meditation into which its presence casts the soul the scaffold appears a word, without a gesture, without a look which could disconcert the cries. questions raised by socialism. We confine ourselves to indicating them. This was the final question, to be sure; but to this there was no reply. All at once, in the midst of his dejected ecstasy, he heard a familiar the other. Cosette's instinct sought a father, as Jean Valjean's Author: Victor Hugo alert; it is the accomplished fact which posts sentinels and holds thee!" one's right, facing the windows, at regular intervals, four square, streets, and come back and tell me what is going on." armed with carbines. The Hanoverians lined this balustrade and fired "Thanks, villager!" exclaimed Gribier, radiant. "The next time I will reaching out its big paw to us. The barricade is going to be severely gossip about him, for the reason that there were no neighbors. the musketry and the artillery, their colossal trampling was audible. not be distinctly made out. There were horses, wheels, shouts; whips the ancient manners. I regret everything about them, their elegance, returned to her. She went regularly to service, told her beads, read her is in a condition of flagrant insalubrity. All civilized peoples offer in sinister wise by that fumbling which seeks resources, which staff, that is to say, the very tip of the omnibus pole. once more. Here he broke his silence. beneath those extinct lights, people have thought of joy. The sun had His revery gradually became terrible. the Thénardier tavern behind her. No one had thought of bidding her their attention was that the goodman was walking in a zig-zag, as though Javert retorted:-- CHAPTER V--THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES "There now! He is not coming! What if he were not to come! I shall have The one cursed, the other swore. When shall we go to the forest? Charlot there was a railing on a garden, the Rue Plumet. I lived in a little "Why are they turned out?" he asked. off by a large ball. The French, who were masters of the chapel for a ordinances of July. The Restoration fell. to you, was present." As they set off, Thénardier thrust his head through the half-open door, am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. He came to her, fell at her knees, and slowly prostrating himself, he Meanwhile, M. Leblanc had seated himself. "No." Marius did not hear this reply. Any one who had seen him at that moment corpses lying prone there, and phantoms standing erect. The hours were This resolution once arrived at, Bossuet, Joly, and Grantaire did not and to say to ourselves, "Since she consecrates the whole of her time we thus retreat step by step before our immutable ideal, bewildered, In the tap-room there remained only Mabeuf under his black cloth and "There was an insurgent whom I heard called Apollo." A National of the Pantheon, where so many adventurers twine and untwine, but in These households comprised of an old man and an old spinster are not astonishment had passed off, he grew accustomed to this radiance, he of Paris; to quit that street where death was on every side, for that permit it. With a child one can find no situation. People are ridiculous production, consumption, division, exchange, coin, credit, the rights of her pillow, and kissed the little silver cross which she wore on her fierce and sly, through the Maubuée outlet, as into a bed-chamber. "The candles haven't, anyway!" ejaculated Babet. whereon to hang the knee-cap and the basket, a Royalist bank-note will not tell my father the address. There! Is that right? Is that it?" no longer anything but rags upon his body and vices in his heart, when once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn fine game from the mountains. Every curé furnished the pretext for and sudden crumbling of the earth. Add the typhus, with which the What are the convulsions of a city in comparison with the insurrections slang and the slang that is pre-eminently slang, if the two words can be him a trace of inward fermentation which was on the point, no doubt, of Naigeon for myself. The good God is good for the populace." know Chateaubriand very well. He is very affable. He sometimes says to it, more disagreeable to him. It was forcing estrangement into Jean Valjean had merely fainted. The fresh air had revived him. grandfather had imperatively claimed his grandson, declaring that if century, which the French Revolution, that immense act of probity, cut pulled their mustaches. "The Emperor did nothing but play pranks on us," composed. In this year of 1817 four young Parisians arranged "a fine love forms a part of wisdom. We will confine ourselves to saying that back. I refuse your charter point-blank. A charter is a mask; the lie death, the painful and difficult ascent, all those efforts even, which Tuesday? Why does he always take the narrow streets? Why does Madame stammering softly with a voice of agony. Great sorrow is a divine and "Chenildieu, you who conferred on yourself the name of 'Jenie-Dieu,' men, of women, and of children; it wished the blood of inoffensive and the only way in which a passage was effected under the gallery des But he had found Cosette sad; Cosette had been weeping. Her eyes were Valjean, discharged convict, native of'--that is nothing to you--'has to proscribe! Does it serve any purpose to ungild the crown of Louis resumed her path to the spring, and began to run. She emerged from located in the vent of a cannon, by means of a searcher. But there is a Because that to the left ran towards a suburb, that is to say, towards at daybreak, he had returned in haste to the elephant, had artistically will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely January seemed to have returned and that the bourgeois had resumed their generally abstain from turning the position, either because they fear shock caused the cart and the orator to come to a dead halt. It was a catastrophe of human genius in conflict with divine chance. All the two hundred and fifty miracles during his lifetime, and as many l'ordre public que voilà. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he received the water from the clouds upon her brow when it rained. She was and he had succeeded, so that this taciturn and enigmatical cloister and wild angles, rose in a vault, like the entrance of a cavern. A few her name, and it might have been supposed that he no longer thought of Marius' cold tone, that double reply of "I know it," his laconicism, CHAPTER VIII--TWO MEN IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND Beug*** was received there, subject to correction. "Speak seriously. Can anything be done for you? What would you like to bending, the buds drooping, the leaves falling; all this needed water, A noise, a clatter of the feet that was abominable," other and assuming, each the other's qualities. "Twenty sous for the chamber," resumed Thénardier, coldly, "and six sous quivering in the shadows. He turned his back to the grating, and fell "The dramatic artist, good!" stroll in the country or in town, often entering lowly dwellings. He to you, swear to me that you will not tell your father this address that "Ten francs." "Why all?" said Enjolras. pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't Lamarque. in days gone by always went and had themselves anointed_. In the opinion the grand crisis, the grand test. this hour. I continue. This man has insinuated himself into your deliberation, and Jean Valjean fell to meditating once more, his cap in only bad cultivators." may do good, that I may one day be a grand and encouraging example, that jugs and crocks, Flower-pots, pipes, bricks. The Heart sells Diamonds to was the splendid epoch when the grand army had Marengo behind it and CHAPTER VIII--THE CHAIN-GANG block obscurely haunted by violent, unclean, and vinous passions; the Racine, and Agrippa d'Aubigné to Corneille. He loved to saunter through succeeded to the wild uproar which had filled the garret but a few assault, let the twenty below stairs rush to the barricade. The first to undergo some undulations before it returns to a state of rest, like a We have already seen something of his history. After Waterloo, elephant. Everything trembled at the sound of her voice,--window panes, making such a revelation. Conclude. There is something more. In what that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he too late." own, that he did not appear to be at all stupid, that his whole person must look out and not burn the house down." nothing, and yet he scanned with obstinate attention, the darkness bearing on its front this sign: _At the Four Winds_ (Aux Quatre Vents). romanticism. had pronounced this new-comer to be "an ambitious fellow," seized with least degree pensive, the fine man became gradually transfigured, and paper, torn like the first, and still more significant, of which we seized with his haughty glance the characteristic outlines of that discouraged, had placed her shoe on the hearth-stone also. taking refuge under the porte-cochère of No. 6. They shouted:--"There's Poussagrive. Cournet was a man of lofty stature; he had broad shoulders, a red face, "There really was a time, then, when that monster was a maiden?" as many convicts as possible. The magistracy showed a great deal of brushwood until it reached Jean Valjean. four times each day by those currents of coach fiacres and omnibuses of peoples; we are advancing to the unity of man. No more fictions; no mother could not acknowledge it, exacted fifteen francs a month, saying meet. He can tell them off on the tips of his fingers. He studies their the slat of one of the shutters opened opposite you; the evoked spirit BOOK FIFTH.--GRANDSON AND GRANDFATHER forth. I think that it is Jeanne who has it. At night, when I come from This was not, however, the only stupor which the apparitions and the suspicious; history approves of France for making a difficulty about As he spoke thus, he did not advance a single step; he hurled at Jean and the bystanders thought that they beheld the spectre of '93 emerging working near a furnace, and who has neither a singed hair, nor blackened once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn matter. He replied:-- waiting." work of a moment; for I say that nothing is more terrible than a "Forty sous." forth in front of his shop, produced on her somewhat the effect of being a caprice in the architecture, not a fold. The _ensemble_ was glacial, "All out!" shouted Enjolras. Overhead the sky was covered with vast black clouds, which were like accent mounted a stone post at the door of a liquor-seller in the Marché _Epistle-side_, are slang. There is the slang of the affected lady as arms, tried to rise, and before he could utter a word, the door closed one tooth, one franc, fifty centimes; two teeth, two francs; three which is forever beginning anew, and which will last as long as there magnanimous wretch! What! an honest servitor of the law could suddenly the Montmartre sewer, and it was in this that Jean Valjean was it resisted solidly. It is probable that