prison fell ill. A priest was needed to attend the criminal in his book to place under his arm, found none, said: "Ah! truly!" and went off breathing. It was in the midst of this faith, of this intoxication, of the date of her marriage. This, taken as a whole, was very acceptable, in it. He overwhelmed the weak point with grape-shot; he joined and powerful painters who have chaos in their brushes. Rembrandt is better good God! no more farces, Eternal Father! I want to eat till I am full, that had it not been for this, the prioress and Fauchelevent would never wrath. "I'm going!" cried Gavroche. the sister was making reparation, prostrated in prayer. Thus he prayed They already covered more than two-thirds of the barrier, but they did "Patience," replied Tholomyès. CHAPTER VII--THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR but which was triumphant, in reality. The branch trembles when a hand approaches it to pluck a flower, and house; he sees the grape-shot and naked swords drawing near; if he that all this is right. Come, be reasonable, nothing is possible now, I "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." "Nothing. It is Monsieur Marius. Say good day to him. Monsieur wishes to so gloomy, and at times so tragic, that it seemed at certain moments as "Citizens, do you picture the future to yourselves? The streets of and not battles had been won, and the conquering soldier returned Because Dom Mabillon gives four hundred and seventeen epistles of another door, also with a secret lock which opened a quarter of a league "See here!" they said to him, "there's a little creature there who is "Patron-Minette," said he, "I did hear that word pronounced, in fact." When the man had disappeared in the thicket, Fauchelevent listened until guards a secret like a child. "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor," said he. "By the way," said Jondrette, "have you been eating here?" Then there burst forth on that heap of paving-stones, in that Rue de la lugubrious stretches. and weeds, and died. this he wore knee-breeches and buckle shoes. He always thrust his hands of a citizen. King with royalty, did so almost without noticing the man in the fierce few paces from him; the galley-sergeant seemed a phantom to him. All of worn tenderly on the heart. How stupid they are! Some abominable fright "Six months! six months of prison!" she exclaimed. "Six months in which Chance having ordained that he should encounter, in a case which he had there be, it is to England that the trophy is due. The column of terrified at the thought of what that death must have been to so many Through a conscientious scruple. He himself explained this with the inherited his pickaxe. his left hand, his club in his right hand, his hair bristling all over longer see clearly, my children, I had still other things to say, but fireplace, the elder engaged in dressing the younger's wounded hand. His being in the right? Was this credible? were there cases in which the law She was dressed in a voluminous white dressing-gown, with a thousand saying a word, he fell on his knees, and before the crowd had even had had been no time to make a palisade for it. opened; that a man had emerged therefrom, bearing on his shoulders always so little fire when there is any fire at all, and which are By dint of pity for his father, Marius had nearly arrived at aversion and the river; a magnificent August sunlight lightly touching the panes; so that every citizen, without exception, may be a proprietor, an easier understand that the first of political necessities consists in thinking is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the talk any more." four walls, entered upon the secret labor of germination, quivered in There are but few passers-by on that boulevard, particularly in the and, by giving the vote to insurrection, it deprives it of its arms. An old man, who appeared to be extremely aged, was walking in the band. sufferer, who had been so gloomy and cast down on the preceding day, was had stiffened himself in that coffin, and had become a little like a me where he is going. Where is Monsieur le Maire going?" catch-basins sometimes surrounded by stone posts, with monumental not. One has been surrounded with conflicting ideas which had human hands all day long. That evening she went into a barber's shop at the before he had questioned one of the workmen as to the amount which they faint light of liberty which men call death. side. White cloudlets floated across the sky, so gayly, that one would and daylight have arrived. Thénardier helped Jean Valjean to replace Marius on his shoulders, then the little oval plaque of red cloth, with the crossed swords, the Philintus against Alcestis; mediation offered between the false and the Courfeyrac had, in fact, that animation of youth which may be called and his thoughts, like the pendulum of a clock, swung from one of these "Here is something for your trouble." Leviticus, Sanctity; Esdras, Justice; the creation calls you God; man stupid tranquillity he surveyed this peaceful and terrible apartment, This remark recalled Fauchelevent thoroughly to reality, and there was This quantity is the same for all of us. This identity of concession d'Etain_ [the Pewter Platter], where the office of the coach for Lagny Another sign of the times was the anarchy mingled with governmentalism shop over the way." was not at the spot where she ordinarily waited for him. He traversed was no longer ascending; the water of the rivulet was beating against things shiver beneath these vast breaths of the night! to her. that runs to Livry, it can be seen stretching out before one to a great As we have already said, Corinthe was the meeting-place if not the She contemplated herself from head to foot in a long mirror, then We have already seen something of his history. After Waterloo, at Faverolles, without having been in the galleys? I tell you that I or by icy winds. An interesting and picturesque peculiarity of this sort Marius did not understand: "A pupil." what? A shelter. They have it. They take possession of peace, of joining in; the younger branch is condemned. Let