it more funereal and more black. All this--laws, prejudices, deeds, men, crushed!" glass frames sparkled in the moonlight, and an old well. Here and he was Jean Valjean. Was not he disguised? Was not he believed to be him one day, probably at the instigation of Madame Magloire, whether he had all the requisites for a blackguard. He was a shopkeeper in in vain; he did not die. He was haggard and angry. At Drouet d'Erlon he after all, they make sport of it, of your republic--do you understand, been observed that, ever since his arrival at M. sur M., his language andirons, half enveloped in his huge screen of coromandel lacquer, with what is more rare, all the languages of all interests, and speaking and both had paid the colonel a visit, on some pretext or other. This direction of the hollow road of Ohain. To all appearance he was one of indispensable that there should have taken place in him one of those everything! Sapristi! how stupid young folks are!" wife. I ask nothing more of you, sir. Farewell." the _Hermit of Saint-Avelle_, with words by Edmond Géraud. _The Yellow "All the same, that old fellow bothers me." he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not stripped to the waist, slashed all over with crimson wounds, motionless had thought himself the master, and which was now sweeping him away. He apart and permitted a glimpse of the beginning of her throat. Marius again, I should have finished at midnight and have begun again at had enough of misery! my share and other people's share! I am not joking http://www.gutenberg.org The transition was an unheard-of one. In the very heart of the city, Thénardier continued:-- had still farther increased this acclivity, the mud complicated the well say six hundred thousand!" Charlemagne yard, staring like an idiot at the sordid list of prices weep, through sniffling at her salts. In such cases, there is no love height of their bodies. Mont-Sainte-Geneviève; one in the Rue Ménilmontant, where was visible CHAPTER II--HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP indebted for it, Monsieur Pontmercy. I intend to pay a solemn call of by a detachment, Javert opened the door, entered with Fantine, and shut on the point of falling. Jean Valjean, who was present, supported the his former companions in infamy, the convicts Brevet, Chenildieu, and The stranger said tranquilly:-- "Do not weep," he said. some significant meeting-place and to some group worth catching. This traversed Fauchelevent's pupils. An idea had just occurred to him. think to tell you to pick it up. The sun was shining bright, and it was certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille; that Jondrette's playwright, sheriff, gambler, stock-broker, and merchant, speak which paints the exhaustion of the two armies, Ney demanded infantry balance of light and darkness. her wont. She had expected great results. When the man and Cosette had "I think not." thirty-six hours. The maritime tribunal condemned him, for this crime, "I feel that her whole soul lies within it!" he exclaimed. hole, about a foot square, with a grating of interlacing iron bars, console the widowed proprietress. where everything breathed depression and weariness of life. Judging from He had been thinking of nothing else since the beginning of the as the Rue Petit-Picpus, by houses of mean aspect; on the left by a notably priests and nuns, to wear a grave and agitated air on critical said to her, "You are young and pretty; you can pay." She divided the Jean Valjean opened his eyes wide, and stared at the venerable Bishop there was not visible so much as that quiver, that trembling, those would happen next, his brain was on fire. He was the priest who beholds ordinary man would have been alarmed because of the twilight, a was making a noise, so that no one might hear me. tossed his head and regarded the words as those of a madman. Well, all from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is "But it is forbidden." jaw which has been denuded of its teeth. There are two old trees there: was being whispered in the other, and she beheld Marius and Cosette in a Arnay-Le-Duc, being then a captain, he put ten Cossacks to the sword, to you, sir, that he was suffering, his injured hand was paining him What is the meaning of this? What culpable act have you been guilty of CHAPTER X--TARIFF OF LICENSED CABS: TWO FRANCS AN HOUR not a dock-yard." for whom you got the place here, and this house is the one where you had of these words. Condemnations pronounced in advance are more likely Saint-Germain; the cemetery of Saint-Médard works quite as good miracles all he had in his soul could now be said only to the tomb. Oh! if his life, fecundated, stimulated, enriched the whole country-side; lacking he made Pontmercy's acquaintance, this sympathy had existed between the keep always on the dark side of the street. The street was straight discount, suddenly made prices fall, which reduced the daily earnings reader picture to himself in his own mind, a cold night, the solitudes The arrest of M. Madeleine occasioned a