that day beneath the chestnut-trees of Saint-Cloud, saw them pass about halts, and takes me. That is done every day. You do not know life, my him. At the moment when the soldier was sighting Marius, a hand was laid Gladiator. And the day when you passed before me? It was on the 16th of herbariums, and engravings of the old masters. The sight of a sword or Marius was, in fact, a prisoner. Here the deep shouts which proceeded from the direction of the Halles jubilation, enthusiasm, and satisfaction I could strangle all those rich of the bell. "Monsieur," said Mother Plutarque sadly, "it is the Marius saluted Jean Valjean, happiness escorted despair to the door, and nothing; in the first place it made him happy; next, he had much less a confused manner, it is true, and very badly pronounced, I must admit; there for a fortnight, preaching, administering the sacrament, teaching, the shadows and for the shadows, marvels which are nothing else than "Will you tell me where you are going, you wretch?" have the whole six of you seized, I'll call the police." deference to him, now seemed insipidity, and he nerved himself against Mother Presentation, Mother Passion. But the names of saints are not "Do you see this letter?" The child returned. He brought back the paper. The host unfolded it As might have been observed from what has been said above, the house was laziness, and which contains a little shame; it was not the slumber when he heard the house door open and then shut again. This struck him for his country, and the prioress at nine years. to her to indicate that the Bishop was on the point of becoming alarmed; understood exactly of which of the two Fauchelevents Cosette was the destitute of folds as a winding-sheet; and he had the air of a phantom CHAPTER III--REQUIESCANT surmises, which so closely resembled proofs, whirled suddenly, like a same mourning suit which he had made her put on when she had quitted Gavroche, who had looked on at the whole of this scene and had approved The Grand Sewer, directed according to the course of the valley of up, transported to the tap-room, and cared for. In the intervals, he was amazed at it; then, seeing Marius fall into this melancholy state, church bell of the convent. At this signal prioress, vocal mothers, "Reload your guns," said Enjolras. "I tell you to speak loud." feeble emerge base, from which the strong emerge sublime. A crucible student life, and, in one corner of this wine-shop which had been Marius could find no words, and Jean Valjean added: England and Germany of anything? No. Neither that illustrious England researches, he had succeeded in learning many things, and, from the was there. At this strange moment, an instinct--possibly the mysterious gleam of light fell upon the earth. "I know a clothes-dealer who will take your frock-coat and a pair of faithful to his memory. The old portress who had served him was among "Adorable!" he exclaimed. have tried to escape is an injurious thing; the galleys make the convict the ancient, narrow streets which adjoin the moats Saint-Victor and the confidence was perfect. Then she paused again, and remained with downcast eyes. The old woman really had in her shed a sort of basket spring-cart. chimney-piece, and made a profound bow, with a sort of peculiar majesty. 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. Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no one shoulders. he was free. feeble cries of a flock of birds of passage, which was traversing the pool of blood. Curled, pomaded, with laced waist, the hips of a woman, pieces on the old serving-woman's nightstand, and returned to his straightened himself up and concluded aloud:-- I should fall ill, I should throw myself into the water. I absolutely Thénardier replied respectfully:-- that majesty are engulfed in a power and majesty which are superior. "Hold!" cried the Bishop, "you are quite right, Madame Magloire." shot, that comes to nine hundred thousand francs a day, three hundred Pierre-Lombard, and a few minutes later Marius saw him emerge from the discreetly enlightened, rather with the reflection of realities than approached her hastily. their robust hand, let each one of those fathers imagine that this child of industry, which are engendered by the patience of the galleys in Forward march. "What is it?" Little Gavroche And he continued to advance. so little into account, that he had not consulted her in the matter of to the inn. The man cast a glance upon it. The landlord resumed after a contents itself with gazing, and the inexhaustible initiative; Prudhomme that. illuminating for the reader Jean Valjean's subterranean march, Jean passer-by said to the inhabitant:--"You see what I have on my back, I your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the know not. Who does know? Himself, perhaps. However, Gavroche was well to proscribe! Does it serve any purpose to ungild the crown of Louis minutes by the Philippeaux slough. The mire bears up more or less, Once more he inquired, "Will dinner be ready soon?" me.' Adige, and from the Nile; companions of Joubert, of Desaix, of Marceau, hands a terrible cap which he had. experienced that sort of religious terror which seizes the masses when irrefragable, evident from the very grief that it caused him, rendered A man responded:-- weep, through sniffling at her salts. In such cases, there is no love When he had turned the angle of the gallery, the distant glimmer of an and more liberty. The drum holds its peace; reason takes the word. It is "Here is the grave." teeth: "Ah, well, he's a nice one!" after the second, he said, a little hand, which made one start. other, so that, in case one agent should, for any cause, grow weak in bread which she had been ordered to fetch. The man had ceased to ply her sorrow cannot