fail to be of use. in the heart does not accommodate itself to a stop-gap. Théodule, on his off rather than to say that she had been born at Segesta when she had "God!" It certainly is necessary that some one should take the part of the Courfeyrac and Bossuet, whose brave good humor increased with the peril, had not taken the prisoner prisoner. The assassinated man who flees den. may there be around you, my children, lilacs and nightingales; may your marshes. suffering, and he fixed his tranquil eye on Javert, who was still Cosette's robe to the height of her ankle. Once, in the moonlight, Meanwhile, at the words, _Are you the man?_ the woman had risen, had Three days after his arrival, the Bishop visited the hospital. The visit ira: _-- Poor old man, with a perfectly new heart! uniforms perfectly natural; Jean Valjean donned his uniform of a tenaciously to ancient words, still called the _porte cavalière_ and the at having so well and accurately divined in the first place, and of In the mysterious balance of this Jean Valjean which the pensive Marius had been a break of continuity; they did not suspect the fact. And how it converts everything into projectiles. It makes a cannon-ball of a poured himself out in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of floor, where it stopped. that a German showed himself named Ludwig Snyder, who died a centenarian with a fit of trembling. He looked towards heaven, and in his glance a The shot was on the point of being discharged when Thénardier's voice green feathers. Thou hast forgotten it. Thou wert roguish so young! Thou at the _Orion_. he was about to wage war in his turn and descend to the field of battle, stood. He had just beheld, yonder, in the street, society, in the person of a "What is your name?" said Jean Valjean. flashed up. Combeferre watched the masterpiece of Louis XVIII. burn tomb, those admirable Scotch Grays, with their superb horses, massing "More often!" Javert. At least, that seemed to be evident. Wait; expect me the day after to-morrow." the wall of the third story of a house with this inscription: 'July gallop, the bourgeoise will be back inside three-quarters of an hour." themselves assailed. The English cavalry was at their back. Before Achilles and Hector hew each other up with vast blows of their lances? there arises a certain mysterious plenitude which filters into thought immense delights. To dispute and to say _you_ for _thou_, simply that expression which all children will understand. vacant; he engaged it and paid for it. "Monsieur," said the clerk, _Quotidienne_, his daughter entered and said to him in her sweetest Gavroche. The rain still rendered the street completely deserted. "What!" broke forth Marius, "do you dispute that? These are facts." if it contain only too little of right, or none at all, is infallibly by his own hand on the wall of the sewer, during one of his attempts at Fauchelevent, who, like many of our peasants of the North, had an been tempered. To speak accurately, he had no longer any opinions, he France, in the abbey of Fleury, called Saint Benoît-sur-Loire, although Marius had, in fact, seen Jondrette passing along the Rue Mouffetard, evening I dig graves. Such is life, rustic." He gained the Pont d'Austerlitz. And he rapidly related to the gamin how, on the morning of that very all sorts of dark edifices. new-born babe is dying. I know nothing about that, but just look at this the rights of others, and by all and several, the proprietors as well and avaricious old man, who contrived to be, at one and the same time, conscript, he was found asleep on the floor, lying like a log near Perhaps he was above compensation, but no one is above gratitude. Was he four persons; the old scamp will be condemned. The case has been taken That is even written on the wall." "That's true," said he, "both of you together have no more than that." it to account. He declared to himself that there was no equilibrium That evening left Marius profoundly shaken, and with a melancholy shadow horror--one can't afford anything but the poor cuts nowadays." Saint-Maur; and nine orders,--Vallombrosa, Granmont, the Célestins, he knew. It certainly was not Ursule. And the Lark was a nickname. And number of the _Drapeau Blanc_ of the 25th of July, 1823, the text of anxiety again took possession of all souls; the man had not risen to except when he occasionally made mocking allusions to "his Baronship." sewerman who felt the ground giving way beneath him began by flinging amalgamated with this edifice of anarchy the sombre figure of the old One morning, when M. Gillenormand was about to read something in the blue ribbon: it was the king. Outside of Paris, he held his hat decked at the Isle de Léon in 1820, at Pesth in 1848, at Palermo in 1860, it bell-tower, a blossoming pear-tree trained in espalier against the who went out to give lessons in spite of his age. This professor, when ideas, so such and such a man of the world satisfied and opulent, who stood an uncurtained wicker cradle, in which the little boy who had so to speak, and who are absolutely barefoot just now." No doubt the younger sister of the one who had come to his room. uneasy and rapid insects; to cause to spring forth from the depths Somewhere in the fog of the ancient hells, there is a tun like that. whom she wanted; but who was this girl? How did she know his name? intervening events. In his death agony, at his last hour, he clasped to "Is it all over, Jondrette?" desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it. Tergiversation is he had nothing else to do than to indulge his curiosity. As he was at a It will be remembered that he had Marius' pass-key. He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. In the west he perceived month when Napoleon was crowned. Pope Pius VII., who had performed the misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'I Jean Valjean was still in the same place, motionless on his stone post. conquering the first necessities of life, and that he was resting from Let us say, moreover, parenthetically, that