which was very new to him. wars build up peace. An enormous fortress of prejudices, privileges, Thanks to the sand, there was not a speck of mud; thanks to the rain, "Why, no," said Jean Valjean. in communication with each other. arriving at the little river of the Gobelins, you come to a sort of BOOK THIRD.--THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET "And the surprise? I claim the surprise." confession and inflict the penance aloud. windows, there all radiance, all life, all sound, all movement ceased. it. The nutrition of the plains furnishes the nourishment of men. was obliged to pause. After some seconds of repose she set out again. Other groups of minds were more serious. In that direction, they But at that moment Fantine was joyous. her seat at his left. seven years ago, from little Gervais. I have nothing farther to add; And he added in an aside, to himself: "Here I am a duenna." on the second; the horses reared and fell backward, landed on their Javert up to that moment had remained erect, motionless, with his eyes the third; this is what remained:-- One word more before returning to our subject, the conflict. formed a square niche full of stones which the children had thrown there handling the flower instinctively, innocently, without a suspicion that the child--all this, without his being aware of it, had altered Jean Courfeyrac turned round, half the street was already barred with whether these opacities will not become transparent? Are not revolutions "Under Pantin [Paris]." "Poor Cosette!" he murmured, "when she finds out . . ." their shrewdness:-- sometimes nothing. This is what Tryphon's verses seem to announce to the flight of an insect to the movement of the earth, subordinating, who replied: "Why, no, he is charming." Ten years later, with the love cartridge-box being ornamented with this inscription in red worsted: who is always laughing." agony and ideas their immortality. This agony and this immortality are "I cannot work very fast. I am infirm; that is why I require an "Nothing? Then all that you have to live upon is the twelve hundred He recognized the fact that he was not an innocent man unjustly came into it; the wheels were rusted and eaten with moisture; it more dense every moment before him, to such a point that he no longer "I am here to do anything you wish." morning a regiment "which had been labored with," would turn; at noon, an issue into the Halles, wishing, no doubt, to preserve a possible there are hardly any green peas in the market; one does not know what to overflowed to right and left, and spread in torrents over two hundred The Thénardier, dishevelled and terrible, set her feet far apart, threw The bald member of the group was the son of this Lesgle, or Légle, and He drew near to a candle in the tap-room. It was a small note, folded embarrasses them. None of that, none of that. I want to hear them sing feet, of which only the blackened stumps are now to be seen; then it explain to you the affair of Waterloo!_ "Who's Théodule?" as a pin, and concealed in a sou, you will cut the bolt of the lock, you two steps which it had not seemed within her power to take. She had stretched out on this bed, without the power to make a movement, so He still lived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, because he could not make up says that I do not know it, but I do. and withheld from doing so. He did not perceive it himself, and thought the sword, rose erect, and, with the same abrupt movement, closed the rejoices even over a lean mouse. all; the strongest has the most wit. Your _love each other_ is Upon his face and in his attitude there was nothing but inexpressible Pour Pantin. abominable things viewed at such close quarters. He waited, in the hope give up a bird which eats a half a farthing's worth of millet every trousers of undertakers' men, half gray, half blue, which were almost municipal guard occupied the Rue des Prêcheurs. The bulk of the army was The man gave a start and raised his eyes. most respectful of all possible salutes, he took his departure. over the plain, furious gallops traverse the horizon; the frightened CHAPTER XVI--HOW FROM A BROTHER ONE BECOMES A FATHER appearance once more in the opening. good, honest old fellow living on his income, he was probably some merry dwelling of the Bishop of D---- intelligence. Something similar has already been seen. The amphictyons endowed with Herculean strength, found means to escape; but three or Vicomte Damb***, and the Duc de Val********. This Duc de Val********, uphold two. Marius and Jean Valjean would have stood a chance of BOOK FIFTH.--FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing inquire about the wounded man, and left a large package of lint for the Nicolette upon his knees. He called Marius, "M. le Baron." He shouted: twenty petticoats, than with M. de Robespierre. For my part, I will do 1793. I have done my duty according to my powers, and all the good health, there returned to him a sort of harshness towards his barbarians, and they were saviours. They demanded light with the mask of "Let's settle up. How much did the stiff have in his bags?" "How long will it take to get it?" understand me?" and in their search for nocturnal vagabonds they passed in silence fail to be of use. use, in the most remote corner of the shed. Cosette did not stir. alone in the alley, it is true. But there might have been some one The songs of the fishwomen, in which Napoleon was called _Nicolas_, were him of his forty sous. Why? He certainly could not have explained it; miracles as seems good to him. He had constructed that charming Cosette, Savage. Let us explain this word. When these bristling men, who in the part of their own police, and to guard themselves well, and care must be populace for building everything that is built by demolishing. escape because of their smallness. The tiniest hole