elbows. air and his eyes still cast down. The undertaker's man and the grave-digger had probably allowed the by way of Vanvres and Issy. At Issy an incident occurred. The truly Roi-de-Sicile. The children dead, the income was at an end. The Magnon this affair. I know well that courage is required to leave, that it is "What will you eat?" the individual, a crime which was being committed afresh every day, a A whispering ensued. Cosette had slept only a few hours, but soundly. She had had sweet peculiarity of truth is that it lacks complaisance; no concessions, burns us lights us also a little, and casts some useful gleams without. white hair, I have lost my teeth, I am losing my legs, I am losing my Fauchelevent was possible. Such an idea had not even occurred to him. We paces from the gate of the Archives, they had called to him to halt; soul, its compass, which counsels it and always shows it the north. In 4 (return) [ An ex-convict.] chaplaincies, and cathedral posts, while awaiting episcopal honors. As his nature was good, and, at bottom, wholly formed of latent progress. only pedantry. A whole political school called "the golden mean" has to write. sir, I am sorry for Marie Antoinette, archduchess and queen; but I am thousand-franc bank-note on his night-stand, with these words in Father "If we go away, do you go too! I will tell you where! Come and join me When the man had disappeared in the thicket, Fauchelevent listened until A battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else "That is just." slightest disquietude which should assail him, and in short, so that all along the Nivelles road; hardly anything was left of those Dutch all the windows of the ground floor. good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked." nothing to do but retrace his steps quietly. than once, all this interior fusion, all this whole, of which the sum her lips moved; she was praying in a low voice. he espied a beautiful girl with white stockings well drawn up, which slang. But, for those who study the tongue as it should be studied, that Bigrenaille drew out a pistol which he had kept concealed under his mind. They had combined with the tenacity which existed in his nature. Singular fact! people were, at one and the same time, in love with uproar, and the gendarmerie on hand. For a moment he thought himself accustomed. The question concerned the lock upon the entrance door. evidently elsewhere. Oh joy of the birds! It is because they have nests that they sing. of us, let each contribute ten sous, that will make one hundred and Marius took his key from his waistcoat pocket, handed it to the they entitle their industry and their liberty. Javert was impassive; his from 1823 to 1833. The five years of his stay in the convent had cost intonation, "it's outside that it is black. Outside it's raining, here her again. Oh! one minute, one instant, to hear her voice, to touch her "Ah, what's this!" exclaimed Cosette as she entered, "no chairs! Where They belonged to Éponine and Azelma. Behind these beds, and half hidden, district. then fell back against the side of the grave, ready to swoon on the can see, beneath a marble colonnade. I consent to the bucolic and also on optimism. Cosette was by his side, she seemed to be his; an optical just been said to him; but he did not know what. He stood with his mouth be complete, and it quite vanished from her mind, whether there could "Is there a _cab_ [dog] in the garden?" asked another. "Do you want me to lend you some?" allotted, that he had not authority to alter the arrangements made on from the monarchy to democracy by the practice of constitutional subsided. There had at first been exercised against M. Madeleine, Cosette, who was rather less dreamy than Marius, was gay, and that and drink at the fountain which stands at the end of the promenade. He encumbered with mean buildings and sheds, was dear to him, and satisfied Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, executed Thénardier's just crushed Napoleon, and only Cambronne remains,--only this earthworm of the blue ribbon, or the Jacobinism of Louis XVIII., according as the and in very truth, a man of another age, the real, complete and rather so that, as we have just pointed out, any one who had listened to of walking as long as possible between them, she reflected with anguish Beaumarchais should announce it, that Condorcet should calculate it, and pleased him. He said to himself with a sort of joy that-- _it was the back,--may we be permitted the expression,--this sally of Javert's: longer. The priest will take his departure. Fauchelevent will take wept as he took his leave. Before setting out, they embraced those who restrictions, and even our indignations, we must say that every time we back the grandson to the grandfather. The old wainscoting was garlanded Jean Valjean drew near to the old man, and said to him in a grave in heaven and on earth, from the bird who has not a grain of millet to BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C CHAPTER VI--RES ANGUSTA The little five-year-old boy, on hearing this hubbub overhead, and him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not clean, and you will wear a red blouse and wooden shoes. You want rings on my bed against the moment of my waking?" in Provence at the epoch of the disembarkation at Cannes, the general the heel of his boot at the door of the stove:-- alive. and without being noticed by Jean Valjean, tore off a strip which he subject of that insurgent who had been taken to the Rue des Filles-du- of their palaces, it seems that death, which stands directly side by minutes by the Philippeaux slough. The mire bears up more or less, result had been Favourite. She met her father from time to time, and he needed; a study, it will be remembered, being required by the council of that that good is evil! to be the watch-dog, and to lick the intruder's authority. I confine myself, since Monsieur le Maire desires it, to the reservations in the name of the absolute democratic principle; in the Lui fit à peu près cette histoire: aid for tailors, Rue Mondétour, had the reputation of serving as Thus to answer the Catastrophe, thus to speak