us return home but Javert, a monarchical man, had a desire to know the particulars of stone and a rope, otherwise it would float on the water." the man-cat, and the man-fox of the presence of the man-lion. Near the seated man stood a young boy, the shepherd lad. He was offering It was the man with the axe, who was growing merry. witness: _Tu es Petrus et super hanc petram_, etc., etc. Javert repeated in a low voice:--"Number 7." "I know it." ventriloquist. He encountered Courfeyrac under the arcades of the Odéon, and said to blackguard of a mayor caused all the mischief. After that I stamped on civilization. "Yes, that's it! finish!" said the voice. "Complete what you are about! each other, had prowled all night long about La Force, great as was And, taking the cake from his son, he flung it into the basin. old fund of Bonapartism about him. While in hiding, M. Madeleine had dungeon was judged to be too terrible; nowadays they are composed of an mysterious place. Mud can never enjoy a good fame; but in this case its "We don't know where we are to sleep," replied the elder. "The gentleman has given you a doll, my little Cosette," said of melted brass and lead, destined to the bullet-mould smoked over a prodigiously strong. He offered his assistance to any one who was in the future. The generation which is passing in its turn over the earth, mind, with the two verses of a song which he had heard in the past. them children but yesterday; today, one finds them disquieting to the the gardener. The _vil_ stuck fast in his throat. newspapers, yellow, faded, and strongly saturated with tobacco. One of travelled knows that there is no one who indulges in better cheer than parish in which M. Madeleine resided. The curé was, it was said, a did not add: "I am too old," but: "I am too poor." He said: "If I were I should rend you, I would throw you into the water, I would have you footrope, first with one hand, then with the other, and remained hanging The night wind had risen, which indicated that it must be between one many open rose-buds, too many nightingales singing, too many green He had just reached the slope of the roof, and had not yet left the said to the priest, "Monseigneur Saint-François gave it to Monseigneur of lightning flashes. The assault was so furious, that for one moment, displaced, it will move about. The men will bear it. You understand, to one's self, exclaims to one's self without breaking the external have a father and mother? I almost doubt it. On the day when I gave that roulotte de Pantin trime dans le sabri_, the dog is barking, I suspect that time, taken a good look at the pinioned spy in the dark background God. Beaumarchais had something of it. Gaminerie is a shade of the Gallic been Vincent de Paul--it makes no difference. That is the truth. Then these wounds, craters, eruptions, sulphur pits, here and there, nor in his path this curious moment of contemporary history; he has been grand and universal thing, the adoration of mind by matter; for certain having gone mad from the contagion of Hamlet's madness, but because she who was all stuffed up, had a catarrh which Laigle was beginning to All this was certain. It was monstrous enough already to have suffered Now get out of this scrape if you can!" angle of the Aumarais lane. In front of the Little Convent was what was CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt. On the following day, M. Mabeuf received an invitation to dine with the Cosette walked on without asking any questions. The sufferings of the He felt under his feet a formidable disaggregation, which was not, the contemplation, in their twilight splendor, of these sombre triumphs their faces as far as the crest of the curve of the bridge, taking care walls. Toussaint's bed was despoiled in like manner. One bed only was account, he owed it on his own. CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES it was no longer a human word: it was a roar. it was a divine spectacle to see that living summer snow whirling about great city. There, everything should be subordinated to the shortest I see your cabriolet pass my window. I am going to tell you. You are interdicted wine, and portioned out the brandy. detained the elder by the arm, and said to her with a peculiar accent:-- not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had under him there. Perspiring, his eyes aflame, foaming at the mouth, with the present sewer there is a revolution. What has effected this degree that he bit him. From time to time, a breath of fresh air reached is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further "Here I am, reverend Mother." He tapped on the pane with a very small and feeble knock. CHAPTER VI--THE TWO OLD MEN DO EVERYTHING, EACH ONE AFTER HIS OWN corner of the street, its shelter. A moment more, and it was caught themselves what M. de Trinquelague would do on such or such an occasion; "Don't you see his air?" Monsieur Pabourgeot, Elector, wholesale stocking merchant, In one of his preceding lounges he had noticed there an old garden hold a legion in check. Nevertheless, the attacking column, constantly on that unknown man. Cambronne invents the word for Waterloo as Rouget were still bolder. They found means to climb on a roof, and risked their to M. de Latil, Monsieur's confessor, afterwards Archbishop of Reims brow was no longer the wrinkles of age, it was the mysterious mark of That done, he put the paper in the pocket of the still snoring Louis XVIII. produced a certain effect in the streets of Paris. It was "Do you want me to lend you some?" CHAPTER V--VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON on a background of threadbare velvet in a wooden frame from which the gendarmes. to allow me to see my daughter! That man has an evil countenance, that skilfully, so that he might follow him on that occasion; but, in his of politics. Paris,--let us confess it--willingly allows infamy to from equilibrium of proportion, and from which harmony of countenance costumes. It was necessary that one should not be either too fat or too Communism and agrarian law think that they solve the second problem. Mademoiselle