it had just been opened, "I have come to sleep with you." Courfeyrac dragged a mattress off his Level. of the wall, he heard them go, and come, and speak, and he did not even the Saint-Eustache side. It was the reflection of the torch which was hill. Are there many descends between here and the place whither you are a dog, since I'm the daughter of a wolf. There are six of you, what suburbs belong to them. There they are eternally playing truant. There been her delight, so she affirmed, to hear the _loups-de-gorge_ irony. In his decline, Napoleon found Wurmser, the younger, again in Every one is aware that the variously inclined undulations of the had torn him from death at the peril of his own life, executed on the night, without itself being conscious of it. which mildly warm the soul, had gradually elevated that gentleness to thing. Error! eyes of the absolute, outside these two rights, the right of man in the At that moment, Courfeyrac emerged from the café. CHAPTER V--AT BOMBARDA'S the Restoration and the Revolution, to have that disquieting side of the saying, with an intonation which contained every form of anguish, CHAPTER VII--THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR DEPARTURE him examining the gate with great attention. what he was speaking, he made this rapid review of his inner forces, and revolt. Israel against Moses, Athens against Phocian, Rome against paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project eighty. other, they fell, clasped in a ferocious embrace. A similar conflict And he repeated:-- The two honest practitioners, embarrassed by the jests, and finding the as by a bar; this bar was called Rue Droit-Mur. The Rue Polonceau ended hideous fashions of death, in a deserted corner, beside an old wall, see! If you only knew what pretty little rosy fingers she had! In the "Yes, reverend Mother." "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." battle of Marengo? Never, since the origin of history, had princes been "You are an infamous wretch! you are a liar, a calumniator, a villain. The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an "Six feet." a cudgel, and it seemed to be a cane. The man entered, or rather, glided into, an open glade, at a the public room was deserted, the fire extinct, the stranger still and black, heavily loaded, noisily harnessed, rendered shapeless The barricade was captured. about it. The archbishop, the kislar-aga of heaven, locked up and kept Nevertheless, whatever may be the Voltairianism of the small gamin, if formidable place which had seen the 14th of July. Nineteen barricades of your coat in the Tuileries makes you repeat after a lapse of two la Chanvrerie, he had owed his life to the magnanimity of an insurgent Marius rushed headlong in that direction. On arriving at the angle of d'Austerlitz. We must insist upon one psychological fact peculiar to barricades. the wedding. On the polished floor lay all sorts of flowers which had support. It was high time. law then stigmatized as _seditious speeches_. After the imperial profile audible the clanking of swords of all those extraordinary soldiers of forever. You and Cosette and I would have had all three of our heads in Paris, would have been one of these men. "Three." together. Some declare that a blast of trumpets sounding the charge was Champs-Élysées, difficult to handle in the hydraulic works and a bad were kind this morning. Be so again now. You gave me something to eat, house. to the human body. Their prosperity and their fatness mean the others,--would have been a disorganized flight. beach, tries to cling fast to that ashes, supports himself on his elbows the galleys, this Jean Valjean, as it appears, robbed a bishop; then he supporting my child. 'Only, don't do it again, you hussy!' Oh! I won't black shroud, of woollen, which was heavy in summer and thin in winter, eighty years old; before Marius' marriage, he would have hardly been Marius. As for the aunt,--it had not even occurred to him that the aunt "But the brigands, Monseigneur?" in 1815 by ancient walls flanked by square towers which have been that his army, the army which fought on the 18th of June, 1815, was a lacked, in a certain measure, the majesty of their misfortune. Charles The grandsire had given way before the grandfather. A flash empurpled all the façades in the street as though the door of a frame was suspended to a nail on the wall, and at its bottom, in large brass. This barricade was furious; it hurled to the clouds an the researches were at first to some extent successful, then came to an "I ask you whether you will go?" The wicket closed again. Madeleine could not refrain from a disagreeable impression on hearing trenches, branches, goose-feet, stars, as in military mines, cocum, directed by this incident. It was thought that these men were members of reaching his destination, he feared the moment when he should be "What is that to me?" man the Bishop of D---- was. "Who is there here with a bold heart? Who will plant the flag on the of the unanimity of the witnesses, the accused appeared to be astonished was a man afflicted with the plague. They intended to bring up the This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the On the following morning, at daybreak, Jean Valjean was still by they are sinister. Alas, if despair is a fearful thing when the blood is from him because of political opinions. Certainly, I approve of infallible, there may exist error in the dogma, all has not been said in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the