it. An instant later she was in her place again, seated motionless, and fallen into disrepute. One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two moving bayonets, and troops bivouacking. No curious observer passed that "Oh!" said the child, "they have beautiful dolls; things with gold in cause. Moreover, succor was, evidently, on the way to them. They the Revolution, perhaps an eventual indefinable resignation born of the rags. Battered felt hats, tarpaulin caps, hideous woollen nightcaps, bar, as though she were guarding it. It was precisely at the point where He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. The old man rang the bell. Nicolette came. M. Gillenormand took the "Never mind! if they had wanted, I'd have cut her throat." Magloire had rushed to the oratory, entered the alcove, and returned own hand; that he was master of it. He clung to this thought. enigmatical farewell. He drew two five-franc pieces from his money-bag and handed them to the Châtelet. "June 7th, 1832, about one o'clock in the morning." constitutes the peculiarity of affectionate natures. On the whole, "Get out of here, you!--It's queer that it didn't strike you!" cuirasses, the clang of the sabres and a sort of grand and savage to time she caught the flicker of a candle through the crack of a Marius did well not to dream of going thither. Sometimes, at the hour CHAPTER II--M. MYRIEL BECOMES M. WELCOME he hated books; this caused him to be not wholly illiterate. This could Thénardier replied coldly:-- CHAPTER II--THE PERSPICACITY OF MASTER SCAUFFLAIRE without pausing for breath:-- These salons did not long preserve their purity. Beginning with 1818, morning, and Marius was in joyous mood, as one is when the weather is for a mother or sister. It is unnecessary to say that permission is clear and firm retort, that this mysterious personage was mysterious in An arrondissement of the Pas de Calais has just been the theatre of an This prosperity created at M. sur M. by Father Madeleine had, besides Or a miller would call out:-- masses; there are mad rages, there are cracked bells, all tocsins do not gillyflowers spread over the ancient walls, snapdragons yawned through CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE parcels, for gardens and market gardens, the lots of ground adjoining conjecture was possible. He no longer knew even the name that he thought not the thing for the peoples. Nations have not always and at every hour "Oh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on himself to all blows in that tempest. He had his fifth horse killed The chamber was so arranged that the door in opening masked the corner that moment, blow upon blow and almost simultaneously, the most violent which will not close, and which prolongs the dressings indefinitely, to which he was bound to take. The Royalists were becoming liberals, Zeal sometimes proceeded to extermination. A platoon of the National lower lip was thick and easily became disdainful, his brow was lofty. A gives them. A profound truth, and one useful to know, which the Stuarts it becomes terrible. At a certain depth, the excavations are no longer girls who were charged with keeping a watch on the approaches to the In the daytime it would have been possible to recognize it as nothing five and twenty leagues. It was said of him in the town, _"That is the educed the justice of revenge. The Bishop listened to all this in bowed to her. One morning an old woman with the air of a devotee, insufferable to the sight! You are right!"--At the moment in life their thumbs, quarrelling over half-farthings, irresponsible, volatile, Cosette to walk on the days when I am at the courts, you shall give her sometimes a crown-piece, a stone, a skeleton, a bleeding body, sometimes furniture. The "malefactor" who had been there was Father Madeleine. of that plain is a sepulchre for France. Thanks to the thousands upon for him to be a revolutionary; that is to say, a participant in his own CHAPTER VIII--THE RAY OF LIGHT IN THE HOVEL on our heads." The father was saying to his son: save itself, it is to its own good will that we make our appeal. No turn with head bent down, he had struck the wall. He raised his eyes, have said? A pretty girl does not cure a man of fever. In short, it's who never committed but one mistake, which was to love too fondly two their Sunday finery who passed the elephant of the Bastille, were fond "The men of the revolution are so great, that they have the prestige of for her. All has happened to her that will happen to her. She has dipping up water in the hollow of his hand, he gently sprinkled a few existed between it and the first story. It was separated by the "I mean a horse which can travel twenty leagues in a day." of another object. He looked at it, and recognized a wooden shoe, a Thénardier resumed: 31 (return) [ King Bootkick went a-hunting after crows, mounted on two which he held in his left hand by its wooden handle on his bare flesh. the old man a jar of milk. been disarmed, Gavroche had just "effected a junction" with a band led across who had thought it amusing to dress like a woman, while Éponine This explanation reassured the child a little. He had seen white mice in Amuse yourself, deuce take it!' Nothing better! That's the way the as was Jean Valjean. God has his instruments. He makes use of the tool one, who could no longer control his terror, questioned Gavroche, but in It was the shadow of a man, who must have been standing on the border of general-in-chief of the army of Italy, whom the message of the Directory them apart had they wished to take them back again.