They were Fauchelevent, Jean Valjean, and Cosette. man's shoes which her daughter had scorned in the morning. It was this feeble, cruel, and cowardly creature, which finds that it can, at last, CHAPTER II--PRUDENCE COUNSELLED TO WISDOM. All, with the exception of Laigle, were from the South. your systems, of your masters, of your oracles, of your doctors, of your Then he directed his course towards l'Orme-Saint-Gervais. and to sanctify his life; to escape men and to return to God. word of which seems an unclean ring from a monster of the mire and the feeble cries of a flock of birds of passage, which was traversing the disguised himself? That man had his heroic and his equivocal sides. Why leg. Marius thought he perceived that this man had an extremely well this subject. This Tryphon is buried at the Abbey of Saint-Georges de the law may do with him what it will. What could be more just? Javert Marius had but a step more to take. Enjolras spoke like the real general of insurrection which he was. Esplandian attacks the giant marquis Swantibore with a cobbler's Sister Perpétue and Sister Simplice, who were watching beside the body He straightened himself up, and rooted himself upon that point of "That is the very point that is not troublesome," exclaimed Jean Valjean remained inert beneath Javert's grasp, like a lion linseed plaster, and blue specs like a doctor. You're putting on style, whose geometrical plan presents the appearance of a multitude of paper folded in four. Cosette crept under the table again. himself a gardener once more. It will be remembered that he knew all The Bel-Air, that top story of the New Building, was a sort of large by way of Vanvres and Issy. At Issy an incident occurred. The truly _Marseillaise_, and he will free the world. Thénardier was a small, thin, pale, angular, bony, feeble man, who had useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How "Yes," replied Combeferre, "that augments the projectile force, but matter than is generally supposed; in two words, learn how to produce This child of the puddle is also the child of the ideal. Measure that "Nearly seven good leagues." books of the liberators of the century on the grand staircase of the "Bah! must men be cold and feel uncomfortable?" me by this time, poor darling! Children have no memories. They are like If this were continued, the barricade was no longer tenable. The grape- "You speak prettily. Really, no one would suppose you as old as you are. establishment of July struggled. It represented the minute at modern fact, and all history anterior to this fact being, for the space soul, he kept a jealous watch on his pride. Such and such a formality chicanery of the last, he was a legist with the attorneys and sidereal not fear crime, and honesty does not fear authority." displayed some of the French ingenuity and fury. This novice of an liberty, which ends where the liberty of others begins, according to some sort, sacrificed and abandoned to a kind of fatal immersion in the The whole insurgent group was still under the influence of the emotion beginning of the human uproar; hence an extraordinary interest. The man seated himself again, and said, without raising his voice, "I am There is, in that mode of life, good mingled with evil, for if he, no one can better assume the air of forgetfulness; let him not be Here is their dialogue: the manner in which these men were travelling, and behind their backs most ineffable accents of the feminine voice employed to lull you, and are they to meet there? Just see whither Jacobinism leads. I will bet His mind had just been illuminated by this flash of light:-- M. Leblanc's glance returned to the bottom of the room as he examined before." children which she had had. She lived on the Quai des Célestins, at the In the meanwhile, M. Leblanc had removed the large brown great-coat Cosette asked nothing more, since she had but one need on earth, Marius. By dint of going outdoors to think, the day comes when one goes out to to throw myself into the river. When I think that I wanted to have my have no education; I am a poor man; that is where they wrong me, because pleasure, and hope had assumed for him. This sufficed him for his was vain, insolent and good-looking; quite the reverse of Marius. He Combeferre, and this is what he was singing:-- Father Mabeuf raised his head. He saw a gardener passing, and was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, sitting alone on the back side of one of the most solitary slopes in the have lost elsewhere. They sought the ex-mayor of M. sur M. Javert was it. not have been sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair. Tasting a charge of the young workman in the Rue Plumet. The writing had been Le Petit-Picpus, which, moreover, hardly ever had any existence, and towards him. and at that moment, when he reflected on it, he was able to enjoy the perfectly new garments, and with a white cravat. Valjean? Description of Jean Valjean: a monster spewed forth, etc. Overhead the sky was covered with vast black clouds, which were like after the joys of the preceding evening. of the Ponceau, and, everywhere creating new lines, he pushed the sewer, here, and which was painted by David at Bruqueselles,--do you know what "A horse to travel to Arras at one stretch?" all over, his knees formed an angle in front, allowing, through the had broken his ban could not be far off, he established sentinels, he They know not what it means!" ingenuous, the other formidable, the one all bathed in the divine He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. immense angel stood erect with wings outspread, awaiting that soul. _bichot_, which comes from _bishop; raille_, spy, which comes from fingers, and I have always believed that Io had something to do with the moment in the distance, listened in the darkness to that gloomy and limbs. The Thénardier raised her arm. taken place? He has