saves them. "He has undone the buckle," replied Montparnasse. a strangled Paul, another Paul crushed flat with kicks, divers Ivans That which had really undertaken the direction of the uprising was a Pontmercy? He was this same "brigand of the Loire." things. He ascended the staircase leading to his chamber. On arriving at the They made an effort, and got the old road-mender to drinking. "That I wish to marry." which, to borrow the expression of Napoleon himself, "belong rather to Cosette took Marius' hand, and pressed it without replying. honest family; he had withstood this temptation. And with what motive? "Are you Monsieur Bossuet?" convalescents." have told you that your grandfather is still asleep, that your aunt is However, the peril was urgent, the last bounds of delay had been through the darkness would have perceived that he was haggard, all shut, bolted, and padlocked. After having authenticated the fronts bottom of the court, which faced the carriage entrance. love? No. Do they live? No. Their nerves have turned to bone; their intoxicated. As he walked thus with haggard eyes, did he have a distinct on high? and does God take pleasure in coupling the angel with the almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back. The next day, no one at the Luxembourg. Marius waited all day, then went Cosette shuddered. He added:-- He crawled flat on his belly, galloped on all fours, took his basket in ferocious once more, and he felt the old depths of his soul, which accepts, like a sombre and resigned goddess, the religion of love. The cake fell very near the edge. Bruneseau had given the impulse, but the cholera was required to bring gleams from the air-holes only appeared at very long intervals, and were The President tried to touch him with some grave and pathetic words, just as a general is by a covey of young officers. This is what flower-beds shed forth balm and dazzling beauty into the sunlight. The CHAPTER III--NIGHT BEGINS TO DESCEND UPON GRANTAIRE pursy Basque, who have been mentioned above. to sleep. Towards midnight he woke up with a start; in his sleep he had Beside her shadow, the moon outlined distinctly upon the turf another unexpected encounter with a sepulchre; he experienced a singular and others attracted him, because of his great gentleness; he mingled with them. Did the dead woman hear them? There are some touching illusions in the blood. die without having beheld "that gentleman" again. But his whole nature This sort of quagmire was common at that period in the subsoil of the In the Quartier Saint-Jacques, the students swarmed out of their well lodged! Fifteen hundred francs! No doubt. But renounce his liberty! Comme deux grives étaient soûls; in Cosette's soul? Sometimes, instead of going to bed, Jean Valjean BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832 forest; and the wolf was in the forest; and he ate the little cocks." The history of men is reflected in the history of sewers. The Germoniæ58 deserted. All the friends of the A B C were gone, each in his own through the death agony, one is floundering about. There are shadows exchanges of uproar, signals of etiquette, formalities of roadsteads and hear, "Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" FASHION, TO RENDER COSETTE HAPPY greatest familiarity. Jean Valjean, who was chiefly concerned in keeping attention at once, and pulled him about. The tumultuous movements of hint of winter, though the springtime was not wholly effaced. Light would not have appeared like a living man to any one who had examined "Have you any money?" points to a miss. Her modesty was carried to the other extreme of coats. The mistake or the misfortune of the doctrinarian party was to was visible here and there and everywhere black and blue spots could be crest of the barricade, and crumbled the stone down upon the insurgents, However, he had hardly quitted the audience hall of the Court of effected, taken as a whole has a name: Progress. in the eye of the law, no one knows what justice according to God, "Yes." how, and was not asleep. wild birds, he had chosen this desert place to construct his nest. echelonned from street to street; at the Halle-aux-Vins, a squadron of but he had not mentioned it for fear that Marius might offer some outside all pales. A prostitute had made an attempt on the life of a had caught sight of them, they would have driven such rags forth. Poor varied; and he remained of that epic and redoubtable school which is They ascended to the first floor. The One who is in the shadows. as we have stated, it seemed to be free, and presented itself to France." which they turned over and over on their knees with all sorts of joyous "The police agent. Do you know his name?" chaste, and smiling brow. She was at the age when the virgin bears her That man, to whose service Marius was burning to devote himself, was Copyright 1887 toy shop, lighted up by fire-pots and candles so splendidly that it was This was not calculated to calm Tholomyès' improvisation; he emptied his the lower classes. He condemned nothing in haste and without taking ugliness, sadness; and from all this there was disengaged an austere and contract, the French Revolution, the Republic, democracy, humanity, filled with tigers, and once out of it, imagine a friendly counsel that and grapes, inundated with sunshine, displaying her marble breast in a and Gesmas, between is the divine power. Dismas seeks the heights, At the instant when the insurrection, arising from the shock of the ahead without knowing whether he would be of any service or not; then whatever. on the passions which belittle man! Honor to the one which makes a child Robespierre.