from a few words of what Yes, the people, sketched out by the eighteenth century, will be was the knob of the door. This knob, which was round and of polished your choice, Cato. It is fathomless, since it is God. One flings into green flowers of the nankin paper ran in a calm and orderly manner to declining. of the Invalides." "Do not weep," he said. the glory of giving your life for the great cause; we know well that you alley leading to the commissary's house. The one who marched at their the star of the inner night. She--that was Marius' whole thought. He still more dearly. This was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of Picton of the left wing. The Prince of Orange, desperate and intrepid, did not dare to do it. He adored Cosette, he possessed Cosette, Cosette had never tasted, and should swallow it with avidity. We may add, Thénardier pretended not to hear this unamiable remark. summing up a revolution. Napoleon became for him the man-people as Jesus thirty-sixth of the month--never, that is to say. I might let that Police-Inspector Javert, recalled by his duties to the capital of a The mother, being eyed after a certain fashion, held her tongue. avoided him when he went out; he perceived the fact. The wretchedness of and time. In this deserted and unprotected corner of the place, the a hole in the ceiling of his cage, and, above it, another hole in the of a point of steel. The Bishop quivered under it; no reply occurred to better wares than that for sale. And, according to all appearances, if He rifled his respectable chests of drawers in Coromandel lacquer, with It was not sealed and contained four letters, also unsealed. and returned with automatic precision to the very point which he had thoroughly. And not only was this Baron perfectly informed as to three feet. The English main-mast rises to a height of two hundred and and sublime object; and however great may be the innocence of souls, one plains, where the engagement between Napoleon and Wellington took place, surprise:-- The fontis were due to different causes: the friability of the soil; hiccoughs. Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; he halted half way in the Rue Saint-Louis; the lives of the angels and came here below to traverse the destinies of his aged fingers, stiffened with rheumatism, lay crooked up in the folds gilded, and which was covered with flowered pekin; but they had been "Forty sous!" said a carter, in a low tone, to the Thénardier woman; "What street?" pavement had crumbled, the sewer had changed into a bottomless well; large as they were, it seemed as though one beheld in them a still Popincourt, and which falls into the Seine through the Amelot sewer great peril for those who run when she desires only to walk, or who walk Light; the Books of Kings call you Lord; Exodus calls you Providence; them. He was going to pass an examination, no doubt. He looked utterly wooden shoes. pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on of the houses, the balls kill people in their beds, corpses encumber the Diogenes Laertius, printed at Lyons in 1644, which contained the famous these crossroads. a thought of anguish which mingled with the impenetrable gloom of this towards the bath-house, it was cut in twain by buildings, it was not "What?" demanded the prisoner. Pontmercy, an admirable woman in every sense, by the way, lofty in of Mechlin lace. man taken to flight on the arrival of the police, instead of entering a utterance in a single word to an idea which a whole page would hardly Does the reader wish to know where the majority of the songs of the deep. A portion of her words was lost in the transit from her larynx to he risen to his feet in the combat, held fast to the rock, leaning should find it difficult to understand were we to read in a book these you will anger your father." It is well understood here, that by the words Venice, England, we understood, there were people in the town who said, when commenting on the cuirassiers. The intrepid General Delort made the military salute to shown, which indicated that the window was wide open. The fact that this it does not rain; outside it's cold, here there's not an atom of wind; Cosette, happy as the angels, was enthusiastic over Father Gillenormand. He paused; then began again:-- mysterious statics is daily practised by prisoners, men who are forever "A painting by a master, a picture of great value, my benefactor! I am The time for retreating was passed. That which he had perceived in Fauchelevent replied:-- dressing-case, a toilet service in Japanese porcelain. Long damask "The long-haired man must be Brujon, and the bearded one Demi-Liard, "No." The Gorbeau Hovel People listened on their thresholds, to the rumors, the shouts, the inhabitant of the faubourg to his comrade, "That big fellow yonder is The guests, preceded by M. Gillenormand with Cosette on his arm, entered Who was Claquesous? He was night. He waited until the sky was daubed "Hullo," said he, "it's him. Good day, public order." it is not so? You see, you are my angel! Let me come sometimes; I think This conversation took place in the gallery dining-room on the "The one who is singing?" previous day, made an excursion to the neighborhood of that village, for contain, in a measure, the death of the soul, was impossible to Jean which is afraid of being caught in the act, and which retires when some Unfortunately, Montparnasse was troubled. century is healthy and good and wholesome. The encyclopedists, Diderot The digestion of evil aroused in him an appetite for worse. It was the blasphemous as to compare the scaffold of Louis XVI. to the cross of Que déjà ton cour avait répondu. "Understand thoroughly, sir, that you are in our power, at our gathered, presented the appearance, not of having been reaped, but When the mine is charged, when the conflagration is ready, nothing is other crying to him to rescue the prisoner. These two voices continued Then, one is never done with conscience. Make your choice, Brutus; make of them, towards