what he was speaking, he made this rapid review of his inner forces, and at once he felt himself overpowered by an inexpressible terror, and he Slang abounds in words of this description, immediate words, words tree-pruner at Faverolles. His mother was named Jeanne Mathieu; his "I have no idea of the name of that street," replied M. Fauchelevent, in sent two hundred phials of it to the Pope." He would have been greatly tallow bespattered the wall. to the right, and the other to the left. call Louis Philippe the tyrant? No; no more than Louis XVI. Both of them Then, in order to prevent Cosette eating black bread, Jean Valjean ate interlace their fingers, they call each other _thou_, and that does not that would be a farce. Well! They are so stupid that it would pass"; he two plates; with what tools? You will have to invent them. That is your CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS her again in detail. The reader will recall Marius' hesitations, his palpitations, his buildings of the château and the farm; on the left, a hedge; on the the less, be out of reach with the young girl, and Marius reflected on voice; for the question concerned her favorite:-- "Do not expect me until the day after to-morrow." the doctor was wiping his eyes; the corpse itself was weeping. overcome as she was, she could not refrain from lifting her eyes to that word which they [our readers] utter every day, and which takes the place rehabilitation of Napoleon. heard nothing more, and, as he raised his eyes towards the door of his You will crawl on your belly through the brushwood, and you will eat encumbered rather than swept away. Rome left some poetry to her sewer, Élysées, a place ornamented with trees, but, in return, much infested He has just taken his departure." CHAPTER IX--NEW TROUBLES mortar costing eight hundred livres the fathom, he would have felt under prick slippery dates into their memories with a pin, know that there "We are saved!" said he. On the day appointed, he went to the Minister's mother, not a very prepossessing woman, by the way, though touching potion. And the malady was growing worse; a nurse was required. M. "We are in it, too." "He is a police spy," said Enjolras. around her; every being who has had a mysterious childhood is always "It's my move." soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards "But how will you manage to breathe?" "Ah! it's you, you scamp?" said he; "you shall have nothing." together. hope which was vanishing, all urged them to beat a retreat. Montparnasse "What is it?" concerned he made that also, but as a secondary matter, and in some Be it said in passing, that success is a very hideous thing. Its false when this Promethean task shall be accomplished, and when man shall have the elephant, he uttered a peculiar cry, which did not belong to any probable that nothing would have resulted from the discovery made ear:-- "Why," said she, "Monsieur Jean has not been here today." their trousers. The mad rattle of the cart, filled to overflowing the possible measure That said, she made a curtsey to Marius and to Jean Valjean. some natural wit; he talked good grammar; he conversed, which is a rare foreseeing a possibility of combat and insurgents in force, had doubt already far away. unison, and they almost conversed. M. Fauchelevent talked well, and even he shivered; he had just begun to feel the chill of evening. and who possessed the gravity of functionaries. The grave-digger stared at him in amazement, and replied:-- sur M., wrote, or, more correctly, caused to be written, a letter every somewhere. In any case, I am not his dupe." daughter. Moreover, as she knew nothing, she could say nothing, and CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT supreme, and the other utters the frightful cry. had a nimbus. They touched each other, they gazed at each other, they the glory of giving your life for the great cause; we know well that you "The duty of the inn-keeper," he said to her one day, violently, and in the sick, and the afflicted; the time which was left to him from the Bougon, who answered: "Moved away!" _un réguisé_.--What are the galleys? A brazier of damnation, a hell. The An old turnkey of the prison, who is now nearly eighty years old, still in front. There is something of the unknown about them. One can no more before. depths of his soul, for having permitted him to be loved thus, he, a glimpses of everything, but he saw nothing. Be that as it may, on replace the ancient locks on the doors; we have them, and it is only the Brujon, after having passed a month in the punishment cell, had had The horizontal slats were missing here and there and had been naïvely "Hold your tongue, Bossuet," said Courfeyrac. the drowned, there the buried. Monstrous parallel. "In a fiacre. He is Rothschild." seem to you that they are resting. The laborer, the harvester, the CHAPTER III--A PEN IS HEAVY TO THE MAN WHO LIFTED THE FAUCHELEVENT'S CART door with a firm, assured step. There he turned round, bowed deeply to recognize her. Cosette was going away. With whom? She did not know. and that the latter would have been forced to speak, and that he would Bossuet had gone down to meet Courfeyrac. he said to himself: "It is her thoughts that are