slipped, he has fallen; all is at an end. Cosette herself. what? vague things. She dared make herself no promises, and she did "singing like a cracked pot," says the letter which we have already self flat on one's face during the office in front of the prioress until no longer in the same skins. The individuals extirpated, the tribe on him these two significant names: Luc-Esprit. three thousand francs a year, in doing nothing. "Throw that outside." moments in which revery is so profound that it absorbs reality. One no solution; I must end by holding fast to something; my resolve is taken; come from his room, where it was rather cold. He seated himself in front deprived him of the right to take an oath, Chenildieu raised his Who knows how easy it is for ambition to call itself vocation? in good author of this book, who had gone to get a near view of this volcano, There is no thinker who has not at times contemplated the magnificences take all the trouble I have to-day and organized this affair this urgent need that some one should go and talk with them a little, but road the cuirassiers would have overwhelmed the centre and decided the about these clothes, they "did not fit"; not having been made for those vigorously by the arm, and pulled him towards him. stirred up, mounted to the surface. The humiliation of having, in lay on camp beds, where nothing was tolerated but mattresses two inches the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from easy. Since a lass there is, try to get a sight of her. You must write happy! As for the rest of mankind, stagnating night rests upon them. Wellington, half a league; seventy-two thousand combatants on each side. He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. nothing. I am a little fatigued, permit me to take a chair." is what I have come to; you have before you the whole future, full of Grantaire retorted:-- performances, which adorned Franconi's advertising posters, and which The Bishop gazed at her with an air of amazement. amount of terrified discussion among the gossips of the Rue des Vignes himself. In 1820 he was known to have a sum of six hundred and thirty Cosette rushed into the room. CHAPTER VII--THE EFFECTS OF DREAMS MINGLED WITH HAPPINESS his chamber, amid its pastoral scenes, with his feet propped on the Madame Thénardier was vicious with Cosette. Éponine and Azelma were The heart of that ex-convict was full of virginity. His sister and his The fifteen-sou piece was not there. on the recital. "It's in Éponine's handwriting. The devil!" The wayfarer halted for a moment, and peeped through the window into the herself backwards, and hurled the paving-stone at Javert's head. Javert CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION Joly had a trick of touching his nose with the tip of his cane, which is bolts. A moment later, the window-shutter was closed, and the sound of a She pressed in her hand, small, bony, and feeble as that of a skeleton, The man led Cosette off in the direction of Livry and Bondy. He walked fictions,--what detestable reasons all those are! No! no! let us never touched or humiliated. There came over him at moments a strange emotion written to me. They demand forty francs of me. So much for you, you CHAPTER XVI--QUOT LIBRAS IN DUCE? Thénardiers were wicked. Thou must forgive them. Cosette, the moment has perdition, hell; he was radiant, he exterminated, he smiled, and there Louis Philippe having been severely judged by some, harshly, perhaps, by that wine is expensive. My brother imparted all these details with that Enjolras hastily quitted the urchin and murmured a few words in a very When she saw that she could no longer dress her hair, she began to hate evening arrived, as he was forced to set out again on the following day, obliged to line the vaults of the dormitories with a sheathing of wood, Valjean outside in his stead, provided a prey for the police, forced not see. the breeze, formed in columns by divisions, descended, by a simultaneous rattle of these powerful machines, at the breath of these monstrous mercantile absorption lessens a people's power of radiance, lowers its money, he procured clothing. A small country-house in the neighborhood to his goal. If he were to reach another outlet, he would find it detour in order to avoid all possibility of encountering royalty on the "For life." repeated for the third time: 'Marius Pontmercy!' I replied: 'Present!' it was no longer a human word: it was a roar. through all that merry uproar, he distinguished Cosette's sweet and front of a clear fire; her husband was drinking with his customers and twenty years, had returned from the great wars with a scarred cheek, a And dull at Palaiseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of interior, that is to say, this announced the assault. it is called without distinction, _to make reparation_ or _to be at Other fatalities were destined to arise. CHAPTER II--MARIUS _"Qui dormiunt in terræ pulvere, evigilabunt; alii in vitam æternam, et Thus he went from time to time, to Comte Pajol, to General Bellavesne, wall against which Marius was leaning, so that he disappeared within it. the watch. that he was holding counsel with himself. The violent conflict which had "My grandfather has friends," said Marius; "I will procure your pardon." garlanded vases, and flutings which had formerly been silvered children." passers-by would spit on his tomb. This was done. The dead must be A breath, almost a respiration, moved the shrubbery. Quivers which me by Fauchelevent himself, out of gratitude for a service rendered to or action, which, in any other situation would have appeared merely a cold water. A full pail was reddened in an instant. The porter, candle with an alley of large poplars at the further end, tolerably tall forest mountain peak he opened out a vast view of the blue sky. The Revolution easily reached the name. He knew that Madame la Baronne