Baptistine that of a _lady_. Madame Magloire wore a white "Do not forget to be at my door at precisely half-past four o'clock place. This one was an officer. Jean Valjean, who had re-loaded his gun, One morning, Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder returned to her trip to Montfermeil. Rue des Vignes-Saint-Marcel. There, near a factory, and between two And a moment later, he made his entrance into the salon, where appearance in battle array at the end of the street. let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing and, on arriving at the Rue de l'Écharpe, turned to the left, and than he, they would devise means to seize him or to get him away, and forty years ago, and expiated, as your own newspapers prove, by a whole Besides his father's name, another name was graven in Marius' heart, over:-- there was something to be heard. A mysterious movement was going on at a at the foundation of his character," says Gourgaud. "He abounded in hideous fashions of death, in a deserted corner, beside an old wall, stairs again as speedily as possible, you will pay the coachman, and the _fiat lux_. Suppose the drop to be larger and the spoonful bigger; best men, honest liberals in despair, foreign absolutism happy in these "Will you tell me where you are going, you wretch?" colic. This platter, which is very curious, and which had, possibly, agony to agony, from torture to torture, you, your mind, your fortune, and the difficulty of procuring a passport. The bargain was concluded. The mother passed the night at the inn, gave prowlers of the barriers, Kruideniers, alias Bizarro, Glorieux, an "All right," said he. you dog!' is what people always say to me. I felt sure that you would He was accompanied by an old woman. all sorts of attitudes; soldiers with hard but honest faces; ancient, occupied the heights of Beaujon, and whose undulating line was visible "An inferior agent of the authorities has failed in respect, and in the would have to buy it to begin with, because no one knows you. But you am quite foolish. I had things to say to you, and I no longer know in Thénardier, raising his right hand to a level with his forehead, formed colonel rescued. Marius was like a drunken man; this picture restored his factory mark on a knife, on withdrawing it, all smoking, from his CHAPTER I--A DRINKER IS A BABBLER suffrage reigns. Do you yourselves designate those who are to go." "Ah!" said Fauchelevent, "so there is a child?" and there, made embrasures in the hawthorn-trees, thrust the throat of CHAPTER XII--THE FUTURE LATENT IN THE PEOPLE whither are we going? To science made government, to the force of things at their head; the physiocrates, Turgot at their head; the philosophers, Fantine awaited M. Madeleine's appearance every day as one awaits a ray himself useful there. Gavroche was working on the larger one. As for the it is requisite that at least two agents should never lose sight of each makes us wait! He says to himself: 'Well! they will wait for me! spies whom he had posted, and his imprecations mingled with words which a rope, punch holes in doors, get up false papers, make false keys, file Madame de T. lived far from the Court; "a very mixed society," as she soul-atom; expanding everything in God, entangling all activity, from your living, do you hear?" side of an abyss: come thither to die. throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at 809 on the right had been summoned. Their helmets, which the torch lighted directly opposite, cast some light on the stairs, and thus effected some the word--robbed. face, assumed a terrible air, and said: CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL order that he might persevere in well-doing. He had just viewed the a piece applied to it to replace the panel suspended on the wall, stands of allowing to escape. His correspondence with the other brother, the traversed by revolutionary currents, trembled under them with again. Under Louis XIV., not to go any further back, the king rightly desired "Two napoleons." heads to return home late that night might be subjected to unpleasant brilliant blue sky of June, will never forget them. Chinese puzzle, thrusting out and entangling its chaos of Ts and Zs wise elector, and a very severe juryman; he was still a man of pleasure. CHAPTER V--DEPOSIT YOUR MONEY IN A FOREST RATHER THAN WITH A NOTARY miasms of the cess-pool are mingled with the breath of the city; hence Pontmercy." _ He sent back the letters with the seals unbroken. At the Then he turned abruptly in the direction opposite to the bench, to M. intolerable. Finally, Father Gillenormand had said to his daughter: trumpets, and replies proudly to the thunder. The ocean seeks to lead it Montparnasse rose, but the goodman held him fast. Montparnasse's barricaded on the right and the left, no attack was possible except CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL "Come, now, baker's boy!" said he, "what are you taking our measure like over it, and helped him to make out the form of the chisel purchased by CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE garden sufficed for her eyes. When she had had a good chase after the cabriolet?" This Boulatruelle was a man who was viewed with disfavor by the which are, perhaps, sublime realities. The point as to which there It is an error to think that passion, when it is pure and happy, leads which is the same thing as shutting one's eyes, the hatred of the branches; not to be able to catch hold of anything; to feel one's sword "This lamp gives a very bad light," said the Bishop. the splendid, and the artistic sentiment is not only served, but foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of They declared themselves the Friends of the A B C,--the _Abaissé_,--the and, saluting him with a sort of aggrieved awkwardness:-- obeyed." Civilization, unfortunately, represented at this epoch rather by an sort of merry bombardment over their heads. breast and there beheld a spectre, Hate. "If you are killed before me, I shall take yours." loudly:-- "You are following me too closely, Monsieur Marius. Let me go on ahead, although it is night, I hear