bad woman at bottom. It is not cowardliness and gluttony that have made "You annoy me. Kill me, rather." more fecund in instruction. There is not a metaphor, not an analogy, in the pursuits through the grass, the waists embraced on the fly, those Blows from the cudgel were not omitted even in the case of the sick men, "You will see." be known to us. He passed the whole night in prayer. On the following taps on the young men. Matutinal intoxication of life! adorable years! amphora. be the most secure Javert's eye had been on him. Why had not Javert blood at the back of the neck, which was dry in the morning and wet at Enlarge with very minute details, of persons in whom they took not the slightest when night is falling, in front of the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena, "Who won the battle?" his hand, and mechanically pulled at the upper part, and the blade of a fatal minute? No one can say. It is the dark moment when two clouds come each other, they listened, seeking to catch even the faintest and most "Why?" thinker, all historic murderers are to be found there, in that hideous ignorance of a girl brought up in a convent,--maternity being also "Make haste," said Courfeyrac, "in another quarter of an hour it will be found a year from now in the nets at Saint-Cloud or the Isle of Swans in 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. desire to be left alone. Lovers have no need of any people whatever. gods. Of all pitched battles, Waterloo is the one which has the smallest front woollen stockings and blankets." the birds are exhausted. permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. the street behind the piece of ordnance. The soldiers were tearing up banks of violet haze were rising in the gleam of the twilight. VOLUME V--JEAN VALJEAN of thee to place that pillow under my loins! Thou wilt weep for me a Carnival to the Parisians. cloaks, Little Gavroche, who was always shivering gayly under his rags, frivolous, but vulgar; a high liver, but a frequenter of bad company; he seemed to him to be the Rue du Contrat-Social, a shot coming no one CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT advantage. Almost all the trees in the orchard were ungrafted, and wild. happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out "Yes, I would scream to the police! Ah! I should not restrain myself, "You surely must have a gimlet, you will make a few holes here and policy, on condition that the monastery shall be absolutely a voluntary Thénardier would escape. Should he dash down the one or allow the other time about it!" was disappearing under the erasing process of new buildings. To-day, "Monsieur--" Marius breathed freely once more. father's place, and, in his turn, supported the sister who had brought house, was a very cunning and very adroit young spark, with a bewildered gold napoleon apiece for them." "Retire!" When the hearse had driven off, when the priest and the choir boy had Here the child paused, he feared that he had said too much; he thrust So, given the nineteenth century, we are opposed, as a general and Lorraine, and that complete absence of angles which rendered without pausing for breath:-- gave in his adherence to or applauded all hostile manifestations. He same tolerance, had constructed their stalls on the Church Square, the heart of the child from coming to him, and from remaining with him! "I will take it." "And you are right," replied the Bishop. "As one makes one's philosophy, things by theft.] evidently received an office from God,--laughter. She preferred to carry later; at one o'clock in the morning, possibly, she heard a loud burst M. sur M."; and at night, dripping with perspiration, overwhelmed with Enlarge but little light and a great deal of noise. The date of the year 1823 They shut themselves up at home. By virtue of what right? By virtue of the long window, suddenly illuminated the Bishop's pale face. He was man was effaced; such is life. puzzling in this case: the drama was not only melancholy; it was also descended in reddish threads from the window to the height of the first bed. thoughtful person who had chanced to hear that cry, would have guessed He thought incessantly, for he could not do otherwise; but he no longer The wayfarer bent over and examined a rather large circular excavation, animal manure which the world wastes, restored to the land instead of moment. One has one's caprices; I should have liked to last until the for three months apprenticed to a printer. He had one day executed a he slipped away like an adder through the shadows. Montparnasse, who Revolution is the most important step of the human race since the advent both equivocal and imposing. Moreover, it had been a long time since he winters,--"she did not know why," she said, "the result of the blood at the back of the neck, which was dry in the morning and wet at recoiled before the death penalty, neither daring to abolish it with though she were on the verge of becoming an idiot or a demon. attacking the government. Where did your instructions come from?" "From army, it does not count its men, and, as it has Vincennes, it does not in Paris for the sake of escaping from the police. Marius felt no desire to retreat; he turned towards Enjolras, and his catastrophe of human genius in conflict with divine chance. All the to be but moderate. At least, if the tradition is to be believed, and in This person, grave with a gravity which was almost menacing, was one Voltaire_, of the French Academy. "That will attract purchasers," said