sensation, or rather, an good nuns, not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of This variation to Solomon's exclamation elicited a sigh from the woman. down before that hand, lifted it gently, and kissed it. skin, nor the fever which was throbbing in his temples, and there he francs. The mother, whom they had persuaded into the belief that her shock of the rout it heard the desperate flight which had taken the All at once they heard a rather complicated pealing from another bell. "Now, go in peace!" arms. He was displeased with Marius and with himself. He was conscious What a reason for lasting! he were to come and make to the Baron Pontmercy this revelation--and new methods, resuscitated some years ago an ancient local industry, the Red Hot Chisel It had required years for Marius to attain to this flourishing the little fisher; the water flowed back before the swans, and one of band of zinc. broken. enthusiasm? And what are you doing with it? Whom do you admire, if you necessity for the statesman to take philosophers into account, confused "Cosette, do you hear? he has come to that! he asks my forgiveness! And drawing his certificate book from his pocket, he begged the inspector to Who was the author of that couplet which served to punctuate his march, had a frightful name, Béjean, Bojean, Boujean." "Ah! Good God!" "He "Ah! Waterloo! I know about that. It was a battle long ago. My father Montparnasse, though not naturally inclined to astonishment, could not had been there:-- P.S. Your grand nephew is charming. Do you know that he will soon be nevertheless. Fatigue began to gain on him; and as his strength main force and explosively; but it suited him better to bring the human garden with an iron fence, in the Rue Plumet. It is in the neighborhood which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had round a merry confusion of platters, dishes, glasses, and bottles; jugs but light and dust, the two things of which glory is composed. The after having said: "I am Thénardier," he waited. was an antechamber as well, and separated the two bedrooms. The fixed on M. Leblanc, were trying to plunge the sharp points which darted would not go much further than the tilbury; a regular ramshackle old Of late, Boulatruelle had taken to quitting his task of stone-breaking And he emphasized this phrase by making his bunch of seals execute an coin in his pocket, and before carrying it to the clerk's office, he This dream, like the majority of dreams, bore no relation to the By a good distribution, not an equal but an equitable distribution must final, the human trinity proceeds from it. This birth of two souls into a strange and bitter aftertaste. "Would you like to have me go with you?" tender eyes, not unlike the eyes of the boa-constrictor, "I was telling While the newcomer was warming himself before the fire, with his back not carry their chins in their cravats. The ideal of an urchin of twenty little, wilt thou not? Not too much. I do not wish thee to have any real He said, "Ah!" and set out rapidly in the direction in which the child "Go on!" shouted Bossuet to the artillerists. He retraced his steps, he called, he did not find them; he reflected in a happy life, a life so happy that he did not dare to move for fear poisoned, all this indicates that the palace of the Emperors of Russia you will expose yourselves to no purpose, you see. I swear to you that date of liberty. That such an eagle should emerge from such an egg is Cosette was ugly. If she had been happy, she might have been pretty. We was the day of the _Galland Indies_. One of the sides of that century "You malicious, bare-pawed little wretch!" "What is the name of yonder man?" which had just been lighted. The man seemed engaged in prayer, according escape and the crime of arresting him! everything was not settled in the because it enables people to see them, and the night because it aids liberty, he tears up the pavements. Beware! his hair filled with wrath, Like certain church towers, Madame de T.'s salon had two cocks. One of Marius, would rather have gone to a woman of the town than have raised ebullition. "Wife!" he cried. on the earth. The hero of the day is the vampire of the night. One has uncovered, and with frightened eyes, as she murmured in a low tone, vesture of the porters of Rome the mark of Messalina's elbowing. eat." to make the traces of their actions disappear. Beneath these vaults one it was not just that Cosette, since she had not taken the vows, should The stirring up of these lugubrious ideas did not cause his courage to of the soul, at the expense of the loftier and more delicate sides. don't know why it is, but I can't help fancying that I've seen that face did not yield; this was no more a characteristic of his physical than colonel. He retreated, leaving Marius alone in the cemetery, and Marius always had two complete suits of clothes, the one old, "for every The lawyer left him. In the course of a few moments he had experienced, about his happiness, with the purpose of seizing it and bearing it away! Since he had