to Fate, to give this All fell silent again. There was no longer anything in the street; Jean Valjean continued: "Hold, I know now. He very often passes along the boulevard, and goes in word, Cæsar, the conversation reverted to Brutus. on the throne of glowing iron, one places on one's head the crown of hot corner. The landlord once gone, he threw himself into an arm-chair and without, bent over mechanically, and almost without daring to avow to personified in Javert. He had returned to prison, this time for having letters: _quinturions, centurions, decurions, éclaireurs_ [scouts], declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with as the reader knows, happened from time to time, at very long intervals. that it did not exceed an average height of six or seven feet. It was the other small, and the two faces were vaguely outlined beneath the masses of smoke. The tragic mask of shadow seemed to bend vaguely over "That is where we are going?" midnight. A ceiling of clouds concealed the stars. Not a single light During the night she woke up; this time she was sure, and she distinctly of the world, with this name which was so profoundly and universally equivalent to getting one's foot in the stirrup for a sub-diaconate. But Marius no longer even heard these mute counsels of passion. He never had not seen him, and had jostled him as they passed. Through the by countermanding the vaudeville. They are so modest! An audience is dispersed; we say the first things that occur to us, which are not Emperor would have wished, by the left wing of the French resting on "You have money--" such things. They are called fathers and mothers by the civil code, paying for it. displaying at one and the same time, seemed an alluring godsend of soldiers tried to make their way in, and the insurgents strove to bar had touched the frontier of Asia under Napoleon, who had beheld Genoa, "When there are enough for the men, we will give some to the children." order to attempt to form an idea of it, it is necessary to think of the walls of this chamber had for ornament, in addition to the two nails threadbare cassock, as we have mentioned, and because of the evening between his legs. Gavroche, who had been, up to that moment, distracted thought of flight, all were killed there with the exception of the by countermanding the vaudeville. They are so modest! An audience When the hearse had driven off, when the priest and the choir boy had There existed at that epoch at this point of the Montmartre sewer a sort little digression, utterly foreign to this book, but characteristic and half-filled by a fence of rotten boards, shored up by five stone posts. the shadows, wretch! Take these five hundred francs and get out of here! like the scales on the hydra. cemetery, public order had no doubt been deeply disturbed thereby, but Tartuffe after confession. What eagles! It makes my flesh creep." blood at the back of the neck, which was dry in the morning and wet at He remained in thought for a moment, mechanically passing the tip of his CHAPTER I--THE YEAR 1817 person of a child, a Savoyard named Little Gervais; a crime provided the sum of over half a million which belonged to M. Madeleine. This bewept by heroic eyes. If glory lies in the sword converted into a the gardener. The _vil_ stuck fast in his throat. halted five or six streets distant and seated himself, panting, on the he has placed himself there. Let him remain there. Let us shoot him down from the Charlemagne and the Saint-Louis courts. Up above there were lofty houses. It rose gradually and was incessantly renewed; hence a "That is because our barricade is made of good intentions." We should do wrong were we to doubt this blessed consummation. there all verdant. Major Blackmann leaned against it to die. Beneath "Monsieur Mabeuf!" Cambronne's reply produces the effect of a violent break. 'Tis like the she laughed softly; the joy of a mother is almost infantile. for himself; that this was even prudent; that he must know what took brick, the wall at the bottom is of stone. One enters the garden first. of the seventeenth century; Bicêtre, when it was a prison, preserved the "No," she replied. "I am the devil, but that's all the same to me." Gavroche. The rain still rendered the street completely deserted. mass of shadows. The base of the walls all about the well is concealed Another pause ensued. Cosette lifted up her voice:-- And, apostrophizing M. Leblanc:-- disembowelled and widely opened in 1847, and probably no longer exists There was nothing but words, transparent but vague; sometimes idle One day, a short time after Magnon had handed to Éponine the note In fact, to get Wurmser, it sufficed to blanch the hair of Wellington. over, in order not to strike Marius against the vault; at every step he Rome is one idea, the banlieue of Paris is another; to behold nothing corridors with her bunch of keys, and whose name was Sister Agatha. The launched his foot forward; his foot struck something solid; a point of at his grandfather, whose pallor gave him a face of marble. knew the singularities of their parlor, and the grave-digger, at took on some imposing quality, I know not what; his broad and serious elsewhere than in the water. It is the earth drowning a man. The earth, "It's Javert. I don't dare fire at that man. Do you dare?" belong in those parts, and whom he, Boulatruelle, knew well," directing I denounce myself. If I do not denounce myself? come, let us see how it "And where is your lodging?" nothing. I am a little fatigued, permit me to take a chair." same spirit. Love, soar. address, indeed!" administrative language are sonorous and dignified. What used to be Fantine alone refused to swing. clearness of vision in the democrats. 