curve. like the teeth of a saw, between the paving-stones; this crevice was dress themselves in coarse woollen, they are equals, they call each takes everything. It applies itself to the earth, and superposes itself hedge. his escape, we repeat, is inspired; there is something of the star and had made sure of the locality where the barricade was in process of badly sustained and distant. This respite, which was thus prolonged, The last of these stalls, established precisely opposite the of Saint-Marceau. strangled, with their throats cut, numerous Nicholases and Basils the first things to be seen on entering the room. From a cupboard he A carpenter, occupied in nailing boards to a fence around the ground outer mist penetrated thither and diffused itself like a whitish sheet It contained Marius' hundred cards. She handed one of them to M. While the husband pondered and combined, Madame Thénardier thought not weight of the bucket strained and stiffened her thin arms. The iron every comer.] exists there. Jean Valjean had been, unconsciously, perhaps, tolerably that _in her youth the Bernardine monks were every whit as good as the bed stood as in a cage, behind this net. The whole resembled an appearance of being afraid. The light of torches resembles the wisdom of "I left the town and began to ramble about the fields. inundated by the masses of the English, under the converging fires our caverns, for the purpose of calling us villains! But we'll devour extremity, through a glass door, he saw two small, very white beds. been thirty years earlier at Coblentz; monks mingled with our troops; sunburnt hands, covered with freckles, crowned with poppies and ears of surface,--all this was executed like that which one does in dreams, with evidently served the devil. Tryphon does not record these two finds, "shuddered." The description finished, the district-attorney resumed He shook her vigorously. uttered in his presence. What was he to do? His father had just been BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN even in the case of a civic murder, even in a murder for liberation, if Messenger_. The mouth of the sewer of the Rue de la Mortellerie was "It is lucky that you recognize the fact." We will state it. of the presence of the policeman, contained no other talisman than the "Désaugiers," said Tholomyès. Marius slowly ascended the boulevard towards the barrier, in order to iron door, a grated window, a camp bed, a flagged pavement, four stone For more than a year, Marius had noticed in one of the walks of the who was fast asleep. There are people who will have influence at any price, and who will have himself, how he would have cried to his father: "Father! Here I am! It received. It was like water on dry soil; no matter how much money he that was the state of the case! and Javert saw it! and Javert had The lad scratched his head behind his ear, stared at Ma'am Bougon, and bravery which ever astounded history,--is that causeless? No. The shadow battalion. He came and cast the flag at the Emperor's feet. He was insisting, that in default of Javert, the three witnesses Brevet, be bearing us to our papas and mammas. We are pulling up our stakes, as She would have liked to encounter her "passer-by," to see what he would in casks; at some points the gear of the artillery carriages was buried CHAPTER XIII--SOLUS CUM SOLO, IN LOCO REMOTO, NON COGITABUNTUR ORARE Marius, on the evening following this dialogue, mounted the diligence Marius had regained some measure of control over his anguish, and was He opened the gate of the fence very softly, made sure that no one was crack in the door, which was directly opposite him. Jean Valjean had his understood it. He added that an indemnity was due him. At the same time, have dared to recall them. of her, from her worship to her pity, never to be left, to have that I should fall ill, I should throw myself into the water. I absolutely was not sufficiently ignorant to be absolutely indifferent. His To this there is nothing to say. Peoples, like planets, possess the even requisite. It occurred to Jean Valjean that the grating which he the Rue Croulebarbe. Madame Thénardier's eyes, though she did not thoroughly realize it. and his forefinger, as one does mechanically when one interrogates and "Two facts, two proofs," remarked Thénardier. And he offered the two WAS IN FASHION IN 1832 this hour. I continue. This man has insinuated himself into your top of the A is Mont-Saint-Jean, where Wellington is; the lower left tip "Yes, reverend Mother," replied Fauchelevent. window. evening arrived, as he was forced to set out again on the following day, they talk, they jest, they lounge. Some one whom we know heard a began slowly to scratch her head,--a gesture peculiar to children when "I say that it is a miracle that you should have travelled five leagues sententious solemnity:-- significant metaphors:-- distress and his malice; so slang does not say a blackguard, it says house, and that I should have obeyed you, and that you could have done "Navet, Gavroche's friend." luxurious manner, seeing that M. Madeleine paid for it. custom in accordance with which children place their shoes in the time." absent. He slyly began with the letter P. I was not listening, not being not come from there. "Saint Terentius, Bishop of Port, where the mouth of the Tiber empties had given him. He had immediately felt that it was an event of weight. aware of it herself. But, from the very first day, that unexpected light a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both wanted to throw his cannon into the sea, to hide the soldiers between of the chimney, endeavoring to gather up and conceal her poor half-nude horrible!' I should have touched you with my elbow, which you have a necessity for the statesman to take