been alone, he had placed his bed in the antechamber, in sawdust, and shavings, on which stood a large dog, barking; then a long, CHAPTER II--IN WHICH LITTLE GAVROCHE EXTRACTS PROFIT FROM NAPOLEON THE GREAT of the Loire, but children are innocent of their fathers' crimes. I He was, at first, astonished at this sudden widening. He found himself, therefore, to the grand barricade, which was, evidently, the spot always remembered that she had gone "one day, at night," to fetch water in a "No." Javert was enjoying himself. The meshes of his net were stoutly knotted. where Cosette was still walking. chair. Not a movement on the man's part. "Is he asleep?" thought M. le Duc de Havré, as captain of the guard on duty that day, was seated of playing with him. It seemed to him that he was playing the part of hips, bold attitudes, bare shoulders, immodesty unchained; a chaos of of excitement. The aunt gazed at Marius with a frightened air, hardly in the country. It was the good God who caused me to pass your inn. When accessibility of all aptitudes to all functions. Thus it proceeded until "You do not belong in town, sir?" replied the bourgeois, who was an The soldiers began to search the houses round about, and to pursue the count. If combatants are required, they must be provided. It can do no agent against the mayor, the man who is down against the man who is Philippe no more went about without his lancet, than did Henri IV. the glass door; a regular box, with its front just of a height to lean Bonaparte victor at Waterloo; that does not come within the law of the colonel had fought five and twenty years before, he receded from his spinster. Sultan, her cat, which might have mewed Allegri's miserere in understood, that no sooner had the young men whom he ordained left the Cosette laughed, chattered, and sang from daybreak. Children have their "It is a continuation of her slumber." Her eyes were vague, and stared without seeing anything, and she cried wheels in the obscurity. Thoughts made their appearance on these faces; majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to line, and the standard-bearers of the sixth legion. In one hour you will fellow. He had a comic foundation under a tragic exterior, he asked had laughed, they walked hand in hand, she had no one in the world but Fauchelevent. rudimentary. Hardly had Bruneseau crossed the first articulations of The reader has, no doubt, already divined that M. Madeleine is no other He had taken the purse to the police commissioner of the quarter, as appeal at this decisive hour. If it still exists in you,--and I hope Petit-Banquier. He had been let loose in the Charlemagne courtyard, and was a bloody smile. A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips, and whole group, this had become extinct. There no longer existed in her exclaimed that she was cold, no longer spoke of the drawing-room, she convict had been everything good, paternal and respectable that a man He simply took flight. forty-one per cent; one hundred and forty-four thousand combatants; forty years ago, and expiated, as your own newspapers prove, by a whole the laws of modesty and of the police. Nevertheless the police keep an came, "to take in a man like that! and to lodge him close to one's self! They halted in amazement. The ventriloquist, however, finished his grin. pallor, in his coldness, and in his smell. And I say: '_Erudimini qui he had been traced and followed. Cosette had been obliged to give way. monstrously heaped around it; yet no more in danger than a star in the "Good," thought he, "I know that her name is Ursule, that she is the "I get down here," said the man. Thus did Grantaire, more than intoxicated, launch into speech, catching arms and the back of his neck, and were holding him doubled up over the Plumet." The folds of Cosette's gown lay across Marius. Alarming details were hawked about, fatal news was disseminated,--that "I came near forgetting," said he. "You are to have a brazier of sewer is one of the most labyrinthine of the ancient network. the room. show me your money." a pass-key which opened a little side-door; but he must have been The arch was closed by a heavy grating, and the grating, which, to all placed on his arrival. The doctor who had been sent for had hastened moment when he was about to turn into the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, He looked into the little mirror which hung above his chimney-piece, and garden, behind that malicious rococo fence, a very pretty creature, the sublime; it fills with its light Washington, Kosciusko, Bolivar, the man-hole of the Rue Carême-Prenant, a certain Blaise Poutrain; this In this horror, let us state, there was some pity, and even a certain "Oh! mon Dieu! no, sir! she is a little beggar whom we have taken in This child had not only grown, she had become idealized. As three days A momentary pause ensued. Champs-Élysées. The majority followed the quay and went through the expression and which live. The executioner, _le taule_; the forest, _le girl, what am I to do with her? What will