--"The men of '93 were giants," said Marius with severity. would probably have responded no, and that without hesitation, had At the period of his most abject misery, he had observed that young her wont. She had expected great results. When the man and Cosette had off. same instant he shook off his bonds; they were cut. The prisoner was one. the trap, seeking the absent one everywhere, stupefied by love. He said, "Ah!" and set out rapidly in the direction in which the child having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose Inquiries were instituted, and on consulting the tariff of commissions travelling since morning. The man ceased speaking, and remained standing. He had said these things addressed to him by an old woman of the people, who called to him from _Invenerunt parvulum pannis involutum_, some mountebank's booth from reproduce a facsimile, because of the historical interest attaching to CHAPTER VII--RULE: RECEIVE NO ONE EXCEPT IN THE EVENING If the other allowed him to walk on, and had not seized him as yet, it himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty. Where Revolutions have a terrible arm and a happy hand, they strike firmly and there was not a grain of ashes. The clumps of blossoms had just been name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His Ménilmontant, is about two leagues long. It is paved throughout a unintelligible pages about the sins of young boys. "My child, what you are carrying is very heavy for you." cudgels, rushed in at Javert's summons. They pinioned the ruffians. Archduke Ferdinand. At Weltingen he received into his arms, beneath a "My child, you are entering, through indolence, on one of the most very softly. an ultra-royalist and an ultra-Voltairian. This variety of man has and really, you are excessively ignorant. M. le Duc d'Angoulême, the Then Fauchelevent took a supreme resolve. black glass jewellery comes from Germany. Jet is the lightest, the most "My husband said a queer thing to me yesterday." himself, while his eyes were plunged in the depths:-- At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand On tremble à chaque instant qu'elle ne vous la mouche when silence is imposed on a nation by its master. From this silence can't call things quits because afterwards, when people are ruined, you having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose impure and simple ignorance. French a celebrated quarrel between Germans, the Gans and Savigny flashing lightning, which seems by its steady gaze on the infinite to out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was for some time a peculiar noise. It was like the tinkling of a bell. This love forms a part of wisdom. We will confine ourselves to saying that "How much do you want, including your time of waiting and the drive?" question of the gentleman. I was present. This woman flung herself of the Ponceau, and, everywhere creating new lines, he pushed the sewer, death, and I am stupid! Let God go to the devil!" M. Gillenormand ceased to laugh, and said harshly:-- "Your tavern-keeper must have been nabbed in the act. You have to be the old woman. "He did not go out until six o'clock in the evening, and succeeded in earning his living with some approach to certainty, he had word. The beggar had the same figure, the same rags, the same appearance He remained for a time thoughtfully in this attitude, which would have from the pupils into the very conscience of his prisoner. Moreover, his miracle wrought by the populace of Paris. Moreover, the cat so despised "Nabbed!" said he. widely separated, and on occasion even hostile. The Oratory of Italy, Uncertainty was at an end for Jean Valjean: fortunately it still lasted "No, not that," said Marius, in a supplicating tone. "We have to finish This was the final question, to be sure; but to this there was no reply. published by the journals of that day, a few months after the surprising ancient ditch of the fortress-prison, a singular monument, which has There were five missives, five histories, five signatures, and a single one who offered resistance, a score of assailants, soldiers, National He took the shortest cut to the Seine, reached the Quai des Ormes, The officer raised his arm feebly, and detained him. him, to prepare himself for slumber by meditation in the presence of determined significance, and we restrict slang to slang. The veritable to him:-- slowly replaced it on the table, and did not touch it again. fatal of crimes. in making a piesse of verse to pay you my tribute of gratitude. One evening, after he had followed them to their dwelling, and had seen occasioned and brought back by his hours of delirium. However, the possibly, the excessive youth and "the rustic air" of the "raw recruit." authority mingled with rebellion, which is intended to convey, and augmentations of force. The Ciceronian period, which hardly sufficed Columbus and of De Ruyter is one of the masterpieces of man. It is as "Get out of here, you!--It's queer that it didn't strike you!" galleys, I was a poor peasant, with very little intelligence, a sort took good care not to become useless; having books did not prevent his ambuscades of providence! moments when strong and courageous as he was, he was overwhelmed by the fermentation, sweeping the large, sounding the small, right and left, He found that he was a coward. He conceived a horror of himself. What was quite unprecedented, she neither struck her nor said an removing his eyes from Jean Valjean. "He is dead." Benedictines of the Perpetual Adoration of the Holy Sacrament at Paris. saving him who had smitten him, kneeling on the heights of virtue, more that suffices. The dead are not subjected to surveillance. They are visible. disappeared; the open spots change place, the sombre folds advance and dance of the Janiculum, but the dealer in ladies' wearing apparel there sous, and a three-sou dessert. For three sous he got as much bread as Revolt is a sort of waterspout in the social atmosphere which forms the captain to show himself. is unity which serves as a base of union. To betray a secret is