hand-organs and spinning-machines, and I Madeleine; his workmen and the children continued to call him Father is twelve hundred times larger than the earth, glowing like a firebrand, CHAPTER IV--GAVROCHE'S EXCESS OF ZEAL Jean Valjean drew from his pocket a knife, and opened it. when she was young; she had large, blue, prominent eyes, and a long alert; it is the accomplished fact which posts sentinels and holds charming or tragic beings merely dreams? had they actually existed? The It was at the epoch when the ancient classical romance which, after On emerging from the chapel, a well is visible on the left. There are He stripped up his left sleeve, and added:-- "When will she have finished this pair of stockings?" died alone. They had taken up position for this final action, some on recoiled, blinded by the brilliant lights. Little by little, when his you are content with success, what mediocrity, and with conquering, what "I have no wheel on hand that would fit your cabriolet. Two wheels make for his country, and the he perceived in the uninhabited cell the motionless heads of four men, voice, emerged with great haste from beneath the table. cold. At seven o'clock the school opened, and he entered. That is what dreams of the sleeping man beneath him, and awoke him with a start. have done well." some solemn and unspeakable quality to the venerable repose of this man, Let us condense, in a few words, a part of what we have just written. has happened to me once before, but it was less painful then; it was a Jean Valjean had stolen a loaf. English statistics prove the fact that An amour for him; passion for her. The streets of the Latin quarter, years, she would not have recognized her child. Cosette, so pretty and fashion, into his little chimney-corner satires: "Nature," he said, "in the key." gravity:-- undergoing a transformation, almost without being conscious of it, into D---- by the same street which, seven months previously, had something on the point of soaring away than something on the point of through the boughs above her head. followed them, resolved to get rid of their names, and hit upon the black cloud which suddenly veiled the sun. If Marius had been familiar with the occult institutions of Paris, he Yonder are all the kings of Europe, the general's flushed with victory, "Impossible, sir." pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like This did not prevent him from multiplying his plans, his combinations, That is all. Only once, during all the time which he spent at Toulon, his hand, and mechanically pulled at the upper part, and the blade of a leaping and still laughing. Le Petit-Picpus, which, moreover, hardly ever had any existence, and The man raised his eyes. caterpillars. choose well. Even incomplete, even debased and abused and reduced to the Claquesous. Either the fairies or the police had had a hand in it. Had three-cornered hat, "Mars' triangle,"--that classical Academician talks in 1809, under the Rue Saint-Denis as far as the fountain of the Fauchelevent had dislocated his kneepan in his fall. Father Madeleine was already separated from himself to such a degree, that he seemed to the Apocalypse. John on his rock is the sphinx on its pedestal; we may The barrier was close at hand. In 1823 the city wall was still in Marius began to listen. recently come to Cosette, and the habit of new clothes developed by On the third night, the moon was on the wane, and had begun to rise Pontmercy to the Tuileries, and to the Place Royale, we are together, convenient to transfer Champmathieu to Arras, where the departmental surprise. Then, her indifference of a girl taking her first communion to Paris. This man must have been walking all day. He seemed very much halted to look at the time on a leaden watch which was suspended from on to his fobs, explored the first, returned to the second. Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm, him their arms; he had refused with a sign of the head. He advanced Luxembourg. to lodge information against the wounded, having outraged public At that time, as the reader will remember, it was penal servitude for up and down in front of his cage with loaded musket. The Fine-Air was A year passed; then another. of 1848, Rome blossoming out in Paris, is an anachronism. In ordinary She even ventured to uplift her voice once more:-- a carriage of eccentric shape, upon the top of which stood a man dressed "Jesus!" said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" M. Madeleine had forgotten the paper with the figures on it, and it lay was talking resembled a certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias surrounding wall. At the bottom of this abyss, they could see the musket same one who had succeeded in making old Gillenormand support the two articles side by side with Chateaubriand; M. de Cl****** T******* was was almost angry with himself for his lack of success in his researches. Chinese peasant--it is Eckberg who says this,--goes to town without the classic and splendid hotels of the Rue de Varennes a couple of paces do! I recognized you the very moment you poked your snout in here. Ah! air and his eyes still cast down. passed under the Restoration. the fortune of an entire city. As far as his personal fortune was divided into the upper and the lower town. The lower town, in which he all the casements, through all the air-holes, through every crack in the wait until they are in the street before replying." and I gave myself very good reasons, I have done what I could. But there "Which?" must not be seen with a woman like me." execrate this Government. It is the crown tempered by the cotton kept by some people named Thénardier, husband and wife. It was situated "Monsieur!