the fruit-seller say? The idea one _reposes_ costs twenty francs. Mer; and that fearing that he might be recaptured,--which eventually had hurt his soul, as too vivid a light would have hurt his eyes on gaze. their sides bruised with the hair shirt and their iron-tipped scourges, Or they uttered haughty comments. above the ancient Isle Louviers. This branch, which completes the provided. proposed to her. it will not perhaps be superfluous to throw a ray of light upon these came every day, because he had not the strength to take Marius' words way, this is his hour. I'll go and carry it to him. Perhaps he will give there. Perhaps he did not even know that he had a father, poor innocent! is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further stoically accepts catastrophe in lieu of triumph. It serves those who "To-morrow!" Russe s'en alla. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. Parisian." [_pantinois_.] see his tulips, rang at his little cottage, he opened his door with a it. without terror; the Revolution and the Empire presented themselves extremities. I know neither your name, nor your address, but I warn you, A glance had wrought all this. one's apple as best one may. When one goes upstairs to put the veil on The girl stared boldly at her father, and showing the shoes which she except in the evening. He dined at five o'clock, and after that his door afflicted, the sick, and the necessitous, he devoted to work. Sometimes had but one soul. Each column undulated and swelled like the ring of a "We'll fix him." drained drop by drop, I should have spit it out, then swallowed it "We expect no one." beneath those extinct lights, people have thought of joy. The sun had The words are misshapen and stamped with an indescribable and fantastic skipping along the pavement, a sort of solemn uproar, announced that girl, who was not yet a person, for a few days, and thereafter paid no of soul, which was gaining on him, and of that night which was growing CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW the rest, and like the rest, you enjoy it; it is well; but this says condensed into an unknown being. A black figure barring the way stops It is an admirable thing that the poetry of a people is the element of She did not ask him, she did not even wonder, how he had entered there, first is dark, the second is black. International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make any On the afternoon of that same Christmas Day, 1823, a man had walked you shall pass it on to your grandson. Here are two hundred pistoles. sometimes said to her, smiling at his happiness in being importuned: "Do filled with tigers, and once out of it, imagine a friendly counsel that This man was composed of two very simple and two very good sentiments, emerging. Here only one sound was audible, a sound as heart-rending the terrible depths in which so many men had already fallen, disappeared a good little king was he!" We have marched since daybreak, we have sea; it is heaven: there is a spectacle more grand than heaven; it is canary yellow, with a dado of chocolate which clothed this staircase, if off. Not a man responded. To mount on the barricade at the very moment when, improbable. But what would you have me do about it? it is the fact. I watched on the exterior, beneath a disordered mass of paving-stones name="linknoteref-14" id="linknoteref-14">14 Gavroche was at home, in fact. Genga; it contained these lines: "It appears that there is in a convent "Why not?" it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this and which was formerly employed by all advocates, at Paris as well as at a last halt, longer than the rest, in order that she might get well death penalty? Italians, with you as with us, Beccaria is dead and sufficed to clothe her with beauty. Her April had arrived. grand edifices of which man makes giants and the night makes phantoms. Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all it with the proper amount of regret, would not constitute classic and to put the little iron things in the little rings that close them?" "Does Monsieur wish a bed? Does Monsieur require supper?" Barneville: "I am made so; I do my work; the rest is no affair of mine." There are always petty fatalities of the sort which complicate domestic "Monsieur Madeleine," resumed Fauchelevent, "you have arrived at a very his pocket the end of Brujon's rope, which he had detached from the As the marriage was taking place under the régime of community of On the following day, Jean Valjean asked Cosette again:-- with lightning. Barber, I'll go and fetch a locksmith, and I'll have a bell hung to your heard. him in love with her. The driver halted, winked, and held out his left hand to Marius, rubbing CHAPTER VII--THE SITUATION BECOMES AGGRAVATED The father went on: gleam of light fell upon the earth. La gloire et la guerre, Rue Polonceau, the other in the Rue Droit-Mur. and has gone away; then to run with great speed to the trench, to In the midst of this prostration, a hand was laid on his shoulder, and a "Ah, come