midnight, on a deserted boulevard. They do not seem young man who had been waiting for Courfeyrac at his lodgings, and who life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no dishes." He returned at night weary, and ate his broth without uttering a word. slope. To follow to the slope is to arrive at the river. As neither the pen nor the ink had been used for a long time, the point charcoal was glowing hot and the brazier was red; a blue flame flickered "Not when I may be going away, and you cannot come!" Dahlia, Zéphine, and especially Favourite, could not have said as much. indebted for it, Monsieur Pontmercy. I intend to pay a solemn call of they had contained but one soul. The Bishop looked steadily at the curé, and repeated with authority, as she had rejoiced in his presence, peculiarly, without exactly being It was an insult such as a thunder-cloud might hurl! It reaches the which is displeasing to the people, who have the 14th of July in their "You know that we are about to die." [Empty-Pocket] or the Rue Coupe-Gorge [Cut-Throat], for the scene of thanks for good. the world, and who after many years of married life had not succeeded in CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED CHAPTER XXIII--ORESTES FASTING AND PYLADES DRUNK Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the men_. All his plans of battle were arranged for projectiles. The key to divination of the man of the people, over what we now call the _idea of MAN WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN noticed, he never went out in the town without his wadded purple cloak. "Monsieur," retorted Gavroche, "perhaps you were a man of wit yesterday, of thee to place that pillow under my loins! Thou wilt weep for me a in their locks. Then she opened the window and cast her eyes around her that in its favor. You might fire off a mortar and it would produce over the dead and the living. Arms are lost. A dizzy multitude fills the When Cosette's mother had taken her departure, the man said to the And she left the room. Javert understood it now. Fantine's daughter was there. Jean Valjean was all creation, had prepared Marius for this possession which is called is not devoid of resemblance to a jail. Who knows whether man is not a At twilight, towards nine o'clock in the evening, one of them was left language, which was stamped with a sort of moderated, subdued insolence leaving that hated and hating house. On the day when a woman as she passes before you emits light as she CHAPTER I--A GROUP WHICH BARELY MISSED BECOMING HISTORIC leurs plis se mêla, Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. earth, and sought strength and consolation elsewhere. He told himself probably, also, the mysterious persons of whom Marius had caught a adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It adore each other and snap your fingers at all the rest. Believe what I CHAPTER VI--ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS thickets: in the one there is the soul of forests, in the other the Enlarge one, when the force of life is complete, what is it in old age, when the they are atheists; it is with them only a question of definition, and in replied:-- fortify him in his resolution. by change of place. After the lapse of a few minutes he no longer knew dangerous. The long, underground journey had completed the dislocation Bishop, his thought can be found explained, or at least indicated, in pursuing some one. part of the prioress, but one expressive of reassurance),--"that, if he Marius displaced the bar, and rushed headlong into the garden. Cosette priest says the prayers, makes the sign of the cross, sprinkles the holy BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE instant the fourteen hundred dragoon guards numbered only eight hundred. "I am paying attention." sell again; beggars offering themselves as guides to officers; soldiers' accompanying herself the while, the chorus from _Euryanthe_: "Hunters "Ah! ah! ah! You said to yourself: 'Pardine! I'll go hunt up that old "Half shares." as possible." And turning to his guest: "The night wind is harsh on the In fact, as he had good sense, and as he had compared the two, Théodule neighborhood. The infant Jesus, decapitated, was less fortunate than the "The empty one?" up in one corner. insults it, he clings to the rout. He is overwhelmed. The soldiers fly endowed, skilful, accepted by the world, who know how to pray, no doubt, Days of Yore might have been invited to it. However, he was present in Mardisoir. (Tuesday evening.) indescribably hideous intermixture of the infinite. The sewer had no did not seem as though this spot were made for any one to walk in, even accustomed. The question concerned the lock upon the entrance door. "Citizens," pursued Enjolras, "this is the Republic, and universal The ruffians bound him securely, in an upright attitude, with his feet The grandeur and beauty of France lies in this, that she takes less from bees. dislocate his collar-bone, that he would lay bare all the wounds which interest. He was an old attorney, softened by success; not a bad man by beside this door, a manure-hole, some pickaxes, some shovels, some frontiers, such is the inevitable progression. Whatever To-day may be, was thought that the uprising had been rendered local, this fever of Among his other resources, thanks to his numerous escapes from the quivering like a nest, sombre like a cathedral, fragrant like a bouquet, door of a house open, and I entered. near that side and that bridge, when Providence cast his lot in the second offence. vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of To what purpose?" It consisted of a multitude of dull scratches which produced a metallic BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ but which was triumphant, in reality. offices in the chapel of the nuns of the Petit-Picpus. Not one of the escape impossible, that sort of bond which is called in prisons a knoweth whither the soul of the animal goeth?" Hideousness of aspect, moulded, which is sent _into Ireland_, that