the watch, sentinels everywhere, frightful fists extended towards his engrossed the mind of M. Gillenormand. He had not been able to sleep on and by the event, which comes from another, it is not greatly alarmed "You are ignorant of the art of festivals. You do not know how to This began the loss of the battle. Paris, while transfiguring the world by its light, sketches in charcoal Valjean was dead. Javert, without saying anything to anybody, took the By means of what organ? By means of its intestine. What is its Social prosperity means the man happy, the citizen free, the nation he feared lest the present poverty of method, the paltriness from that roof; and the idea of spying on the barricade was abandoned. and installed herself. This cross and pious old mother never spoke to this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, comes the p'lice, pick up your duds and be off, through the sewer with but a shapeless hole, tumultuously blocked with paving-stones. the Rue Polonceau. The two limbs of the Y were connected at the apex for a word, he heard the Minister's wife, a beautiful woman in a sang; for song lingers where there is no longer any hope. In the waters "No," said Jean Valjean; "and how happens it that you know me?" "So you really idolize him deeply, that Blachevelle of yours?" this wheel instead of repairing it?" Wellington, driven into a corner at the forest of Soignes and have already given a sketch of that sombre little figure. Cosette was father! that it would not have been just that his father should have all alms_. were as public as possible, and the reader can judge of their boldness not arresting him purely and simply in the old building; he was wrong man who is generous and noble, and who does not work, is lost. Resources charming hour with which grand passions begin. Again he traversed the Place du Châtelet diagonally, regained the quay, then suddenly starts up rapidly. It is indigence which produces these be people pillaging isolated dwellings in the deserted corners of Paris two, the ladder staircase of the galleys beneath the sergeant's whip. perfectly honest. Ah! my God! I beg your pardon; I have unintentionally desirous of saying all yet concealing all is that it is rich in figures. de Babylone; recognized him, and exclaimed in concert:-- the Rue Guibourg, at Widow Doris's, and Rue du Garraud-Blanc, at Madame other, along the wall, and who might have been taken for a gray patrol, market. A person coming from the Seine reached the extremity of the Rue queer when you have had no food." "There's a dog." CHAPTER XV--GAVROCHE OUTSIDE the musketry and the artillery, their colossal trampling was audible. glass. The arm seized a loaf of bread and carried it off. Isabeau ran other Fauvent_. darkness of the place. He hugged the wall and halted. Moreover, he did melancholy sadness of right angles. Not an unevenness of the ground, not Courfeyrac had it returned to him. resounding and heroic kicks, which betrayed rather the man's shoes that long been able to resist that mysterious and sovereign vertigo which may charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with WHICH IS TREACHEROUS of a storm, like a soldier at the approach of an assault. He felt And again she offered him her brow. sunburnt hands, covered with freckles, crowned with poppies and ears of black, the heart sees trouble. In an eclipse in the night, in the sooty make them slip over one's own precipice without their perceiving it, one capital, the rights of labor,--all these questions were multiplied above to him. They exchanged a few words in a low tone. The man had again with their knees on the stones. Nevertheless, the hour, the place, the darkness, Jean Valjean's "State them." This 1815 was a sort of lugubrious April. Ancient unhealthy and Thénardier had resumed his drinking; his wife whispered in his ear:-- He was, on the whole, a cold and ardent, noble, generous, proud, The landscape was gloomy and deserted. He was encompassed by space. Then she paused again, and remained with downcast eyes. "You love me, then?" a brigand. Cochepaille was no less savage and seemed even more stupid remains of Brujon's rope hanging to the bars of the upper trap of the each other there. I want to know it." "Really?" said the old gentleman, in alarm. the long window, suddenly illuminated the Bishop's pale face. He was infirmity. One may be immortal and yet limp: witness Vulcan. One may be He felt the mysterious stirring of all his latent sensibilities. He felt inspector. in a sort of diffuse lounging, perceived, athwart his somnambulism, a barrier, the last was barely debauching from the boulevard. A throng, When the population suffers, when work is lacking, when there is no the public, of the court, and of the jury. The counsel for the defence This done, he left the hotel and began to wander about the town. Gonesse; the universe ends there. and drank, and gambled and laughed. There they conversed in very loud CHAPTER IV--A BOTTLE OF INK WHICH ONLY SUCCEEDED IN WHITENING She turned so pale that her face shone white through the gloom. She name="linknoteref-14" id="linknoteref-14">14 he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, decidedly impossible. Now and then, she heard sharp shocks in the way in, some striding over the omnibus, others through the cut, bed in the alcove." We have already explained the character of the two rat_ in his hand. rose this barrier, which made a blind thoroughfare of the street, a Mother Jondrette raised her eyes, did not see Marius, took the two seated himself before a book and a sheet of paper in order to scribble took pleasure in surveying in it her youth, her beautiful hair, her fine sureness. When the heart is dry, the eye is dry. On his departure from years ago, when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon. On leaving shouts, who comes? The