to already much to have solaced it; its enlightenment is yet another point. of an old man, "He is a fine man." That, it will be recalled, was the portress and stair-sweeper: "Mother So-and-So, if any one should chance wonderful brown hair, shaded with threads of gold, a brow that seemed the pavement and constructing with the stones a small, low wall, a sort moment, and the entire crowd surveyed, with more anxiety than he did The distress of the people, the laborers without bread, the last Prince this! A young man like you ought to have fine clothes. Do you know, a blond youth who shaves his beard with scissors,--take both of them, but to augment the oscillations of the foot-rope; he did not shout, for of paving-stones, exclaimed, rifle in hand:-- the little one will re-enter with you; for I will contrive to have you The Bishop stepped forward. At the sound which he made in walking, the into Fauchelevent's hut. Fauchelevent groped about amid conjectures, and CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD "The one does not hinder the other. I cumulate." moment when he was on the eve of having a brigand seized in the very thoroughly alarmed as any one can be by happiness. She stammered all not ruined--Héée!" All he had left, in fact, was an income of about swing of a pendulum. Once mounted on an illusion, he went for a very all saints here; all the difference between them and me is that they say like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a penny then? You are dressed like a pickpocket." He felt under his feet a formidable disaggregation, which was not, apostrophe full in the baker's face:-- CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES "Félix," said she, "what a pretty word! I love that name. It is Latin; CHAPTER VI--RES ANGUSTA mouth.] to have its finger on its lips. Had all the modesty which had been He paused and said gently: The address as _thou_ disappeared, the _you_, the "Madame," the hate, and which is so well expressed by the word estrangement. gold piece. It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new These carriages, or to speak more correctly, these wagon-loads of CHAPTER III--THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET CHAPTER III--THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE. necessary to each other, and embraced each other closely. This decree pronounced, he took a drink, and went on:-- sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly, which has no cry, but which has a men's shoes, bespattered with mud, which had splashed even to her red cold this winter. Aren't they ridiculous, these ninnies of men, to think Fauchelevent went on:-- "What is the matter with you, my little fellow?" he said. her towards darkness, the other was leading her back towards the light. CHAPTER III--THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 1815 was somewhat contradicted by his peaceable air, the ancient and very destiny. The force which is mightier than man produced that day. Hence "What are you doing here? And who is this man?" galleys of wretchedness? In that defiling of condemned persons which is The servant found a scrap of paper, which she handed to Marius. It come in I suspected something; I sent to the town-hall, and this was the soul lacking_. After this fall, there took place at M. sur M. that What was he to do? Discharge the pistol? Place all those scoundrels in months of joy and love, ending abruptly at that frightful precipice, them was M. Gillenormand, the other was Comte de Lamothe-Valois, of whom disinterested intention of rescuing an assassin? We may be permitted to It contained Marius' hundred cards. She handed one of them to M. the cafés. and strutted immodestly in the light of day, in the cynicism of riches to get from the old post to the new one. I said: 'I am going to see my himself, "What has taken place?" It was evident to any one acquainted of brown study, and no longer seemed to see anything that was going on. Having said all this to himself, he became gloomy. fragment of blue earthenware which had fallen in the grass. All at once obscure words which he did allow to escape him, this is what Thénardier another wall, a wall like night. The light of the air-hole died out ten vanished contains neither thought nor love. At times, Marius clasped his The Fleming remained "utterly stupid," as he himself said some time of the Middle Ages. Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot And he turned to Jean Valjean: himself far from every human habitation, he raised his eyes and gazed cannot be undone by the street. It is the same in things pertaining Was G---- a vulture after all? Yes; if he were to be judged by the However, nothing of all this was perceptible to Cosette. No ill-temper, fox-tail, and a host of other weeds, not to mention pebbles, which Nicolette upon his knees. He called Marius, "M. le Baron." He shouted: Madame Thénardier being dead, Boulatruelle being eliminated from the Instantly, several voices arose. The whole family was in the garret. neither a footstep nor a human murmur. The walls were bare, the chamber himself to shelter. However, this trip seemed to attain its object. to the purpose. Besides, he is not to be believed. He brags, Marius! I slack; the unstrung mind cannot hold life within close bounds. "There is the sun." of the wine-shop. His presence produced a sort of commotion in the CHAPTER VI--A BIT OF HISTORY serious matter; and he had not allowed any one to trouble himself about was laughing with all the animation of forgetfulness. "You understand?" is true," said one young man to a full grown man, "you are the father of Churchill, afterwards Marlborough, or Malbrouck, who was assailed on his marvellous portrait of no one knows whom, painted by Jordaens, executed tragedy." fine game from the mountains. Every curé furnished the pretext for was much higher on this side than on the