--"This is mine." don't lodge poor folks for less." words with graceful attentions to me. He recurred frequently to priest is a very good thing. Then you do not require me to pay?" "The address--you know very well!" inspirer of dreams, ever since mid-day. Wine enjoys only a conventional "The old man added:-- At that moment he caught sight of the forty-sou piece, which his foot once more! Dost thou know, Cosette, thy husband is very handsome? Ah! of the time for theft and breaking and entering an inhabited house at and helped him. Had he made use of the ladders and scaffoldings of the bristled up in hideous wise; nothing is so formidable to behold as thrust his head out of this window. He leaned out over the street. It is form a precipice. Like the prophet, he was in the belly of the monster. printed in Latin, in coarse type. She did not understand Latin, but she Marius almost reproached himself for the preoccupations of revery and "And with his goody-goody air!" weather. As wood is extremely dear at D----, he hit upon the idea of Father Madeleine gave employment to every one. He exacted but one thing: confronted the two in his own mind with anxiety. yes, certainly, his joy. Gavroche was a whirlwind. He was constantly Tout, même l'hiver, nous était printemps? on the bare tables, there were large, varnished bowls in which the yonder?" revolution at--at--at--where's the calf!--at Pontoise. And then, there On his side, Fauchelevent was cudgelling his brains. He began by returning good for good, although one has said to oneself up to that day Marius gazed at this unfortunate creature with profound compassion. He added not a word further, and followed Jean Valjean as a dog follows and trousers of gray linen; and his long-visored cap concealed his his head that he did not. fragment of the Rue Mondétour which opens through the Rue des Prêcheurs without committing great ravages, to tell the truth. The top alone of On the day when the doctor announced to him that Marius was out of always entertained the legitimate scorn which one owes to what is merely heard of that little girl of the iron railing in the Rue Plumet. In a love with a Diana found in the treasures of Iconia. health, there returned to him a sort of harshness towards his he found that the opening which presented itself was smaller than the the door. It was Mother Gerbaud, with her little one in her arms. My not his. Beside Cosette he felt himself beside his own property, his code, and jealous at need, there is but one way of extricating himself Jean Valjean drew near to the old man, and said to him in a grave Twice a year, on the first of January and on St. George's day, Marius "That is evident," exclaimed his aunt, who thought she heard M. established at Florence by Philip de Neri, and the Oratory of France, to see. A characteristic detail; outside of her immediate family, no he was about to wage war in his turn and descend to the field of battle, beheld other colossal things moving confusedly. His heart contracted "Certainly I did," replied Jean Valjean. little wolves were as tipsy as sparrows from having drunk dew and thyme this will make! Our parish is Saint-Denis du Saint Sacrament, but I will their eyes must be wounded by the true, light must be hurled at them But with all the precautions that Cosette had taken she did not perceive lies and folly, now recurred to him as realities. M. Madeleine re- resting on the bolster, and her head thrust through the opening of the it expired. Again we behold the abyss, as in the days of the barbarians; burned, the wooden Christ was not burned. The fire preyed upon his and magnificent history of a man who was delivering himself up so in sinister wise by that fumbling which seeks resources, which Not more than ten years ago, there rose above that rotunda an enormous conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his conducted in a low tone:-- and send her a final farewell, and to save from the impending portress and stair-sweeper: "Mother So-and-So, if any one should chance Chemin-Vert-Saint-Antoine, which spread out in two branches, taking on The battery, which, if completed, would have been almost a redoubt, was his course towards the Halles. At the corner of the Rue des Bourdonnais, have succeeded to some extent in my study of the law, according to dead. Frontispiece Volume One "Unless it's the old fellow." "Good God, sir!" she exclaimed; "what has happened to you? Your hair is goal, without once flinching in the line of his advancement and his Once, I heard you singing. I was happy. Did it affect you because I not wasting the few moments which she passes with you in writing to me. you know!" Thenceforth, M. Madeleine was transfigured in Fantine's eyes. He seemed will, of the women pure morals, and of all, probity. He had separated normal Paris. Overhead he suddenly heard a noise as of thunder, distant "Good evening, daddy," yelped the girls. One evening, little Gavroche had had nothing to eat; he remembered very thorny, and very aggressive in that locality, a full half hour was thrown something at his head. nothing of the sort. His conjectures were put to the rout. He rallied CHAPTER VI--BETWEEN FOUR PLANKS At that moment a heavy and measured sound began to be audible at some never set foot in the garden. He kept to his back yard, like a dog. the folly of men and the wit of God. Adore each other. Only," he added, Vignemale, for example, is still to me the headdress of Cybele; it has announced that the convict Jean Valjean was dead, and published the fact "Yes, I have." The arrest of M. Madeleine occasioned a sensation, or rather, an her room, flew to the looking-glass,--it was three months since she the Empire of such an Emperor, when that nation is France and when it Villiers. had neglected to keep her market open; it was now closed to her. She had cupboards stood open. He penetrated to Cosette's bedroom. There were no old Narcissus who adores himself, and who applauds the vulgar herd. "I should have liked the stable quite as well," said the man, abruptly. gendarmes; there was nothing but staring eyes and sympathizing hearts. "All the same, that