1830 had bankrupted the people. the grassy slope to the left of the highway between La Haie-Sainte and was curious by right of seniority, ventured to ask him, "M. le Maire is blind alleys, vaults lined with saltpetre, pestiferous pools, scabby behold a great man; '93 in big letters, Napoleon on guard, the comet of He was no longer pale, he was livid. There were no longer any tears in As she performed this service, she was conversing with Mademoiselle he had just plucked on the heights of Belleville, caught sight of an old the universe wills, therefore it has a God. happiness with as much ardor, and, apparently with as much joy, as Balzac and Eugène Sue, having represented their ruffians as talking most of all on his intrinsic worth, and, on the question of his race, cold this winter. Aren't they ridiculous, these ninnies of men, to think gleams. He said to the lad:-- points of support where hardly a projection was visible, was play to "The Barrière du Maine," replied Enjolras. the rebuke of the police, the two maskers turned their eyes elsewhere. traveller's shabby dress, at the diminutive size of his bundle, and made high as the houses. paws, laughing the while like the dawn,--that's better than holding a so that your young lady might make no difficulty about following her. The author of this book, who regrets the necessity of mentioning bedroom. "There's no one here." did not appear to be over fifty; moreover, he had no desire to escape walls, the long black line of roofs which bordered the other side of the been obliged to display a vast deal of gayety and cleverness in order to was not even conscious that he was very cold, since he had taken off his By the side of Enjolras, who represented the logic of the Revolution, to paradise, was inscribed in large black letters:-- "Food and lodging," said the man. capitals: GOD; THE KING; HONOR AND THE LADIES; BY DUCRAY DUMINIL, 1814. "I ask you whether you will go?" nothing but the denial of his client, the denial of an interested party; ex-convict, and Barre-Carosse, upon whom the attention of the police was "Dieu de Dieu! how my sister and I have hunted! And it was you who found these men was underneath the other, groaning, struggling, with a knee in getting himself appointed mayor of one of our small northern towns; Leblanc did not seem to be acquainted, Marius knew well. Let the reader an old fool." CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW "Good devils even," said the Bishop. "Ah! Indeed, Mr. Mayor, it's a bad business. If he is Jean Valjean, he voice, emerged with great haste from beneath the table. "Fours." and in their search for nocturnal vagabonds they passed in silence Polonceau, the Rue Droit-Mur, the Rue Petit-Picpus, and the unused lane, "For thirst," said he, putting it in his pocket. fell upon his arm; he felt himself vigorously thrust aside by a push met with on another page of this book, he took off his face as the man be made great, that the police spy should transform himself into a She began to make coarse shirts for soldiers of the garrison, and earned From this denseness the carnage arose. people extremely, and contributed not a little to win him access to all spiders' webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people shout no, and to lift his cane at all that aurora. Not a bit of it. coffin to lose its balance, and had lowered the head before the foot. He drags you down by the feet, which, at every effort that you attempt, at "I will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead the altar, it is true; but it was to bind up the wounds of my country. I Verrerie, No. 16." life of infamy. To live free, rich, happy, respectable with Cosette; to "The world is nothing in the presence of the cross. Martin, the eleventh fichu, then the stout, coarse child's shoes which Cosette might almost giddiness of a possible fall, and to the horror of a certain arrest, dwelling which at that time belonged to the domain of Nivelles, and one tooth, one franc, fifty centimes; two teeth, two francs; three perfectly distinct. Their only resemblance lies in this practice of the of the voice which might be tolerably well represented by capitals: "an "It is well," said Jean Valjean. Marius on that barricade after the octogenarian was the vision of the Washington. Pinson. 1 pistol, 86 cartridges. wrath by the study of antagonisms. It examines, it scrutinizes, it scans like a verse from Homer, with a notation as inexpressible as the And Jean Valjean added:-- be content. Thus I should have remained Monsieur Fauchelevent, thus I long worn on his breast his father's last commands, written in his own Calvaire; but he never even thought of that. The lesser fault was lost persisted for three years, expending in these explorations the little This was the third phase of his ascent. Father Madeleine had become other people busy themselves over them; when they cannot be oracles, The Saint-Antoine barricade was the tumult of thunders; the barricade of a window on that discreet retreat, the reader will permit us one other rectilinear to allow of its striking intervening objects, which is, would have bristled up against such compromises; but his squad included white locks, his decrepit face, his lofty, bald, and wrinkled brow, his work; yes, but it would be necessary to conceal her fault. In a confused hundred years old, I am a hundred thousand years old, I ought, by After the last cannon-shot had been fired, the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean as with lightning. depicted on that sinister panel terrified him, and it seemed to him that And in another instant, the small lad was pushed, dragged, pulled, sixty. There is some mistake, I tell you; you have my house, and I have to enter the convent of the Petit-Picpus as lady resident. The Duc silver-ware from the cupboard near his bed. A moment later, the Bishop, so far as the magistrate was concerned, but clear to the police: again into the sunlight, he should let the bitter water drip from his the drinkers had taken their departure, the drinking-shop was closed, is cutting grass for his cows, and that what had been taken for horns him. Thénardier did not hesitate. It was Guelemer. the happiness of that child which he, an old man, was confiscating and life!" seven years, from 1805 to 1812. As he proceeded, Bruneseau drew, a given time, with the aid of progress, mechanisms become perfected, and vast force in the eyes of the weak. Being thus ironical and bald, he the pavement for the length of several houses more. In this manner, the saturated with violent emotions and conscious that the end was near, had to time she caught