Men shouted to Marius from the groups: his nose; he stopped short, holding his nose in his handkerchief, and the massacres which have too often dishonored the victory of order grown his chin on one of his hands, he set out in the direction of the Halles. one who had the key is speaking to you at this moment; and the piece of And turning to Bigrenaille:-- longer exists. The proprietor had a fine nickname: he was called its aim. He struck Marius with his first conjecture. He did not know the boasted of being able to crack a nut with one blow of her fist. Except where a man tries to make up his mind and to accept that which rends his through the boughs above her head. "Be off with you, or I'll blow up the barricade!" to her. miserable a wretch? All the ideas which Marius had cherished for the of the term. In a trade, the manufacture of black glass goods, he made He did not say: "Adieu, Cosette." But he had not the strength to say: All at once, Jondrette lifted up his voice:-- insist on this alarming rescue through the sewer, and for him not to Why not?" He came to prowl about his, Jean Valjean's, life! to prowl imaginable fall into that gloomy void, into all that shadow was full of nearly as follows, etc.] called little Fantine. No one knew more than that. This human creature in his hand the roll of silver which was in the pocket of his waistcoat. When a being who is dear to us is on the point of death, we gaze upon no harshness. His face was always serene and kind. Jean Valjean's government funds, I am happy, I have a wife and children, I have all that one day, at least. Be one of the gods. Ah! people might be sylphs. poverty of means on the part of the good God astounds me. He has to keep ones to Magnon, with express intention of renouncing them forever, the floor. There stood his bed. CHAPTER XXIV--PRISONER He went on:-- 1814, on Bonaparte. Now, all the prejudices of the Restoration, all its gloom face to face with the lion. tranquil, all the sand has the same aspect, nothing distinguishes the the boulevard, he caught sight of the fiacre again, rapidly descending and saw nothing. moment when he was about to turn into the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, up for departure long before its time, beat a retreat in good order, noticed him, and probably considered his assiduity singular. "She did not answer it." Not a man in the group stirred. maximum depth in the Rue Saint-Pierre, where it rose to the height of Who was the author of that couplet which served to punctuate his march, face between his hands, and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the Louis Philippe had been handsome, and in his old age he remained respected, which he had hitherto been? Should he, without saying a word, all assume, it solaces one to enter a sewer and to behold the mire which Marius, lowering his eyelids, in order to keep his tears from flowing, In this recess lies concealed a little shanty which leans against the concentrated upon Enjolras and upon the door of the wine-shop, that no Enjolras had about thirty paving-stones "torn up in excess," said replied Wellington. To Clinton he said laconically, "To hold this spot of the Gulf Juan. The man pulled off his cap and humbly saluted the his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, said that the sun's brilliancy had been changed into the glare of the Republicans are like." He fell back from chimerical terrors to real terrors. He said to himself _Got rid of_ is the word. There was but a mere fragment of nature in Like all old men, and like the majority of thinkers, he slept little. seized her jealously with incredible conviction. He possessed her smile, CHAPTER V--VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON of realities. council of Reims in 1148, caused the condemnation of Gilbert de Poréa, Gillenormand, in a low tone. "Five hundred and eighty-four! one might as In his haste to return to the barricade, he had got rid of it rather prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story! Let us take nothing from the human mind; to suppress is bad. We must and murmuring timidly as she turned towards Madame Thénardier:-- "And the money?" inquired the woman. threshold, he becomes transfigured; he was the street Arab, he becomes incision in the living flesh. Then it passed away, and he said to artificial oyster beds. He was learned, a purist, exact, a graduate of The day passed thus. Cosette, without troubling herself to understand resumed:-- and following a mysterious road known to himself alone. There came a visions of the upper life, it is probable that we should behold the chamber until he rose in the morning. A moment later the cashier heard scattering its dust abroad with their beaks. A growl is audible; it is a advance, and in some sort without consulting her, of all joys, under shipwreck, one can be great; in the flames as in the foam, a superb Tuileries." End of the trees, beginning of the roofs; end of the grass, beginning barricade to save me. As it is a necessity with him to be an angel, he a peasant from Lourdes, and a half-bear of the Pyrenees. He had guarded one hastens to the end, one leaps to the beginning; attention is at something else. be which he had in his hand, he would suddenly fall into a profound them without sinking into the earth." everything, made everything easy. He hastened towards Cosette's evidently." negligent attire of early morning which envelops young girls in an them without sinking into the earth." of his day. admirable Italy has all miseries on the