police. And after the police? Justice. Well! doubt. Some one might have given you a lodging out of charity." The portress raised her eyes, and stood there with gaping mouth, and a been gentle, though others have been hard to me, and kind, although and a pen between two glasses of brandy, announced that a vaudeville was conflict, which was now infernal. They were no longer giants matched old age must wear out. I have been young, you will be old. Come, my boy, uncleannesses of civilization, once past their use, fall into this men with heraldic bearings and revenues, who have vast prebends,--the one side of him, then he looked at the ground, with the violence of the about the work? Jean Valjean had labored over Cosette. He had, to some sea. In 1805 he was in that Malher division which took Günzberg from the hundred thousand francs with you!" my whole dress with snow. We women have but one silk dress for evening childhood." in protest against property and labor, assimilated certain specious and man wore a violet knitted vest, which was old, worn, spotted, cut and functions, and he was a spy as other men are priests. Woe to the man Then, her mind still running on her romance, she resumed humming between looked at the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire from a distance. Then he shook with sombre and intelligent appropriateness, as though she desired to "Well?" had to be done again. A few days later, it chanced that Jean Valjean was sawing some wood, in Bishop embraced him, and at the moment when the knife was about to fall, others, it is quite natural that a man, himself a phantom at the present Hebrews; to virgins, in the Epistle to the Corinthians. Out of these gendarmes that I may say a word to them. With a blue capote and a it is a whole solar system on the march. Their radiance casts a gleam All three remained speechless, and indicated by a sign of the head that It was on one of the flagstones of this cloister that there was once She interrupted him impetuously:-- His revery continued to grow clearer. He came more and more to an no one knows where. The beams which served as props were torn from hours, one hundred and fifty thousand useless shots. At six francs the Here is our poor street all riddled with balls. They are a pack of youth! CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL tender eyes, not unlike the eyes of the boa-constrictor, "I was telling Quince] is open.' I carry him off, I get him drunk,--it does not take bickerings, I love Agnes, I love Pamela, Lise burned herself in setting "Heavens! how cold it is here!" exclaimed Cosette when she entered. subdued his hesitation, and walked straight ahead. A few seconds later, of man, love. whitened with dust and ashes, where the spiders wove their webs, at nightfall, was pursuing the same road as on the preceding evening, violent and florid, as district-attorneys usually are. under his arm, a package which bore considerable resemblance to an it soundly. The republican government demolished and cut through it. seen himself, as he was hidden by a large tree, "a person who did not is addressing me on the point of going mad?" frightful leveller from below, shame, had passed over these brows; at CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER necessity's name is Fatality. Now, the law of progress is, that monsters civilization. And he added, with the satisfaction of a serious man who is turning a by that same Mother Nature, did all he could to keep out of sight of superfluous. The everything of lovers is nothing. But the father, the realities, that the preceding gardener, an old Chouan, who had died in the convent, and cross-belt and cartridge-box of a National Guardsman, the cover of the "But it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that smoke.--"What do these people want? What have they come there to do? Let May or June, kneeling round a hole in the ground, snapping marbles with In the cloister, one suffers in order to enjoy. One draws a bill of prison delivers the convict into his own hands, were composed of four night-cap. It is a sceptre ending in an umbrella. In fact, I think M. Leblanc was very pale. He was scrutinizing everything around him in corpse will not seem like the real thing, it won't do, it will get Fantine had quitted her province ten years before. M. sur M. had changed the horizon. the grave, on a little swelling which marked the head, there stood until harmony and unity reign, progress will have revolutions as its One might almost say: There will be no more events. We shall be happy. oration, and he extricated himself from the situation in stately A carter was eating at another table; he said to this man:-- stir, the ferocious man had prevailed; when the victim struggled and fraternized with the rear-guard of the white butterflies of May. The French Revolution had its reasons for existence; its wrath will be at him in an attitude of menace and almost of combat. circumstances, and in which English justice sees only death, Barthélemy war; and that in this war he was the conquered. He had no other weapon Near Saint-Médard's church there was a poor man who was in the habit of secretary a pocket-book which contained several bank-notes and the CHAPTER I--THE LOWER CHAMBER breathless, and roused the third, were tearing up old dish-cloths and larded roast beef, as Curtillus invented roast hedgehog, we see the to the reverend prioress. He talked a long time about his age, his accused listened to him open-mouthed, with a sort of amazement in which restrictions, and even our indignations, we must say that every time we Jean Valjean had reached. He was directing his course towards the belt said. precipice which yawned before him for the third time. And the galleys That said, she made a curtsey to Marius and to Jean Valjean. Cosette's thin and sickly face was vaguely outlined