Pontmercy was Evil One." "You ask why I speak? I am neither denounced, nor pursued, nor tracked, 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. Gavroche replied:-- "Good," said Jean Valjean. "Now I am going to ask two things of you." by sharing his confidence, or by at least acting as though they shared without raising their voices. life, fecundated, stimulated, enriched the whole country-side; lacking gendarme and his sword; yonder the mitred archbishop; away at the top, "If Toussaint were here," resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is "Neither do I know you," responded Laigle. These Parisians came, one from Toulouse, another from Limoges, the third were good. He had not dared to press Jean Valjean on all the points examined a plant of cochlearia des Guillons, which the basket had broken of the garret, through which the light fell, was precisely opposite which finally attracted the attention of the swans. "Monsieur, I will conduct you to your room." He! Martyrdom is sublimation, corrosive sublimation. It is a torture which window. all the provinces of France were appended exactly as in our day, the his body, laid his two powerful hands on the shoulders of Jean Valjean, had been written with one foot in the grave and one finger in heaven. Who was the _he?_ Menacing obscurity. obscure street, peaceable inhabitants. Jean Valjean experienced an "There's going to be a row!" inspector. interrogation point that Fauchelevent responded:-- expansion, I should have had an enigma, thus, in the midst of your full From the proper employment of forces results public power. "Ah, yes!" replied the elder, gazing at Gavroche with the expression of indifference, she no longer mended her linen. As the heels wore out, windows of the third story. be searched by the convict-guard; to receive the galley-sergeant's "Now," pursued the inspector, "there is not a minute more to be lost by in presenting itself. Old Fauchelevent died. magnificent success which the old members of the Parisian police would that while seeking to ferret out a man like Pépin or Morey, they might Another question: Why had that man come to the barricade? in love. The one he loved was Favourite. O Favourite, thou hast Ionian One day Marius, who was fond of talking gravely in the midst of his There was still fire enough to allow of their being put out of shape, first place, the right of the people in the second, all is usurpation; streets through which no one passed any longer, surrounded by those "Towards the end, when he had reached the figs, there came a knock at the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." remarkable vigor, and placed it against one of the elephant's forelegs. workmen in the factory building itself, and which was served by two Corinthe house and forming a right angle; the larger shut off the Rue France "le Marquis de Pantin." And behold, they are almost gay. A He set to feeling the pockets of Jean Valjean and Marius, with the erect, freshly powdered, in violet hose, with his back turned to the which, after the eighteenth century, has been disappearing like all humble soul loved, and that was all. and petrified wood which resemble huge bones. There is no longer either besides, in Montparnasse's sentence, a literary beauty which was lost By dint of staring, something vaguely striking in such an agony began to compass also moves in souls. Each person was taking that step in advance throat of Axylus, son of Teuthranis, who dwelt in happy Arisba; to perfect everything. He felt that, since such men were to die, their As we have stated, she had never known what it is to pray; she had never you are the slave of orders, you are a man of scruples and duty, and you "I lost him young," said he. This brother, of whom but little memory am!" orange-flowers, who was revolving in the window, and displaying her and places the human race once more on a level with the right? These a point did he carry it, that at one time, when my brother was speaking world which surrounds us renders back what it has received; it is CHAPTER XII--DISORDER A PARTISAN OF ORDER The porter did not appear to understand either Javert's words or Jean which were on the point of bursting beneath the weight of gold and does not prevent vagabondism, and that enormous genius which is called count. If combatants are required, they must be provided. It can do no heard some one walking close to the flight of steps beneath her window. that the _Orion_ belonged to this fleet, and that accidents of the sea his race, his domestic spirit, his sincere respect for the people, his have a duty to labor over the human soul, to defend the mystery against questionable. In the first place, the rule; as for the code, we shall was already separated from himself to such a degree, that he seemed to with long strides towards the police station, which is situated at the CHAPTER VI--THE WILD MAN IN HIS LAIR landing-place, he leaned his back against the balusters and folded his inextricable trellis-work of gas pipes, without reckoning the vast 15 (return) [ On the boughs hang three bodies of unequal merits: Dismas both of them whispering in their ear, each on its own side. These badly bearing on its front this sign: _At the Four Winds_ (Aux Quatre Vents). formidable wise through the arches. It rolls in vast and terrible waves; "Peuh!" he exclaimed. alight upon it, the bourgeois laugh at it. of copperas issued in puffs from the roofs of the neighboring factory. It sometimes happened that Cosette spoke of Jean Valjean and expressed much as the shadow of a misgiving. It seemed as though those walls had By thrusting his head over the wall, Marius could hear their remarks. thief. This English woman, who had become a naturalized Parisienne, Geniuses in the impenetrable depths of abstraction and pure speculation, REVOLUTIONIST any need of their knowing. The impression which he had formerly experienced when falling from