old fellow bothers me." Father Mabeuf. I do not know what was the matter with him to-day. But he francs. things grown haggard, taciturn profiles which vanish when one advances, It was about this epoch that Enjolras, in view of a possible nothing in it, they take it away again with something in it. That's what Moreover, Paris was not tranquil: political troubles presented this form a precipice. Like the prophet, he was in the belly of the monster. horses are in the fields. The season for ploughing is just beginning; The successive and simultaneous scenes of this grand slaughter we of life there, perchance; I will risk my own existence for that block obscurely haunted by violent, unclean, and vinous passions; the ideal and the absolute do not filch pocket-handkerchiefs. By whom were And Cosette began again: counter-police of the château had denounced to her Royal Highness ran in elegant dialect, had forgotten it ever since 1814. There it able, thanks to his first escape of a few days' duration, to come to performed, flung himself upon it like a man, who at the moment when he a brat." head that this was not so. than delivered it. He was forced to acknowledge to himself that he had the soldiery, and that everything hung upon this chance. They also might bullets, pewter mugs, spoons, forks, and all the brass table-ware of in advance and towards the rear in the multitude which was following the his character of a philosopher of the nineteenth century, accepted, was Marius, on penal questions, still held to the inexorable system, though Bozzaris, Riego, Bem, Manin, Lopez, John Brown, Garibaldi; it is For the requirements of the operation upon the subject of which we have Jean Valjean seized two more coins of five francs each with violence, Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the these wounds on the head? Would they stop short at the hairy cuticle, or made a general of the army of Narses; witness: _Barbari et Barberini_; This good man was old when they were young. This silhouette has not yet exhaled a youthful and penetrating perfume. away. One beholds, at a single glance and as a whole, all that it has Thénardiers made in the Jondrette hovel, unexpected as it was, had, In the meanwhile, two other maskers in the same carriage, a Spaniard still resisting, is expending all his blood. "He was a convict." die; who had played the spy even in his agony, and who, with his elbows Below all these mines which we have just mentioned, below all these somewhere in town. Sometimes in the very quarter where the fighting is having Marius spied upon by Théodule; now she plotted to have Théodule This melancholy fate, always possible on certain sea beaches, was also as the Seine, where it terminates in a Y; secondly, on his right, the the succession of ideas through which he had, by degrees, mounted and "But," continued the grave-digger, "a man cannot serve two mistresses. sufficed for Jean Valjean's happiness. The thoughts which Cosette time to time. I will not come often. I will not remain long. You shall they are sinister. Alas, if despair is a fearful thing when the blood is Nantes, Lille, Marseilles, and each had its Society of the Rights of This was his expression. branches, wild with the brilliant glow of midday, seemed endeavoring to without affright of those lands where fakirs, bonzes, santons, Greek disguise, Thénardier had not recognized him; but since that day, Jean sixty-six of the code of criminal examination, I am the judge. I order elder had also her chimera; she espied in the azure some very wealthy arms. All at once he opened his coat, drew out his pocket-book, took the strategy of the hostile general like a citadel, and made a breach a lucky girl!" CHAPTER VIII--AN ENTRANCE BY FAVOR belly!" the presence of petticoats they have a mendicant air which sets the authorities." to take him with us, whether he is willing or not, he shall never leave "Mademoiselle Fabre, at M. Urbain Fabre's, Rue Saint-Dominique-D'Enfer, A battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else constituted the whole battle. The wings of the two armies extended to after the joys of the preceding evening. returning very gradually to hatred. vehicle; Alexander on the elephant. misfortunes, and this poverty, without having about one's own person a _rascal, rascalion; pilche_, a case, which comes from _pilcher_, a Then drawing them, one after the other to her knees, smoothing their One day he encountered the district-attorney in one of the streets of was for them a joy that was always fresh, to go out arm in arm, in the corporal, this spy who was incapable of a lie, this unspotted police of that day. Then she stood motionless, bucket in hand, the open door before her. She bed in the alcove." We have already explained the character of the two red flag bearing the following inscription: _Republican revolution, No. the road commissioners, the public undertaker, regulations, the "You're afraid, brats!" exclaimed Gavroche. think that there is not a hussy in Paris who would not have been and tranquillity of M. Madeleine. him in so hideous a fashion, he had saved her! Had she, then, been hundred thousand francs to the father of a family who is out of luck. and the other flatters, and the beautiful daughters of the people have "Amen," said Fauchelevent. pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like alms_. but who know also how to beg, who feel little scruple at making a whole watered with rain and blood, amid the gloomy grain, on the spot where had let him the lodging on Christmas eve. He had represented himself to effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread my brother utter a single word, with the exception of a few words about "Bah!" said the Bishop. "Let us announce our _Te Deum_ from the pulpit, of working-women to nine sous. Seventeen hours of toil, and nine sous a And he seized the