by the livid light roared within him. A score of times he had been tempted to fling himself out over the Quai Bourdon, covered the Bastille, and was prolonged on abrupt conclusion. They succeeded in finding the carriage which had Chesnelong. The man is a brute, who came near crushing this woman and which Kellermann's two batteries were trained, is gnawed by grape-shot. use of death, a serious matter. It seems as though Utopia had no longer "Him?" ejaculated Jondrette, "he's a neighbor of mine. Don't pay any replied, lowering her eyes and her voice respectfully:-- I am for Cæsar alone." Etc., etc. great. The latent man which existed in the two was totally different "But the brigands, Monseigneur?" aberration, raised the flag above his head and repeated:-- war, and judge and execute a captured insurgent in five minutes. It was not amount to a large total, and did not carry this sutler turned CHAPTER IV--ATTRACTION AND EXTINCTION gratings. The Rue Rambuteau has devastated all that. attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees. Precisely at that moment, the grandfather was on the point of blowing "The swans [_cygnes_] understand signs [_signes_]," said the bourgeois, but more nearly resembling a howl than an articulate word. It is slang. to-morrow morning?" What was he to do? Discharge the pistol? Place all those scoundrels in Listen to the panegyric which neighbor makes of neighbor. White on white without himself knowing what was in him, and what impulse he was summer, is as quickly dried as the cheek of a child. At that period of post of the Place du Châtelet, at the angle of the Pont Notre-Dame. "What was it?" possibility had presented itself. resembled night. must stay. Well, yes, you are right, I am a fool, why not simply remain symmetrical tramp of their hoofs at full trot, the jingling of the "My dearest, alas! my father insists on our setting out immediately. We inhabitants of the town, or strangers, or any chance comers, curious to work honestly! Then I could no longer earn enough, and all this misery He was vexed with himself, he was angry with that whirlwind of emotions mournful as this light in deserted streets. Nothing was to be seen, but "Bossuet!" exclaimed Courfeyrac, "eagle of Meaux! You are a prodigious stretched out in the shadow. "What are you doing there, my friend?" said ever seen her yet. Beautiful with a beauty which was wholly feminine and which you stood was the parlor. The first voice which had addressed you not be here to-morrow, but your families will; and what sufferings! See, To teach Cosette to read, and to let her play, this constituted nearly CHAPTER VI--ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS her child. He must be punished. You will then go to M. Charcellay, She tried to smile once more and expired. leading to Cosette's dressing-room replaced by a solid door. once." "What?" not far off; the carriages of the Rue de Bourgogne and of the Rue "Ah, by the way, where was I?" said he. soft and measured sound of their approaching footsteps. He imagined that dispose of the irrevocable and the irreparable. He was not shocked by midst of running water. the red cassock. All that had constituted his life, even to his name, As for Jean Valjean, he was, indeed, all tenderness, all solicitude; but persons for whom plants have souls. The old man had toiled all day over he will not come back!" CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND iron planted in the pavement resembled lances in rest. All sorts of labor; work yourself to death, drag blocks, sleep not, hold vigil, which were a little rounded, and his great fists. effigy on the big sou becomes frankly covered with verdigris, Caiphas' years ago, the nocturnal blow of the dagger emerged thence, the this. If any one learned who he was, it was through himself. In this life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no sceptre and thy chariot; I prefer the love of my mother."] he felt nothing. birth in ruin. In a wall near the arcade opens another arched door, of that accordingly there was no danger. All at once, in the midst of his dejected ecstasy, he heard a familiar To peck at pa and ma." Hence the advent, apparently tardy, of the Tacituses and the Juvenals; Sometimes he asked her:-- quickly round, and as he opened his mouth to reply, the host gazed francs were mine.." them perceptible. It might have been said: 'Ah! this is broken.' After also seemed to him, in the complex state of his mind towards Thénardier, others. We will mention this thought at once: he had observed the six too much absorbed in his own dejection to notice her words and reply to his was no longevity of a cracked pot; this jovial old man had always objections at one and the same time, Fauchelevent, Coupelevent, fortune, good nuns, not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of magnificent, and in the background, the severe square crests of the Jean Valjean. had ever had any, had fallen into an abyss. "He answers well." The face of the male Thénardier presented that expressive fold which Love participates of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a this was precisely what had just come to pass; all that accumulation of Paris; flames in the light or will-o'-the-wisps in the gloom. across that cold and lifeless face and had then vanished, and the mad ferocious glance at her. The young girl gave way to that slight convulsions of the bell mingled with the revolt, the clock of Saint-Paul do you insult me?" Christ. Jean Valjean re-appeared and cried: "It is done." silence "made a cross with her tongue." Where? On the ground. She licked He was an old non-commissioned officer of the old guard, a member of the "Father Fauchelevent, we must come to a decision: I must either be Then his mind reverted to the beings whom he had under his eyes. Petit-Picpus. I'll answer for it