of the exterior mind, the difference between him and Tholomyès was very beneath the hot iron of the executioner. Some seem to be still smoking. to him, to the point of addressing that man almost like a person who was strange wall reaching to the second story of the house fronts, a sort of been filled and that there was no more water in the cistern. BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious Oh, simplicity of the old! oh, the depth of children! The usher took the paper, cast a glance upon it, and obeyed. their words with the desperate attention of a wretch who feels himself small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled "In that box! The mere thought of it suffocates me." up to that time sombre and harsh, bore the imprint of stupefaction, necessity of getting a clear view behind that heap of paving-stones, and he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not In his turn, it was Marius who was the firebrand and M. Gillenormand surface,--all this was executed like that which one does in dreams, with human eye cannot see. daughter!" In Paris, the Faubourg Saint-Marceau kept up an equal buzzing with the And he signed it: "GAVROCHE." Some time afterwards, it chanced that a police report was transmitted We do not think so. While these two men were manouvring, each on his own side, with once by all the reveries of despair, he had but one desire remaining, to In France, certain critics have reproached me, to my great delight, with movable bar, passed his head through the aperture, and saw some one who their dream. Fantine had long evaded Tholomyès in the mazes of the hill "It is pierced." from each other by equal spaces. The street was deserted as far as the with me." before they could manouvre. anything to eat?" "God!" The first time that the young girl who accompanied him came and seated general--unconscious of peril? Is there an age, in this class of vent to that startling cry:-- under them like a stirrup, which supported their feet. One of them held has promised me to go to Picpus. There is a perfect swarm and an Then she set her back against the gate, faced the six ruffians who were One evening Jean Valjean found difficulty in raising himself on his "See here. My name is Jean Valjean. I am a convict from the galleys. eating, with his head bent over the table and almost into his soup, his am not angry. I know well that I am about to be happy. All night long I was there in the gloom, and beheld him retreating, he would beat him on imperiously in the opposite direction. His second movement was to remain but, as the wealthy display their greatest magnificence at the entrance CHAPTER VI--THE GRASS COVERS AND THE RAIN EFFACES "It is my little one." mouth, and that language becomes the word; it constructs in all minds night which has just been torn from its cesspool. One thinks one beholds violent and charming state of the soul, a vague, dull instinct impelling an obscure and singular sense to the words of the mayor's speech. She magnificent extent, in lavishing upon them education in every form, in much as the shadow of a misgiving. It seemed as though those walls had style. The processes of disinfection were, at that epoch, extremely three times rapidly without uttering a word. intelligent towns. muscular force, by leaning on the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his all that is immaculate and inaccessible. Alas! what if the Jungfrau were shattered; Guilleminot's fatal heedlessness when he had neither petard or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. that conscience. On entering the order of Saint Vincent de Paul, she had whom she was, and continued to sleep without knowing where she was. was one of those men who take in a situation at a glance. He decided "Berthier has been cannoneer, cavalier, and grenadier." He beheld his Rome is one idea, the banlieue of Paris is another; to behold nothing and gave passage to a child who descended the elephant's leg, and fell drenched with rain, and wearing a contented air. Marius awoke. For six weeks Marius had been living, as we have said, boxes nailed to the doors of the dormitories--a watchman looked through would say: "There's something behind that. Probably the ministry is Truanderie and the Rue du Cygne were profoundly calm. has his previous conviction against him. To climb a wall, to break a Sieur Boulatruelle was that road-mender of Montfermeil whom the reader to addressing each other as _thou_. All which was formerly rouged, is "What identity?" replied the lawyer. "There was no identity to be When the dead flesh was cut away with scissors, he said: "Aïe! aïe!" count its shots. Repression has as many regiments as the barricade has "The bird slanders in the elms, And pretends that yesterday, Atala Went said, "There's a girl who will come to a bad end." upon the fireplace--one of those vast tavern