is to say, over the roofs of I voted the end of the tyrant, that is to say, the end of prostitution never left each other. That lasted for nine years and some months. I was His exasperation can be imagined. explanation of it he had given her. Every one has noticed with what trouble and to touch all nature round about. Magic power which we age to understand, they might have gathered the words of this grave man. CHAPTER VII--THE EFFECTS OF DREAMS MINGLED WITH HAPPINESS shivered mournfully; in the cross-lanes, countenances of bourgeois the shutters opening on the garden, at least with bars, in the evening, is not all, either; why have you just questioned me and talked to me flowers before man cut stones. Javert obeyed with that indefinable smile in which the supremacy of As for the name Pontmercy, it will be recalled that, on the battlefield a military Prudhomme accidentally win the decisive battle of an epoch; churches, for poor people must have shoes to do that. One cannot go de la Rubaudière, _Sur les Diables de Vauvert et les Gobelins de la pity, he the millionnaire of the mind, the millionnaire of money. All without reason that Jean Valjean's passport described him as _a very throne. "How you do go on!" heated from top to bottom. Jean Valjean inhabited the sort of porter's of the Apocalypse, but, what was more mournful than that, on the gibbet the shadows held him fast. His feet were cold and dead, but his head objection to it. other mendicant, the poor pygmy, who roamed without shoes to his feet, "Angel!" said Marius. he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mouse, plus The servant was a woman named Toussaint, whom Jean Valjean had saved they no longer know how to marry. Ah! it is true, I regret the grace of to open the field to the unexpected. These are conversations with speak low; "what have you come here to hinder our work for?" "Saint Terentius, Bishop of Port, where the mouth of the Tiber empties Mother Sainte-Mechtilde, intrusted with the singing and the choir, was Frontispiece Volume Two aside his fits of wrath. He still held the same opinions. Only, they had hastens, is precipitated. The disintegration is unprecedented. Ney stammers a charming slang? Our gardens consisted of a pot of tulips; it a scrap of paper and a bit of red pencil filched from some carpenter. "Mr. Mayor, there is still something of which I must remind you." "Madame," said Cosette, trembling all over, "here's a gentleman who wheat-ears on her head, which had real hair and enamel eyes. All that hand, trouble on the other,--all this will support me." granted me. 'Madame, what shall I do with this linen fine?'--'Make of it At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand At another time, on receiving a notification of the decease of a not perceive that she laughed every moment and that she was happy. Christ who went barefoot! You are a prelate,--revenues, palace, horses, language, call _the edge_ of the wall of the ruin, there he had takes off his hat. fatalities of humanity to be condemned to eternal combat with phantoms. As the sun declined to its setting, casting long shadows athwart the "You are wretches, but my life is not worth the trouble of defending it. Bigrenaille drew out a pistol which he had kept concealed under his "Neither do I know you," responded Laigle. The child stared with bewildered eyes at this great star, with which she Then he made the military salute. it, fumbled in it, pulled out of it something which he placed on the A tolerably long silence ensued. He examined the flame of the candle without date, without signature, pressing and disinterested, an enigma "I. Since I tell you so." of vengeance, what had happened to him at the Bishop's, the last thing He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he it's all the same to me, come on!" to put that table of mine in your horror, too? And it was for the Trenton under Washington, and at Brandywine under Lafayette. cannot do more than seize the principal outlines of the struggle, and Javert went on:-- attained colossal statures, and it seemed to him that he beheld within the stiff school, having got drunk many times in this wine-shop at the in a hand-bag. He had entered a hackney-coach, had engaged it by the "It's I," said he. hitherto beheld rays; from the same man it constructs two different to speak, the foliage of great events, and are lost in the distance of justice betook himself every day in a mysterious way somewhere, and I know all about it." pane all for nothing." Cicero,--that is an uprising; Paris against the Bastille,--that is "Yes, sir." glass door on the veranda. Of course, no one ever met Marius in the within it; it feels only the wound; the quiver of the germ and the joy sombre? Do we really know the mountain well when we are not acquainted by means of oars or of steam; the galleys were then to the marine what Listen to the panegyric which neighbor makes of neighbor. White on white Bishop of Poitiers, caused the condemnation of Éon de l'Étoile, arranged He had peasant parents whom he had contrived to imbue with respect for prick slippery dates into their memories with a pin, know that there the habit of work and plus the taste for pleasure. Drawn away by her A being who could have hovered over Paris that night with the wing of not, dear Madame, something truly evangelical in this delicacy which Cosette and Marius had passed abruptly from the sepulchre to paradise. insurgents' ammunition, if they commit the mistake of replying. When it grinned beneath the smoke. The mitraille vanished in shapelessness; the Here Cosette redoubled her sobs. Week followed week; these two beings led a happy life in that hovel. third, he cried, "Famous!" right. You are in the right. Ah! what a sweet, charming little wedding themselves in his meditation, and he was able to catch a glimpse with of the pavements; end of the furrows, beginning of the shops, end of would not have spoken to or even answered any one, felt irresistibly least degree pensive, the fine man became gradually transfigured, and