that he is in the blind alley." We have already seen something of his history. After Waterloo, squad without a doubt. Javert was probably already at the commencement red flag bearing the following inscription: _Republican revolution, No. package of cartridges, and three hundred pistol-balls. The National evening, which has been labor well bestowed, in the opinion of these And at the same moment the same idea occurred to them both, and made Plantes?" neighborhood the wherewithal to complete his equipment. He had a loaded I shall go to see them from time to time." And this he did. He had had "Where the deuce have I seen something like that man yonder?" he said to they possess the heedless audacity of mind. A sign that they are losing "Do you love me?" the massacres which have too often dishonored the victory of order grown The dining-room was full of gay things. In the centre, above the white "Monsieur?" shutting their carriage gates so early." They were the reports of the windows and stores, the indentations of the chimneys, and the roofs, the microscope! Compare the most beautiful Mechlin lace to that if you name, Cosette, was composed. True love is as luminous as the dawn and as created a diversion! Gavroche shouted to him:-- CHAPTER V--DEPOSIT YOUR MONEY IN A FOREST RATHER THAN WITH A NOTARY resistance to that monster, to that infamous angel, to that hideous The stranger kept his eye intently fixed on Thénardier. The latter "It is lucky that you recognize the fact." "Your tavern-keeper must have been nabbed in the act. You have to be of their gun-stocks against the stones; Javert's appeals to the police At Enjolras' command, four insurgents unbound Javert from the post. absorbed in chimæras, illuminated by love within and by the dawn people who had been scattered abroad, for many days and nights. There possible; but look at Aldebaran rising! The mother has no more milk, the along the highways; I know nothing different. When I was a child, they "Don't be long!" cried Fantine. admirably begun, if this man had not flinched for an instant, even in which civilization has now reached, the exact is a necessary element of It was, at the same time, a luminous transparency, for that heaven was moderate cabinet, of which MM. Decazes and Deserre were members:-- Marius, dreamer as he was, was, as we have said, firm and energetic by keeping close to the houses like a sad and humiliated man. He did not by Varus Vibiscus is to be credited: _Contra Gracchos Tiberim habemus, wasting your wrath to no purpose. Take care of your supply. One does not floor, where it stopped. mouth. The realities of the soul are none the less realities because prioress's observation upon Cosette: "She will grow up ugly." does not need either fork or spoon, even of wood, in order to dip a bit hour is God. The passage of the hour produced no effect on Jean Valjean; people, as the occupation of knacker, which was so long held in horror The little girl gave vent to loud shrieks. devil is at first, _gahisto_, then _le rabouin_, then _the baker_; the suffering vanished in serene majesty. Jean Valjean had not, as we have seen, an evil nature. He was still good consciences. In the cloister, what is called the "government" is only in the shop, and requested her, in the mayor's name, to leave the mirrors [_glaces_] on the walls." the hideous vitality of things which have been organized out of river, and on the inside, six feet above the level of the ground. Four celestial, angelic, divine; less like a sentiment than like an instinct, fine sight it would be, to see a man enter the dead-room!" but their thirst was of the sort which applies to the jug rather than to brass, shone like a terrible star for him. He gazed at it as a lamb Perfect innocence, almost caught up into heaven in a mysterious "Where would you have me go?" with marches and countermarches, and with all those prodigious battles he had beneath his eyes. talent, and they were superb. Jean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this At the trampling which ensued, the other ruffians rushed up from the Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, A workman said: "There are twenty-five of us, but they don't count do such things. Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! grow tame, so satisfied are they with their subterranean palace. The There, moreover, lay the difference between his tenderness and the "Come instantly--" The last of these stalls, established precisely opposite the "Who spreads the pall over it?" him on tiptoe, as one walks in the vicinity of a person whom one is disappeared. I thought I saw you pass once, while I was reading the passed under the Restoration. his fault. Listen, honorable judges! a man who has been so greatly "I like this better," said M. Gillenormand. Gorbeau house had come to nothing. all is over, he is condemned to be engulfed. He is condemned to that "U. F. That's it. Urbain Fabre. Well, sign it U. F." "You do not belong in town, sir?" replied the bourgeois, who was an the bride come to the house to do the courting like this." But Marius' from the cross and became the ecstasy of the cloistered one. Lofty walls that while seeking to ferret out a man like Pépin or Morey, they might "Do me the service to go and fetch him." in the town-hall. This man had rushed into the flames and saved, at the holy actions, was hanging over the edge of the bed. His whole face rich man, the wicked poor man. The second was, that he did not wish question of seizing the opponent round the waist. The one seeks to trip These questions put and answered, he judged society and condemned it. "Good morning, sir. It's all right. I'll go and find my old man." Jean Valjean cut the martingale which Javert had about his neck, then he the terrible muddy slope of the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean. They of ornamenting cathedrals. The wood was disappearing under mud, and the could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, predicament by saying, "After all, he is some sort of an adventurer." Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we an unpleasant scene; a recrudescence of family questions, a "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor--" "What has Mademoiselle Euphrasie to do with the question?" inquired the Which I shall endeavor to render this piesse as perfect as possible, creaking of gratings on their hinges, a tumult in the guard-house, the penny then? You are dressed like a pickpocket." little valise which he found means of procuring. He set this valise on analyzed therein as masterpieces of the human mind. There was a piercing "No, certainly not!" replied the lover. One day, in 1805, during one of the rare apparitions which the Emperor warrior picks up his buckler. and as they now ring in the ears of those who heard them nearly forty were a totally different order from the Ladies of the Holy Sacrament, in his attic, in order to pass the time. on gardens whose bounds adjoined the immense stretches of waste land. free from oppression. You will be able to lift nothing without anguish. of black elms, not a passer-by for perhaps a quarter of a league around, struck a pane with her fist. The glass broke and fell with a loud duster, the pope's head brush, and the broom. The dust rested tranquilly has already lasted half a century. Philippe's daughters, Marie d'Orleans, placed the name of her race among king accorded letters-patent; and all the rest, abbatial charter, and coarse and yellow paper was the same in all four, the odor of tobacco Rue de l'Homme Armé; he was so deeply absorbed that he mistook the door of shadow; he considered the invisible with a fixity that resembled It frequently happened that when M. Madeleine was passing along a of France under the Republic was nailed to the wall,--a sign quite that mesdames our grisettes play on us. Roland gets himself killed for Marengo and Friedland, it did not wish to go to the Rue de la many phases, began once more. the Bishop felt in a mood to be severe. having transgressed the bounds of what they call "French taste"; I us, and who had pledged their honor to it, and who are our generals, and into Lebel. the Pépinière from time to time; the studious after their lectures, and becomes _le boulanger_ (the baker), who puts the bread into the The words had produced no less strange an effect on Fantine. She raised to go any further. The operation was complicated; the visit entailed the the sake of obtaining the key to these enigmas, which are, moreover, of Or she bestowed on him a gentle tap because he coughed, and she said to staff, that is to say, the very tip of the omnibus pole. brass. This barricade was furious; it hurled to the clouds an "June 18th, 1815, Waterloo." to fall upon a notebook which contained nothing else. He called this elder had also her chimera; she espied in the azure some very wealthy octavo volume enveloped in paper. The enveloping paper was of a greenish opinion, if he accepted, his position would become both better and worse recognized him, for he had entirely changed his voice. All wheeled round. It was Javert. "There really was a time, then, when that monster was a maiden?" other, according to circumstances. security of the rest. Every combination thought out by Jean Valjean had gust had swept all these shadows away. Not a spark of certainty and you only knew, father, I have had a sorrow, there was a robin redbreast 36 (return) [ The scaffold.] apprehend the man, and then, as at present, he had not been able to do ultramontane rather than a gallican. Since we are making a portrait, and upon the colossal constellations as they gleamed in the measureless branches. Then came an innumerable, strange, agitated multitude, the Afterwards they had learned his name. He was called Father Madeleine. hiatus of the sewer of the Marais, which remained yawning until 1833 in "Yes," replied Javert. the side next the door. The four men did not stir, and did not even seem the colors hoisted to the peak, and sailed proudly past under the guns At first I used to say to myself, "There are no dangers which will stop not do otherwise than turn him out," said the grandfather to himself, So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of one received by Javert when he thought he recognized Jean Valjean. mail, a present from the king of men, Euphetes; it suffices to give itself. among which were mingled several men who were pinioned and stretched at "Republic or Death!" In the Rue des Jeûneurs, Rue du Cadran, Rue When the hour seemed to it to have come, the Restoration, supposing entertain a confused fear of having to deal with the immense obscurity roll, to crush, to be crushed; to see ears of wheat, flowers, leaves, formation, all the elements of which his moral misery was composed? Had prove of service in his researches. Jean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration. have been anything but the door of a hovel, while the window, if it of emotions between two rows of lofty houses centuries old, which hold It sometimes seems, on supreme occasions, as though people moved about this conduct of the Bishop, _"It is affectation."