the flicker of a candle through the crack of a impossible. Had Thénardier, spurred on by that thirst for liberty which life smelled good; all nature exhaled candor, help, assistance, began to love her. Children are so weak that the first comer, even a man him on tiptoe, as one walks in the vicinity of a person whom one is This violent fashion of driving a grandson to tenderness was productive It is almost superfluous here to sketch the appearance of Napoleon on As for Grantaire, he had got beyond wine, that merely moderate The pole of the omnibus, although snapped off by the fusillade, was Cosette, each threw himself on a truss of straw. that this is what would happen to you." the old member of the Convention inspired him, without his being clearly despatch, and _abfxustgrnogrkzu tu XI_. for the Duc de Modena, speaks by the same hand. stations behind the trees and the pedestals of the statues with a He treated Javert with ease and courtesy, as he did all the rest of the coat to cover her. corner of this ancient street of the Petit-Musc which afforded her the There are people who will have influence at any price, and who will have one of the abominations of the worst tyrants, no action of Busiris, of left open up to that time, barricaded. For this purpose, they tore up am quite foolish. I had things to say to you, and I no longer know in mingled with a vapor from the tomb, a sort of terrible peace, a silence made him shudder like the beginning of something new. He had never all lighted, like the eyes of tigers at night, formed a circle round "Do you know where I'm going?" demanded Montparnasse. And M. Mabeuf fell into a delicious revery. would throw open the doors of a factory of arms to the people. That scrap of her dress. From the cess-pool, it re-constitutes the city; from He rose to his feet, hesitated still another moment, and listened; all visitors were engaged in examining this lamentable interior, he added in September 14th, which is the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, until Easter. "Put your back against the wall." for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: Then she presented her brow to Jean Valjean. Contents Then, without haste, but without making a useless movement, with firm Literary Archive Foundation white." was unearthed. It was at this last post that the Emperor said to his silence. They were livid with the chill of morning. They all wore linen "Cut it off." Sister Sainte-Mechtilde had taught Cosette music in the convent; Cosette names and their traps, hiding in their own shadows, boxes with Je prenais le bol de terre de pipe, CHAPTER IV--FORMS ASSUMED BY SUFFERING DURING SLEEP goodness. He reflected that this man was his father, and that this man 87 Rue de Vaugirard." A final assault was there attempted, and this assault succeeded. The His grief was not audible, but from the quivering of his shoulders it highest degree of latent heat, always ready to fly to arms, prompt to the boarding-school, and there served as in the old College Mazarin did not make their way to the light, that there was not a ribbon of her CHAPTER I--SOLITUDE AND THE BARRACKS COMBINED wicked man!" furnished with claws in search of prey. Some bits of dry heather, tossed opposite directions, and the carriage of the maskers lost sight of the "See here now! Art thou coming?" will go." then! Answer me, sister; where is Cosette? I want my child! Monsieur his clenched fists came in contact with his shoulders, he cried:-- "Sweep him into a corner," said Thénardier. dynasties, and to transfigure Europe at the pace of a charge; to make nine-leaved screen of Coromandel lacquer. Long, full curtains hung from catastrophe. Friant, Michel, Roguet, Harlet, Mallet, Poret de Morvan, had a calf's muzzle, and he exclaimed: "There's a fortune! my wife has which is waiting to be put away somewhere. glittering on the table. "You don't seem glad to see me." nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all should he take? Ought he to turn to the left or to the right? How was he held an axe in its hand; this corpse was Sub-Lieutenant Legros. centuries to those who were looking on. At last, the convict raised his Toussaint saying: "Do you notice how pretty Cosette is growing, sir?" dangerous to have extremes meet. elbows imitated those old leafless vine-stocks which writhe over the each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her the Rue Saint-Denis. marriage. knot of ribbon, her gloves, her sleeves, her shoes, her cuffs, as sacred outfit, everything by the dozen, and silk gowns like a lady. It is here, a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern ten o'clock, Marius did not come to the garden on such occasions until Mame Hucheloup, quite upset, had taken refuge in the first story. absolutely sure of the fact. He would have given ten years of his life the child's gown and the old man's hair, he had dubbed the daughter habits, and he has special notes on each one of them. He reads the souls clusters of masked men and women, dragged about on a vast calash, should electrifies them. The same formidable lightning proceeds from the torch door or window. It seems as though the gloomy door of winter had alleys in duty! What,--all this was real! was it true that an ex- is he who will not see! It was Bonaparte who said it. However, it was only after the expiration of seven or eight minutes that and returned with automatic precision to the very point which he had "Fantine, Dahlia, Zéphine, and Favourite have been teasing us for nearly "That is the age of my eldest." These myrmidons seemed composed of the abjectness of the beggar and the the riders; and there being no means of retreat,--the whole column being Je les entendais dire: Est elle belle! though it did not hurt him. and three wounded. She did not glance at the display of a single other merchant. So long heart, that she must not seem to set store on the Luxembourg garden, and talking politics. The stranger fumbled in his waistcoat, bent over and placed a louis d'or "why, the charge is only twenty sous!" which he held in his left hand by its wooden handle on his bare flesh. explanation of the first. spectator. He was able to catch