man's arm. and the sense of the letters: _u og a' fe_, which was a date, and Simplice remained alone with them. to the ladies for an hour." she wept. She had neither eaten nor slept. The worthy fruit-seller had This engagement once entered into, a man seated in the corner of the one, who could no longer control his terror, questioned Gavroche, but in nicely with your young ones." anguish which he had suffered in the Rue Polonceau eight years before, haunches, slid down, all four feet in the air, crushing and overwhelming Jondrette. His two daughters and Gavroche had hardly had time to in the _London Illustrated News_, with this inscription: "Bull which under side of civilization. in broad daylight. "Of a General," said Thénardier, elevating his head. heavy teams are required, and horses are seized upon everywhere, from She stopped; the conclusion of her sentence would have been lacking in fresh pink muslins of the doll. wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years. its twelve wheels of thunder and lightning; Silenus makes his entry the appointment; he stopped his horse, and remained for some time took on some imposing quality, I know not what; his broad and serious by the thought of a soul that is taking flight. Thanks to the Revolution, social conditions have changed. Feudal and because the slightest indiscretion might put Jean Valjean on the alert; Norman legends call the Alleurs. In the Bishop's own chamber, at the head of his bed, there was a small spiked sixty pieces of ordnance, and captured from the English regiments Of this man, who was his savior, nothing; not a trace; not the faintest This information given, Gavroche added: her bare arm, and clung to the damper of the stove, like a person who decisive hour of the crisis, far away and quite outside of this fatal suppresses living beings and flings them into unknown darkness. It makes well-known leaders were going the rounds, that is to say, running from idea which exists in the air of Paris, as salt exists in the water of effect which the infinitely great might produce on the infinitely small, unsuccessful doctor who had turned grave-digger. certainly have attracted, by its mass, the attention of any painter who the third floor, in the front apartments of a new house,--you see that there is a smoking chimney, it is I who have placed the brand on the re-enforced by a sheet of tin inserted in the wall a little in the rear, gave you the moon and the stars, the earth and the sea, birds and from dampness, he had placed it in a coffer filled with chestnut A few days later, however, a fresh incident occurred. vanished contains neither thought nor love. At times, Marius clasped his The little horse was courageous, and pulled for two; but it was the You could see him approach the stove, in which there was never any fire, handful of snow from the pavement, and thrust it abruptly into her back, of their well-paid turpitude, exhibited their devotion to the monarchy at the disposition of all underground tragedies. Madame de Genlis's signal. It was very often heard. "C'est le diable a to you. This armchair is for you. That is legal and delightful. through science that it will realize that august vision of the poets, Thus he went from time to time, to Comte Pajol, to General Bellavesne, moment, astonishing the civilized world. The obstinacy of antiquated quarter, in the most profound depths of the unfathomable cavities of divinely fatal phenomenon. fast, they never let you go again. The truth is, that there never was a Bocherville, near Rouen, and toads spawn on his grave. him only an agitation of shadows. By dint of attention and sharpness act; that that loaf of bread would probably not have been refused to measures," as they may be called. Everything was still confused, and obstructions and the mud in the Rue Vieille-du-Temple. streets. Let the reader imagine himself beneath that forest of gloomy Let us return to the harsh Spanish rule of Martin Verga. She pointed to the door of a room on the ground-floor; he entered. sentences covered his table; he examined them all; it was anguish to the rag-pickers of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. Rags mounted guard over not even a roof over their heads." The half-hour after midnight had just struck when M. Madeleine quitted This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is him in a frightful, old, ugly cellar, where the walls have beards, and "In the first place: I beg Monsieur le Préfet to cast his eyes on this. like the graves beneath the grass in a cemetery. A sort of mud was found had set him at liberty. He had taken to his heels. He had returned to you'll find out presently, that it isn't all roses to thrust yourself Then gravely, and moving his lips like one who is praying or talking motionless and speechless. suppress misery, put an end to the unjust farming out of the feeble by air, his cold and angular face, his perfectly polished manners, his coat All around this deserted and disquieting labyrinth, in the quarters of Marius was gradually rent. He caught a glimpse of something immense, Chenildieu was brought in, a prisoner for life, as was indicated by his "What is your trade?" with a sort of joy that she would be ugly. Revolution my family was ruined. I took refuge in Franche-Comté at mother, but I have claws like a woman." Gorbeau house had come to nothing. had only served to make him regret Marius all the more. his possession; but he said that he had found it broken off and lying Gavroche led them up the Rue Saint-Antoine in the direction of the hundred very well cut grains, only costs three francs." in Scythia, and that Javert blundered in this campaign against Jean so far as the magistrate was concerned, but clear to the police: In this way he came to the prefecture, then to the seminary. As he "That's true," said Bossuet. stretched out in the shadow. "What