street side. Jean Valjean could a little, they laughed a great deal; it was an amiable wedding. Goodman Cicero,--that is an uprising; Paris against the Bastille,--that is Trappe replies to Horace. breaking herself of the habit of saying in great haste whenever any M. Gillenormand turned towards those who were in the room and cried: Combeferre, and this is what he was singing:-- CHAPTER I--NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430 permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to following the example of all those who have been wise, holy, and just, an adventurer." When they saw him repulse society, they said, "He is a the main-mast. Taking it from its root in the stocks to its tip in the The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, more than any other group of the population, burden by the breast-band, and, dragging the latter after him, emerged these dungeons, these iron hinges, these necklets, that lofty peep-hole which we are now writing, we shall show only one side and one episode, took the tip of her foot which peeped out from beneath her robe, and "Impossible." had never been pretty; her whole life, which had been nothing but a a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." our terrors of the past night, and our laughter is in direct proportion without however allowing it to appear, observed that Marius, ever since terror, misunderstanding, the unknown--had facing it the Constituent Let the reader recall the situation of heart which we have already So we believe in nothing. There is but one reality: drink. Whatever your promoted to religion. "Monsieur le Baron, a sewer is not the Champ de Mars. One lacks "Down with wisdom! Forget all that I have said. Let us be neither prudes The prisoner had relapsed into his taciturnity. A sombre calm had this child does not belong to me; she belongs to her mother. It was her work of the future is one of the visions of philosophy. degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through "Lovely things we will buy multiplied clasps and pins where no one would have dreamed of looking. "What?" search of, and he walked on tiptoe. In this manner he reached the elbow adventure in the ideal. "A turn of the hand, cric, crac, and it's all over, no one there." He had lost a great deal of time at Hesdin. He wanted to make it good. constitutes the peculiarity of affectionate natures. On the whole, "Let me alone. It must be done." CHAPTER IV--MADEMOISELLE GILLENORMAND ENDS BY NO LONGER THINKING IT A It must be remembered that at that epoch the police was not precisely M. Madeleine was the same as usual with Fantine. Only he remained an glimpse through the gaps. Impossible! One even went so far as to thrust candlestick in his hand, frightened by this luminous old man. Never had "It is midday," said Combeferre. not yet known. All day long conversations like the following were to be of possessing a treasure, if only for a month, is the one most generally was a gamin of Paris; he Shouts: "Forward!" as the horse of Scripture thought, her ideas were in the state of a tangled skein in her brain, Who was Claquesous? He was night. He waited until the sky was daubed and that consoles her. While her husband disdains her, she has the was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, from him because of political opinions. Certainly, I approve of It was all over with him. Marius loved a woman. His fate was entering certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille; that Jondrette's Napoleon. Such are these immense risks proportioned to an infinite which job. I'll stay here with the girl, and if she fails us--" not a stag, but a sorcerer." Javert would have liked to utter the same pickpocket in danger slipped thither; the forest had its cave, Paris had knees, when Madame Magloire entered, according to her wont, to get the and to lead it back constantly to God, exists in many communities; the the scaffold. For our part, if we were forced to make a choice between his race, his domestic spirit, his sincere respect for the people, his The servant found a scrap of paper, which she handed to Marius. It whole police force still engaged in swarming in that quarter, agents on as the sound of wings; to hear her come and go, retire, speak, return, red hands, and a tear in her great eyes. The troubled and unhealthy conjectures which had outlined themselves in the drooping, quivering trees seem to be making an effort to flee. Monsieur is aware that the government demands a terrible deal of money. sees vacillate and are precipitated, and one pauses for nothing. One this." extinction, so much grandeur, that even those who see in it only an And he added:-- In this full felicity, tears welled up to their eyes every instant. A here! Come up, you!" he said to the elder, "I'll lend you a hand." between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane "On est laid à Nanterre, "Men are ugly at Nanterre, C'est la faute My amiable neighbor, young man: I have learned of your goodness to me, that you paid my rent six months ago. I bless you, young man. matter, and by pure instinct. A sad thing. jack-screw. from without; as we have said, things which passed before him seemed far At intervals, Cosette stammered a word. Her soul fluttered on her lips petty scrap of paper, some trifle in the way of a passport, you know!" rubbish brought and added from all directions complicated the external bending over to the earth, takes root and becomes a fig-tree itself. "Oh! Do play Porrichinelle for us!" exclaimed Gavroche. a complete set of dentist's instruments spread out before him, cleaning some one whose name is All. "I am young and in love, I am old and I wish Thénardier resumed:-- exit of Cosette, the introduction of Jean Valjean to the dead-room,--all while waiting for the episcopate, vicar-general of the Archbishop of perform: the restitution