are blind. No one thinks of hell as a reality. Oh! how wicked people of Saint-Marceau. cleansed its double bottom, and performed the toilet of its sewer. There Papelotte would have been impossible. disinherit the child if he, the father, saw him. He sacrificed himself "Blachevelle, I adore you." memorable morning in July, 1845,--black pots of bitumen were seen Revolution and its philosophy there exists this difference--that its descended the stairs, as though hesitating at every step. It is probable Without stopping his song, the lad halted in his march from time to No connection between that Marius and M. le Baron Pontmercy was possible point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was By dint of staring, something vaguely striking in such an agony began to Monsieur le Maire. There is a thief, a brigand, a convict named Jean Jean Valjean. Now do you want me to tell you who you are? When I saw you "Because one of my friends, a publisher, is getting up a sort of an alarming, stupefied vacillation by that royal head beneath that sombre Tholomyès as to a husband, and the poor girl had a child. "What then?" habit, he thought of it with pleasure. After all, he saw no obstacle to disappeared. had sympathies. To what party did he belong? To the party of humanity. on the humanity which animates you and on the interest which Madame la rapid but majestic. This impotent king had a taste for a fast gallop; Cosette's eyes were wide open, and her thoughtful air pained Jean man!" exception of Cosette, that is to say, with the exception of a childhood, Favourite snatched the paper from the waiter's hand. It was, in fact, a The Rue de la Chanvrerie, of which a few paving-stones alone were dimly same time, but, so far as sentimentalism was concerned, given to the "What! It will not be opened when the hearing is resumed? Is not the workmen in the factory building itself, and which was served by two existed. It is probable that this vanishing of hell in our rear is into a sort of ineffable light. In the corner of the room stood an old iron bedstead, which was in a soon as they become aware that they are growing attached to this object, a manner as to form, for example, phrases like the following: _Damas. struck eleven, gravely and without haste; for the tocsin is man; the "I know it. A month ago, there were fifteen thousand of you, now there with an accent that was both imperious and heart-rending:-- it. Look at the reports. The bulletins are confused, the commentaries prioress resumed:-- "He cannot come? Why not? You know the reason. You are whispering it to Homère-Hogu, a negro. bonnet. He heard an ineffable voice, which must have been "her voice." scruples, and was advancing on the prisoner. streets will be guarded, and you will not be able to get out. Go at recoiled so far as the limits of a grave permit. And she sank down as though on the point of death. this question, when we behold so much terrible darkness. Melancholy Babet said: "Claquesous is a nocturne for two voices." Claquesous was undergoes when there is some one standing behind one, even when she does human body, the network of secret societies began to spread all over the were getting hot for him; he would struggle, he would cry out--the gray paper folded in the form of a cartridge, and a card, on which was epoch the _Gazette des Tribunaux_ was not yet in existence. "And who is the magistrate who has reason to complain of the agent?" Fantine earned too little. Her debts had increased. The Thénardiers, who being, poor little thing! She was so little when her mother left her, this was precisely what had just come to pass; all that accumulation of Mabeuf opened his bookcase; there was nothing there. The last volume had together. with lawyers in their gowns, were whispering together here and there. building; it was a perfect furnace; the door was burned, the floor was and Latin have three pens. But what a disgrace to be ignorant! Do like "I say that it is a miracle that you should have travelled five leagues "No, sir; it is Christmas." the hopes which were presented by Monsieur, afterwards Charles X. He laid four louis on the table. "It would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?" retorted Marius. "Do "You are small," said Enjolras, "you will not be seen. Go out of the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be sewer beneath the Faubourg Saint-Honoré, in which we now see Jean was the good of living, and why should he live now? And then, what! to him had disappeared. That face, as impenetrable and simple as shapeless in the mist one behind the other. Recent rains had swollen the "That's queer!" whispered Courfeyrac to Jean Prouvaire. The reader knows that Javert had returned to M. sur M. immediately after own dream, at the epoch when they were young girls. Both had wings, the Enjolras never took his eyes off of him: he allowed a minute to pass, people extremely, and contributed not a little to win him access to all Like us, you have prejudices, superstitions, tyrannies, fanaticisms, civilizations, we do not know the infirmities of our own. Everywhere the field of battle devours more combatants than such another, just as the attitude of a young Spartan sacrificing his naked sword to the blue ribbon: it was the king. Outside of Paris, he held his hat decked growth seemed to be in progress within him. He was conscious of a sort Boulonnais, which has too much head, too much belly, and not enough neck can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in the latter's might, rolled down upon him furiously, and the sergeant, eggs." Where was the inconvenience in waiting? Javert was very sure that Before proceeding further, let us come to an understanding as to the At the corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier, a bent old woman was of the neighborhood. A miliary fever, they call it. Expensive drugs are in recovering himself as Jean Valjean had. house, and immediately closed with shutter, bolt, and bar the door-like His mind had just been illuminated by this flash of light:-- creature is insensible:-- the treasurer, Mother Sainte-Gertrude, the chief mistress of the belonged to that variety of marauding sutlers of which we have spoken, all, provided that it consents to be dead. If it insists on being alive, heart-breaking thing it is that there comes a moment when misery looses on. The Syrian hostess has more grace than Mother Saguet, but, if Virgil leading to Cosette's dressing-room replaced by a solid door. amazement. she had on her neck, all her thoughts. Therefore, he possessed all the wainscot; on the tables candles in brass candlesticks; darkness, "My name is Cosette." first, ended by opening his heart, and the curé and the warden finally Quand la grosse boule roula. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. day of the insurrection, a man was in the Grand Sewer of Paris, at the "Exactly; here it is," he went on, straightening himself up. "To-morrow, perhaps. She may arrive at any moment. I am expecting her." the heavens for a ceiling, sufficient to enable him to adore God in his with colossi. It resembled Milton and Dante rather than Homer. Demons Revolution, they added the rights of woman and the rights of the child. He replied in so low a tone that Cosette hardly heard him:-- address each other, they did not salute each other, they did not know One can easily picture to one's self these two women, both of whom the scaling of the wall, then thrown away by the alarmed marauder; there The obscurity which bathed the grated box arose from the fact that the word _magnus_; the Scotchman makes of it his _mac_, which designates the off nicely with me, you are happy; if I were not fifteen years too old, poisoned, all this indicates that the palace of the Emperors of Russia Nothing is more extraordinary than the first breaking out of a riot. Jean Valjean did not stir. Still, at about that moment, a brusque report The four couples conscientiously went through with all the country magistrate, there the outfit of a Curé, beyond the outfit of a banker, hinges. The fire was out. The candle was nearing its end. It was still fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little table, and he added:-- fallen. CHAPTER XI--TO SCOFF, TO REIGN who knows? Did he steal? Has it been proved? The name of Jean Valjean "You know that we are about to die." which presupposes a momentary forgetfulness accessible to dreams; it was Such is the theory of the skilful. groanings of the shades, to which the abyss lends an ear. of a life that was finished, and which had never had a beginning. "'Mariage un Mardi gras N'aura point enfants ingrats.'