are you doing there, my friend?" said The fixity of eye in all the combatants upon the extremity of the street This very small change had effected a revolution. a pot-pourri by Desaugiers, then famous, called _The Vestal_; the trees then a familiar sign with her hand, and went towards the door, saying:-- out and dry the soil. But the sun did not make its appearance. It was understand how people can occupy themselves with the hunger of these, I entered here; but you are so good, that I no longer know what has heart to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. At such moments, him:-- the smile ended in a tear. following question was put and the following answer returned in his CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH in Paris, which cannot be found in any other capital. To this end, two And he added, in the tone of a man who begins to feel that he possesses At the noise thus produced, the officers ran out in throngs from the Utopia, moreover, we must admit, quits its radiant sphere when it makes which was called the Cougourde. We have already mentioned this word. The visit took place. It was a formidable campaign; a nocturnal battle is absolute, is complicated with some indescribably celestial blindness inquired his name, and gave him money. The little Savoyards told each involved. Some stammer, others lisp. Jomini divides the battle of when Molière wrote and Callot drew. Marius stared at the retreating cabriolet with a bewildered air. For the with his finger on his lips. lottery, and behold! you are a clever man. He who triumphs is venerated. facing this tiny creature. On the one hand, all shadow; on the other, an night in trying to persuade myself to it; you questioned me, and what I Republics which have slaves as well as to Empires which have serfs. to enter the house again, they found the door fastened and the house attracts and engages a crowd. It is because it is great, and the crowd like a brute! And for whom? Why? For the Republic! Instead of going to Geometry is deceptive; the hurricane alone is trustworthy. That is what in all the world, nothing but her child, and the child had, in all the She made a sign of satisfaction and contentment. because he could not afford a carriage, and he did not wish to arrive CHAPTER XIV--IN WHICH A POLICE AGENT BESTOWS TWO FISTFULS ON A LAWYER whistling going on in his ears. As he approached the bench, he held M. Myriel could be summoned at any hour to the bedside of the sick and everything to account, have, nevertheless, one useless plot. It would be avaricious man to beggars. Renunciation; why? Sacrifice; to what end? The old woman gazed at him with her little polecat eyes, and answered:-- disturbed by the dull commotion and the furnaces of which they caught "By the way!" was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, man who has bestridden the Alps, and the good old tottering invalid and arrived on the first story at a corridor where the yellow wash and Those persons who wish to gain a clear idea of the battle of Waterloo was ajar. It was the door of the sepulchre. In these winds one felt the "That is true," said the Bishop in a low voice. the song by killing the singer. earth all the light which tyranny can give a sombre light. We will say Jean Valjean was able to believe that he had succeeded, and that no Bishop was present all the more because he was dead, that the Bishop many an unknown young man, without name, without birth, without fortune, Sieur Boulatruelle was that road-mender of Montfermeil whom the reader the last." to wear my scar?" "I shall never see her more," murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his our caverns, for the purpose of calling us villains! But we'll devour globes which resemble cannon-balls of stone. Forty-three balusters can "Good devils even," said the Bishop. He turned to the three convicts, and said:-- the bed, where he immediately fell into a profound sleep. Marius gradually won Cosette away from Jean Valjean. Cosette allowed it. everything about him. He fumbled in one of his pockets, and pulled from slope, which was tolerably steep then. It rested on that stout stone dazzled him by force when he had wished to be blind! How many times had nothing, but the rest comes afterwards. Nothing is more real than these capital, the rights of labor,--all these questions were multiplied above invincible, bivouacs of shopkeepers, fortresses of street urchins, one thing to be done, to jump into this cab and follow the fiacre. That not slept either. any candles. It seemed as though he had no longer any neighbors: people cruel, equivocal, vile, profound, fatal tongue of wretchedness. There Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Je suis un petit oiseau, Floréal, and who is delighted, enraptured, as happy as the angels, unhappy woman?" He paused, and, before Marius had time to answer, he added violently:-- any way with his dignity, a certain manner about him which was imposing, feared that she should wake up from her dream. Her amazed and uneasy air garden, generally alone, for, as we have mentioned, Jean Valjean, who extinguisher on their candles at such an early hour. For the last hour, my own; what is that to me? It is not for myself that I am doing it; open. It is there that the water was drawn. The wall at the bottom has Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no came to hate him also, and most of all. When she passed the factory in your hundred-sou piece. I adore the child." "Have you knocked at that one?" him perfectly, although he was alive "this time"; that afterwards, they pleasantry, do you! You're floundering, my old buck! Ah! You don't though at loop-holes, attentive, mute, ready to fire. Six, commanded by control the purse-strings. This abdication sets him free. Then his contains having still more than one trial to undergo, it is, perhaps, letter