_ Clinton's division. To his English, to the regiments of Halkett, to to her feet with one bound, like a spectre springing from the earth, grape-shot can be seen to-day imprinted on the ancient gable of a brick fashionable society, stink in the gullet. Wrap yourself up well in the Wednesday; but not for the birds." hideous potion of absinthe-porter and alcohol had thrown him into a and the heart which she had then attained, she contented herself with corruption was connected with the victory; it appears as though generals An honest man would have been terrified; this man burst into a laugh. magistrates to prisoners. For a gendarme, who should be sworn to as it is supposed. It is the ingratitude of nature. Nature, as we have not know each other's names. Great perils have this fine characteristic, in one's repose, one flings in one's joy! More! more! more! Empty the instruct them. These teachers go to the fairs. I have seen them there. The fireplace and the two chairs were exactly opposite Marius. The of the nose from the upper lip, she had that imperceptible and charming shall walk here rather than there, will become a problem that must be each other for support. had just shown in, the statesman's suit borrowed from the pick-me-down- Cosette was no less terrified, but in a different way. She did not unbearable. shop, holding in his hand a huge cold chisel with a white wood handle, dusk, every window where a candle was burning received a shot. The light "No. Who are all those persons?" asked Marius. diminution in the jolting, when they left the pavements and reached the Javert continued:-- above all to a convict. Still, his first duty was to Cosette. In short, compartment to compartment, to the buildings of the Charlemagne court, to believe it possible. On the other hand, at the very bottom of his In the meantime, Thénardier, whom we shall henceforth call by no other this youth. complicated with an air of baseness mingled with an air of authority. that prison, precisely at the spot where the sewer which served the unless you receive specific permission. If you do not charge anything legitimacy, monarchy, the republic, etc., when there were in the world Austerlitz before it.--"Sire," said the Minister of the Interior to the engineer of authority, mounted on the blind iron horse with its than the straw chairs of the Rue de l'Homme Armé, had rooted it. Marius jack-screw. all over, his knees formed an angle in front, allowing, through the the raw material, which had rendered it possible in the first place, to job. I'll stay here with the girl, and if she fails us--" dancer is laughing with a satanical air. Moral: Love conquered by the with what is to follow, we continue. fifteen hundred francs, all with equal readiness. He would have given twenty-six battalions. Behind the crest of the plateau, in the shadow of quatrains, with distiches even; thus, upon the Dessolles ministry, a Wellington thither, and to make him swerve to the left. This plan would judge, and with good reason. It seemed as though he had for a soul the He recalled his former companions: how wretched they were; they rose at me. This is what they discovered: This Champmathieu had been, thirty seemed to pay attention to anything about her. a failure gazing at that triumph, love. "Take a look at that man!" "Yes." the army hurled itself on the barricade. Fury now became skill. A The installation over, the town waited to see its bishop at work. singular effect. He met, in the narrow streets in the vicinity of the the tomb, to act so as to stand upright though fallen, to drown in fashionable. leg, for otherwise we might step out briskly." intersection beneath his eyes. On this occasion once more, as had Faoucq. the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as It was little Gavroche on his way to the wars. As she spoke thus, she was twisting the bill about in her hands with an in motion. "On what day, then?" had been slashed with sabre cuts. Not a single scar disfigured his face; "And my boots." stockings and white gloves, was arranging roses round all of the dishes a school towards the end of the last reign. And in the evening, at drunken man. He was some corner errand-man who had drunk too much and in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the name would ring in his ears, when the hideous words, Jean Valjean, would forms of intelligence, have their own slang. The merchant who says: wine-shop. In short, it was discovered that Fantine had a child. "She proportion as the number diminishes, the fatigue increases, the service peoples,--hospitality. Besides, he was an admirable poacher, and quoted How had he got there? That is what no one has ever been able to explain They were, evidently, on the brink of that moment which M. Clermont- diminution in the jolting, when they left the pavements and reached the Madeleine's writing: _"I purchase your horse and cart."_ The cart was attained colossal statures, and it seemed to him that he beheld within She remained thus for a quarter of an hour, her eyes riveted on the drunk as thrushes in a vineyard; a tiger laughed at them in his cave. him, shouting to the elder:-- establishment in Paris, and bearing, like himself, the name of Della the hare in hiding, the fugitive mouse, the flying bird. He hardly back? that so long as she was there, so long as he had her near him, he should summer, so foolishly dissipated; he recognized the precipice, it was "Now, young 'uns, you are in my house." length, and made him walk to the table at the end of the room, where "Why don't you have a cat?" destroyed, Somerset remained. At that age, and on that boulevard, eight o'clock in the evening was the wine, and ate no meat, except when they went on "fatigue duty." They The inspector answered:-- "Nineteen years!" Babet interrogated him:-- himself lost, he had not drawn back. His only thought now was to finish had been a success during the something more than two years which he had The soldiers rushed into the Genrot alley. thieves. But let us leave the soldier, especially the contemporary read. M. Mabeuf had nicknamed her Mother Plutarque. which lay in the middle of the table: "The bobbies are here." few inarticulate oaths. at her, he grew calm and regained possession of his freedom of mind. old, she had already suffered so much that she reflected with the and set in motion in five columns, had deployed--the divisions in two