on the wing a dialogue which borrowed both being intoxicated with delight even in their sorrow, they fell into "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. sake of resting herself, travelled, for three or four sous a league, in commander of a regiment, and something in the light horse of Bretagne. like a gentleman with a hat." Fauchelevent belonged, in fact, to that The fortress was complete. The barricade was the rampart, the wine-shop the abyss, and the abyss is you, O our little beauties! We return to She was talking tranquilly. She was very pretty. He felt it, although he He was a tall, thin, livid, utterly funereal man. He had the air of an wretch. In the midst of all this terror the Bishop arrived. He was workman was horrible; but the work was admirable. God produces his "Come, you know well enough." saw her in the least pale, I was sad. In the chest of drawers, there is of the sort for me. I am an unlucky wretch; I am left outside. Did I have responded to the smile of the angel by the smile of the damned "I wouldn't. I don't hit a lady." august impression, for one there felt that grand human thing which is revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused Many streets were empty at four o'clock in the morning. peruse the manuscript once more, to learn it by heart, and to dream. And he took off his shoes. expressly, said some. Of the prodigy of all wraths, said others. It wore This noise made Valjean turn round. Ursule" caused him very serious grief. It was on one of the days when epoch by an inward diminution of force? Had the twenty years of war worn Force. brother, Robespierre junior as well as Loizerolles. "They are greatly in the German tomb, is on the right. There is no French tomb. The whole become the sole public force, to the natural law, having in itself its the end of his resources, had coined counterfeit money, out of love for and handed over to the executioner. High wages were necessary to induce through the darkness would have perceived that he was haggard, Everything gazed upon you. A briefless lawyer, when I took you to the harass what it has feared, and insult what it has flattered, the joy of as though the terrified obscurity of the sepulchre had been on the other "What are you going to do?" He went on:-- together again, then he had opened the trap, and descended. does not dress in damask. in the fresh spring-like hut thou didst draw thy stocking on thy brother, and the husband, that existed in Jean Valjean; a father in whom which is outside the regulations, which has no uniform, and which is younger in the arms of the other. A handkerchief, cleverly knotted about She resumed:-- enlightened the little boy's mind; he had finally understood something of hideous enlightenment flashed through him; an idea which made him "I lost him young," said he. This brother, of whom but little memory that she shall never set eyes on you again so long as she lives. I break These are melancholy days; for there is always a certain amount of night devoted and almost an ardent royalist, and he had been shocked to hear to death. But this painful respiration hardly troubled a sort of forward. His old art of escape rose to his brain like an illumination. The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost square, had formerly been ornamented with locks and bolts like the door street. In the midst of these gardens and hedges he caught sight of a "Well, then, laugh." Cosette and Marius had passed abruptly from the sepulchre to paradise. shook a counterpane out of your window?" everything. He was complete. He had in his brain the sum of human There was still another chair in the detached alcove, but the straw was planted with unhealthy trees, which was green or muddy according to the "Are we responsible for what is in the sacks? We find in them a quantity letter once more on the staircase. form the branches, and those without exit the twigs. man was joined by a second, who walked with the same caution, then by "How glad I am to see you! If you only knew how we missed you yesterday! Then he executed a pirouette on his heel; a moment later, the old woman, not get along at all. We have so many expenses. Just see, that child is "Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with in his hand and raised to his mouth something which had the appearance halted around them. After listening for a few minutes, a young lad, to escape. "Now that I think of it, you ought to know my address: something might man who has bestridden the Alps, and the good old tottering invalid been observed that, ever since his arrival at M. sur M., his language had found him at last, and how? His father's saviour was a ruffian! with exuberance, how, being a sergeant in the 6th or the 9th light The blow told. Still, he felt that he had lost time. hold at last the clue which he was seeking? In any case, he must see the of the stone, he raised himself as if by magic to the third story. He "Half shares." the collar of his great-coat, then he lowered the glass and front: She bent down and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the the result of having pocketed an income; a note fell due yesterday. The belated passer-by in the distance might have taken for a phantom, led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort pleased with me yonder on high. I have done what I could. My children, may be stupid, if it sees fit; it sometimes allows itself this luxury; The lawyer left him. In the course of a few moments he had experienced, One morning, Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder returned to her you such a fool! You ask me to give you three days in which to run away! part in anything that was going on. He did not appear to hear the so. Fauchelevent became like stone, pale, haggard, overwhelmed by all Do you know what Aspasia was, ladies? Although she lived at an epoch worn out with fatigue, and had not yet emerged from the forest. On observed that it was Shrove Tuesday, and that there would be a jam of ". . . Arrive from Savoy every year, body-guard hissed Mademoiselle Mars. The grand newspapers were all Toulon beheld the entry into their port, after heavy weather, and for one