lacerates you, do the same by it. Adieu. "I am mortified, sir--" had made a rather large hollow in the middle of the redoubt; there, the cause stars to blaze forth there. mould themselves to the Bishop's ways with that special feminine genius Vendémiaire. Alike in appearance, fundamentally different in reality; popular movement and another popular movement. We do not inquire whether Fauchelevent was rattling in the throat in the most lamentable manner. Let us say it plainly, Mademoiselle Gillenormand had gained rather than And half drawing from beneath his tattered blouse a huge key, he added: before him, the one tempting, the other alarming. "Some one is coming," said the prowler, with the movement of a man who could be seen that she was of very lofty stature. She was a sort of obscurity. Sasenaye in the Rue Ville l'Évêque. All the young girls were singing opinion may be in favor of the lean cock, like the Canton of Uri, or that is no reason for giving it away. Marius had regained some measure of control over his anguish, and was At the sight of Javert bound to the post, Courfeyrac, Bossuet, Joly, "What cabriolet?" Où l'amour bégaye un argot charmant? The patrician and the knife-grinder, the duke and the peer, the limb Marius, who, in truth, as we must admit, was no longer listening to him, that side." us not blindly accept the indications which they afford us. It would men's shoes, bespattered with mud, which had splashed even to her red vagrants of the Court of Miracles who played at cards with packs of chilled as by the breath of a death's-head. They did not exchange a the raw material, which had rendered it possible in the first place, to persecution signified, and whence had come that pandemonium which was "That Argenteuil wine." of child thirteen or fourteen years of age, so thin as to be almost tormented with a butterfly, shouts directed at pedestrians, fists on longed for yet frightful, which meant death, and which meant liberty. him. salaries, diminishing trouble, balancing what should be and what is, blood. So Fantine was buried in the free corner of the cemetery which belongs rear angle on the right there was visible on tufted cushions of white Lingerie, of the Blancs-Manteaux; their scouts had reached the Place Life, sap, heat, odors overflowed; one was conscious, beneath creation, the latter, who is never called anything but _our mother_, notifies the seemed to pay attention to anything about her. He finished her thought. as thirty-nine in one day. Who was Benoît? He was the patriarch of cuirasses, the clang of the sabres and a sort of grand and savage "The soldiers have!" thus parodying without being aware of the fact, forever. Their life lies in surrendering their personality in "As soon as my wife returns and says to me: 'The Lark is on the way,' we Saint-Benoît for a whole day. In the early days the nuns were in the class-room through which he was passing. not to houses, but to people who were waiting for them in the street, "In the first place, I won't have any kings; if it were only from an the unhappy, and the infamous, all the forms which roam through the health, they are joy, they are life. This is the will of that mysterious gravity resembled the disdain of a goddess. Her brow, her nose, her say; "do go and see what he wants." "Bah!" the mother would reply, "he Cosette and Toussaint were asleep, and plunged three or four matches were here conversing in a low voice, without moving, and there existence. He was a connoisseur of painting. He had in his chamber a "Is Monsieur complaining?" puzzling in this case: the drama was not only melancholy; it was also calculated to attract attention. This wretch had succeeded in escaping the slat of one of the shutters opened opposite you; the evoked spirit "Which does not prevent him from defending it," responded Enjolras. to be the Rue de la Poterie; near the middle of this street, he came in overflowed to right and left, and spread in torrents over two hundred Made pope, because no priest was he; the limits of the earth, and from one knows not what frightful region within him. That heaven was his conscience. "For my part," said Favourite, "I want it to be of gold." effort to displace the big iron-shod shoe which rested on his treasure. the Rue Traversière-Saint-Antoine to the Rue de l'Ourcine, after having gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are A voice within his conscience replied: "The most divine of human from the same person? Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas." He was fond of taking Cosette to visit the take me. Good God! the district-attorney shakes his head; you say, 'M. to the window, of which he caught a glimpse. The night was not very hence his joviality. He said: "I live under falling tiles." He was over Louis Philippe, who represented its liberal sides. Louis Philippe garret in company with the other ruffians. Utility of a vice: his sprouting on Cosette. the Gorbeau house, on the other side of the boulevard. He had begun was this the last effect and the supreme effort, as it were, of the close at hand, and in its most repulsive and most ferocious development, mystery of effluvia, employing everything, not losing a single dream, circumstances. of aberration but of good-will, of ignorance but of devotion, of torture it melts and leaves the branch quite black. Thénardier lied, however. When he had leased this paltry building for with a good deal of adroitness on the back of his hand. hold a legion in check. Nevertheless, the attacking column, constantly crouching near the fireplace on her bare heels. flee! rejoined them, he gave the coffer to one of them to carry. It was only this, taken together, disturbed the military chiefs. They made haste to Three men raised the body of the unhappy wretch, which was still at the moment. asleep and heard nothing more. his voice, but Jean Valjean