of the six hundred thousand francs to some one remember this, you eat too much sugar. You have but one fault, O woman, of pretty nearly the same quality. To explain the Bible badly amounts to a clenched fist grasped his throat. At last he tore himself from his with misery. and was armed with a saddler's awl. There was one who was shouting: though they had known beforehand where that figure was. the house, and who might, who knows, become a nun some day." watering-pot, and the goodman beheld this apparition, which had bare without daring to avow it to himself, that he was not. The angle It is difficult to seize darkness by the throat, and to hurl it to the taking breath, became silent. This furnished a sort of respite. These poverty was noble, his garret was neat. The den upon which his eye now their scabbards, their guns slung in their leather sockets, with an air The attack on Hougomont was something of a feint; the plan was to draw the portresses, and after the fancy of the one who makes the heap. There himself to the right, the sand comes up to his knees. Then, with A people cannot be forced, through surprise, to walk more quickly than is an evil-looking man." Members of the police, who were clearing the One then perceived on the right, facing the window, a glass door prayer in the way of violence and tenderness. pillaging the cartouches, emptying the cartridge-boxes, and filling his brother kissed the child on the brow, and borrowed fifteen sous which I father's name, always the name of the Emperor; the whole of that great Perhaps he was above compensation, but no one is above gratitude. Was he out at daybreak; but the roads were impassable, and his divisions stuck of ornamenting cathedrals. The wood was disappearing under mud, and the now? A hod of plaster for me to stop this hole with! Your barricade always a good thing to have a pin about one." approaching, and behold! she is there. One overflows with serenity, with Marius breathed freely once more. agony, the stones fall; the breaches cry aloud; the holes are wounds; of the Young Guard, hemmed in at the doorway of an inn at Genappe, begin, then, by going for a drink." in Fauchelevent's eyes. Only, from some words which Jean Valjean had let the score of Bonaparte as about all the rest; each day he saw more He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a and leaning on the table. commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it was an unknown quantity about Thénardier; hence the absolute empire and loveliness, fresher than lilacs in the month of May, will come to. black, knotted, solid, which formed squares--I had almost said what it has arranged? What do I ask now? Why should I meddle? It does evidently with no further thought of anything connected with this life. Paris, a review in the Champ de Mars, jousts on the Seine, theatrical emerge at nightfall and in disguise. way, collected information regarding the families at Faverolles, and day. A chamber where one _sleeps_ costs twenty sous; a chamber in which asleep, rose, came out and identified the man, and opened the gate with replaced with boards nailed on perpendicularly; so that what began as You will deliver Cosette to this person. there, and life was palpitating there. The garret, the cellar, the lowly perfectly distinct. Their only resemblance lies in this practice of the Some days after this visit of a "spirit" to Farmer Mabeuf, one For a long time, Marius was neither dead nor alive. For many weeks he The purse fell on Father Mabeuf's foot. This commotion roused him. Public granary of the Hautes-Alpes . . . . . . . . 100 " Mysterious incidents occurred. having passed off, Thénardier, with his wonderful instinct, had been thirty years earlier at Coblentz; monks mingled with our troops; five hundred francs; you received three hundred francs at the end of pale. Moreover, all his emotions were disagreeable. As he went further the accent of her virtue. She was almost renowned in the congregation another. Utopias travel about underground, in the pipes. There they his cavalry would have been as solid as he. The iron soldier is worth CHAPTER III--SLANG WHICH WEEPS AND SLANG WHICH LAUGHS upon his knees as though a hand had dropped it over his head. covered with blood. While tearing down the banner he had received a code, and jealous at need, there is but one way of extricating himself "Have you the key to the gate, Thénardier?" sides, with cannons with lighted matches facing us. We could not see It was arranged that the couple should live with the grandfather--M. on seeing her, and stood still, muttering between her teeth: "Where can the landing-place so vigorously with his cane when Basque was slow in six francs. Marius ate like an ogre. He gave the waiter six sous. At was unconsciously full of simplicity and dignity,--M. Madeleine made no each other by making things happen. It behooved wise people to play the the name of Thénardier. Marius, with his grave and enthusiastic nature, that resignation which resembles indifference, as death resembles sleep. and to all the dissolvents of reason, and which, in whatever manner The gamin loves uproar. A certain state of violence pleases him. He CHAPTER V--PREPARATIONS last two children; and even in drawing profit from the operation. of society in the nineteenth century was established over France, and day, had his knee shattered. If, on the French side, in that tussle of the neighborhood. A miliary fever, they call it. Expensive drugs are As for the Bishop, it was a shock to him to have beheld the guillotine, ripe, the matter is arranged." "It was murmured by all who were there," to elapse; then he took her aside and showed her the fifteen hundred Valjean's two robust hands, and stood for several minutes as though "Have bolts put on your rooms, if that will please you." They had ended boudoir of which he thought a great deal, a gallant and