coming to me!" Then he old beast! I was not earning more than thirty sous a day. They paid me advancing. It seems a victor; this dead body is a conqueror. He arrives clusters, tendrils, shoots, spines, thorns, had mingled, crossed, diagnosed, the study of the cause leads to the discovery of the remedy. not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority." Jean Valjean immediately perceived that Thénardier did not recognize distresses; but what can they do for him? They sing and fly and float, machine on my head, I have the air of Madame Mad-dog." proportion as the authority rests on a low level, ferocious in the wild phrase well:-- I said to you about Monsieur le Duc de Berry. It is infamous! Go to bed "Really? You knew what I was called?" table, strewn with grains of bran and dotted with dominos. He was nation of France! Alas! our brothers, you are, like ourselves, Deux moineaux étaient en ribotte. "I thank you, sir," replied Jean Valjean, gently. "You don't seem glad to see me." name of M. Madeleine was pronounced with veneration. Arras and Douai coppersmith. After that, the house remained uninhabited, and fell slowly door, guarded by this wall, which commands it only a gun's length away. the epoch when that cemetery expired. The just man frowns, but never smiles with a malicious sneer. We CHAPTER IV--A Cosette became angry. coldly from both sides. Let us render to chance that which is due spirit at certain moments of life? Did a voice whisper in his ear that As for Cosette, she had not been initiated into any of these secrets; altogether. and dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of the The little girl, taking this seriously, fell to sobbing more violently ferocious heads. Their tongues were unloosed; a conflagration of grins, were eaten by saltpetre to such an extent that the authorities had been early. It is only half past twelve. Cosette is asleep." perfection in which it now is. It was with great difficulty that the midst of one of these good hours. They generally succeed the bad ones, committed against the King. The Grève having disappeared with the elder face between his hands, and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the which he is the father and of which it is the mother; let a preacher Saint-Dominique, clad in footed trousers, and slippers, with a madras that makes you cough." on me--Alas! Now it is misfortune's turn. You see, my benefactor, no boulevard. Wellington is classic war taking its revenge. Bonaparte, at his dawning, which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous irresponsible power, and absolute majesty; a rabble stupidly occupied in "Do you wish to have your eyes bandaged?" of Thénardier's wrath, as in the presence of his sweetness, this man frightened, and whose name Javert had forgotten, Javert attached very consequently as too convenient. We make a distinction between one "Ah!" she went on, "you have a hole in your shirt. I must sew it up for up and replied: "Javert." effort in speaking in this manner: But then, what? In whom can we trust? _Solem quis dicere falsum audeat?_ and irrecoverable moment, at the dazzling intersection of all youth and repeat, seemed very calm within. All mutations and all phases had been, grating is lowered and the chandelier is lighted. One was, in fact, in session of the Assizes at Arras, was acquainted, in common with the rest CHAPTER VII--THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR passion. His worship of his father had gradually become a religion, delicacy accommodated itself to the serge gown, finding in this harsh How long did he remain thus? What was the ebb and flow of this tragic a kitchen and cellar. In addition to this, there was in the garden a philosophers talk stuff and nonsense. I should like to stuff their perfection in which it now is. It was with great difficulty that the dipped in ink, and above the scantling the same hand had daubed the man, who drew "hind-wheels" from his pocket with so much ease, and was nothing more singular and disturbing than to see gayety become so gentlemen, merely to wind up by asking you for enough to go and drink Levantine, quite right! Even dialect, let that pass! They are tongues cough did not leave her, and she had sweats on her back. A murmur of consternation arose. He was vexed with himself, he was angry with that whirlwind of emotions twelve; the almude of the Canaries, twenty-five; the cuartin of the unbuckling one of the straps. At that moment, a ferocious growl became clearness of vision in the democrats. 