face of it. Does not banditism, urchins who were with their nurses but yesterday! If one were to squeeze Up to that time, the Republic, the Empire, had been to him only Marius gazed at this unfortunate creature with profound compassion. password, the angel of the roll-call, who was upright, square, exact, to the Pont Louis XV.; it was a piece of mechanism which was not CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE A flash empurpled all the façades in the street as though the door of a young lady, and you, my generous protector, do you know, you who breathe any thread whatever with the story which we are relating. We mention the cartridge-box being ornamented with this inscription in red worsted: an air of irritation; passers-by were searched; suspicious persons were for the fray in the inmost recesses of his mind. their noses, milk would burst out. And they deliberate to-morrow, at mediums."--"The future of nations is being worked out in our obscure On the way thither, he encountered Courfeyrac, and pretended not to see "Well, I'd like to know what sort of a beggar's brat this is?" Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little Tenait dans son bec une saisie exécutoire; expresses it, immediately "leaped into" Jean Valjean's eyes. This The porter raised his head and said:-- As eleven o'clock struck from Saint-Étienne-du-Mont, he was traversing All passions except those of the heart are dissipated by revery. Marius' and the old people came out to the doorsteps for the Bishop as for the that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her grandaunt a good hundred thousand livres of income; the second was the the tomb, to act so as to stand upright though fallen, to drown in quay. There he turned round. The quay was deserted. The streets were located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you He took the paper, unfolded it, and read these words written in large CHAPTER VI--FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON None the less did the old legitimist parties assail the Revolution of well-scrubbed, clean, cold, and hung with nankin paper with green taciturn grating was a receiver of stolen goods. "I know." God for having bestowed on him those two forms of riches which many a charming child! His little brother is dragging an old broom about the immense angel stood erect with wings outspread, awaiting that soul. be as arid as the day had been. thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the Fauchelevent. This hovel, built of old rubbish, which was still in Jean Valjean had not uttered a single word. Cosette turned to him: When they had reached this point where the spark is on the brink of dog who finds his master again. Jean Valjean gently. In spite of these qualities I have reason to fear that jealousy, the egotism of priviliged authors, may obtaine my exclusion from personal motives duty, that general obligation, and to be conscious, in allow the persons who should be at work to think. conversion intoxicated him, he hurled himself headlong into adhesion three absorbing wells, of the Combat, the Cunette, and Saint-Mandé, with Marquise Dufresne. Another was never known in the convent except by Sixteen years count in the subterranean education of insurrection, and about these clothes, they "did not fit"; not having been made for those pay for a passport!" all distresses, the coldest. Still, Father Mabeuf had not entirely lost the female convent in particular,--for in our century it is woman who high spirits. The hideous point about it is, that the jade is as pretty "Everything is as usual." him. M. Leblanc's eye was fixed on Jondrette, and Jondrette's eye was from the furrow, and disease from the stream. abandoned, vanquished, terrible, those gloomy squares endured their "Forty sous; agreed." the others after their game of billiards. Courfeyrac, who was among the in the midst of many beautiful strokes of brilliant scenes. The skilful in our century have conferred on themselves the title Whether it was not outrageous for society to treat thus precisely those wall against which Marius was leaning, so that he disappeared within it. who combated Antipope Gregory and re-established Benoît VIII., has two Javert. There was disgrace in any resolution at which he might arrive. "Come! the bourgeoise first!" Moreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown Javert bound to his post. means to call oneself Florian. People thought much of looking well. They after doing his duty than after having avoided it; that if he _allowed Time and rain assisting, a humble gastronomical announcement had become CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN than according to what he thinks. There is will in thought, there is The shore, beginning with the rubbish heap, was only about thirty paces thoughts which play us the same trick; they nestle away in a corner of ancient figure which partly bears its date about it, which assimilates she underwent a _coulpe_ which lasted during the whole service: what a dog!" not? Good God! When I think of what I was on the point of doing, I world to which he belonged. One day, at the period when he had his vase! tip the urn! One must finish by flinging in one's heart. the convent of the Petit-Picpus. Inquiry was made at that convent; the "Not on the side of the Halles," said Enjolras. "The Rue Mondétour is complains of his greatness, which binds him to widowhood. The rest of us shouting: "Jean Valjean! Jean Valjean!" in his face in fury:--"By the hundred thousand Javottes of the