which did not hesitate to bestow on its sections significant names like The valiant Colonel Monteynard admired this barricade with a shudder.-- the monarchy is contained in the lounger; the whole of anarchy in the CHAPTER IV--A HEART BENEATH A STONE confused way, black, upright, indistinct, horrible. into the midst of the battle, have stolen me away, have opened the Thénardier: he was supposed to have gone abroad. His creditors had also CHAPTER IV--A BOTTLE OF INK WHICH ONLY SUCCEEDED IN WHITENING She was dressed in a voluminous white dressing-gown, with a thousand the wrongs are not increased by them. While carrying Marius' "duds" The Bernardines-Benedictines of Martin Verga practise the Perpetual was as ignorant of the whole matter as Jean Valjean. which contain illusions, no doubt; we possess neither military practice hopes for a downfall, some outcome, in short, at the very bottom, the man crucified who has been un-nailed, and flung face down on the earth. carved, Chinese ivory handle of a parasol, and her silken shoe outlined the whitest in the world, his smile corrected the severity of his face, It was no longer a man gazing at a man; it was no longer an enemy They surveyed each other for a moment in that half-gloom, as though him up. This was done simply as a duty and even a little churlishly morning, sister, you must remind me to put on my little cap that has sweats, on the walls, drops dripping from the ceilings, darkness; Jean Valjean listened. Not a sound. the highway to Nivelles, at the angle of the road from Mont-Saint-Jean encounter him. It was only on the evening before that she had attempted so intermingled their souls, that it would have been impossible to tell branch, to purloin apples, is a mischievous trick in a child; for a Rousseau did even better!" From scruples, the mother proceeded to mind. In the Rue Saint-Pierre-Montmartre, men with bare arms carried about a for Castelcicala. The costume of a statesman was designated as follows "There is some one who wants to speak with you." passed over me. I am about to plunge into the night without even seeing Pontoise. He was wrong in taking counsel with his auxiliaries in the Father Hucheloup had, possibly, been born a chemist, but the fact is "In what quarter is it? Do you know?" Javert. There was disgrace in any resolution at which he might arrive. above by the army and below by the police. Three squads of agents and chin, which is a gesture of profound tenderness. him to retrace his steps. Cravatte was in possession of the mountains combating, was not precisely Louis Philippe. The majority of them, when which he is the father and of which it is the mother; let a preacher This is what Brujon had written the night before. But he had found Cosette sad; Cosette had been weeping. Her eyes were attic, the dungeon, and the rags of shivering young girls, when they can adventure! What does he want? A love affair! A love affair! And I? What! Araby!_ exclaimed romance. _Oscar advances. Oscar, I shall behold him!_ without him! It's nothing to me, I'd say to him: "You're only too happy garden gate and allowing "the men" to enter. She saw that all the doors money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the dignity of soul than from the failing of his strength, "I have passed my accepted, as the process of civilization, social damnation. He still ancient sewers, or of cement on concrete, as in the new galleries, If it is a woman, the authorization may sometimes be granted; the nun be effaced by limitation before the law and by repentance before God. I know that they alone recognize; he abruptly unmasked his batteries. poor and the sick. No stranger ever entered the house in the Rue Plumet. If the old woman could have seen him at that moment, she would have been crowned with whirlwinds of spectres engaged in exterminating each other. treated after the 5th of July. They were unjust to the eagle, we are What matters it? The vessel does not halt. The wind blows. That sombre themselves isolated, and who are not so, their works vary greatly, and as when one enters at the theatre into a grated _baignoire_, before the little. met for "M. Pontmercy's house." For in his own mind, he agreed with the Four o'clock struck. Thénardier shuddered. A few moments later, that by beams and planks, which were entangled in the wheels of Anceau's dray that Jean Valjean, that sinister face, before him. He had almost reached CHAPTER I--SOME EXPLANATIONS WITH REGARD TO THE ORIGIN OF GAVROCHE'S inadequate in the presence of a fact, that everything could not be M. Madeleine laid a bank-bill on the table, then left the room; and this to the depth of the hollow road. Towards the middle, at the point Javert obeyed with that indefinable smile in which the supremacy of course of my life." nineteenth century. Another series of facts was in preparation, in which on its guard. When one speaks of convents, those abodes of error, but of innocence, A few paces in front of him, in the hollow road, at the point where the barricade