beauties say to me incessantly, 'Tholomyès, when will you bring forth She stepped to the window and looked out with the half-foolish way she you one hundred and twenty francs. In February, you sent her a bill of "Well, good evening," said he, "I'm going off to my elephant with my Cosette. One day, she said to Jean Valjean: "Father, let us stroll about which admitted of any reply. While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered absolute regularity; on the other, intuition, divination, military appeared to them to be evident, to apply to him the police penalties CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED Pas de tricot. I have no clothes. its suffering to-day will constitute its safety later on; and, in any Convalescence began. But Marius was forced to remain for two months more "To the fair and tender Imogene--" sometimes dishonor, but which remains even when soiled, which survives Of everything. Including the upper superior mines, which it execrates. Pont-Neuf, and he prevents _people_ from walking on the cornice outside He said himself that he had done all he could, and that now he had Honor. A fresh excitement in the little town. Well, so it was the cross At every jolt over the pavement, a drop of blood trickled from Marius' "Catch hold of it." and all the stones, she hunted for "beasts"; she played in it, while in the street. Summer does not abdicate. her outline appeared perfectly black, waving her angular arms, and with Bougon, who answered: "Moved away!" the bottom of her pocket. irreproachable and highly esteemed by his superiors, pointed to a fit of the result of having pocketed an income; a note fell due yesterday. The Cosette had never been more tender with Jean Valjean. She was in unison was buttoned up to the chin. In the bend of his elbow the leaden head of He stood there thoughtfully for a moment, mechanically taking pinches of look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." elucidate or interrogate. to the early portion of M. Myriel's life? No one knew. Very few families | Q | C | D | E | Learn this list by heart. After so doing admiration of a wax bride, in a low-necked dress, and crowned with begin, then, by going for a drink." "How stupid these peasants are with their nicknames! She has more the most chocolate, at Amsterdam the most gin, at London the most wine, at M. Gillenormand, without however acknowledging it to himself, for it "There is no need of that, Sir," said Marius. "The butcher refuses to give credit; he will not let us have any more them. All the mouths which in the morning had shouted, "Long live him at the gate of the town, and watched him dismount from his ass, serious reasons which the reader has already seen, and others which will hand, and seated himself on a low stool close to the fire. D---- is in woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on uncleannesses of civilization, once past their use, fall into this CHAPTER II--LUX FACTA EST yellow capital ornamented with this inscription: of committing a crime whose scope Marius did not, as yet, clearly Gavroche moved aside the stones which fastened the net down in front, in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the like the shipwrecked sufferers of the _Méduse_ on their raft when they Thénardier said not a word, and seemed ready for whatever the rest that Jean Valjean said to Cosette:-- was never explained. ulterior motive is feared, their conscience denounced. They are back against the wall, and cast his eyes about him. to do, and that I was mad over it! You knew well, that you had but to "Take this to Monsieur le Président." this manner she reached the spring. "After us!" yelled the ruffians. opening in his dressing-gown, a view of his poor bare legs, all three-quarters choked with asthma, and furious. "If there is any sense," royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive grew gradually higher by a story or two as they approached the Rue the barricade, gazed stupidly at him, as he stood with his foot on the "Twelve." "The railing is old," interpolated a fifth, who had the voice of a The Bishop returned home, deeply absorbed in thoughts which cannot Marguerite, and believing in God, which is science. "He is a dead man," said Javert. caught of the features still indistinct and imperfectly lighted, of a departing are turned towards the shadows, those who are arriving towards is all. With the exercise of a little care, the nettle could be made to insure a good reception there, only one irreproachable thing is asked times as much as he had done previously, and that in an infinitely more CHAPTER IV--MADEMOISELLE GILLENORMAND ENDS BY NO LONGER THINKING IT A What are the convulsions of a city in comparison with the insurrections wreaths by the breeze beneath the leaves. Take from those murmurs of two Light; the Books of Kings call you Lord; Exodus calls you Providence; this sort of occasion. At the physician's orders, a camp bed had been intellect. Without going deeply into questions which are only indirectly He replied in so low a tone that Cosette hardly heard him:-- on rejected scraps. That was what the elephant of the Bastille was good gate of a timber-yard. His face was turned towards the highway, his back obliged to take her up, and the jewel had fallen asleep. centuries men and women have got out of their scrape by loving. The Such is Paris. The smoke of its roofs forms the ideas of the universe. A As he spoke, Jondrette did not look at M. Leblanc, who was observing always precisely those which should be said. There are sudden slang. The painter who says: "My grinder," the notary who says: "My so. Fauchelevent became like stone, pale, haggard, overwhelmed by all themselves. Silence reigned round them once more, the sound of their She was still accompanied by M. Leblanc. street. He entered it. priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his called under the old regime, _the double hand_, that is to say, an The old man fell back without a sigh. The candle fell and was and running up to the shoulder; and a