philosophers into account, confused no work! I don't know how the government arranges that, but, on my word CHAPTER X--THE MAN AROUSED seen anybody tumble from a fifth-story window! _ (_I have_ pronounced On his arrival, M. Myriel was installed in the episcopal palace with fichu, then the stout, coarse child's shoes which Cosette might almost _Thérèse Aubert_. Divorce was abolished. Lyceums called themselves will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, The sister raised her eyes and answered:-- we are not rich; we have written in vain to her native place, and have bed, and, as he was behind Jondrette, he could only be indistinctly time--ripe and celebrated beauties then, and sung by Voltaire, the first thing he saw was the disorder in the street lantern whose rope know, is the saint who preferred to allow both her breasts to be torn a multitude of strands. Take the cable thread by thread, take all the Each time that Sister Simplice asked her how she felt, she replied longer any genius. No one is ignorant of the fact that letters sent to "In what direction?" went on M. Mabeuf. "What else remains?" Such was the condition of the country when Fantine returned thither. No "Marius!" cried the old man. "Marius! My little Marius! my child! my of the ambush; he made some efforts to find him, however, but without Germination is complicated with the bursting forth of a meteor and with There are moments in battles in which the soul hardens the man until strange collaborator for himself. What account have we to demand of him? told me that I have only nine years and ten months longer to remain CHAPTER XVII--THE USE MADE OF MARIUS' FIVE-FRANC PIECE and he went too far. His nature was so constructed; once on the downward CHAPTER V--A NIGHT BEHIND WHICH THERE IS DAY Gavroche replied:-- "I drag my leg a little. Now you understand why!" every one about her. She had long shared the universal veneration for They saw the young men emerge from the Café Bombarda arm in arm. The all, peace over all, no more bloodshed, no more wars, happy mothers! To De Goblet fils c'est ici la fabrique; There's a whole shopful of them there. All you've got to do is to climb to four horses harnessed tandem. On these ladders strange clusters of "What villainous words! You must wipe your mouth better the first time You will be paid for all the little things. Cosette of that drama in the Gorbeau hovel, where the victim had taken In the meantime, Madame Magloire had served supper: soup, made with topsyturveydom, and those thousand poverty-stricken things, the very daughters were to lie in wait; that there was no way of warning the The hackney-coach, which regulated all its movements on his, had, in its urchin administered to it a fillip. there? Does this infinite awaken in us the idea of essence, while we can not marry; marriage is a graft; it takes well or ill; avoid that risk. thought. "How odd it would be if I were pretty!" And she recalled those told you, I am not well; I have a cough; I seem to have a burning ball Laffitte, with this peculiar feature, that they were always at his entered this house all day, nor all the evening, and that I have not June, 1815, the fate of Europe would have been different. A few drops prefecture." tone, "he's a learned man. What then? Is that his fault? Monsieur wall. "I am going to tell you, equally for nothing, who he is." In 1832, in a number of streets, in the Rue de l'Étoile, the Rue Saint- "Except for those who have a silver chin," observed Tholomyès. full of bells, and perfumed with lilacs had vanished like that beautiful will, he had managed to draw from his work about seven hundred francs a "Father Mestienne is the grave-digger." the pavilion in the Rue Plumet received neither papers nor letters, the The Resurrection "Not all wheels fit all axles, sir." Destroy these candlesticks! Annihilate this souvenir! Forget the Bishop! Enjolras, who had remained mute up to that point, broke the silence and "To find out where it goes, and what it is. Hurry up and jump down, Gavroche retorted again:-- because they work in charcoal. They are chimney-builders. Don't trouble The social observer should enter these shadows. They form a part of his "No." four thousand inhabitants? Expenses of journeys? What is the use "Whither are you going?" "Eh! well, I have no weapons." "What then?" work. Quick, a revolution! The good God has his hands perpetually black CHAPTER III--LIGHT AND SHADOW Boulevard des Invalides, a man dressed like a workingman and wearing a was M. Fauchelevent, that he was very good, that he gave a great deal She eagerly seized a book which lay open on the table, and read with No one knew the man; as Cosette was no longer in rags, many did not lose you again?" sauce for the barony. Are you one of those decorated by July? Have you He had just beheld, yonder, in the street, society, in the person of a "Prisoner," said the district-attorney, in a severe voice; "pay shriek:-- It is necessary that society should look at these things, because it is a few moments, thinking that perhaps his father would turn towards him, her fortune to these young people, since they did not need it. Mangedentelle. (Lace-eater.) of despotic governments, who are always interested in having liberty Magnon quitted the Quai des Célestins and went to live in the Rue Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of anything except of the different ways of making preserves. Mademoiselle when Blachevelle was crossing the gutter in the Rue Guérin-Boisseau, restrain an exclamation. the elephant could neither be seen nor heard by the sentinel. plateau. he was a bishop. But after all, the rumors with which his name very sad not to be able to believe in it any longer. She did not look at does not dress in damask. They directed their course towards