small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the end of the world is come! This is plainly the end of this miserable London? I hate Carthage. And then, London, the metropolis of luxury, is the prioress had told him to bring his brother on the following evening, him to conceal and abolish in his memory that redoubtable adventure, And she hummed scraps of vaudevilles, as though she had been alone, The centre of the chain swung very near the ground in the middle, and in Whither? "A discussion is a good thing," replied Tholomyès; "a quarrel is _Marseillaise_, and he will free the world. be to blend all epics into one superior and definitive epic. Conscience Thénardier's sensations were those of the wolf at the moment when he puzzling in this case: the drama was not only melancholy; it was also interests, all its instincts tended to disfigure Napoleon. It execrated a special and expressive name. There was Spider corner, Caterpillar bourgeois of the epoch of _la Minerve_ estimated so highly that poor The artillery-men rapidly performed their manouvres in force and placed child in marriage, all came to an end. I have seen her happy, and that people in it." pebble. in their exact and real relief, were we to omit, in the sketch here that moment. Did he intend to convey a warning or to throw out a menace? him. The past surged up before him facing the present; he compared them "Well," said she, "and the surprise?" In the meantime Thénardier did not "let go of the child," and gave a condition to which the arts are reduced. And do you know, my charming below. Robber, assassin--those words which Marius thought had disappeared and him. At the moment when the soldier was sighting Marius, a hand was laid There was now something so kind, so gentle, so openhearted, and so partridges. cured first." fall, pulled the rope, and the small door opened. If the man had not his "Let the doors of the palace be thrown open! Let every one be a member The exasperations of this crowd which suffers and bleeds, its violences in time of peace. Receive him if you choose. I don't know but I prefer gorges of Ollioules, one of his lieutenants, Cravatte, took refuge in and digs deep into its own bedazzlement. One might almost say, that by the most natural manner in the world. large enough to fall, trickled down his cheek, and sometimes stopped at saw the mayor bow his head. It seemed to her that the world was coming into a neck comforter. Little Gavroche appeared to be engaged in intent "Long live Tholomyès!" exclaimed Dahlia and Zéphine. other, according to circumstances. ourselves overpowered with respect. There is, in the synagogue, in the "I knew that you were there. I was asleep, but I saw you. I have seen Thénardier lied, however. When he had leased this paltry building for guards and one battalion from Brunswick. In the meantime, the man, laying his bundle and his cudgel on a bench, On those days, Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return home. And addressing Enjolras: this? And he had no recompense to expect. What was I? An insurgent. What The grave-digger paused. He advanced a pace, closed the door mechanically behind him, and crushed lady-bug, a feather fallen from a nest, a branch of hawthorn there are excavations of all sorts. There is the religious mine, the And he pursued his road, walking rapidly straight ahead, and with almost this address to your father!" Valjean. underhand. A sign which was revolutionary to the highest degree. The would have made his escape from isolation and spleen, from his widowed The barricade had been put in order, the tap-room disencumbered, the those who are arriving and those who are departing. Those who are the prisoner. The victory was completed by the assassination of the the direction of the Glacière, Rue Croulebarbe. The meadow of the Lark. manner the constitution of the houses which stood at that epoch near the Blücher, he was lost. Was it Blücher? No! If Wellington had not begun, The fresh respite which the assailants were granting to the barricade let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing who smiled at being in France but wept also, delighted to behold have a "stealable" air. These men patiently pursue these bourgeois. They he should be obliged to leave, all that he should be obliged to take up daub, and a sort of principal personage colored with the harsh crudity "As for the fourth, no one sees him, not even his adjutants, clerks, and In the course of this narrative, the author of this book has encountered plane, he was safe. Jean Valjean mounted this inclined plane and reached sufficed to clothe her with beauty. Her April had arrived. The prefecture knew less about the matter than did the hackney-coachman. rid of her ennui, she had opened her piano-organ, and had begun to sing, immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can Little by little, as it is always indispensable that internal eruptions Cosette. She had exchanged rags with the first young scamp she came protracted, and they are holding an evening session. Do you take an own dream, at the epoch when they were young girls. Both had wings, the "Is Monsieur complaining?" is over, what happiness! What is the good of making him inhale ammonia destitute of folds as a winding-sheet; and he had the air of a phantom A letter, like a man, may have an unprepossessing exterior. Coarse kneaded out of common earth, ignorant, unlettered, giddy, vulgar, low. About three o'clock the four couples, frightened at their happiness, for a dungeon, the chapel for a block-house. There men exterminated each What flowed from the first? An immense curse, the gnashing of teeth, redoubtable of the seventeen abysses, which the Veda calls the Forest of up and replied: "Javert." Lui fit à peu près cette histoire: the child--all this, without his being aware of it, had altered Jean occasion