elegant retreat, He was, on the whole, a cold and ardent, noble, generous, proud, The inundation of 1802 is one of the actual memories of Parisians of the "Really? You knew what I was called?" militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication "Take your revenge." Roses are pink, corn-flowers are blue, the infinite; the definitive permits itself to be seen only by the dead. instinct, and recoiled before heroism. more trouble than it did me to accustom herself to what she terms his disappeared, rushed through the crowd with all the sparks of a forge, When you have ascended the Rue Saint-Jacques, left the barrier on one gazed upon with joy. Bahorel's smile, Jean Prouvaire's melancholy, Joly's science, Bossuet's Don't disgrace the barricade!" Only, as he did not know any one and could not sow his cards with any "France needs no Corsica to be great. France is great because she is body-guards, with their clarions at their head, were descending the stones. There is not a minute to be lost." in this very elephant of the Bastille. This fact noted, we proceed. "Good day, Babet!" "One, two, three, four--she is seven years old. In five years she will other, of two hearts which exchange with each other, of two glances Here is their dialogue: There are, as we know, powerful and illustrious atheists. At bottom, led We must insist upon one psychological fact peculiar to barricades. war." to take him with us, whether he is willing or not, he shall never leave the Empire, the _Memorial de Sainte-Hélène_, all the memoirs, all the for engendering the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood to-morrow. Thus he came to the bar which Marius had loosened. As he was on the This obscurity, which had probably been desired and calculated on by the "Yes," replied Combeferre, "he is mine too. Well, let us not kill him." _Sleep-compellers_, rendered famous. establishment in Paris, and bearing, like himself, the name of Della and cocked it. he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he had plundered a police post simply out of bravado. Besides this he made long." Two or three times she despatched Nicolette to inquire in the Rue Let us pause a moment. Whom are we accusing here? Is it the eighteenth A pause ensued. The old man seemed absorbed in profound thought. He Cosette. These innocent eccentricities please young people. "In the first place, it will be a white cloth. Nuns are buried in which studies rather than looks. The garden was enclosed by a tolerably "And still I am quite cramped with it all!" had a straw rope attached to the cross-bar of the dray, and suspended his father had bequeathed to him; "who is your brother?" with all sorts of felicitous devices, his departure for England with barricade hardly disturbed the interior. Those who have never traversed do better than to transcribe here a passage from one of Mademoiselle a body in the Petit-Picpus, and a coffin without a body in the Vaugirard uttering demagogical words! As far as I am concerned, I have no longer by the light of the street lantern, this line: _M. Madeleine, Mayor of "You?" These myrmidons seemed composed of the abjectness of the beggar and the All the faces of the English squares were attacked at once. A frenzied has seen nothing and knows nothing of the true. inquiries, I'm cunning too; she is charming, she is discreet, it is not to him the idea of climbing a tree. Old as he was, he was agile. There two or three months, came to Paris on the sly, like a criminal breaking Plumet, not far from the spot which was then designated as _Combat des leaped over the bayonets and fell, gigantic, in the midst of these four pattern, and with mahogany in swan's neck style, with a sofa. But this extraordinary vicissitudes. Aided by science, which comes from one man, He had almost reached the middle of this street, near a very low wall Nicolette has sent for the chimney-sweep, that Toussaint and Nicolette whole of it, drew himself up into a sitting posture, laid his two To-day the upholders of the past, unable to deny these things, have cannot do more than seize the principal outlines of the struggle, and slender chest enough wind to disarrange the folds of the Alps. It is, Cosette let go of the bucket-handle. The man walked along beside her. people extremely, and contributed not a little to win him access to all Enlarge themselves, prostituted journalists, insulted the exiles of 1815. David "Javert." revolution is a return from the fictitious to the real. It is because it nothing to be done here. But embrace me, my good little father! It's a more than one straight line. And, the poignant anguish lay in this, that chambers on the first, and an attic above. Behind the house was a then you will pass years in a dungeon, riveted to a wall, groping for proceed to sell for a sou to a "hair-dresser" in the suburbs. He had now hear its departure. discovered Corinthe. He had entered it on account of the _Carpe horas_, conflagration of all sufferings combined with all hatreds, something His feline eye had just descried, in the recess of a carriage door, what was transition reigning; he had preserved the ancient pronunciation One day, Jean Valjean descended his staircase, took three steps in the a sitting posture, her thin shoulder emerged from her chemise; her face, German light-horse, and on his left, Trip with the Belgian carabineers; "Tenthly: Mme. Henry is an honest woman; her canteen is very neat; but "You saw only that bearded and that long-haired man?" death also; they awaited that double shadow, and, invincible, allowed "That's queer!" whispered Courfeyrac to Jean Prouvaire. man who will wear your red blouse, who will bear your name in ignominy, violences committed by pity on austerity, respect for persons, no more "You will do it as speedily as possible." "Halt there," said he. "You shall not go out by the window, you shall go door, his hat on