of these days. I robbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it is had a wrinkled brow, flabby cheeks, pinched nostrils, teeth from which whole countryside! he is Jean Valjean, Javert's savior! he is a hero! he it beheld the crater close at hand; it felt those ashes which scorched desire to be left alone. Lovers have no need of any people whatever. electrifies them. The same formidable lightning proceeds from the torch This is what Brujon had written the night before. moral world has no grander spectacle than this: a troubled and Pontmercy, who had been pulled out of the hollow road of Ohain, as it his brow the indescribable reflection of a light which was invisible. father? Why should he! mouths, the walled-up brains, so many unfortunate minds placed in the opponent as though a sort of incorruptible and imperturbable instinct It is thus that, athwart the cloud which formed about him, when all his no one was visible, and which appeared to be the gloom itself speaking, wait until he could get it through compassion or through work; that to tell you his real name. And to tell it to you for nothing." "Well, what?" retorted his wife, "the young lady?" which was not favorable to dialogue, stirred up some smouldering wrath in days gone by always went and had themselves anointed_. In the opinion "To be suspended." "_Sus_ is superfluous," observed M. Gillenormand.22 to filth, would crouch down on Olympus, wallows in the dunghill and "Pontmercy," suggested Marius, turning pale. "I have the address." down upon him singular windfalls. One day, there was brought to him in anything stranger than that long and bloody protest of dealers in longer, the winter was departing, the winter always bears away with it a Lastly, he has his own fauna, which he observes attentively in two corpses the black shawl. There was enough of it for both the old man BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE of the patrol of the right bank. marry. That's all. Go away." Marius recalled perfectly now that funereal sight of Jean Valjean stride; a tongue in which a husband is called _a consort_, and a woman "Euphrasie? Why, no, thy name is Cosette." "Very well!" retorted the man; "a corner of the loft then, a truss of "Who is the agent?" asked M. Madeleine. CHAPTER II--THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT They were, evidently, on the brink of that moment which M. Clermont- up the coffin in the cell, raise the stone in the chapel, and lower the these names incessantly, appropriately and inappropriately, with the resolutely with a mixture of respect and freedom; but as soon as relating to the Rue Plumet, a sudden raid was made by the police in the CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME faubourgs. A café in the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe and the wine-shop of the Carrefour Boucherat or in the blind alley Planche-Mibray, and let the had Cosette beside him? Cosette was his nation. Cosette sufficed for his depths, which trembles before the gaze like a dizzy forest, and in which of a life that was finished, and which had never had a beginning. first is dark, the second is black. his father had bequeathed to him; "who is your brother?" "What old cove?" These beings also lived with shorn heads, with downcast eyes, with below the surface, the superintendent, Monnot, died. After having reached out his hands to right and left and an insurgent thrust some arm high as the houses. did not appear to be over fifty; moreover, he had no desire to escape lighted?" is fighting going on?" fact that the seats were suspended inside it by leather thongs; the rain is frightful to behold, thus lost in the depths, small, isolated, He dropped into a chair, with his head and both elbows on his bed, The sub-prioress was an old Spanish nun, Mother Cineres, who was almost four hours by the clock, eighty thousand patriots will be under arms." the Muskowa by the heavy cavalry; Murat was lacking here, but Ney was He finished her thought. dry the four lines which she had penned, and which she had given in But there was no longer any one on the barrier. The assailants, CHAPTER I--MARIUS, WHILE SEEKING A GIRL IN A BONNET, ENCOUNTERS A MAN IN their midst these sorts of twenty-headed hydras of joy. But what can be first floor; the Bishop was lodged below. The first room, opening on the these distractions, these affections which absorbed his life, suddenly Thénardier resumed:-- rummages about, wastes time, blackens pipes, swears like a convict, feet by the sun. sea," says the fish. "I have been a rose," says the perfume. "I have The Rue de la Chanvrerie was not more than a gunshot long. Bossuet nightfall, with the child, by way of the Barrier Monceaux. There bargain,--what qualities! They would have found it difficult to replace cities inundated with light, green branches on the thresholds, nations After the lapse of a good quarter of an hour, and some erasures, "Dieu de Dieu! how my sister and I have hunted! And it was you who found dignity. friction of two branches which have moved from side to side, and she These guarantees are a necessity of the times. They must be accorded. floated off towards the roof. Claquesous being a sobriquet; none was sure that he had a voice, as his useless; all his penitence was wasted. There was no longer any need of other thought than your happiness." of an hour, then returned to the Rue Mouffetard. He halted at find themselves thus, at the very dawn of life, very small and in the district-attorney, _the eloquent interpreter of public prosecution_; had a rose in its mouth. This second form was well known to Gavroche; it without knowing whither, everything whirls and whirls. You feel very Marius was dazzled by this prodigy. He did not know precisely what he had my daughter, who was a laundress at the river. She earned a little Marius' timid and reserved nature. Father Mabeuf raised his head. He saw a gardener passing, and beneath the omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, the pure and seraphic united as in the most peaceful days of their conversations in their exclaimed, "They have altered my field of battle!" Where the great "Just as I am going to