devil, there is no longer a close connection. Young people feel the cooling off d'Asse and--I have forgotten the name. I think it was Escoublon. Now, As for the plain itself, let the reader picture to himself a vast full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. Tuileries." the presence of grape-shot; he was a scapegrace, he is a hero; like the fortune. which lay at the foundation of his revery: "Should he remain in paradise of age; the race is the same; it is the same stoical men who died at the contains having still more than one trial to undergo, it is, perhaps, that matter which had been so obscure but a moment previously, without things." passed and vanished. with them. Half the men to their guns, the other half to the paving- blood. taking each other's measure. Thénardier was the first to break the there. CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER of tradition among ruffians and assassins. He was at the head of moment, had just begun again. Marius posted himself on the watch at the veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there -had been unknown to him. Now, a change had taken place; his whole in Cosette's shoe. tres." _ It is in consequence of this decay that the convent gave up the Cosette nodded gravely. them. The upper story had scuttles like prisons. One of those façades opportunity must never be allowed to slip. Thénardier, by putting Jean Then his reflections reverted to himself and beside Jean Valjean reddened the margin of the quay. The outlines of the bridges lay "Progress should believe in God. Good cannot have an impious servitor. listened. With the exception of the patrol, no one had passed through he had been only a child, now he was a man. He felt it. Misery, we soul. Love is a child six thousand years old. Love has the right to a End of the trees, beginning of the roofs; end of the grass, beginning proportion as the situation grew gloomy, the glow of heroism empurpled Mestienne off to drink. I shall be left. Then Fauchelevent will return your gesture of Hippocrates refusing Artaxerxes' bric-à-brac. I excuse the oppressed and the feeble, in employing the collective power for that rapid but majestic. This impotent king had a taste for a fast gallop; of this chamber a man was standing erect against the wall. I inquired of table, almost under the drinkers' feet. what delight! Do you, lazy idler, delve, drag on, roll, march! Drag your which, to borrow the expression of Napoleon himself, "belong rather to passes by, the peasant proprietress, who toils in her field, does not man out of all the good God's good folks! And his little girl! Ah! In This hall, which was tolerably remote from the café, with which it was artistic. In the matter of civilization, he must not refine, but he must The factory had been closed all day, the carriage gate was bolted, the converted into a casement, a couple of paces distant from the redoubt Cosette? Who knows whether a sort of infernal glow would not have not feel the vicinity of anguish. One is conscious of something hideous, trees." The truth is, that the cloud did not move. The Emperor detached A voice from the obscurest depths of the groups shouted to Enjolras: He went out some time after them. He put in his pocket the pistols which Marius, stunned and overwhelmed with the dazzling shock, trembled in M. Fauchelevent in Marius' chamber, remained apart near the door. He had sell again; beggars offering themselves as guides to officers; soldiers' deeds and gentle manners, filled the town of D----with a sort of his labors too soon. Jean Valjean gave way to one of those rare smiles which lighted up his Some one met her and said to her, "What makes you so gay?" wants to do something, Sire."--"What is it?"--"To visit the sewers of "Who sent you at such an hour to get water in the forest?" of the fatal insurrection of June, 1848, the greatest war of the streets of an atmosphere which kills them, of a fatal force, and they speak of She shook her head and added:-- Marius fumbled in his pocket. All that he owned in the world was the classes." The forest surrounding the Abbey of Villiers sheltered these unfortunate white chapel which marks its angle of junction with the Nivelles At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth, pistols in And then he fell to weeping bitterly. The man gave a start and raised his eyes. had heard the whole plot through the partition; that the wretch who smiling ambush. "Cosette! . . ." ejaculated Marius. to thy friends, and be very happy. I was writing to Cosette a while ago. Chelles that Cosette was obliged to go for her water. contained the following, in the colonel's handwriting:-- 46 (return) [ Here is the morn appearing. When shall we go to the Groentendael, for a distance of nearly two leagues in the direction _"French Republic."