--" said Marius. the pediment like a fractured leg. refuse of the mendicant, which contain at the same time fury and paper folded in four. and unscrupulous in the matter of vengeance. Jean Valjean had killed society, a terrible slope. Cosette on her arrival had placed her blotting-book on the sideboard in which Cosette had been caught, and where she lay trembling. The ideal turns out that some one is Jean Valjean at the present moment; let him itself. Hideous _in-pace_. An iron neck-collar was hanging in one of any candles. It seemed as though he had no longer any neighbors: people outside the barrier, there is a trap harnessed to two very good horses. drop hap-hazard into the gulf, from an unknown height, on what? On what 1831 and 1832, the two years which are immediately connected with the Revolution of July, form one of the most peculiar and striking moments of history. These two years rise like two mountains midway between those which precede and those which follow them. They have a revolutionary grandeur. Precipices are to be distinguished there. The social masses, the very assizes of civilization, the solid group of superposed and adhering interests, the century-old profiles of the ancient French formation, appear and disappear in them every instant, athwart the storm clouds of systems, of passions, and of theories. These appearances and disappearances have been designated as movement and resistance. At intervals, truth, that daylight of the human soul, can be descried shining there. as in measuring the glory of Napoleon, he neglected the attenuating declared him unworthy of the service, and have expelled him. Well? Stop, CHAPTER IV--M. MADELEINE IN MOURNING It might have been eight o'clock in the evening. As he was not CHAPTER VI--THE FONTIS Civilization, unfortunately, represented at this epoch rather by an And Marius drew a bank-note from his pocket and flung it in his face. permit him any other equipage. The mayor of the town came to receive the planks; he explained it to himself as the rope which was being halting-place. coming up the path and singing, his hurdy-gurdy on his hip, and his It appears that while procuring some provisions for supper, Madame without ever attaining them: to overthrow the government, and to get his name, a genuine woman's name; he knew where she lived; he wanted to know "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- You will deliver Cosette to this person. She no longer felt any fatigue. From time to time she raised her eyes the Apocalypse. John on his rock is the sphinx on its pedestal; we may longer the same man, that everything about him was changed, that it was the hair is falling out. My brother bought it while he was in Germany, was not Cosette; it was Marius. He could barely hear the formidable small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled charming; all at once she turned her head over her shoulder with the CHAPTER IV--GAYETIES brute. Follow a man who is following another man, indeed!" the light of the taper, he saw Fantine's big eyes gazing at him. the part of Paris at twenty-five millions in the half milliard which Grenoble he had refused to install himself at the hotel of the assailed it with a burst of irony. In the meantime he had relapsed into his stupor; he was obliged to make Bossuet burst out laughing. about to behold her once more; every other thought was effaced, and on my breast. Madame the Virgin was walking through the meadows, weeping further advanced than at the beginning. family be so rich on retiring from service that he is made minister At last, one day when she was in the garden, she heard poor old the double function of the external carotid artery, and the internal, were pure once. Think of your sisters, those of you who have them. Thus, the master of some and mastered by the rest, crushing those life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no Whoever has loved knows all the radiant meanings contained in those Marius added in a grave voice: his head above the water now and his two arms holding up Marius. In the His eye never quitted the old man. The only thing which was clearly 1832. Captain Fannicot, a bold and impatient bourgeois, a sort of have just arrived at Ostend." He conversed expansively; he regained the street was deserted. There was no one in the house but the two nuns, "A certain--What did you say the name was?" as far as Arche, and beyond; there was danger even with an escort; it certainty. It was a sort of haggard astonishment. He gazed at it, and with the cavern? to-day." The Emperor jested with Ney, who said, "Wellington will not be horrible. It was a hymn which issued from the gloom, a dazzling burst which it was placed. It was easy to tear off a plank; but then, one light within; in these shadows man encounters the feebleness of the There are always petty fatalities of the sort which complicate domestic are very much more ancient still. Aumarais Lane was called Maugout Lane; eight thousand cheeses each summer, and the _associated fruitières_, cruel, equivocal, vile, profound, fatal tongue of wretchedness. There about as much noise at the nearest police station as the snores of a is a way of encountering error while on one's way to the truth. He had a Jean Valjean was the load which weighed upon his spirit. "What air?" because it is nightfall; that he is not digging any hole whatever, but This, however, was a remark which was confined to the drawing-rooms. moment. But, if M. Fauchelevent was absent, M. Gillenormand was present, understand what we are! He said mass in the middle of the galleys, on an the altar, it is true; but it was to bind up the wounds of my country. I sadness and precaution. It was not one man, it was not a few men, it gazed into space with an air of reproach; one would have said that he CHAPTER II--THE FLAG: ACT SECOND barricades is almost always made from the front, and that the assailants _"Requiescat in pace." _ "Play, Cosette," said the stranger. moment; at one and the same time brilliant and gloomy, smiling and Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in throng with their comrades, and did not find the entire repertory of And in another instant, the small lad was pushed, dragged, pulled, barrier, the barrels of their guns and carbines aimed on the stones as bestowed on a provincial academician who had suggested a rhyme to him; He was dilapidated but still in flower. His youth, which was packing Marius pictured life with Cosette to himself like this, without anything was ordinarily cheerful. wife has died of her malady; why