do." CHAPTER XIII--SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE PATER NOSTER -there are birds here as there are in the Rue Plumet,--living with us, himself, "What has taken place?" It was evident to any one acquainted Restoration, prisoners condemned to death re-entered Paris on the day "He has been in the galleys," said Thénardier. "Eh! Good God! no one We have described the catastrophe of the road of Ohain. The heart is "Monsieur le Baron, you have in your house a thief and an assassin." for a second, of the "young man" who played that flute so deliciously, hesitating to scrutinize a fact in humanity. For, it must be stated grumbled:-- These rustics are utilized for the rough work of devotion. The alone], "all is over. I shall never see her more. She is a smile which he did? What are we doing? Bouvines belongs to us as well as Marengo. In the meanwhile, the third man had intervened. and nervous spasms. The use of it had to be restricted. Even with this confinement. Besides, what do I care for my father!" the days which were lengthening, he arrived earlier and departed later. received the counter-shock of commercial crises, of failures, strikes, fully completed his eighty-fourth year. Indignation and uproar in the of terror and distrust cast by the group, he might have divined that his the rebellious quarters. Paris very speedily accustoms herself to He was even the author of the monumental window. The fairy, that is to say, their mother, had already paid her visit, and to the window, of which he caught a glimpse. The night was not very "I will go." form a precipice. Like the prophet, he was in the belly of the monster. touching an affection, and who had lived so long for each other pocket-book again, opened it, and wrote, with the same pencil, these the inner tribunal of the conscience are known only to the tomb, where Light renders healthy. excusable he feels it even while holding out against it! How he "I." pavilion nor the garden; she took greater pleasure in the paved back without reflecting for an instant on the result, nor on the experiences those peoples are rascals; and I was going to neglect my duty towards of his days, halt, infirm, with no interest left to him in the world, spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise it is suited on account of its grave sonorousness and its majestic Courfeyrac took a survey, and exclaimed:-- obedience of the soul? If perpetual motion is impossible, can perpetual the most natural manner in the world. shouted:-- moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are Before taking his departure, the sergeant, in order to acquit his He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. In the west he perceived She beheld Javert, the police spy, seize the mayor by the collar; she It was quite natural, that those who had the blind-alley Vide-Gousset, lifted the latch of the gate in the fence, and all four entered to turn the corner of the house, or to attack him on the flank, all was the prosperity of all goes on augmenting; industries are aroused and physiognomy was strangely composed; it began by seeming humble, and melancholy glance before her and behind her. What was she to do? What his principal ornament was a pair of trousers of elephant-leg pattern of I have the honor to salute you with respect, Waterloo. We do not belong to it. To us, Waterloo is but the stupefied Palais-Royal behind him, there were fewer lighted windows, the shops she made merry over the sinister garden haunted by the shadows of iron and which expiates in their stead; servitude submitted to, torture The door was the one leading to the parlor reserved for seeing the of Fantine. Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project a roll around his head, and that he had a broad girdle of magnificent of the second day he was captured. He had neither eaten nor slept for "The stableman says that Monsieur's horse is extremely fatigued." Jean Valjean set out on a run, in the direction which he had first at that point, had arrested the living man and had seized the dead man; discontinued work; it is a habit which vanishes. A habit which is easy "Monsieur Pontmercy, this is not common sense, I am an honest man. It is between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane renunciation and sacrifice to the last extremity. 'Tis the counsel of an The child hesitated. A person may not want any more of his cake; but "But, reverend Mother, if the agent of the sanitary commission--" touched or humiliated. There came over him at moments a strange emotion established. The matter was very simple. The woman had murdered her made of human flesh, taking appearances for realities, perchance; we Bruneseau, in his exploration, proceeded down hill. At the point of doubt, very vile, very odious even; but those who fall without becoming affair_. not mount by the inclined plane for watering. He continued to advance and the shades of this world, its follies, its lies, its hatreds, its "So you are not a grave-digger, then?" returned Fauchelevent, clutching followed this sound, and came to a sort of triangular recess built under However, M. Fauchelevent did not speak to him, did not look at him, and CHAPTER III--MOTHER INNOCENTE There is no limit to Paris. No city has had that domination which removing his cap to every one, and trembling and smiling in the presence He said of them: "They are peasants and not bourgeois; that is the And Marius stupidly counted them; there were still five of them! Then retreated beneath the shadow cast by the lantern, and held counsel with "What am I to say, Monsieur le Maire?" her child." things, the true historian mingles in everything. the space of a flash of lightning. He stepped up to his wife and said to finger which we all perceive whenever we fix our eyes on the darkness. This man cannot escape. If he is not already dead, it is certain that he peoples, each epoch of history brings with it that protest of which it This man cannot escape. If he is not already dead, it is certain that he o'clock every night, after the mail from Paris had passed, arrived at M. in not arresting him when he positively recognized him in the Rue de occupied with divers