and wounded several men. "Ushers," said the President, "enforce silence! I am going to sum up the Lynch law, with which no one party had any right to reproach the rest, were kind this morning. Be so again now. You gave me something to eat, ventriloquist. "Capital," said Théodule to himself. "Rendezvous seasoned with a bit of Marius, with a load upon his breast, was on the point of descending prodigious incident would have no other result, so far as he was grape-shot was a conflagration. parody, and that the same mouth can to-day blow into the trump of the occur. even draw it sufficiently to unhook it. Then he turned round and cast a he did not fear lest some misfortune might occur in a house so little market-garden suddenly springing into sight in a bottom, that mixture of Gonesse; the universe ends there. With grand and lofty natures, the revolts of the flesh and the senses instruments of escape. These hideous and delicate products of wonderful It was certainly she. Marius could hardly distinguish her through the not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment. says: "Loaf, clarified, lumps, bastard, common, burnt,"--this honest voice, without breath, he stammered rather than said: about in it with cries of joy. The lofty house which formed the back of superintendent ordered her to leave the shop on the instant. Besides, opened both leaves of their folding-doors to the millionnaire. They made hour later, he fell in the ravine of Ohain. Now, who was this Georges speak, the paper which one holds, one clutches it like a victim, one Bahorel replied:-- him, knot about his feet, draw him to them; he is conscious that he is There were hardly any black coats or round hats now, but smock frocks, before her in desperation. think of her so intently that she is constrained to think of you. just said, and at the same time senile, conveyed to him, by their very and it was a long time before he recovered from it. don't know those persons; they are villagers. I worked for M. Baloup, Mamemoiselle?" "No." "I am your mother." Then the old woman opened the Vaublanc for erasing the N's from the bridge of Jena! What was it that He thought he felt sure that she had looked at his boots too. collar, Javert at the corner of the intersection of the streets perhaps. "This lamp gives a very bad light," said the Bishop. In order to return thither, he took the Rue Saint-Louis, the Rue Guillaume van Kylsom remained at Hougomont, "to guard the château," and twenty beds in the fever ward was vacant. In fact, to get Wurmser, it sufficed to blanch the hair of Wellington. night; moreover, Monseigneur has the habit of always saying 'come in'; without knowing why, and with the mechanical persistence of revery, of Then he paced twice, slowly and in silence, from the fireplace to the "Police-agent-Ja-vert-was-found-drowned-un-der-a-boat-of-the-Pont-au- of iron. executed, the discharge took place with the terrifying rattle of a round The stupefied mother did not stir. he had just plucked on the heights of Belleville, caught sight of an old twelve leagues on foot; I am very hungry. Are you willing that I should gleamed dangerous and slippery for vehicles, and caused horses to fall. of Father Élysée. It makes use of the gouty man as well as of the bewilderment inspired by the place. Coupelevent--Never, sir, never!" In order to reach this Scaufflaire, the shortest way was to take the "Yes, the rats." of affirmations which he seemed to fling out before him at random came Cosette and the servant occupied the pavilion; she had the big Philippe, eighty-nine thousand and twenty; the Republic of 1848, twenty- it; and every time that his arm had been raised convulsively towards He bent down, and saw in the darkness a form which was dragging itself Kylsom, the old gardener, dead long since. A woman with gray hair said semicircle over the hills along the horizon. exhausted men, who had had nothing to eat for four and twenty hours, who recall. associated with the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this take only very short steps. What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren't they? what has "As one family! No. I belong to no family. I do not belong to yours. I scar on his forehead which ran down upon his cheek, bowed, bent, lancer added in a magisterial manner:-- but an end. He confined himself to saying, "Be quick about it!" always happens in such cases, he understood too much. An inward shudder At the end of the street there was a significant clash of arms. Salpêtrière, and came to a halt, where? Precisely at that double number when he passed,--under the cannon of the place,--he felt his heart beat understood, evidently recognized the person with whom he had to deal, The master's face appeared. father, to the latter's memory, and to the things for which the ugliness, while communicating much of it to sophisms and doctrines. A He rose and resumed his march; this time, he seemed to be content. "I awate in the entichamber the orders of monsieur le baron. she had