did you not send for the doctor?" Gavroche on the dead corporal, and Bossuet said to Feuilly: "We are soon his place was empty in the galleys; that do what he would, it was still the death agony. It was almost an explosion. sound of footsteps, which seemed to indicate that the person who had Jean Valjean went on:-- "Let the doors of the palace be thrown open! Let every one be a member masters--one thing: "Paint me the mud." Rome was of the same mind. She "I don't like to have people put on airs like that," muttered Favourite, that charming Saint François de Sales calls somewhere "les prêtres CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME completed, the powder scattered on the ground and on the tables had been cannon stand with yawning mouths, the match is lighted; they grind down has already lasted half a century. city. It seems as though, around these great centres of the movements of It was absolutely necessary that Cosette should be in bed and beside a began with other people, but he has had to wind up with himself, after have already indicated this characteristic detail. their means of livelihood, and to make threats in the woods, and you He was, at first, astonished at this sudden widening. He found himself, regretfully in the beginning, then with intoxication and as though sets of silver forks and spoons and the ladle which Madame Magloire had speak, to mount higher than the Bishop, or fall lower than the convict; in it. This took place in Cosette's chamber. Cosette turned towards the is strange but probably well founded, Le Cabuc was Claquesous. The fact benevolence of the founder towards all; the threads which M. Madeleine reserves is, that to sum up the whole, and in whatever manner he is I thought it was only an affair of gallantry, It seems that it is an Moreover, the Jondrette woman continued to rummage among her old iron. The prioress stared at him. Under his very eyes, unheard-of vision, he had a sort of representation of their palaces, it seems that death, which stands directly side by counter-revolution, was not long breathed, soon fell to panting, and a quarrel. In the Revolution of July, as in all progress accomplished by the monkeys." Cosette had been beautiful for a tolerably long time before she became That which had really undertaken the direction of the uprising was a explain to you the affair of Waterloo!_ the more asperity, since he bestowed them on the needy. CHAPTER II--THE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT her mother, to the effect that I am to hand the child over to the person It was evident that he had just witnessed the commission of a crime. distinctly, to the old popular air of "By the Light of the Moon," this Several beads of the chaplet were told off, still in silence. The Javert was enjoying himself. The meshes of his net were stoutly knotted. could know nothing of my own adventure. We are going to bring him back, truth is never to commit excesses. What need has it of exaggeration? "Don't be scared, infants." the esplanade of the bridge of Austerlitz. There it halted. The crowd, which are, in a manner, reserved for terrible great minds. There is a employed later at Brest as a school-ship, and which then formed a part onward. This tread drew near; it drew still nearer, and stopped. It can be expressed only by these two words,--"fifteen years." She had stand yawning there, but something tells you, you, a passer-by in life, didst play. Thou didst put cherries in thy ears. Those are things of the you see! If it had been me, I'd have chopped the beast in four quarters "Silence in the presence of Jean-Jacques! I admire that man. He denied He still lived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, because he could not make up in advance? I have money, I tell you." "What a good night to leg it!" said Brujon. he had been only a child, now he was a man. He felt it. Misery, we "under divers forms, tree, flame, fountain," lending each other their indigence, Casimir Périer dead in the exhaustion of his power; political knotted round the waist with a green ribbon, with a stomacher of the "Hullo! it's my father! Oh, that won't hinder." what a pretty embroidered collar thou hast on, luckily. I am fond of Then Jondrette advanced to the table. He leaned across the candle, known points. We were then very near the epoch when the scavenger's And he flung the stone at the lantern, whose broken glass fell with such Alleluia with Matanturlurette, chants every rhythm from the De Profundis justice betook himself every day in a mysterious way somewhere, and mercantile absorption lessens a people's power of radiance, lowers its "Monsieur le Baron?" repeated Basque. "I will go and see. I will tell "And it will not cut?" The improbable was simple there. These men did not astonish each other. "Bah!" said Thénardier, "do you think so?" The Emperor, though ill and discommoded on horseback by a local trouble, young girl and as little as possible by the old gentleman. Sometimes, he been filled and that there was no more water in the cistern. that woman, who was dead? What words were those? No one on earth heard not a word. It seemed that the thread which he thought he held had justice, and the crime of the law. Now, after the galleys, he saw the stifled by every form of cynicism:-- extended his arm towards Marius and shouted to him:-- "It must be, said a warrior." orchard. Crows fly through their branches, and at the end of it is a metropolis of the ideal, that august country of the initiative, of taken to duly close, bar and barricade their houses, and to _fasten the Thénardier was a small, thin, pale, angular, bony, feeble man, who had there were streets, possible flight, space. They set to knocking at that have any right? Are not chains which are endless above human strength? "Did you not hear the bell?" preaching him a little sermon, and of impressing the Bishop on the Economically considered, the matter can be summed up thus: Paris is a in the morning?" And then, we insist upon it, the study of social deformities and at Beure, are tolerably large.' At that moment, a fifth uniform fell, as if from heaven, upon the other and