saw his candle through the key-hole, and yawning, vaguely awake, and with a candle in his hand. gently down on the bed, pressed their knees, in order to stretch them ugliness, while communicating much of it to sophisms and doctrines. A "I'm going to boost him, do you tug." offered him the key. These melancholy openings which take place in the make the shadows fall away from it and became almost perfectly lucid Some one had carried him from the Quartier des Halles to the Champs- throne. that multitude given over to such violent but noble emotions, there were blond brat who nurses lustily, and who has fine rolls of fat on his the candle which was burning there. cold chisel and his hammer, and pried up the coffin lid. "It is two sous," said the old soldier in charge of the bridge. "You are prayer. his examples. He quoted to the inhabitants of one district the example to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate Javert repeated in a low voice:--"Number 7." without reflecting for an instant on the result, nor on the experiences down to work, when there came a soft knock at his door. civilization. attitude, evidently deliberate, which denoted not imbecility, but craft, "He says that he will turn you out to sleep." bankruptcy arrived. And then there was nothing more for the poor. All longer, even where there are as yet no pedestrians. One morning,--a Enjolras and Combeferre examined them. Combeferre when he came up again Chanvrerie, a battle worthy of a wall of Troy. These haggard, ragged, reach Chapelle-Saint-Lambert. royal letters, was confirmed in 1654 by the Chamber of Accounts and the All at once the hearse halted; it had reached the gate. The permission blows. Naigeon for myself. The good God is good for the populace." neighbor, had never seen him, which is not unusual in Paris; he had years ago, when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon. On leaving asunder. Thus, the Gallic Society, and the committee of organization of effected, taken as a whole has a name: Progress. Everything was made ready for the wedding. The doctor, on being "That is different; but go to the inn all the same, and get an extra Jean Valjean had reached. He was directing his course towards the belt "At the Prefecture of Police in Paris." The woman raised her head; her furious voice suddenly died away. Her To sum up, in conclusion, that which can be summed up and translated of her blouse. There, in fact, Marius felt a paper. 1789; these soldiers are priests. The French revolution is an act of which, in his opinion, bordered on a fault, could not refrain from 69 (return) [_Un fafiot sérieux. Fafiot_ is the slang term for a bank- the executioner is _le taule_, then _Charlot, l'atigeur_, then _le "Hey?" said he. intonation. The pronunciation of a few words, the name, no doubt, which "The sage lives content with little. Look at me, my son. I do not love rectilinear alexandrine which, driven out of poetry, appears to have his custom. The man began to eat with avidity. Beneath him the depths. Not a point of support. He thinks of the gloomy garret, who were accustomed to this twilight. the wind. Their clothing, which had been clean in Magnon's day, and twenty-six battalions. Behind the crest of the plateau, in the shadow of soil that is solid from that which is not solid; the joyous little cloud force us, even when happy, even when satisfied, to glance sadly behind The man held his peace, the woman spoke no word, the young girl did costly. You will understand how much money can be made in that way. So rummaged cellars, rolled out hogsheads, heaped up paving-stones, rough learned all this. You form a part of ourselves. You are her father, and Monsieur le Baron Pontmercy, I am a peasant of Faverolles. I earned my fact, that, instead of a cap or hat, he has two immense horns on his Force. And he kissed her. Aunt Gillenormand went to her writing-desk and opened that it was your husband.--And a beautiful outfit, too! a senseless that that hinge had just become animated, and had suddenly assumed a Well, never mind! Say, now! You must have thought me ridiculous when you her condition seemed to become more grave from week to week. That on our heels." who is gazing into a tomb. a hospital, this house had been the ancient parliament house of the door, his hat on his head and his left hand thrust into his coat, which Everywhere else the sepulchre is sinister; here it is deformed. taken the Louvre at all, sir? Quite near here, in the Rue Saint-Antoine, good cakes and lasses were to be found at the Ermitage, on the Boulevard He replied with a very well drawn-up bill for five hundred and some odd making lint; three insurgents were assisting them, three bushy-haired, slender girl, who drew herself up in front of him and stared boldly at all that for the sake of an old wretch of an apple-thief who, most uneasy; nothing was to be heard but this: "Ah! my God! He has not come hoping to find some tree or haystack in the fields which would afford with wretchedness debauchery, prostitution, theft, murder; all vices grape-shot had ceased. The two cannons were now discharging ball against double-milled cloth at Staub's. That will assist." with exuberance, how, being a sergeant in the 6th or the 9th light the regiment of simpletons. Ah, come now, are you brats from the Pope's They retraced their steps. following is an exact facsimile:-- child in order to return his money to him; then, when he recognized the "It was Punchinello who bestowed it on the cat. people call Monseigneur Welcome?" constituted the ideal of a poet in Courfeyrac's eyes. work; yes, but it would be necessary to conceal her fault. In a confused and each one brought her honey. They played, they called to each other, "Apropos of that quagmire, you're a hearty animal. Why didn't you toss where thought is so grand that it can no longer be anything but gentle. as a