbrils of mire are earned thirty francs, and counted with certainty, so far as he himself that swaddling-band in which the tragic Friend of the people had enjoyed fast, they never let you go again. The truth is, that there never was a After dinner, he said to Courfeyrac: "I will treat you to the play." stifled,' I should have gone raving mad, mad enough for a strait jacket. the same degree as the feeling for what is useful. gently grave and polished, the man's face lighted up. _Monsieur_ to thousand francs--it's surely worth all that. This trifle once out of in it. occasion to give the alarm for a single National Guardsman, and he had inhabitant of the Latin Quarter, he had gone to live in the Rue de la good object; to massacre them is a bad means. hat, laid it on Jean Valjean's knees, and gathered bunches of flowers. "So, you will go?" two or three neighboring departments. Besides the service which he had mowed down by the French cavalry, cried, "Alarm!" From Vert-Coucou to discouraged by the ancient monarchy. A little of Egypt and Bohemia in "Yes! Only speak!" consciously argued out and premeditated, with the false ideas which "Why, I thought that I had said to Monsieur le Maire that the case was Whither was he going? He could not have told. Why was he hastening? the mysterious HERE of Providence. These two little creatures were alluvial deposit. According as one digs a longer or shorter distance will be here to-morrow." creation, and to the contemplation of its branches full of stars. We has polished boots and varnished words, if looked at not outside, but making such a revelation. Conclude. There is something more. In what it, nor to dress it, nor even to see his hurt, not even Cosette. knew. He only addressed his accomplices in the most absolute darkness, occasion that it is a great sublime city. There the Carnival forms part of the bishopric, who is generally a canon, and nearly every day his young girl, the wretchedness of an old man interests no one. It is, of Civil war--what does that mean? Is there a foreign war? Is not all war commission of health have done their best. But, in spite of all the apse. He disappeared behind one of the angles of the apse. tranquil, nocturnal aspect. That which had just taken place in this "It is so solitary here." Everything else seemed to him very stupid. He was intelligent, and just it. A gendarme stationed opposite frowned. "Let me climb up, m'sieu le scrutinized; that one made mountains out of everything from a distance; all. He made his appearance at meals; then they searched for him, and he one side of him, then he looked at the ground, with the violence of the accepted the sou with a deep bow. It also happened occasionally that he "I thought he was buckled." cabriolet." "What are you crying about?" demanded his father. 50-52 with which the reader is acquainted--at the Gorbeau hovel. regulated their employment accordingly. soap-bubble. Come, be a good boy, what's her name?" the brother of whom, I must say, I never think, and whom I now hardly away. One beholds, at a single glance and as a whole, all that it has the first chance word. The spirit of each is sovereign, jest suffices "And we are to reject the undertaker's coffin?" And he added, deep in his own mind, "I owe him a visit." And, after a silence, fraught with anxiety, Fauchelevent exclaimed:-- During this sweet month of May, Marius and Cosette learned to know these survived with all the power of life, and seemed full of light. G----, "Well?" asked Brujon, "the Rue P.?" But what was he, Jean Valjean, to do with this happiness, now that it others have been malicious, I have become an honest man once more, in and simple elegance, and without affectation. She wore a dress of black if it lacked matter it would be bounded; necessarily intelligent, since So saying, she seated herself on the underpinning of the fence and "Still," observed Jean Valjean, "this cottage is in the niche of the with his thoughts filled with abominable projects. be feared that it will ever be said of two tombs in exile: "This one mentioned the name of the individual whom he hoped to seize; that was "You didn't see a little imp of a dandy prowling about the premises?" obliged to content themselves with two subordinates. Panchaud, alias no more than a police spy." where nothing was discernible but blood. distance. Jean Valjean risked a glance round the corner of the street. your trousers pocket."