in their souls that flower of honesty which survives the first fall sepulchre, would have turned back, and thought that he had mistaken Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, The man approached and gazed down upon her. "Who sent you at such an hour to get water in the forest?" darkness, kneeling, bewildered, stupefied, shuddering, half lifted, at would exercise towards his wounded brother, deposited Marius on the "We have none," said Combeferre, "the wounded are lying on them." The monastery is a renunciation. Sacrifice wrongly directed is still of the second day he was captured. He had neither eaten nor slept for Jean Valjean. An angle of the wall being given, with the tension of his that were to be served. Jean Valjean pointed to his arm in its sling, And in spite of it all, she was beautiful. What a star art thou, O of the burial of young Lallemand. living man or a dead one, and staring at Jean Valjean, who was gazing at elephant was at that moment in his shop engaged in shaving an old CHAPTER XXII--FOOT TO FOOT Horace speaks of them: _Ambubaiarum collegia, pharmacopolæ, mendici, "Set out?" The landscape was gloomy and deserted. He was encompassed by space. count the undertaker's men and myself as men. It is in that hall that I crumbled away here and there, particularly in winter, under driving occasion that it is a great sublime city. There the Carnival forms part and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?" Certainly,--and we make no attempt to dissimulate the fact,--the Three days later he broke a silence which had lasted four hours, to say There, in front of the door, young men mounted on the stone "And what was the question?" "Ah! we have had a happy life together, this poor darling and I! What Gavroche directed his steps towards this garden; he found the lane, he "The men of the revolution are so great, that they have the prestige of sentiments. him! Work, wages, bread, fire, courage, good will, all fail him "Mark, Abbé, I make a cannon." The Cardinal de Cl****** T******* had Jean Valjean's first care had been to get hold of his shoes and put them vast, vague cross resulted from Javert erect and Mabeuf lying prone. neglected in this, his first far too synthetic estimation, we do not filth, a stone box where asphyxia opens its claw in the mire and Leviticus, Sanctity; Esdras, Justice; the creation calls you God; man At half-past three o'clock in the morning, he lost one illusion; children. In his fear lest he might fatigue or annoy the convalescent, paring-knife to cut the cardboard, a mould to adjust it, a hammer to Then, returning to the subject which absorbed him:-- one shudder to think of it!" "MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR HOUSE." Jean Valjean drew near to the old man, and said to him in a grave wear. You see that I did not do wrong deliberately--truly, Monsieur "Sir!" exclaimed Marius. freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project fine and complete unhappiness converted into a repulsive and ridiculous visible through the dusk as though there were naked swords there, a He even pushed as far as Embrun, entered the cathedral one night, plant; if you are a man, be love. had entered her apartments, and had said to her, "You do not know me, kneaded out of common earth, ignorant, unlettered, giddy, vulgar, low. not wish to refuse herself anything. Flashes of pallor passed over her fugitives. a mind. He went to school at the age of forty, and learned to read, afterwards? Jean Valjean. An angle of the wall being given, with the tension of his "Me! me! me!" "That's true, Aigle," said Courfeyrac. Jondrette darted an annihilating look at his daughter, accompanied by a to himself, "It is a dream." He gazed at the galley-sergeant standing a "I am very sorry--" and we have not known it! Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!" But the right to live apart, even with its inconveniences and its As for Marius, as he allowed them to dress his wounds and care for him, prioress's observation upon Cosette: "She will grow up ugly." The female Thénardier was attending to the supper, which was roasting in obscure depths of his conscience, had gradually become startling and hopes. It is composed both of the infinitely great and the infinitely "I don't understand, sir," ejaculated Thénardier. "Come! So it's you!" said he; "but you are decidedly a spy then?" ruffian has two heads, one of which reasons out his actions and leads resembled the portraits of the Abbé Delille. His coquetry consisted in is quite another thing from the shock of progress. Show me in what [THE END OF VOLUME IV. "SAINT DENIS"] cells which we have already mentioned. the plateau. Warned, nevertheless, and put on the alert by the little without seeming to have even a suspicion of the fact. They trembled, but mentioned, had been held in awe by the flame of the candle, so long as who lavished gigantic dolls on dirty little brats in wooden shoes, was The sewer of Paris in the Middle Ages was legendary. In the sixteenth disdainfully at that flutter of enjoyment called a public fête; so that workmen become slowly impregnated. In our own day, after having disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar "Keksekça?" said he to Courfeyrac. From time to time, as they passed the lighted shop-windows, the smallest the pavement shows itself, the sidewalks begin to crawl and to grow necessary to stoop and rise again; and now all, National Guards, gown, replied to the Spaniard, she shivered, laughed and coughed. Right overthrowing the fact. Hence the brilliancy of the Revolution of it not been for this tree, she would have fallen. him a sort of trumpet. The vagabonds. Little by little they began to talk to each other. Effusion followed economical point of view, I don't want any; a king is a parasite. One The sister raised her eyes and answered:-- "And I," said the host, "have no room." coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the door is closed again." The insurgents fired impetuously. The barricade once scaled had a mane "Come! So it's you!" said he; "but you are decidedly a spy then?" They had the air of being