Saint-Merry. back, facing the passers-by, their legs dangling in the air,--this was Fauchelevent, who, like many of our peasants of the North, had an Glorieux, a discharged convict. planet there, oscillating and winding, making of light a force and of folds and large sleeves which, starting from the neck, fell to her feet. soon as spring comes." "Then it is very thin wine?" "There are wines genius of man with the powers of nature. Æschylus, contest its right to existence. There are rough outlines in signify: Ah bah! impossible! My sight is bad! I am dreaming! can this iron, gold, marble; the old collection of planks, beams and plaster inventor; an utopia--a steamboat. The Parisians stared indifferently at Courfeyrac said. property, the papers had been simple. Jean Valjean was the load which weighed upon his spirit. evident Jacquerie:-- not mount by the inclined plane for watering. He continued to advance have been pretty. The grace of her age was still struggling against the corner of his finger-nail, heroes who have become emperors, and makers slime instead of the strand, sulfuretted hydrogen in place of the of a band of robbers in the south. Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty is, it would terrify her. What, a convict! we should be obliged to was the brass vase, while Father Gillenormand was the iron pot. while the intelligence was struggling amid so many novel and hitherto he possessed the conscience of his usefulness, the religion of his on the second floor, and were composed of two sleeping-rooms, a dining- a strangled Paul, another Paul crushed flat with kicks, divers Ivans confronts everything else. In that livid spot there are shades, but comprehend, but which resembled an assassination! And against whom, table: Luxembourg and the man whom he called M. Leblanc, except that Jondrette Since we have pronounced the word modesty, and since we conceal nothing, astonishment, which rendered him still more gentle. That is all. it; and every time that his arm had been raised convulsively towards order to proceed to his death, he recognized him. Something suddenly formed a part, everything is known, all secrets are kept, and all lend implacable. One would say that it punished you for comprehending it; but pavement. grenadier, Damasippus the second-hand dealer would be happy among make its appearance, and demand: "What do you want?" This was nothing in For additional contact information: Dr. Gregory B. Newby Chief Executive CHAPTER VI--WHICH POSSIBLY PROVES BOULATRUELLE'S INTELLIGENCE young man who had inquired of him that morning for Marius. that there requires to be done is to let things take their own course. It was indispensable that all should be ended on the following day, that Javert passed slowly down the Rue de l'Homme Armé. "Good-day, and farewell, doctor," said Jean Valjean. "Here are my poor foreseeing a prolonged wait, encased his horses' muzzles in the bag of top story which was called the Bel-Air (Fine-Air). A large chimney-flue, this girl was odious to him; it was she who had his five francs, it was judicatis terram_. Here lies Blondeau, Blondeau the Nose, Blondeau one's mind to marriage and M. le Maire with his scarf. One simply so angry that he was on the point of swooning. He sometimes alluded to as they are kind, both easily and simply. The father of a woman whom we Jean Valjean had taken no other part in the combat than to expose was not apparent. Her hair, a golden lock of which had escaped, seemed now called the plain of Waterloo. In the preceding year, Wellington, eye of justice. The last thing that owls desire is to have a candle pendant arms and the face of a criminal; M. Gillenormand was pacing back destined, later on, to fill the whole life of woman, coquetry. Love is elsewhere, in her own native parts; that she had left Paris that morning again at a gallop. This surprised Fantine. great anonymous, always mingled in human crises and in social geneses And, being too far off to accost the wedding party, and fearing also, how to get in. CHAPTER VI--ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS between his shoulders, made a half turn, folded his arms and, supporting by sharing his confidence, or by at least acting as though they shared She stretched out her arm, and exclaimed with a laugh:-- The result of this council held by the watch dogs was, that they had wrong to think that I am angry. One does not fly into a rage against a enigmatic about that person, of which his instinct had warned him. England solves the first of these two problems. She creates wealth devoted men who loved their persons, and serious men who honored their Kruideniers, called Bizarro. Without stopping his song, the lad halted in his march from time to opened it. They found the object beneath a triple linen cloth, like some The old _principal lodger_, a cross-looking creature, who was remarkable vigor, and placed it against one of the elephant's forelegs. "At my house." says Molière. and is worth about three francs." it is infinite, and because, if it lacked intelligence, it would end CHAPTER IV--A ROSE IN MISERY "What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long revery.] Two." In that chamber there were no longer either judges, accusers, nor and said:-- water. For them, nothing exists two leagues beyond the barriers: conscience. I have heard this woman; I know what I am doing." chicken in his shako, here's the banlieue, co-cocorico.] in whom all the material things of civilization end, the sewer-man who far as he was concerned. gray woollen stuff, very warm and almost new. This is what the alcove Gavroche allowed them no more time for contemplation. another grasp! If one desires to be happy, sir, one must never woollen stockings and blankets." once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn This stern cloister was not so well walled off, however, but that the the populace, which are almost as impersonal as the justice of God. woollen shawl, picked up no one knows where, and which he had converted far as that cage of paving-stones where the torch was fixed. To tear it melancholy. It seemed to her that her soul had become black since the was obliged to admit it, had adopted "a bad system of defence." He Cosette, but her name is really Euphrasie. Stop! this morning I was She replied in a voice so low that it was no longer anything more than a perilous resistance to the all-powerful Napoleon. But that which pleases placed at the door of the tomb. turned towards the door. The little fellow will grow up. 65 (return) [ "Triton trotted on before, and drew from his conch-shell Isis, almost to the height of her garter. A leg of exquisite shape forty years of abandonment and widowhood, had sufficed to restore to protect him from the bullets was the swell of the two half-columns which In short, no way is open to the thought by a philosophy which makes all represented progress. returning home, hardly saw him. Each one for himself in times of peril. Gavroche replied: see here!" which is afraid of being caught in the act, and which retires when some "Sainval is stale. I should say Valsin." He awoke, stammering:-- moment, in proportion as the darkness descended, Paris seemed to take on The fact is, that the old man was deeply dejected. He did not bend, he The first said in a low but distinct voice:-- And after a silence she went on:-- confused forms were distinguishable, which in the daylight were papers Grès.--"I owe five sous," he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day The man handed her the bucket. An instant later they were at the tavern Jean Valjean listened. When they had finished, when they had told each other everything, she "Granted," said Javert. Saint-Jacques, opposite the Rue du Plâtre; and at Lyons, by Jean Girin, The French Revolution, which is nothing else than the idea armed with CHAPTER V--THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE are formed there, as in a dark chamber. She should be gently and This pious woman had conceived an affection for Fantine, probably Before entering Fantine's room, he had Sister Simplice summoned. "Whereabouts is the bed?" the oppressed and the feeble, in employing the collective power for that Not a man in the group stirred. gazes upon a grave by showing him the grief which fixes its gaze upon a There was something of that boy in Poquelin, the son of the fish-market; Providence was making on Cosette, was the person whom the Thénardier The procession proceeded, with feverish slowness, from the house of the of lightning flashes. The assault was so furious, that for one moment, Blücher disgraced himself. This ferocity put the finishing touch to the himself far from every human habitation, he raised his eyes and gazed God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give So Fantine was buried in the free corner of the cemetery which belongs abuses, insists on being stated and taken into account. Cenobitism is a revery. de l'Homme Armé whether M. Jean had returned from his journey. Jean The father rose. shouted to him:-- "Éponine! How do you know that my name is Éponine?" become beautiful once more. From time to time she paused, and tenderly the shutters up like prisons. Lone women! That is enough to make one Misery is my trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of persons. The ancient society of the upper classes held themselves above of mournful scenes. The child--a little girl--was going and coming, grandfather, with white hair, a respectable and well-to-do gentleman, philosophers--Voltaire among the number--affirm that it is precisely at Capua; it is Danton falling asleep at Arcis-sur-Aube. some very curious Memoirs about Mesmer and his tub, in ten manuscript least he can have. I oppose no objection to that; but I reserve Monsieur the mendicant on the highway:-- this admirable materialism have the joy of feeling themselves letter lacerates you, do the same by it. Adieu. lastly, the blind alley of a passage of the Rue des Jeûneurs, without fall from his pocket. She beheld Javert, the police spy, seize the mayor by the collar; she held the village and the culminating plain; Ney had only the crest and held two wax candles, and usually figured on the Bishop's chimney-piece. thousand roubles, the secret of the elixir of gold, from Bestucheff. He upon crime, and prepared for all the employments of the repertory of and had then conducted Marius thither, and that, after many days spent childhood." you do.' I gave him the address. When I mentioned the house, he seemed "It's impossible to pick the lock of that gate. But still you must get Moreover, Jean Valjean began vaguely to surmise that he was being shown the only bit of feminine jewelry that there was in the house, a very Isles the sides had been strained and had opened; and, as the plating their neighbors. "Good God, sir!" she exclaimed; "what has happened to you? Your hair is so that every citizen, without exception, may be a proprietor, an easier strangled, with their throats cut, numerous Nicholases and Basils The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been. He windows and stores, the indentations of the chimneys, and the roofs, he were talking to some one whom he did not see, he smiled vaguely and wagons at Grasse. Since you are an abbé, I will tell you that we had a On another occasion two men were heard to say to each other as they At the same time she smiled. The candle illuminated her countenance. It Two sentinels had fallen back, and had come in almost at the same moment his mind for three days and then was effaced. "After all," he said to a nature that was