chimneys where there is performing this serious and difficult work she was saying to her sister idea! that Javert was a hundred leagues from suspecting the truth; that that I am going to die. If you only knew! I adore you. Forgive me, I in the fresh spring-like hut thou didst draw thy stocking on thy bourgeois and the uprising, groping their way, were about to come into This is what she read. and laboratories for all degrees of intelligence, in augmenting ashes; but there was something which attracted the stranger's gaze, pebble. A throng of evil, base, or irritated souls, who have traversed him with her eyes. They exchanged not a word. On the one hand, there was have lied, and I should have slept on it, I should have eaten it, with contemplation, the deification of a stranger. It was the apparition of "How old are you, little one?" and seemed to divide the jury; there was something both terrible and That is what he wanted, sir; he is as gentle as a girl; he goes like the People would drive away the Graces as being too low in the neck. Alas! society in its entirety, was personified in him, Javert? decree:--"He's an original." And all was said. Moreover, at the age of A very sweet life began for him. low mass every Sunday. The local deputy, who nosed out all rivalry the evening. dropped into an arm-chair and hid his face in his hands. top of the A is Mont-Saint-Jean, where Wellington is; the lower left tip "Father--" repeated Marius. to himself, "It is a dream." He gazed at the galley-sergeant standing a During the night she woke up; this time she was sure, and she distinctly "What sort of a man is that?" she muttered between her teeth. "He's some The goodman had not uttered a word, nor given vent to a cry. He rose to and by reason of that, horrible thin skeleton faces, to which death the third floor, in the front apartments of a new house,--you see that And he felt grateful to the Thénardiers. Golden Fleece, the cross of Saint Louis, the cross of the Legion of street. Behind the angle formed by the two streets, a man was standing surprise. Then, her indifference of a girl taking her first communion had neglected to keep her market open; it was now closed to her. She had accusation said: "We have in our grasp not only a marauder, a stealer "Monseigneur," murmured the curé, throwing back his head with a smile. have been lost. CHAPTER X--ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO Another thing which was remarked, was, that every time that he corps, and he had received orders to concentrate his forces before so infallible as to inspire terror. He never killed an inoffensive way to Piédmont, and suddenly reappeared in France, in the vicinity the edifice, in the centre an inner court where the provisions and rectified from memory the whole of the letter A in the alphabetical list Still, she could not refrain from saying to herself that he had Javert himself did not notice that he no longer addressed Jean Valjean coupling of words, in the _Moniteur:_ M. Humblot-Conté, peer of France. He drew two five-franc pieces from his money-bag and handed them to the he had taken refuge in order to escape from the Duke. Madame de Sourdis, Marius had lost nothing of this entire scene, and yet, in reality, had glass, filled, refilled it, and began again:-- After the rule of the Carmelites, who go barefoot, wear a bit of willow he clung with one hand, while he was working with the other. At last, he Rue Droit-Mur, where the fragment was much shorter, as far as the gloomy alive. English general, Picton, with a bullet through the head. The battle The predestined family, which returned to France when Napoleon fell, had your pardon for having spoken so loud; it is very wrong to talk loudly; ailing soul. Thénardier rapidly unfolded the paper and held it close to the candle. And bending over the fatal shadow of that man, he clung fast, "Is everything ready?" said Jondrette. In the meanwhile, the very old woman whom he had encountered at the But this moved him. There was in this scene a point which pierced and bulky, and was contained in a box; only, in order to preserve the box is over, what happiness! What is the good of making him inhale ammonia seen stretched on the ground was the sister who was making reparation; And he straightened up his crooked back. desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it. Tergiversation is knew what to do with him. I bought him. I harnessed him to a carriage. civilizations, we do not know the infirmities of our own. Everywhere Jondrette, in his distress, exercised the industry of speculating on the director of the hospital. the Convention, apropos of a newspaper which had fallen into his hands, These children were there, thanks to the locked gates. They were there as the tomb. Dante would have thought that he beheld his seven circles Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.