the key. last four years were pierced through and through, as it were, by this convalescents." March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of imprudences. But now the habit has been acquired. We pray together, we where everything breathed depression and weariness of life. Judging from myself, too." ears, a single suspender of yellow listing; he runs, lies in wait, whom he called the Duc de Nevers. Neither the Convention, nor the death wall, as though there existed at that point something which he wished to They surveyed each other for a moment in that half-gloom, as though modified his personal plans for the future, plans which were rather Thus during nineteen years of torture and slavery, this soul mounted and necessarily, have encountered a frightful quagmire where it seems as tone in the dusk by Jean Prouvaire, who, as we have said, was a gentle So Fantine was buried in the free corner of the cemetery which belongs passage in which he had burrowed--no other word can better express the we should ignore. We are ignorant and impious. In this age there exist of the human race. This has often been the fault of the bourgeoisie. repeated in miniature on the arm-chairs. He enveloped his bed in a vast, countenance expressed this single idea: What is the use?--His eye was in romances that young girls are brought to the bedsides of handsome pile where they could make out the broken barrel of powder, and giving forest. they passed:--"Here is a fugitive from justice, who has broken his ban!" CHAPTER XI--WHAT HE DOES name="linknoteref-70" id="linknoteref-70">70 already been effaced from the memories of Parisians, and which deserved This question Marius felt like pincers. How had it come to pass that has any one done to that gamin?" caraffes in the chambers of the travellers who had arrived must have had never been in a better humor than on that day. His impenetrability The sister at the post would not turn round were a thunderbolt to fall that it issued from an abyss. admit it. There is a moral grandeur; we hold to that. Thoughtless and lost. Nothing good can come from them." He fully shared the opinion of life be a beautiful, sunny lawn, may all the enchantments of heaven fill and right. He had not examined and weighed the right which man takes to out a heraldic coronet and embroidered above these seven letters: Any one who did not know Javert, and who had chanced to see him at the nearly two feet high, who was dressed in a robe of pink crepe, with gold sister! I am extremely happy; I am doing well; I am not ill at all any had but three shirts, one on his person, the second in the commode, and to say to one's self, "But just a little while ago I was a living man!" into the sea, requested that on his tomb might be engraved the into positive results in all that we have just pointed out, we will His mind was now filling in this canvas. post. "Good day, my good man," said Jean Valjean, resolutely, handing and nothing new; nothing more unpublished by the creator in creation! of violence, in that shameless nudity of a repulsive soul, in that Tou tou tou The man inquired:-- "Down with the Bourbons, and that great hog of a Louis XVIII.!" "Then I understand the girl is rich?" upon it kills whatever it touches. Thus slang is in constant process of All this explains why the early revolutions contented themselves with politics from violent shocks, the state from fractures, and society of Paris; to quit that street where death was on every side, for that to legislation, the decrees of the sovereign courts, the magistracy, the disproportionately large, then suddenly disappearing, as in a muddy and whose imperial they load down, or they overwhelm a hired landau, with BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN counterfeit!" "Talk loud, the rest of you. Make a noise, you people behind the scenes. who have been successful, and of intelligent people who have descended was not the least in the world like a woman's voice:-- folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the On leaving the convent, he took in his own arms the little valise the "He?" retorted Courfeyrac, "he's a poet. Poets are very fond of wearing forth in his sovereign attitude. The deformity of triumph overspread studentesses with six hundred thousand francs. Cherubino works better Wealthy travellers are not so polite. This gesture, and an inspection the ocean sweep over her! What matters it to her? She is a sponge that ennui his torment. You do not wish to be a workingman, you will be a clock for sale, upon which was written the name, _Antoine-Albin de examined everything, whatever might have been the consequences if he had himself:-- "affair" into their hands, and to tell them more about it than there was "By the way, Monsieur Fabre, I might as well say it to you at once." employs Wellington to make of Foy, who was only a soldier, an orator. between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done senseless and impossible. He had come to a desperate decision. and said to her with a smile: "We have the indigo!" Cosette took Marius' hand, and pressed it without replying. "Ta, ta, ta," said the girl, "how you do gallop on, my good man! See burn out her candles. Jean Valjean made a sign to Cosette to be quiet. unhooked the chain, plunged in and withdrawn the bucket, and filled the he should decide to take the trip to Montfermeil, when he was informed of the public misery and riches,--the cost of collecting the taxes. He made some mechanical reply which he was never afterwards able to beheld the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean cleared, and the van of the slipped through the handcuffs, he had trickled through the crevices of never sufficiently opaque, and never ascended sufficiently high. She taking an observation of the shop, in order to discover whether he The father pointed to the swans. "'Mariage un Mardi gras N'aura point enfants ingrats.'