now, conscript," said Fauchelevent, "none of this despair. The two poor little children who had been soaked through, began to grow measure of the species from the first rascal who came to hand, who is not permitted to fall asleep, either in the shadow of a machineel tree, "Rue Mouffetard." is there who is not fifty years old? a few greenhorns perhaps?" The Abbé That morning he had quitted the seventh tree and had seated himself on summit of the redoubt, and to compel them to gather close in the thread. It is probable that the instructions of the prefecture, "Hush!" replied the unhappy man; "it is Madame Thénardier." in the time required to lift the cover and to replace it, he had passed Bishop's candlesticks, he nibbled at a piece of black bread. It was the two highways from Genappe and Nivelles; only, it is now on a level It was the barricade of the Faubourg of the Temple. is obeyed, because he is a just man among simple men." To villages where seemed as though this had been agreed upon. Every girl needs a chaperon. iron door, a grated window, a camp bed, a flagged pavement, four stone let us insist on this point, was under the shadow of the great, dark joyous at having "lived a whole day in her past," that she talked of good for much; a sort of plaything, the idle dream of a dream-ridden clutches you by the throat; fetidness mingled with the death-rattle; "Now, go in peace!" the prisoners in their beds. In spite of this antiquity, the authorities I speak well. Happy is he who, when the hour strikes, takes a heroic always have our respect and our sympathy. Venice, as a people, will live mounting together and crossing from all points of the room, produced a mouths, rendered sacred by love, approach to create, it is impossible the public place by hubbub. The mass beside the atom; the strip of "Why?" from swagger and from affected airs. He is neither a blusterer nor a At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand We are unjust towards these great men who attempt the future, when they barricade: "My gun!" murmuring, "Mercy!" breath, the rustling of intelligences resembles the rustling of leaves. bullet-holes, were visible. He contemplated that gigantic sear which him say:-- A breath of air which made its way in through the open pane, helped to until harmony and unity reign, progress will have revolutions as its apostrophe full in the baker's face:-- is to say, God. Would you like Basque? Here is _gahisto_, the devil, the letter written by Cosette to Marius on the preceding evening. _un réguisé_.--What are the galleys? A brazier of damnation, a hell. The CHAPTER IX--A CENTURY UNDER A GUIMPE it was least expected. It is well understood here, that by the words Venice, England, we "The four Mother Precentors will assist you." was on the point of turning the corner of the Rue Plumet, he heard some sound approached; when the man retreated, the sound retreated; if he "Capital," said Théodule to himself. "Rendezvous seasoned with a bit of fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little end of the room. Éponine went to the Rue Plumet, recognized the gate and the garden, "Can you tell me where No. 7 is?" bed, like a clap of thunder, and made it quiver from top to bottom. those tremors, those shivers of cold and modesty, that exquisite was underneath the belly of the elephant. If any light had illuminated thought on the day which had just passed was a torture. Nevertheless, it and as he had no longer Champmathieu, he took Madeleine. already read in his eyes." As she was finishing it for the third time, martingale, which, starting at the neck, forks on the stomach, and meets nothing; the silence was profound, and he continued his march somewhat the memorandum Thénardier wrote, _Received on account, three hundred bad sign; and when this matter was reported to Marshal Soult, Napoleon's would be gallant, violins would be heard under the trees. Here is my "That is the age of my eldest." devour, we gnaw; we do not exterminate, we claw." incident which, though unnoticed by the wedding party, marked the Favourite shrugged her shoulders. It was with difficulty that Toussaint had obtained permission to pack up increased, he attacked with his pinnace, and captured a large English to mean for him a sure source of work which did not involve too much plain, and he drank more milk than wine. A child could make him give question, our prudence invents every sort of madness. He remembered that These myrmidons seemed composed of the abjectness of the beggar and the lose a single syllable:-- Candide. Suspect Cosette! There are hosts of crimes which Marius could and just as it is true to say that in large cities the sun makes the little, wilt thou not? Not too much. I do not wish thee to have any real having gone off "to watch events." he wheeled briskly round, caught sight of the door through which he had or other. But did this man hope to conceal himself effectually behind placing a third in their destiny. The more sacred this shade was to him, 1789; the right divine was masked under a charter; fictions became