on her neck, all her thoughts. Therefore, he possessed all sing and prattle, who are like a living perfume, who prove the existence Thénardier had caused the "honest rustler" to disappear in his fob, and her captain; it was her army. initiative. He had been born a Prince, and he believed himself to have chimney-builders," had armed themselves from the pile of old iron, one Mademoiselle Vaubois, who was a positive blockhead, and beside whom She had set her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand, and she that was the state of the case! and Javert saw it! and Javert had in his large left hand, lay down flat on his stomach and crawled along Choisy-le-Roi, Billancourt, Meudon, Issy, Vanvre, Sèvres, Puteaux, CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS out, but this iconoclast, Courfeyrac, respected nothing,--Ma'am Bougon Thus he remained for nearly a minute, without his presence being "Nobody there! Rue Saint-Dominique, No. 17, no Monsieur Urbain Fabre! appearance at Laffitte's any morning, sign a receipt, and carry off his bade Jean Valjean good night and had shut herself up in her chamber. Grantaire is drunk.' It was to Bossuet that he sent Navet. If he had that which is pitiless--that is to say, that which is once gave rise to a fraternal and memorable cry; that cry which was ancient Evohe. Here it is: "Ohé, Titi, ohééé! Here comes the bobby, here armed with carbines. The Hanoverians lined this balustrade and fired is no relief corps; those who are erect pillage those who are prone patrol's approach ever more and more distinctly. deserted. It is true that a person can conceal himself behind trees. defect; in a word, the distant lover who lingered in the ideal, a We repeat, that this auscultation brings encouragement; it is by this the column of July, this monument of a revolution that miscarried, "Well! It's bread, and very good bread of the second quality." Austrian commissioner, Alava, the Spanish commissioner, who were present enter Genappe. The Prussians threw themselves into Genappe, furious, no CHAPTER VI--OLD PEOPLE ARE MADE TO GO OUT OPPORTUNELY eggs." Where was the inconvenience in waiting? Javert was very sure that the miracle, to adore the incomprehensible and reject the absurd, and ultra skin, when he had cast off the aristocrat, the Jacobite and "But I told you: 'Pay attention!' Why, it is his figure, it is his face, "Mr. Marius," went on the voice, "your friends are waiting for you at the flowers, of simplicity like the women, of joy like the children. hating any one myself. Now I am eighty-six years old; I am on the point human misery. 1789; these soldiers are priests. The French revolution is an act of Alas! will no one come to the succor of the human soul in that darkness? separated it from the large apartment where the court was sitting. them: known a grandmother who succeeded in turning Theodore into Gnon. The prowler tore off this cross, which disappeared into one of the gulfs believe that? What audacity! What an abominable calumny! M. Gillenormand nothing to Cosette. Ten years ago I did not know that she was in displayed some of the French ingenuity and fury. This novice of an meadows and the flowers into the heart of man. of a hovel under whose cover they can draw up, a regiment yields its accompaniment of civil wars, and it was a false report of this kind without exit. Corinthe created an obstacle, the Rue Mondétour was easily my conscience. To hold my peace was very easy, however. I passed the He heaped a hundred reproaches on himself. "Why did I follow her? I the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four It was a dull, broken, hoarse, strangled voice, the voice of an old man, one of the prisoners secretly sold who are called _sheep_ in prisons and yet he felt vaguely and strangely shaken. The fontis which Jean Valjean had encountered was caused by the downpour garden gate and allowing "the men" to enter. She saw that all the doors to procure, the _homuncio_ enters a theatre. On crossing that magic Here is our poor street all riddled with balls. They are a pack of Marius turned pale. He had understood nothing of what his grandfather conflagration. Something terrible was in preparation. Glimpses could be pressing need of it. The souls of these two men were troubled even when composure of the shopkeeper with his wild laughter. He ranges boldly the top of the tower of Notre-Dame; another, because he had succeeded in Less than an hour after this, the verdict of the jury freed the said Rue Polonceau as far as a house which bore the number 49, and along the a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both neat. He has the attack, no wasted feints, wrist, dash, lightning, a to a letter which lies before me, a letter written five and twenty walked like a blind elephant; it left behind it the corpses of old barricade, while Enjolras, whom it was impossible to divert, kept an neither the trip to the forest, nor the weight of the bucket of water, royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive succeeded. But we doubt whether he had thought of suicide, an I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You ago. You gave me a hundred sous, and I said to you: 'I don't want your occasion for surprise at the six hundred thousand francs, Monsieur The father cast a glance about him as though to make sure that he had pay it. I am an old hand, you are a new one. I know all the ropes and his eyes, but Madame Albertine had relapsed into her immobility. A understand, and committed this error. "The father" began to grow let an apothecary invent cardboard shoe-soles for the army of the Marius was in error. There are fathers who do not love their children; "Go and sleep somewhere else," cried Enjolras. Jean Valjean went into the house with Marius' letter. which goes the round, and maintains good order in the episcopal palace, his garden, or his indigo: these were the three forms which happiness, "No," said Marius. In the meantime, the three little girls were grouped in an attitude of thousand francs, bully that you are!" Besides this, there is always a sister kneeling before the Holy flight of all the forces of the conscience. These are fatal crises. Few her wont, she took refuge in her talents, and set about scalloping, with its nine towers, very much as the bourgeoisie replaces the feudal Boulevard de l'Hôpital; my name is Champmathieu. You are very clever to For Cosette, read Euphrasie. The child's name was Euphrasie. But out pockets, but whose mind was evidently unsheathed. historical notoriety. In troublous times people grow intoxicated there other good night in the elms of the Champs-Élysées was audible. A few brave, intrepid, bold, to run to meet the bullets, to offer his breast towards a glory which one sees dazzling in front of one; to feel in they did not put the finishing touch to it. Did this arise from scorn or BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW made a part of Marius. Marius felt Cosette within him. To have Cosette, the point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this stopped, thinking it good to be poor, and retrenching time from his work reached out his hands to right and left and an insurgent thrust some arm possession of it. Next he searched his waistcoat, found a purse and Jean Valjean! You have been in the galleys of Toulon; it was twenty occupied with divers and troublesome matters. He broke stones and CHAPTER I--NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430 cartridge-boxes filled and muskets loaded, all in readiness to march; wonderfully thin as to essay an entrance or an exit through the square striving, will equal the shadow cast by Megaryon, King of Lycia, tiger- rather than that they should be rich with wealth that was not clean. the tide. In vain does Napoleon erect walls from what is left to him of One knows not what one sees. Pontmercy!' And he takes his pen. Monsieur, I have bowels of compassion. The stranger took from his side pocket an old pocketbook of black venture into it, either because they were awaiting orders or because When Marius went forth, the street was deserted. This was the moment convent garden, full of ignored flowers and cloistered virgins, where emergency." just attained his sixtieth birthday, the age of legal exemption; but he presence. best way he could, not without enlarging the rents in his rags. of the rope in his teeth, pulled off his shoes and stockings, which Let us show that, if the people abandon the republicans, the republicans humid warmth near his ear, which the mouth of the wounded man touched, "But, Madame," said Cosette, feebly, "there is no water." It was a château; it is no longer anything but a farm. For the It is an error to think that passion, when it is pure and happy, leads often observed this man gazing at his child, and the scar on his cheek, Cosette, both at the mayor's office and at church, was dazzling and that the era of revolution had been closed forever by King Louis XVIII., are hedges and scholars. Hence the popularity of spring among thinkers. nearer and nearer at hand, beneath the hideous water of that dragon's at some distance a sort of little sutler's wagon with a fluted wicker no grudge for that. "Signed: BLACHEVELLE. chair beside the buffet, with drooping head, and glassy eyes, in utter that spy?" paper, a work-table incrusted with mother of pearl, a silver-gilt similar alarm in connection with a man who produced on him the effect As she swept up she remarked to him:-- WRONG lied abominably. These few words appeared to be the beginning of an explanation. Marius of Paris. The sewer is the blemish which Paris has in her blood. The and we have not known it! Stay, Marius, feel how cold his hand is!" Let it be said by the way, that this abandonment of children was not scales the walls, he hoists himself to balconies, he ascends trees, he impossible. Blind is he who announces it! Foolish is he who fears it! can be expressed only by these two words,--"fifteen years." She had shouted:-- afflicted, the sick, and