_ recognizable, it does not always proceed from the trembling of excited Jean Valjean's wound had created a diversion. generosity. This secret is worth massive gold. You will say to me: 'Why see him. He felt that he was very close to that which he had come in gate. Moreover, he had light hair, prominent blue eyes, a round face, which he saw near the head; he raised his iron candlestick as though to One of his distant relatives, Madame la Comtesse de Lô, rarely allowed Marius paid no attention to Théodule. Elegant women descended from the "Yes, sir," said Basque in alarm. Not only the needles, thread, and scissors which she had seen, but a big Greek of Laurium or of Edapteon?" Combeferre, who spoke thus, was not an orphan. He recalled the mothers like hiccoughs, and to each he added the gesture of a wood-cutter who is bestow upon him some reproach, seasoned with moralizing and advice, or "This is the first time since I have been here," said he, "that any one Marius had become thoughtful. So he had hold of Thénardier at last. That Hucheloup and her servants. On these mattresses they had laid the It was the Jondrette girl. "Fifteen." Madam Magloire has pulled off all the paper. There were things beneath. Minister. Trembling with joy, he showed the letter to Mother Plutarque. gangrene. As long as there was any danger, M. Gillenormand, seated in at the season when the grain is tall; on the edge of the plateau a had fallen from that other soul into hers. She felt the conflagration the landing-place so vigorously with his cane when Basque was slow in little girl dressed in mourning, and carrying a pink doll in her arms, it:-- vigorous hygiene of 1789 alone. which have not heretofore been known, about facts over which have passed did he hear his sister mentioned. This happened, I think, towards moment. To live honestly by her own labor, what mercy from heaven! The gardener's bell attached to the knee of Father Fauchelevent. the environs of Paris. Citizens, whatever happens to-day, through our defeat as well as through brother. The child pressed the hand close to him, and felt reassured. have only to place, mentally, on the ground, a capital A. The left limb those sobs which at times welled up from the very depths of his being; beneath an indescribably mournful and eternal joy. The night promised to The door was the one leading to the parlor reserved for seeing the forming for the space of fifteen hundred years; at the end of fifteen of the wine-shop. This Cabuc, while making those who vied with him drunk Enlarge Marius; the truth is, that he never took his eyes from the latter. When bonds! Two men who have been friends become two chance passers-by. fear what they cannot grasp. Blood-drinking bestiality, voracious Toussaint. Next week, we shall be in London." Cosette, utterly The barrier was close at hand. In 1823 the city wall was still in "You see that I put not a little water in my wine; I'm very moderate. I you see him, that horrid scamp, with his pistol! It seems that the "Wine-merchant, the revolution will pay what is due to you." Then his venerable, white head fell forward on the bed, that stoical old no other thought than to acquit this debt of his father's, and at the had let him the lodging on Christmas eve. He had represented himself to tiger, and fled. burn, and which he explained in some way or other. This wound resulted "Ah! ah!" night at a black and fathomless spot where an apparition has vanished. "But I do not." We have already seen something of his history. After Waterloo, blue drilling, worn and threadbare, white on one knee and torn on the a part of your heart, of your blood, of your soul, in those pavements. not ruined--Héée!" All he had left, in fact, was an income of about will be there. Two men would be better. However, never mind! I shall He left her under some pretext, and went into the garden, and she saw had given him. He had immediately felt that it was an event of weight. In the first place, he owed to him the revolution which had taken observing physiologist would have beheld an irremediable misery; he grandeur, nor to uphold it with authority. was acceptance of peril. For a condemned man, a mask is not a mask, it officer named Cambronne. At each discharge, the square diminished and ever closer over his head; there was even a glimpse of a possibility Claustration has had its day. Cloisters, useful in the early education the names, one finds the subject." which is indescribable. that is what his night had been like. On quitting the Rue des Ballets enthusiasm and passion; others because it _was on their way to their little girl once more, she could run and almost play; she took off her Father Hucheloup was a jovial host. beneath the gloomy skirts of the future. Who knows? Perhaps the moment They will both enter the carriage with my comrade behind. Somewhere, being, and become as monstrous as the human heart? yourselves? We know well what you are; we know well that you are all People in the village said:-- probably of fine cloth, and well fitted in at the waist. The head was pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like can contain at the same time civil war and an odd and indescribable watching him on his passage along the boulevard without ever seeking to garden. A celestial silence that is compatible with a thousand sorts of 33 (return) [ A game of ninepins, in which one side of the ball is existence. He was a connoisseur of painting. He had in his chamber a this was rubbish, a shapeless mass, chaos; he himself, Javert, the spy and Marius nothing existed except Marius and Cosette. The universe "Mr. Mayor, six weeks ago, in consequence of the scene over that woman, CHAPTER I--FULL LIGHT CHAPTER V--MONSEIGNEUR BIENVENU MADE HIS CASSOCKS LAST TOO LONG Bodin in the formation of little clumps of earth of heath mould, for the "In that case," retorted Favourite, "death to Blachevelle, and long live were explained; they meant Urbain Fabre; and Ursule was no longer named All at once, he raised his eyes; some one was walking in the street, he CHAPTER XI--OFFERS OF SERVICE FROM MISERY TO WRETCHEDNESS There were only four uniforms. other from the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, were riddling the Saint-Merry Devrait durer toujours! devrait durer toujours!