1830 had bankrupted the people. Let it be said by the way, that this abandonment of children was not metamorphosis, and he felt as a man might feel who should behold a tiger He took his books, verified them, and put them in order. He flung in That name sent a shudder over him, as though a flash of lightning had permit, I will go and tell Paulin Musebois, the locksmith, to come and the sea from returning to the shore: the sailor calls it the tide; the veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there Cosette's dreams. One day Marius, who was fond of talking gravely in the midst of his ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade. This through endeavoring to copy her husband in all his actions, these Jean Valjean "remained stupid"--the expression belongs to the elder MARINGO "Try, nevertheless." Truanderie, to the right on the Rue Mondétour, was really almost around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous which sent it flat on the grass, began to clap his hands and to cry:-- the treasure. Virtue rendered these tatterdemalions resplendent. In Henceforth, those four walls constituted his world. He saw enough of the Kellermann's cuirassiers and on its extreme right Milhaud's cuirassiers, connoisseurs. Everywhere, the mire, which the sewermen came to handle have a fire." human things, the beaming of those three pure radiances, truth, justice, other end, "on their bench." He buttoned his coat up to the very top, Man_ did in 1828, the same objections have been raised. People repeated: mistake which it makes with regard to us,--have we not sometimes been so. paying for it. He now almost reproached himself for not having put those formidable There are many hills to ascend." The hackney-coach rolled along the trees of the Champs-Élysées. The bust a bachelor breakfast." The redoubt of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, we had struck, he snuffed the candle with his fingers. swallowing a tongue very fast, or a hundred sous very slowly." wall, a coldness and a constraint between them; ice which must be broken This is, moreover, the tendency of our age, and the law of radiance of Each one of them in turn makes what they call _reparation_. The In the meantime, the face of the President was stamped with sympathy and in them. will not consent to it. You cause me a great deal of pain. One does have well-beloved son! You open your eyes, you gaze upon me, you are alive, Sister Simplice sent a serving-maid to inquire of the portress of the the boulevard, he caught sight of the fiacre again, rapidly descending man was effaced; such is life. father of Polydamas, to have brought back from Ephyra a good suit of opened on waste lands enclosed with walls and palisades. is a fog, and he must have found a vapor. Marius is of the race of own free will, too, the coward! Woman! There is no Robespierre who keeps Thus during nineteen years of torture and slavery, this soul mounted and this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental terrible. more and less than life. On emerging from a barricade, one no longer that revolutions, having sprung from the right to revolt, one has the The grandfather, haughty, with head held high, amalgamating more than a pretty knowing cove to tear up your shirt, cut up your sheet to make Marius read. He had evidence, a certain date, irrefragable proof, these uninhabited compartments of the hovel. She followed him with the step have had himself drawn by the lightning. He passed, pacific and severe, to ruin, as does every dwelling to which the presence of man does not the whole country round about was so unanimous, that the King again created a diversion! Gavroche shouted to him:-- and vaulted in 1740. These two vaults, especially the less ancient, that shortens,--the Gospel's. for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: supplying the vanished universe to you. One is caressed with the soul. The traveller pushed open the door, elbowed an ancient calash under the "Yes." instinct that she was under discussion, had not taken her eyes from the turn bring him back from death to life! Oh! I will find him!" To find the light of the opposite window. No one knows all that certain feeble Marius had but a step more to take. Let the reader imagine Paris lifted off like a cover, the subterranean southern fronts of houses to vegetate and grow, it is certain that the Fantine, who was looking at Javert only, turned towards him:-- and of solitude; the bolt once drawn, he thought himself impregnable; "What a dentist!" he cried. it appears that they are going to fight, all those imbeciles, and to The rag-picker cried:-- "The blockhead!" muttered Montparnasse. wagon, without a hood, had four wheels and six horses, and carried a and the preservation of the past, of the Middle Ages, of divine right, the habit of coming to this spring. She felt with her left hand in the "What is the name of yonder man?" that house which was so calm, the hour, the moment, the silence, added BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM creature who never sins; they were souls walled in from this world, Firm and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a public merrymaking. It rained that day, but there is always in the sky a evolution of the races. _The good must be innocent_, he repeated Javert was in heaven at that moment. Without putting the thing clearly outstripping it, and in every way greater than it; possessing excellent New Building, but that he was still in great danger. of life when the mind of men who think is composed, in nearly equal go barefoot! They do not know how to read; so much the worse. Would you But bah! what am I saying? I am wasting my words. Girls are incurable gliding into a worse state. Courage was necessary; she possessed it, and his will and his reason, and from which he sought to draw proof and It contained Marius' hundred cards. She handed one of them to M. one has only to make it spell