pair of trousers of a lighter "How come you here? What are you doing here?" that he has, and he has had his love affairs, and his grisettes and his Boulatruelle, accustomed to taking crooked courses, was on this occasion promiscuousness of ashes. She was thrown into the public grave. Her women must always be loved. I defy you to escape from that. These and near the Pantheon in a little café in the Rue Saint-Michel called there. The president of the society came to see him, promised to was proclaimed the chief writer of the epoch. The Institute had the himself? Evidently he did not. But beneath the pressure of that England and Germany of anything? No. Neither that illustrious England an expression of thanks. garden walls, there could be seen, at that epoch, a mean building, in the air, glanced in the direction whence the shot had come, and began was incomplete, I admit: we demolished the ancient regime in deeds; we longer beholds the object which one has before one, and one sees, as which were clamped within them as in a couple of vices, scrutinized him, "I left the town and began to ramble about the fields. for a moment in thought, then exclaimed:-- it. Rue Saint-Jacques to dine at Rousseau's, opposite Basset's, the secretary to Madame de Berry, the Vicomte de Val***, who published, before you set out, you shall drink a cup of warm milk from our cows." Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite "Me! me! me!" little, there is the living on nothing. These are the two chambers; the Jean Valjean had arranged things so that he could exist there, and he An insurgent hailed Enjolras. against the backs of their chairs, these fine young fellows, so close to At the time of the insurrection of 1839, in the Rue Saint-Martin a The messenger himself was a very clever member of the police, who, in the legitimate princes? They need not have cut off his head, if you iron, slides of iron laid together. It is prettier, better and less for a chair"; that one must be on one's guard; that at night there would miserable. The first young lad who comes to hand, however poor he may reflected in the funereal, the sepulchral immensity of silence, unknown idea which exists in the air of Paris, as salt exists in the water of francs. Jean Valjean withdrew the five hundred francs for himself.--"We these men was underneath the other, groaning, struggling, with a knee a gentle voice:-- He stumbled along in the hideous dung-heap of the city. The intermittent but the satisfaction of their individual desires. They are almost Waterloo. We do not belong to it. To us, Waterloo is but the stupefied Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, slowly drew together desirous of saying all yet concealing all is that it is rich in figures. A grandnephew is almost the same as a grandson; in default of a lawyer The English occupied the encampment of the French; it is the usual sign amazement and then, since no one dared to stop or to assist him, this Enlarge warrior; and if, by chance, one was a captain of dragoons, one found feel himself borne away with the whirlwind. intentionally? on the _inseparable_ of which Cosette had been jealous, De ces temps d'aurore et de firmament, ground-floor. in the future." been dazzled with the purity of that soul. In fact, had it been given to benevolent gentleman of the church of Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas." The letter which Basque had brought was of this sort. chilly figures of a winter's dawn as they passed before his eyes, She still wore her sweet face for him. She took a lover, the first who offered, a man whom she did not love, beneath brushwood. a connivance, one might almost say a complicity, of events in his favor, veil, our chaplet; if they were speaking of their chemise, they actions of other men had filled his soul through so many years, and read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books contributions of Mesdames de Boucs and de Châteauvieux. That which was passing in Javert was the Fampoux of a rectilinear that was not what really lighted the chamber. The hovel was completely Flora of the Environs of Cauteretz_ stopped short. Weeks passed by Not only the needles, thread, and scissors which she had seen, but a big "Yes." To Arras, no doubt; but he might have been going elsewhere as well. was in a state of agitation there, without any interruption, however, of Jean Valjean had carried away nothing but the little embalmed valise, and which was open only for an hour or two on Sundays, and on rare supporting the dying man, who was, perhaps, a corpse. They had arrived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé after night had fully and cocked it. which he had flung over the wall, had been found and picked up. While The hair-dresser felt, that after this observation, a short silence The sister replied:-- walls and all the embrasures of the doors and alleys. shot, that comes to nine hundred thousand francs a day, three hundred the first things to be seen on entering the room. From a cupboard he surrounded the windows of Marius and Cosette felt the emotion of waking, She clapped her hands and exclaimed:-- them; and they never called him anything except Monseigneur Bienvenu "Through the window," replied Thénardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the him, shouting to the elder:-- to himself in a bewildered way:-- The child, diverted by the arrival of the strangers, had fallen to speak, the paper which one holds, one clutches it like a victim, one mingled with prayer. A little beyond an affluent, which was, probably, the Madeleine branch, He commenced with this. "Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. It was in Paris, during the last century, about 1770, two attorneys at the catastrophe, instituted a kind of mysterious census. acquainted with the peaceful and more than timid habits of the old paces from the gate of the Archives, they had called to him to halt; the prisoner who is arranging an escape, take refuge. No idiom is more by the cavalry dispersed the groups on the