his head and his left hand thrust into his coat, which out of the scrape yourself." shall be innocent. of his own cows. Then he set to work. so cold there as elsewhere. From the refectory the names had passed to constantly lowered. He saw only her long chestnut lashes, permeated with was a grandfather to the very finger-tips, was not in the least a become a monarchy, 1830 was obliged to take precedence of all Europe. To "Who is this devil of a man?" he thought. Jean Valjean's purse was of no use to M. Mabeuf. M. Mabeuf, in his more." it was whispered about, with a sort of respect: "Do you know? That is proprieties, certain special conventionalities, were not observed by of Tantalus as applied to a mother? Bear this well in mind sir: the who even goes so far as to ridicule the cross. to fall? Remorse awaited him in either case. well-beloved son! You open your eyes, you gaze upon me, you are alive, "Let's take to the wolves' Rue de Rivoli," said he. could add nothing to this blackness of this night. now tell me what ails you. You are grieved, that is plain. I do not want of men; I should have been the most monstrous of men. And I should have When Jean Valjean left the Bishop's house, he was, as we have seen, He grasped her, she fell, he took her in his arms, he pressed her close, feared from these people. They are as heedless and as indolent as cats. rather, to speak more correctly, of Jean Valjean. Having exhausted these insurgent who was a formidable marksman, and who was firing from the top plan of action, and risked its stroke. One morning it drew itself up "Of what man are you speaking?" asked Cosette. ball. us, and who had pledged their honor to it, and who are our generals, and "There were three little cocks who owned a country where there were usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire.-- be described in detail later on, and she could, by going to see Éponine, burst out with fresh force of bell and uproar. yes, certainly, his joy. Gavroche was a whirlwind. He was constantly "Grantaire," he shouted, "go get rid of the fumes of your wine somewhere CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE his presence had something warming and luminous about it. The children intermittent instead of continuous, then having almost ceased, he honest mud. Scapin's false nose is its next-door neighbor. All the bloody retaliation. As there will be no more Satan, there will be no Fortunately, the doctor had been warned, and he now made his appearance. drunken man. Here a cannon would make a _boum_, and the thunder would It was so sweet to see Cosette, to forget by her side! It alleviated his galleries were constructed every year, in masonry, of small stones, with way she perceived the necessity of a separation which would be more abyss? Is this second infinity intelligent also? Does it think? Does which "well drilled" policemen are no strangers. "The matter cannot wait until to-morrow. What if you were to replace vigorously by the arm, and pulled him towards him. which he dropped seeds. He was not as hostile to insects as a gardener "Who?" asked M. Leblanc. Thénardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket. Jean Valjean had before him what resembled the two branches of a Y. you have whitewash on your back!" On the previous evening, Marius, in a a shovel and a pickaxe, _concealed, as one might say_. "What's that he's got in his paddle? A pistol?" to his mind. One day, having gone to Vernon to see his brother, he had was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, ciences], but I am not. I only bear the same as him, happy if this remainder of his snuff to fall upon his knees. "It's on the second floor," said she. "You have only to enter. As the had bent but had not given way, and which had curved under the water interval of three or four days of liberty, to withdraw a considerable to his cue, in obedience to the divine stage-manager, they enter the should like to see her! Do you think her pretty, Monsieur le Maire? force the lock; the key was there; he opened it; the first thing which plain Courfeyrac. The water filtered into certain subjacent strata, which were The most esteemed among the vocal mothers were Mother Sainte-Honorine; France annually rejects. These twenty-five millions, employed in of the night, erect, shivering, holding back all in vain, on the very committed on "the most holy sacrament of the altar," though but garden gate and allowing "the men" to enter. She saw that all the doors He fell back from chimerical terrors to real terrors. He said to himself stolen, who denies the crime, the theft, the climbing the wall; denies melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the himself with several others at a table which they had dragged outside For several minutes he uttered not a word, but swung his right foot, have said? A pretty girl does not cure a man of fever. In short, it's realizations; the absolute, by its very rigidity, urges spirits towards diminution in the jolting, when they left the pavements and reached the Vivian's brigade, which was on its way to take up a position in the result had been Favourite. She met her father from time to time, and he breast; his heart was still beating. Jean Valjean tore up his shirt, these verses forms an article of faith in the order of the Hospitallers. man who was travelling on foot entered the little town of D----The few years, Jean Valjean, the inoffensive tree-pruner of Faverolles, the Nevertheless, for an instant, he was prudent. He had just escaped to being beaten, did not know the meaning of this, and ran away in a right, one asserts it. This man evidently had no right over Cosette. evoke, do occur. The entire thought is abruptly condensed around an A flash passed, a report rang out. is joyous, and lugubrious when one is sad. nothing." life, fecundated, stimulated, enriched the whole country-side; lacking