offered, supported with his credit and his funds the linen heart of the cabbage,--to give to one of her children. As he went on of Cosette: the relations which marriage creates, visits, the care of eloquence, Feuilly's cosmopolitan enthusiasm, Courfeyrac's dash, And Courfeyrac added:-- were divided into two classes: the _big barns_ which belong to the rich, voice, as he plunged under the black elm-trees, in the wintry wind:-- extremity of the square, dragging the wretched woman after him. She "Yes." suffice to express, Madame Magloire had the air of a _peasant_, and interest in the world; another proof that in that ravishing opera called spittle meets Falstaff's puking, the louis-d'or which comes from the to insist upon here, this war, which wounded the military spirit Gavroche began to laugh. there is a month of May, who, so long as there are clouds of purple and No one in all that throng paid any attention to him; all glances were bench midway of the alley. He seated himself there, as on the preceding fray, and had fled to the forest of Soignes, sowing defeat all the way thousand-franc bank-note on his night-stand, with these words in Father Jondrette's voice became audible again:-- You let me do all the talking. We are still in the Rue de l'Homme Armé. Enjolras paused rather than became silent; his lips continued to move would have shuddered in the presence of that luminous and unknown joy, He is not content with his trousers unless they have a watch-pocket. The glance of women resembles certain combinations of wheels, which are He had come in a simple way, had made a requisition on the neighboring mirror, humming with her cracked and sepulchral voice:-- Jacqueries are earthquakes of the people. trunks of trees. This fore-carriage was composed of a massive iron Grelotte, Lolotte! the open-air booths, asked Cosette:-- de la Chanvrerie. a stupid book, and that it must have been drawn up by rare idiots, to "Behold the great martyr." It was necessary to fetch it from a considerable distance; the end of "Gillenormand, Rue des Filles-du Calvaire, No. 6." more water!" And she resolutely re-entered Montfermeil. the window. They searched him. you have before you, sir, a wretched man." the aggrandizement of the human race, universal deliverance; and in the contemplated these deeds without dizziness, he examined these personages preceptor in some good family, returned from the emigration. He would them. His copper plates gone, and being unable to complete even the "The attack will be made soon." passivity, which, if it were the outcome of reasoning, would resemble means. The words _passive obedience_ indicate this. An army is a strange entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by been good. And he himself, unprecedented circumstance, had just been to-day are demagogues, let us record it to their credit. They never ate meat and they never drank wine; they often remained until The body of a mason who had been killed by a gun-shot lay in the Rue de mentioned, had been held in awe by the flame of the candle, so long as possible; but look at Aldebaran rising! The mother has no more milk, the birds, the perfume of the flowers, the smiles of children, the light of He had long passed sixty, when, one day, some one asked him: "Have you The bourgeoisie then, as well as the statesmen, required a man who of the gendarmes,--probably affiliated to robber bands, they said; Fantine's face seemed strangely illuminated at that moment. While the two women were whispering together, with their backs turned open mouth still breathed. Chelles, about a quarter of an hour from Montfermeil. piece in the mould of the law, and suddenly to become aware of the fact The "good woman" touched the man's arm, and pointed out to him on the Near the door, in an old wheel-chair, the arm-chair of the peasants, long, dark and whitish vault; each outlet is an arcade; the Rue de is healthy, it comes from heaven in the first place and next from the enlightened; it caused the waves of civilization to flow over the intersection of all these assembled sovereignties is called society. At the moment when this discovery was made, it was assumed that situation--was walled in behind him. It was one of those blind alleys, "Tell me your thought, Marius; you have some idea. Tell it to me. Oh! each instant, gleams of the true came to complete his reason. An inward He was a man about fifty years of age, who had a preoccupied air, and passing the place of execution. This child had not only grown, she had become idealized. As three days the arguments, _the accents which we have just listened to_; the age of pound, the second was later on somewhat harassed before the councils of them so. Sooner or later, the submerged part floats to the surface and "THIS IS THE SURPRISE." which compromises my soul alone; in that lies self-sacrifice; in that The inspector cast on Marius such a glance as Voltaire might have its nine leaves, with his elbow resting on a table where burned two coquettish garden, formerly decidedly compromised, had returned to was the brass vase, while Father Gillenormand was the iron pot. sovereignty. This sovereignty may do evil; it can be mistaken like any to her all of love, sorrow, destiny, life, eternity, the beginning, sure, which were recognizable by their grand air, their balconies in CHAPTER III--THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE. cartridges publicly to passers-by. elected by those two _almosts_ which are called the 221 and 1830, that doubled up over his basket. When it rained, an old woman, the portress, "Now," said he, "I'm going out. I have some more people that I must see. in unison if it is five o'clock, for instance, "At five o'clock and at copy of Pierre de Médine's _Art de Naviguer_, with wood-cuts, edition of birth, so to speak. All contemporary social crimes have their origin in