acrid, rich, voluptuous, and fragrant; the same dreams called Mother Assumption. and space. There, nevertheless, we insist upon it, is life, palpitation, and becomes _le boulanger_ (the baker), who puts the bread into the that Javert should now have a sort of haughty confidence in him, the CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE Is there an infinite beyond us? Is that infinite there, inherent, salon with a polished wood floor, whose windows were draped in white is dead. There will be no great change required in his gauntness, in his He added not a word further, and followed Jean Valjean as a dog follows Marius' cold tone, that double reply of "I know it," his laconicism, On another occasion, the centenarian was telling stories. She said which has made its way into the French physiognomy by way of Alsace hour; Cosette thought him hideous. to her of her mother; when she became a young girl, it was impossible men; the law sells it to them. I do not blame the law, but I bless God. coupled thus, the slang immemorial which was a kingdom, is nothing from respect? Marat deserved both. And then, destiny was there sides of the barrier, one on the inside, the other on the outside. The Marius, with his forehead clasped in his hands, was kneeling upon the the effect caused on a swarm of bees by the first drops of a storm. A which is so narrow that it is barred against carriages by a transverse him: "Monsieur, there is something going on, they are fighting in infantile smile, he had grown morose and no longer received visitors. resembling the hollow of a sphere, in the stone on the left, at the foot wonderful rosette which a slice of wood-cells of the pine presents under the night had been very dark. In the third place, the expedient. Slang lives on the language. It uses at the baker's and that is having no money to purchase drugs at the a few lines, calls _M. Anciot_, and describes as _a frightful old day that unknown force, the hurricane, passes by and bears them all rather than Ballesteros in front of her. her husband had whispered in her ear, had sufficed to rouse this huge, Bastille to the Madeleine. Maskers abounded on the boulevard. In spite "I am your father." consecrated his fortune, evverything, to defend that cause, and to-day "And even now that I have seen the real Jean Valjean, I do not see how I are deserted and the birds are singing. Cosette, a bird herself, liked said, a spy as other men are priests. He had a superior, M. Gisquet; up shouting: "Jean Valjean! Jean Valjean!" "Good evening, Monsieur Marius." antique was added to Cosette's wedding presents. The post's recourse to arms was not without result. The cart was you!" At this name of Waterloo, Marius, who was leaning his elbows on a table, coincidence with the events heretofore related, Laigle de Meaux was to He surveyed him from head to foot, while that personage made exaggerated And he flung into his wife's apron the five-franc piece which the world had been eclipsed forever, and that Cosette had written that to will, he had managed to draw from his work about seven hundred francs a that I'm here. But to-morrow, there will be no more maskers. It's Ash replied: 'That makes thirty.' He went on: 'Would you have the courage to When he had reached the last step, when this trembling and terrible the dying man whom he was dragging after him, all dripping with slime, "Fifty." many phases, began once more. "That is good." their work along the side-paths. concentrated upon Enjolras and upon the door of the wine-shop, that no "Peuh!" he exclaimed. "I am a wood-louse, Monseigneur." She glanced on the ground. The figure had disappeared. Father Champmathieu. He was a very wretched creature. No one paid any lugubrious stretches. Fauchelevent entered No. 87, ascended to the very top, guided by the the house, an edge of pavement, so that she might be able to watch for On the 6th of June, 1832, about eleven o'clock in the morning, the pity; perceiving on his left, at a spot where there now stands a large knot, and their legs hanging. The women sit on the men's laps. Far away, "I do mean it so thoroughly that I absolutely refuse any gendarmes, and the knee, stared him full in the face with a mysterious and beaming air, The King frowned, glanced at the signature of the petition and beheld "Have you any money?" "Monsieur Mabeuf!" heap of old iron at the bottom of the garden." Jean Valjean had never loved anything; for twenty-five years he had been how many youthful abbés bear on their heads Perrette's pot of milk! eat, they pushed the bread, which was flung to them in the mud, along garden, which was slightly arched, had in its centre, on the summit of the road from Genappe to Brussels, which was his second station during friend, it is not necessary to pass through the garden. You can always which civilization is composed, or by which it is complicated, to extend "You have just time to get out by taking to your heels at your best public vices which devour in him honesty and conscience, the street boy since this morning I have been waiting for daylight to come; it has not scent out watches in fobs. Gold and silver possess an odor for them. "Marius! Marius! Marius! Marius!" established at Florence by Philip de Neri, and the Oratory of France, It was only at the expiration of two hours that she roused herself from four. the rhododendron was happy now. they came raging back, but in vain, the three little fellows were fast Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble about him. the crevices of the stones, amid the grass there was a charming said the sister, hardly venturing to put the question. this operation which had caused him to execute the peculiar movements CABUC WHOSE NAME MAY NOT HAVE BEEN LE CABUC visible still beneath the form of some monstrous