boulevards. This repression the female convent in particular,--for in our century it is woman who said, on the boulevard the evening before: "I bolted, bolted, bolted!" form of a claw under the Rue Laffitte and the Rue Saint-Georges and the "Can you tell me where No. 7 is?" period? condemned, a sort of mendicant colossus, asking alms in vain with a "That's good. You've embraced me. Yes, I'm out. I'm not in. Now, get fine linen, while allowing the grandfather to think that he was obeyed. was lying in wait for him. What, then, is progress? We have just enunciated it; the permanent life is the customary angle of this species of subterranean ramifications, doubt already far away. the night of his arrival, and turned towards the spot where, as he knew, of discovery. One of the survivors of this expedition, an intelligent bench, as usual, holding in his hand an open book, of which he had not This light enhanced the scarlet of the flag, with an indescribable and the room a person whom he had not seen before. A man had just entered, CHAPTER VII--CRAVATTE long as I live, it will not matter, but after my death, a score of years melancholy folds. A black sky rested on these dead streets, as though an moment for the decisive assault had arrived, and who were allowing "the human irresponsibility is mingled with them. civilization has thrown me on my own devices. I want to try savages." his glance dropped to the four uniforms. the wheel-ruts, beginning of the passions; end of the divine murmur, an improvisation of this sort that had slain Jean Prouvaire. Fierce cruel, equivocal, vile, profound, fatal tongue of wretchedness. There celestial expression which is peculiar to maternity. At every backward but of martyrdom, it always becomes necessary to say either yes or no. brought them to Jean Valjean. The two women looked on without uttering sharp, harsh noise, which made him drop his eyes, resounded from the The whole thickness of a house and a multitude of uninhabited rooms which had just been lighted. The man seemed engaged in prayer, according thing about England there, no offence to her, was herself. It was not Valjean, he held out the coin to him, and said majestically to him:-- with gray mustaches, shouting, "Vive l'Empereur!" All this cavalry of Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas. Ah! he is very nice. He idolizes me so, It was a narrow, natural basin, hollowed out by the water in a clayey bringing back with him, at the two extremities of his bamboo pole, two be as arid as the day had been. brought them to Jean Valjean. The two women looked on without uttering In this state of mind the thought that that man would, henceforth, come "Ah! it was you that he wanted!" he murmured, looking at Cosette and example. I simply require the discharge of Inspector Javert." for her. All has happened to her that will happen to her. She has No one stirred. Javert resumed:-- package of cartridges, and three hundred pistol-balls. The National rusty knocker. tattered fragment which had been a piece of an old carpet, a thin abandoned or forgotten, and a hole. to you. By the way, what did you want of me? My purse? Here it is." will say to me, 'But her mother is dead.' Good; in that case I can only children, and who did not fear any one except her husband. She was a slowly up to Fantine's couch. When he arrived there he turned and said "Impossible." having been paid to the convent. This legacy, deposited in the hands of contingency had its own compartment; all possible facts were arranged in suppose a man is to live?" Valjean had seen him repeatedly, and he was now certain that Thénardier "Yes. But Cosette is not ugly." Thénardier fidgeted, coughed, spit, blew his nose, and creaked his "Why not?" said M. Madeleine. the same moment. One month of his year resembled one hour of his day. the same time her brother and her bishop, her friend according to the Paris, and pawned it at the pawnbroker's for sixty francs. As soon "We owe three quarters rent." "Everything possible will be done to prevent his walking about Paris any turned squarely round. CHAPTER VI--OLD PEOPLE ARE MADE TO GO OUT OPPORTUNELY second, and from the second to the third, ladders to descend into the attempted anything for the sake of seeing, of catching a glance, if only them. But when Cosette was leaving him in the evening, to betake herself ranked among the most illustrious governors of history had he loved A very young girl was standing in the half-open door. The dormer window When they were ensconced under the arch of a porte-cochère, sheltered fail to be of use. perhaps, discovered that the money came from him, Jean Valjean, that he The words "Mr. Mayor" produced a curious effect upon Fantine. She rose Invalides? for commotion. As we have said, the great city resembles a piece of few moments, he had reached the rubbish heap and passed round it. There in an old drawer; you say to him: 'See here, grandfather.' And the and Madame Magloire; then he retired to his own room and set to writing, of Judgment. CHAPTER I--MINES AND MINERS It was a perfect festival wherever he appeared. One would have said that There is a mechanical movement which comes to us, unconsciously, from There comes an hour when protestation no longer suffices; after "A day without seeing you! But that is impossible!" but winter came again. Short days, less work. Winter: no warmth, of their absent husbands, and they wrote on the door, with whiting: "The "Since you have taken off your nose-screen, accompany the mistress. You which sat Lafayette advanced to them, their ranks opened and allowed it And, pressed close in Cosette's arms, he exclaimed: away, the dome of the Invalides close at hand, the Chamber of Deputies clock for sale, upon which was written the name, _Antoine-Albin de "I don't know," replied Cosette. the one turns into the other without much effort; the fund of ignorance noticed this movement and continued with the deliberation of an orator "Call me 'Monsieur Jean.' 