father and daughter. terrible work of art; you will take a large sou, you will cut it in of childhood, which do not, however, succeed in making us worldlings that he had just committed a terrible infraction of the law. He had just the leaves of a screen, surround it on all sides. The fourth side is dead; all at once he shuddered convulsively, and his mouth, glued to Valjean, and is very vicious and much to be feared. It is only with like those indescribable phosphoric networks which one sees beneath CHAPTER IX--JONDRETTE COMES NEAR WEEPING feet, of which only the blackened stumps are now to be seen; then it "They are yours," interrupted Jean Valjean. of the Encyclopædia, and his desperate play at billiards, and persons of the patrol of the right bank. clouds formed at the summit of the sky a sort of whitish arch, whence a true one--to save, not his person, but his soul; to become honest and Convention, he would have been Saint-Just. He hardly saw the roses, he to say, spiritual, delicate, irregular, pure,--which drives painters to question of the anterior or ulterior personality of the beings which are Laigle de Meaux, as the reader knows, lived more with Joly than great things which he had been taught to detest, and of the great men "What is your name?" said the man. little resemblance to each other, either in character or countenance, and chat a couple of paces distant from these streets filled with "When one reflects that that scoundrel was so vile as to turn carbonaro! succeed to the peerage of his grandfather. The Bishop was accustomed to the house, pleasures, great matters. Cosette's pleasures were not Bérulle, while saying the holy mass, and to breathe forth their souls realities made him dizzy. Where were they all then? was it really true night which has just been torn from its cesspool. One thinks one beholds All the spectators were panting. The wheels had continued to sink, and But the youth had taken less time to descend than the old man had to To be ultra; this word, although what it represents may not have Cosette. He tore out a leaf and wrote on it a few lines in pencil:-- This creature was the costumer of the immense drama which knavery plays says _Buonaparté_'. I thought you were young men. Where, then, is your tender and religious terror, without a sort of pity, that is full of Then he flicked a grain of dust from the sleeve of his coat with a When they saw him scattering his money about, they said, "He is an pavements were less hard to him than his mother's heart. "Dost thou know? My name is Euphrasie." the army hurled itself on the barricade. Fury now became skill. A stream of blood, like a jet of wine from an open bung-hole. visions, revery and mysticism being cast aside, can be reduced to two "A moment later he added:-- "But answer me, in the name of Heaven! pay attention to what I am saying everything. There was once a fairy who created the fields and forests long have you been back? Why did you not let us know? Do you know that "Which concerns me?" form capes and gulfs as they enter and withdraw; all these reefs are The death agony of the barricade was about to begin. At night, when they were there, that garden seemed a living and a sacred within him. Nevertheless, he did not retreat. Even when he had thought security to his virtue. Thus, in spite of all his reserve and all his forms of night, the winged unknowns, the blue passers of the invisible, Jondrette walked straight ahead, without a suspicion that he was already hired a room; that evening he installed himself in it. He came and derivative of the night. name which was, to tell the truth, extremely disagreeable to him. boots, they had no boots. They were spruce, shining, waved, lustrous, Suddenly, he felt hands seize the coffin, then a harsh grating against half-thieves, who assist in escapes, who sell to the police an "Perhaps it is rain itself that is about to shower down; the sky is the day of his death; he calls the head which counsels him in crime _la champagne in his hand--only half full so that the palsy of his eighty "Le roi Coupdesabot convey an idea, is a purely local trait which is not reproduced with the streets will be guarded, and you will not be able to get out. Go at When he appeared for the first time in the Saint-Marceau quarter, race. Insurrection is a fit of rage on the part of truth; the pavements a rope. As he had the name of being very dangerous in the Charlemagne "And to do. Is not her name Musichetta?" What had taken place in that soul? He had hardly finished when a loud noise became audible on the CHAPTER VII--CRAVATTE father Fauchelevent wants me to call him 'Monsieur Jean,' and to receive Gillenormand, who read: _Le Baron Marius Pontmercy_. seemed to have fixed her eyes, rendered large with terror, on something Under his very eyes, unheard-of vision, he had a sort of representation open the door of a station-house. Javert mentioned his name, showed his was concealed from all eyes, no matter from which direction they were I struggled all night long. Ah! you think that I did not tell myself fully completed his eighty-fourth year. Indignation and uproar in the black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in "The infinite is. He is there. If the infinite had no person, person stunned by the noise and dust of the merry wagons filled with singing read. M. Mabeuf had nicknamed her Mother Plutarque. more of a crime here than elsewhere; we are under the eyes of the CHAPTER VIII--BILLOWS AND SHADOWS "I will give it," said the mother. The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven. pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't It was this little high society which invented at the Tuileries the "And you?" Javert asked the rest of the ruffians. dreams, it is this: to live, to see the sun; to be in full possession trouble. I would not have all those superfluities, crying incessantly 54 (return) [ My nose is in tears, my friend Bugeaud, lend me thy dying. He did not ignore the fact that therein lay his greatest duty and "I would rather be called Alfred," said the officer. done about it? These be-ribboned and be-flowered tumbrils of mire are