word. hedges; they had changed carriages frequently; they had travelled short to them. They are the four vanguards of the human race, marching towards catastrophe, instituted a kind of mysterious census. "That is the concern of the good God." her dotage, and Sister Sainte-Michel, whose long nose made them laugh. And he led his little bourgeois away. de la Chanvrerie was firing grape-shot, the other balls. Lazariste ladies, like all sisters of charity, bore the names of Sister Of course, we do not here pretend to furnish a history of the battle of exhibited with complacency and which she bequeathed to the house at arrival by pure chance, so long as you do arrive. The common herd is an fecund in results, indeed, if we were to add: "the universe wills." Why? thing. Well, you haven't a very wildly lively imagination, comrades." "What's this? What's this? Lord God! He's battering the door down! He's Rue de l'Homme Armé, and commit Jean Valjean to prison. It was clear there held out for seven hours against the fury of an army. him four long windows all lighted up, in the front of a vast and gloomy in this shadow where he is lying in the pangs of death, and in my constituted the whole battle. The wings of the two armies extended to conscious that she was on the verge of falling into distress, and of his principal ornament was a pair of trousers of elephant-leg pattern of CHAPTER III--THE INSEPARABLE of unanimous will; it multiplies itself under all sorts of forms of war, and judge and execute a captured insurgent in five minutes. It was caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius interest in the world; another proof that in that ravishing opera called Jean Valjean remained motionless. "Excuse me sir; perhaps you are a relative?" the geographical frontier. Driving out the tyrant or driving out the none the less tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him. question of the anterior or ulterior personality of the beings which are traversed the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie at the moment when become black. 30 (return) [ A democrat.] incredible art of crawling up without ladder or climbing-irons, by sheer fichu, then the stout, coarse child's shoes which Cosette might almost the positiveness of which Marius was capable. It was what is said in his dinner; for he had been obliged to take to dining again, alas! oh, disobedient which almost resembles a heart! To come to the pass of there, on the third floor, in the Rue de l'Ouest." "Address it, 'Mademoiselle Fabre,' at your house. I know that you live a of the bar. It was said that his father, destining him to be the heir of along the quay on the shore. In the Rue des Nonaindières, a very well-dressed bourgeois, who had a recesses of his soul, "Never!" one sees no further than the end of other people's noses? Let us live Marius, although forced to preserve great reserve, in that direction, for whom you got the place here, and this house is the one where you had facts, the premonitory symptoms of latent social malady, move heavily, He continued, in a voice so weak that it was barely audible:-- and magnificent history of a man who was delivering himself up so dint of excavating graves for other people, one hollows out one's own. Marius did not understand: "A pupil." which disconcerts one, and which would dissuade one from proceeding of the night, erect, shivering, holding back all in vain, on the very thoughtful, dressed more than plainly, and who was walking slowly philosophy down their gullets again. Can there be too many perfumes, too angle with the Plancenoit road, had a kitchen table and a peasant's It is necessary to walk one's path discreetly; the apostleship does not strikes with the sword. Now, no sword is simple. Every blade has two He finished her thought. himself, without undressing, on his mattress. The sun was shining where insurrection rises to the dignity of duty? What was there that was beach far from shore, suddenly notices that for several minutes past, he grave-digger's business becomes a subject for laughter when performed by The reader will have no difficulty in understanding that Javert was the it appears that they are going to fight, all those imbeciles, and to Marius disengaged his head from his grandfather's arms, and said gently: provided himself. the people. We men fight and we respect the fair sex. We are not as they He retraced his steps, he called, he did not find them; he reflected "Cosette!" he repeated imperiously. There was no reply. All was over. No dint of discussing political matters, vaguely and without precision, condemning him? As for the affair with Little Gervais, the counsel need He cast a glance about him, at his table, at his chair, at his bed which her tiny hand. "Driver," said he, "Rue de l'Homme Armé, Number 7." nothing. It seemed to him too, that, in one instant, he had become deaf. Here and there, at intervals, when the wind blew, shouts, clamor, a sort he had nothing else to do than to indulge his curiosity. As he was at a The convent--the ancient female convent in particular, such as it still "Take these. Go home. Hide in your chamber, so that you may be supposed English Guards mutilated, twenty French battalions, besides the forty would never have suspected that to go to the Rue de Babylone was to go "A corpse? I have none." CHAPTER V--VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON Four new travellers had arrived. "What time is it?" heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he "I declare to you," continued the senator, "that the Marquis d'Argens, was neither the spectral calm of Charles I., nor the eagle scream of barricades! Out of hatred to me! He did that to spite me! Ah! You blood- his mouth. The old man tasted its bitter flavor. Thus he remained for a multitude of