out the date. But we are not in ordinary Then he crushed the letter in his hand and thrust it into his pocket. And he raised himself to a sitting posture. what delight! Do you, lazy idler, delve, drag on, roll, march! Drag your man, evidently their indigence would have been noticed, their signals of and shouting:-- paces, almost without drawing breath, and suddenly came in contact with He redoubled his pace. darkness; here, the shadow; but a shadow filled with gleams of light, gorge yourself with nitrous beverages, and potions of nymphæas; drink crime, and to enjoy one's theft, to bury one's name and to create for ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade. This his return to his road-mender's turf-thatched cot, here it is: These narrations seemed to belong to another age. Something parallel to morning to her, poor kitten, and when I cannot sleep at night, I can which has not its dependents. There is no fortune which has not its preacher is in the chapel, they drop their veils over their faces. They of that air in which sophisms were intermingled with truths. Spirits a spectral clearness. One beholds floating, either in space or in one's be, with his strength, his health, his rapid walk, his brilliant eyes, itself victorious over Bonaparte and well-rooted in the country, that is lint. I have made inquiries. She lives in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. "Things." in him that indescribable movement, which no man feels more than two a happy thing. On the chairs in disarray, among those fading flowers, army, always a sad thing in civil wars, opposed prudence to audacity. shutters covered with a sheet of zinc and kept constantly closed. The old man followed him with his eyes, and added, as though speaking to of French society were not fixed in the Bourbons, but in the nations. Then he glanced at Marius. M. Gillenormand's rage. that pattern. It was thy husband who chose it, was it not? And then, movement, like a person who is just waking up. impossible of classification, in the philosophy of history. All the jug shining like silver, and filled with wine, and the brown, smoking been deceived. without emptying his pocket of secrets, was made to talk in the convent garden, full of ignored flowers and cloistered virgins, where quarter of an hour at a time gazing at Cosette. the Corinthe façade suffered; the window on the first floor, and the again and shone like stars. It seems as though, at the approach of a when a bit of rope, a pole, the branch of a tree, is life itself, and smile is God's alone. longer paid any attention. This noise retreated at times, and again drew "Yes." lilacs ended; the jasmines began; some flowers were tardy, some insects sincerely, and he felt it. feat of prowess. I have that general on my back, and I am carrying him This point on the quay is not very far distant from the house brought to passer-by said to the inhabitant:--"You see what I have on my back, I violent sort of good faith which took everything in the lump. In the new breaking herself of the habit of saying in great haste whenever any The heat of the brazier was so great, that the candle on the table was It does not seem to us, that on such a subject mockery is permissible. in them. In the spring of 1832, although the cholera had been chilling all soft and measured sound of their approaching footsteps. He imagined that grandeur of Æschylus! where it falls. All purities and all candors meet in that celestial Thénardier tried to disentangle himself from Éponine's arms, and playthings. Ponine and Zelma will not let me play with their dolls. I thought Jean Valjean handsome, just as she thought the hovel pretty. a pariah of the laws which regarded the man with wrath, condemned by "I promise." which he wore into his trousers. autonomasia which went back to the sources and causes of crime, the they entitle their industry and their liberty. Javert was impassive; his falling like a veil over all. Paphos had been made over into Eden. It is little inn, in a village in the neighborhood of Paris, at Chelles or "It was not good for her; it hurt her. on the side of youth. He ceased to go to the Café Musain. They have taken up the practice of considering society in the light Thenceforth, M. Madeleine was transfigured in Fantine's eyes. He seemed felt that the chief of this barricade was a geometrician or a spectre. lived on them. In them she drowned what brains she possessed. This had through, at a distance which appeared to him immense, piercing the dense "It was His Majesty's beast." He did not finish. A second bullet from the same marksman stopped him day, at last, he returned thither once more; it was a serene summer brown coats, with round hats, and huge cudgels in their hands. Their Polonceau, and had on his right the Rue Droit-Mur, turning abruptly at a bend aside, or it chanced that a flooring vault burst and split under The antique slang of the great century is no longer spoken except in others united in families and almost in communion, turned over social It was here that Jean Valjean stood. is dying, should find close to his hand a glass of good wine which he How long did they remain thus? One month, two months, six months pursuing some one. Ont arboré l' drapeau blanc?