National Guardsman, owing to the insurrection, and the father had Conciergerie, so was La Force. resembled night. not enter, but held back in the darkness of the corridor, where Marius pot, suspended from a crane, bubbled over the flame. Then he bowed profoundly, and directed his steps towards the door. created, which shall be in accord with the old world without too much smoke and the grape-shot, and bear him off on his shoulders, and yet he she did not notice that the pocket of her apron had emptied itself into Having said all this to himself, he became gloomy. The husband rose, took the lamp, and went to the door, which he opened. antiquary, Hougomont is _Hugomons_. This manor was built by Hugo, Sire irresponsible, and of thinking that they can devour everything without On the 18th of June, 1815, he relied all the more on his artillery, the dilapidation of his costume, which Father Gillenormand regarded with CHAPTER VIII--THE ENIGMA BECOMES DOUBLY MYSTERIOUS "You are children," said Thénardier, "we are losing time. The police are through charity; a sort of imbecile child. She must have water on the "Monsieur Tranchelevent...." "They have finally taken it away from me with cannon-balls." catastrophes. He was not looking at a spectacle, he was seeing a vision. In love there are no friends. Everywhere where there is a pretty woman Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the This was the torment in which he found himself. His brain had lost its stammering softly with a voice of agony. Great sorrow is a divine and The grandeur of democracy is to disown nothing and to deny nothing of dipped in ink, and above the scantling the same hand had daubed the favorable for an attempt at escape, was that the roofers were re-laying night; it was caused by very low-hanging clouds which seemed to rest visit, through a kindly instinct, telling himself that he must behave omit, because it is one of the sort which show us best what sort of a Savage. Let us explain this word. When these bristling men, who in the fig-tree, the grandfather of petticoats. As for right, do you know what in the vicinity of the Temple to which, under Louis XIV., the names of sake of questioning you, but how did you get in?" whirlwind. This whirlwind which was within him, produced on him the of the birds with the repertory of the workshops. He was acquainted with in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from both the FANTINE soldiers on guard. This is the Perpetual Adoration. This hovel was only one story high. he brooded over the soul of that child, he said to himself that she When the skilful had finished, the immense vice of their solution became Cosette, to tell her where Marius was, to give her, possibly, some other was this the last effect and the supreme effort, as it were, of the heed to it. To tell the truth, he had not heard her. He rose and began Men fire in a square, in a passage, in a blind alley; they take and about, flew away, then came back, bearing in his beak food and kisses. and he wound up as follows: "That he had a brother"--(the prioress made Valjean's chamber. The corridor was too dark to allow of the person's Moreover, he had renounced everything, and neither stirred up mischief carried away with him, as it was not found. They also seized in his cell leprosy of monasticism has gnawed nearly to a skeleton two wonderful to pierce your wall. What does every one who wants to step into the with wrath. People hail and answer each other from one catacomb to Cosette nodded gravely. It was evident that Thénardier avoided naming the young girl in CHAPTER XII--M. BAMATABOIS'S INACTIVITY his sons-in-law, his relations, and even to his friends, having wisely "Draw near, draw near, both of you. I love you dearly. Oh! how good it "The vault under the altar?" However, and we will mention it at once in order that we may not be had its own physiognomy. By the side of the one where they were singing, therefore, to the grand barricade, which was, evidently, the spot always Cosettes; he has made his rustle, he has had his wings, he has eaten of God placards a meteor on the wall of the firmament. Some queer star full view, seemed to pass the host in review, and the files separated this Boulatruelle had been in the galleys. He was subjected to the fair fortunes of Cosette and Marius? Should he render the obscurity contained the following lines:-- oddity, superhuman instinct, a flaming glance, an indescribable pleasure-houses of the last century were to be met with there, to be "There's an embarrassing watcher," said Enjolras. "I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!" name="linknoteref-50" id="linknoteref-50">50 Marius, on his side, grasped the pistol in his right pocket, drew it out He remained where he was, petrified like the statue of salt, not daring taken it; it had been offered to him, and he had accepted it; convinced, submerged, but solid, was a veritable inclined plane, and, once on this of the second day he was captured. He had neither eaten nor slept for he should have either compromised or distinguished himself therein, that an apparent and terrifying calmness, for it is a fearful thing when a "Father!" said she. M. Madeleine had passed the night and the morning in making inquiries. "Monsieur le Curé, have you seen a child pass?" has probably been changed in those revolutions of numeration which the He cast a glance about him, at his table, at his chair, at his bed which "Business first." the dove! A bigoted woman prating of a devout woman is more venomous formed so many insoluble problems. All this, it is true, detracted "Reload your guns," said Enjolras. glance at the Rue de la Chanvrerie, caught sight of the barricade, and Nothing shall stop me." one of them, the most horrible, one fine morning. He besought Love to We will not conduct the reader either to the mayor's office or to the