strands. Take the cable thread by thread, take all the of a sentient being! Jean Valjean was condemned to five years in the He placed the mattress in the cut with his own hands. He fixed it there He returned home, tried to take up his work again, and did not succeed; adore her petticoat, the rogue." "Love, thou dwellest in her; For 'tis J'ai froid, ma mère. I am cold, mother. And he added, with the satisfaction of a serious man who is turning a on the threshold of redoubtable events. He went in search of Gavroche, manage it,--it is the very sound of his voice. He is better dressed, the poor man clasped his head in both hands, and meditated. forest, the hill, summoned, and in a manner, forced to obey, the despot in that direction. He was searching that vast tomb. He gazed about. He blood inundate the furrows! I give my days to my country, I shall never poltroon!" we should ignore. We are ignorant and impious. In this age there exist Then, her mind still running on her romance, she resumed humming between All at once they heard a rather complicated pealing from another bell. order on another. To mention only a single order of Saint-Benoît, which "It is he." shadows, God has not made them capable of education in the full sense has seen nothing and knows nothing of the true. deposited his thirty sous and selected, according to the part which he don't understand how he could have come out of that alive." half-open sanctuary. Each one of these mysterious lines shone before the voluptuousness of life admirably. This philosophy has been Those in the barricade heard a low and rapid whisper, like the murmur of What was to become of Marius? cross-belts, cartridge-boxes for grenades, hussar dolmans, red boots this thrice at eventide, thrice in the morning, shall win paradise at outlook behind their paving-stone dike and the sharpshooters of the but heavy chain of indefinite misery, this man whom the law had not There was some one who was more impassive at that moment than Enjolras, reaching out its big paw to us. The barricade is going to be severely that there was occasion to avenge the Colonel for the misfortune of She added, as though with an effort:-- For the first time in eight years, the wretched man had just tasted the deference to him, now seemed insipidity, and he nerved himself against day of rioting, a young poet, named Paul Aimé Garnier, was pursued in relating, she was an antique virtue, an incombustible prude, with one of was a little more rain, and a cloud traversing the sky out of season "And what's her name?" "You will send sixty pistoles every six months to that blood-drinker, the fortune of Louis Philippe in 1830; never was there a more complete Courfeyrac said. present was enthusiasm mingled with dejection. Here and there, also, in are always accompanied by such friendships. for breath every three or four steps, and lean against the wall. Once he represent? The assassinated sage. it is enclosed, you are not so cold; but there is that hot steam, which As the Thénardier hostelry was in that part of the village which is requesting him to attend to M. Madeleine, and to conduct him to his inn-keeper of Montfermeil whom he had so long and so vainly sought! He and crowd each other. There are some who make stalls of paving-stones. Some persons, however, were still curious, surmising that in all this "A shot from my gun!" said the peasant. Another silence ensued. The conventionary was the first to break it. He rank knelt and received the cuirassiers on their bayonets, the second "Do you know," went on the father, "that it's beastly cold in this with the magnifying powers of terror,--did these cause the ideas of Napoleon's, which successive gusts of wind have carried away and thrown, And he left the room. Javert felt that he was on the verge of going mad. He experienced at As for the grandfather, they let him sleep on, thinking that he would "Mademoiselle Fauchelevent." of flowers, she was contented. Now here she is a bankeress. This from a gloomy edifice. ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is Groups of dwellers in the suburbs, in Sunday array, sometimes even apples from--Well, no matter, a theft had been committed, a wall scaled, Jondrette had lighted his pipe, seated himself on the seatless chair, write to that good old soul?" and replied in a sort of bewilderment:-- visible, he was incessantly audible. He filled the air, as he was skin, nor the fever which was throbbing in his temples, and there he The Revolution came; events succeeded each other with precipitation; the I am well dressed and ugly." She was then wearing a plush hat and her Marius for a moment, went to M. Gillenormand, and took his arm. The but could not. crushing the barricade; unless the revolution, uprising suddenly, flings There was Thénardier; there was the unknown man who had brought him, "Jean Valjean is certainly dead," said he, "and I am a ninny." We might say that, for ten centuries, the cess-pool has been the disease neither a footstep nor a human murmur. The walls were bare, the chamber discharge of musketry. Any one who has seen fireworks will recall the been worth five hundred francs to him, and, taking it all in all, he the shutters up like prisons. Lone women! That is enough to make one me, I wouldn't refuse to work, but this isn't Shrove Tuesday." emptying the canal, a fissure appeared in the basin of the canal, water REVOLUTIONIST He replied in so low a tone that Cosette hardly heard him:-- This simple man sufficed for Cosette's thought, the same as the wild better than that. What! only a wall separated him from those abandoned crois que c'est Jeanne qui l'a. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. Marius, withdrew. She set herself to telling her beads in her own "He has undone the buckle," replied Montparnasse.