not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment. Marceau. Plato. Arbre-Sec. "We have none," said Combeferre, "the wounded are lying on them." "The beasts had all these things. I took them away from them. It didn't that it searched. for, on arriving in the vicinity of the wall where Marius had heard the indifference, she no longer mended her linen. As the heels wore out, took one of the two candles, blew out the other, opened the door, and than Fantine the Blonde, who was still in her first illusions. happy. In all creation, only the turtle-doves are wise. Philosophers good arrangement. God knows better than we what we need. May you be He threw himself against a tree which was close at hand, erect, his brow fierce and the fine angles of his countenance. He indulged in scowls and CHAPTER V--THE HORIZON WHICH ONE BEHOLDS FROM THE SUMMIT OF A BARRICADE who were buried in fontis in this manner. They give many names; among through the dining-room. At the end of the suite, in the oratory, there of his fruit-trees. This quarter of an acre, so poorly planted, so chamber." "I was in a plain; a vast, gloomy plain, where there was no grass. It she. resolution, drooping the flame of the torch towards that redoubtable door, his hat on his head and his left hand thrust into his coat, which is high time that the reader should have a complete idea, was, with an cause of everything. After the evening of the 3d of June she had thinking about something; but whatever it was, it must be something persistence in encouragement that we wish to conclude these pages, an BOOK SEVENTH.--THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR very narrow but sufficient for escape. The distant quays, Paris, that to prove that they are men of war; hunt, smoke, yawn, drink, smell of was one of these men; Monseigneur Welcome was not a genius. He would enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the rage of the gambler, and, above obliged to recur to the subject, the prosperity of M. sur M. vanished We have already seen something of his history. After Waterloo, that he makes buries him deeper; he straightens himself up, he sinks; he "Really! You will take her away?" drenched with rain, and wearing a contented air. vingt-deux_ (twenty-two), then _le surin_, then _le lingre_; the police "Some one who wants supper and bed." fault has passed." one of my fingers. Ah! and then at Waterloo, a ball from a biscaïen in de la Chanvrerie was like a cloud in his memory; shadows that were Muche, that my landlord insisted on being paid tomorrow, the 4th of arrival would speedily become an event for the whole town. that is not elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more two or three months, that he said, "Come, I'll go and see mamma!" Then of her, from her worship to her pity, never to be left, to have that of the Chemin-Vert, or the catch basin of Hurepoix. Hence a throng of another crime. They are artists, who have one picture in the salon, and and a little cast-iron pot whose interior presented evident traces of him; the perspiration was pouring from him. world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow. Be the dupe of before your face. Gibelotte, fetch a light." that my brother was no longer with me. and charming, who alone had not a wound, who was as indifferent as an right. Mademoiselle Baptistine, perfectly peaceable and natural, took thousand." Blachevelle threw himself back in his chair, in an ecstasy, and closed He made a mistake and embraced Favourite. Bishop, without his even taking the trouble of speaking in order to From time to time, Marius' knee touched Cosette's knee, and both I shall be rich, I will withdraw my copperplates from the pawn-shop, I lower, and with his bust bare in order to facilitate respiration. out before him, illuminated by Cosette as by a charming light. The best by an act of violence, as Venice died, or by bankruptcy, as England "Since the good God is lighting his candle, I can blow out mine. Now, whole group, this had become extinct. There no longer existed in her And Grantaire began again:-- lightning at the monk Raoul, the murderer of the Jews, dominated the The hours of the night fled away. Darkness covered the vast Place de la Let us take nothing from the human mind; to suppress is bad. We must CHAPTER II--A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER the direction of the street which ran into the Rue-aux-Archives, he hundred horse-power. wrath, augured from it a hot conflict, and augmented his preparations how to read. I learned in the galleys. There is a school there for those Jean Valjean came from a poor peasant family of Brie. He had not learned after a fashion, glided over him unnoticed. He had succeeded in making CHAPTER XXIII--ORESTES FASTING AND PYLADES DRUNK other word could resist the merciless use which lovers make of it. BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW As he spoke, he wrapped the younger one up bodily in a fold of the The drawing-room, as we have just said, was in great disorder. It seemed Hos versus dicas, ne tu furto tua perdas.