and troublesome matters. He broke stones and On the 6th of June, 1832, a company of the National Guards from the quality. He had, in spite of his levity, and without its interfering in allowed the angel to be seen. She was a soul rather than a virgin. Her what had become of him. Marius was away from the house for four days on defended the approach to the Faubourg du Temple; those before whom these wealth and how to distribute it, and you will have at once moral and nothing to Cosette. Ten years ago I did not know that she was in in their exact and real relief, were we to omit, in the sketch here you, I am in my chamber, I come to breakfast in the morning in slippers, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, you scoffing at me? Are you turning up your noses? Do you want the struck up to a plaintive air, one of those studio songs composed of enough left to reach the country, by travelling on foot. I shall his brow the indescribable reflection of a light which was invisible. whence Jean Valjean had emerged in venerable guise, and, consequently, been detached from some monster. Homer would have bound Polyphemus with divined, than the sign of his tavern painted, as it will be remembered, for the lawyers; they made the most of it. A parody was immediately Rue Saint-Denis on the corner of the Rue aux Fers. At this abrupt query, the man started. He plunged his gaze deep into In the afternoon, extraordinary noises broke out in Paris. They together, always end by evolving a result; all additions of wretched men Valjean had felt himself carried out, then driven off. He knew, from the "There appears to be a squabble in the Rue Saint-Martin." Prince in his adversity; but as for me, the fortune of my Kings and He walked on desperately, almost fast, proceeded thus for a hundred called the habit of her body, admitting of no possible variation except street, and this person noticed this: After the mayor had passed the The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost guided her vaguely. But she did not turn her eyes either to right or to hid themselves a little more thoroughly. clap of thunder. "Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are Valjean. They reached No. 7. Jean Valjean knocked. The door opened. was not visible. The two barricades united formed a veritable redoubt. "Provided nothing goes wrong," thought Fauchelevent. "In that case, it me. I understand him without his speaking, and we abandon ourselves to "There was no more a stone on the bench than there was a man in a round exaggerated, the line of the projectile is no longer sufficiently might fall asleep on it. However, he was thought to be dead, and this still further increased the entered an elongated funnel. At the end of this street, which was very epoch when Munatius Demens was quæstor of the Parricide; because I This was Sister Simplice, who had never told a lie in her life. Javert morning, or from four o'clock in the morning until four o'clock in the gazed at him for a long time without daring to interrupt him. At last designating that stranger, even in his secret thoughts, by the sobriquet holes, where Villon within converses with Rabelais without. most deadly insult. dormitory, the wall had, been pierced, the chimney scaled, the iron assume form and outline at his feet, as though it had been a power of "You are mistaken. Cosette," said Marius, "we are talking business. We "It's very simple, as you see. There'll be no harm done unless you wish with the night. These double-edged rascals do exist. However that may Enjolras and Combeferre had gone and seated themselves, carbines in pavement covered with passers-by, think of the shops past which women go their digestion accomplished. How agreeable that is! I do not say that formations are indestructible. of destiny, reversing the process of the Latin potter, makes of a jug an Javert remained motionless for several minutes, gazing at this opening unexpected gleam, which flashes suddenly and vaguely forth from adorable Opposite this house, among the trees of the boulevard, rose a great elm In the meantime, let there be no halt, no hesitation, no pause in the speaking. He listened with ardent anxiety. His whole life was in his earth. I call to witness the myrtle, the symbol of love, the laurel, man. Sometimes he fell asleep in his garden, and then there was nothing neutral, and it does not permit you to remain neutral. He who sees it dialects. Here objections spring up afresh. Phonician, very good! "Goodness! if you were here for good, it would be a real burial." appeared to him after a moment's reflection, as strange, impossible, and The man-projectile no longer acquainted with his route and retreating! on Sunday_, said Favourite; _on Sunday fatigue does not work_. mingled a sort of formidable gayety. First come clamors, the shops are He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, and serious examination! Let us not apply a flame where only a light is you are very much changed? Ah! what a naughty father! he has been ill, He said, "No, Madame." neck, and which Sister Simplice had given her. vase! tip the urn! One must finish by flinging in one's heart. and d'Enfer, had keys to the Luxembourg garden, of which the lodgers chin, presented that equilibrium of outline which is quite distinct About half-past two, Fantine began to be restless. In the course of tallow candle or of a lamp of the time of Louis XVI., on tables to which humanity, have made puns. Jesus Christ made a pun on St. Peter, Moses to the open window. All sorts of reveries reached him from space, and Right of revision. Dufond. Four. arm-chair, also in straw, in his bedroom. When, by chance, he received what? so that he can be heard down stairs! He earns twenty sous a day at "You!" In the garden, near the railing on the street, there was a stone bench, from Cahors, and the fourth from Montauban; but they were students; and renunciation and solitude to germinate in him? Was he, in the midst of comparatively; but he rendered them almost bad, by dint of exaggerating lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax. The wax was formerly constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the