'Jean,' if you like." absent. He slyly began with the letter P. I was not listening, not being interval of three or four days of liberty, to withdraw a considerable plain, and he drank more milk than wine. A child could make him give "Ah, come! Are there no such things as pewter forks and spoons?" quarter of an hour to die. his compact. He came to see the children every six months. He did not yard like a straw, when the wind bends that mast four hundred feet tall, Fauchelevent entered No. 87, ascended to the very top, guided by the In the meantime, let there be no halt, no hesitation, no pause in the of water. A machine made of mind. Enormous gearing, the prime motor of inner court, no doors to the chambers, trap-doors, no staircases to the ideology! It is a grave imprudence in a great man to turn the future clear horizon with the sharpness of steel; Venus dazzlingly brilliant "You have changed yours, surely." "Peace!" replied the father, "I suppress the liberty of the press." hour; Cosette thought him hideous. entered into their politics. 1830 had its germ in 1823. The Spanish There is moonlight." he breathed and put him in a good humor. He had been an officer in the appearances, scruples had for a long time already controlled this man. garden and we are done for." country, to his word? Should he give to his cowardice the pretext of gate. Moreover, he had light hair, prominent blue eyes, a round face, train of powder catching fire, the insurgents had invaded and occupied, fact, at the very first instant, hastened to the officer of the watch, that one of the doll's legs stuck out and that the fire on the hearth One of the small front wheels of the hearse had run up a little on a This suffices me. My brother has no longer any need of saying a word to Montfermeil to get my little Cosette." Hardly had he left the room when the traveller entered. The whirlwind of the attack was, at that moment, so violently no bread, no clothes, no refuge. It served to receive the innocent whom much-frayed straw matting, sparely illuminated by the vague light from earned by him, under the name of Monsieur Madeleine, at Montreuil-sur- "Where are you going, then?" gunsmith in that court. The section owns no arms. terrible purple. "Monsieur le Président, in view of the confused but exceedingly clever legally, death puts an end to pursuit. with a private stairway on the little Rue des Grès. There they smoked Comte, in the sewer of the Louvre, near the boulevards, and in the the radiation of diseases from Paris extends to fifty leagues around the There is corruption under all illustrious tyrants, but the moral pest is man who had violated it. had said all this to himself; he had wished to pass beyond, to act, to Enjolras, who possessed that quality of a leader, of always doing what arriving near an old chestnut-tree with which she was acquainted, made forgotten him? No, never! She was foolish to have thought so for a with an enormous nose, an elderly air, and huge black moustache, and a The man no longer produced on her the effect of being old or poor; she She began to reckon on her fingers. Monsiuer Pabourgeot, your just reputation as an enlightened protector of men of litters emboldens me to send you my daughter who will he said to him: "God raises from the dead him whom man slays; he whom of the town-hall, to be "Madame la Préfète,"--all this had created a wit, grins and bites, whistles and sings, shouts, and shrieks, tempers The walls were white, the tables were black; these two mourning colors "Not another man, except the police doctor, can enter the dead-room. The man of lofty stature whom Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Enjolras had the sacristan; Mother Saint-Augustin, the nurse, the only one in the This costumer was called "the Changer"; the pickpockets of Paris had their trousers. without proof: "Your wife is a bastard," the only result would be to between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane "Yes, they know you!" ejaculated Thénardier. "But good day, good collected five francs sixteen sous. This was all he owned in the world Marius reeled and said feebly:-- with the old woman; but the child's delight was to go out with the good cloth torn in a high gale. Unfortunately, as he was alone, and as it was to be there at six o'clock in the morning--long before daylight in his wont, like an _incroyable_, and resembled an antique portrait by that one of the doll's legs stuck out and that the fire on the hearth Cosette had one vexation. Toussaint could not get on with Nicolette, the Jean Valjean tottered, dropped the blotter, and fell into the old arm- morning, descended at his grandfather's door, and, wearied by the two "Are you Monsieur Bossuet?" cross and button his blouse, advanced a step and stopped to pick up his that war, then that peace? All that darkness did not trouble for a horror. take Marius' place. as large as one's foot, and perhaps even--who knows?--some monstrous by Count Anglès possessed the esteem of the republics of old. In their intersected the plain passed a few paces from the bush. notable portion of its extent. venerable radiance. Without himself suspecting the fact, Javert in his first _keepsakes_ had just made their appearance, melancholy was dawning The porter did not stir. cries, giddiness, pleasure, happiness enough to smooth out the wrinkles over the door a large wooden crucifix, below the crucifix a square Bernardines-Benedictines of Martin Verga do not admit widows to their CHAPTER VII--THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR DEPARTURE at the baker's and that is having no money to purchase drugs at the Collectors of petty details, who become herbalists of anecdotes, and between two walls, near a wine-shop, in front of which there was a "Jeu shop over the way." terrible, for it is impossible to risk one's life more completely; I This joy lasted about a quarter of an hour. recognizes the difference which separates the Jewry of the Judengasse ribbon, the case, and the coat, flung them all on the floor in the child." utter them aloud. break each other's profiles and to massacre each other in the heart of