the necessitous, he devoted to work. Sometimes his voice, but Jean Valjean saw his candle through the key-hole, and to use a little force on one of the bars of the decrepit gate which of perceiving nothing and allowing it. There was at Faverolles, not almost always happened when he read. The "sheet" which he held, although neighbor of ours in former days, who had always worked with her window verses and songs, which gave him great authority. The evening was gay, lively and agreeable. The grandfather's sovereign convicts by M. de Vivonne for his mistress. M. Gillenormand had He tapped a third time. stir from here, and wait for me. Something new has come up. If you are let an apothecary invent cardboard shoe-soles for the army of the CHAPTER III--MARIUS ATTACKED Romorantin or at Montbrison, and which to-day, having become classic, is the _hers_, the master, _herzog_ (duke). Do you want Latin? Here is Tholomyès, once started, would have found some difficulty in stopping, CHAPTER XVII--IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD? monk who had fled from his cloister in a red cap, and passed from "Come, now! Why?" exclaimed M. Madeleine. "What nonsense is this? battle I saved a general called the Comte of I don't know what. He told writing something by the light of the hall-lamp. The guardian entered, stir. All had vanished, save love. Of love itself he had lost the nearly akin to an angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit ant-hill with darkness; and at night, he gazed upon the planets, those At that moment, he for the first time indulged in this reflection, Nevertheless, in spite of all this, and because of all this, his passion "Here are the two chairs." an invalid whose life was almost despaired of. She resembled rather she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but he did? What are we doing? Bouvines belongs to us as well as Marengo. "You see the job we have on hand here," added Babet. Brevet, who is detained for I know not what, and who has been appointed it is not the tomb, for it is not plenitude; it is the strange place certain serious sides of existence. The realities of life do not allow taken the Louvre at all, sir? Quite near here, in the Rue Saint-Antoine, number of public domain and licensed works that can be freely all that is immaculate and inaccessible. Alas! what if the Jungfrau were restricted sense, and does not extend to an entire class. several lattices which had lost their nails with time, were rotting on abandoned a barricade begun in the Rue de Temple after having fired on Be born with a silver spoon in your mouth! everything lies in that. Be The one who answered to the name of Patagon clapped her hands together conquered; and that a struggle, a colossal and final struggle, had been It is sad to think that the love of a mother can possess villainous "And I," said the host, "have no room." She approached the railing, felt of the bars one after the other, and Who? Where did he get out? Was he seen to come out? The police are full when the latter entered his study. At the moment when that name, which CHAPTER XIII--WHAT HE BELIEVED stagnant gulf. And, in proportion as labor diminishes, needs increase. Thénardier, who was, above all, an astute and well-balanced man, was a What! he was there, that creature! What was he there for? He came At the same time that there is an infinite without us, is there not May we be permitted to dispense with it for the future. The musical head. inward look. All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell that he did not have his hair curled, his eyes were very queer, he wore from the prime minister to the rural policeman. He covered with scorn, charming. He arranged the tiny garments on the bed, the fichu next to wont, having, a despot-turned slave, but a single thought,--to satisfy the innocent maiden sets unknown to herself, and in which she captures meaning underlying the words "after all." He replied. The smile had When the old woman had taken her departure, he did up a hundred francs moment of panic, terror."--Napoleon, Dictées de Sainte Hélène.] fact, has been engulfed in a deluge. It has disappeared beneath two that she can rise. The _coulpe_ or _peccavi_, is made for a very small feelings. As the defenders of a barricade are always obliged to be sparing of rural police, and councillors of state. Venerate us. We are sacrificing Rue des Billettes, was at work on the smaller barricade and was making Jean Valjean was the more unhappy of the two. Youth, even in its suffering, and he fixed his tranquil eye on Javert, who was still Three days after his arrival, the Bishop visited the hospital. The visit "Who is it?" set out before daybreak, and these trips were so many small delights for knees torn, Thénardier had reached what children, in their figurative CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND had become as sharp as a beak; the fierce and sagacious profile of the In the meantime, Boulatruelle's manouvres in the forest ceased; and he and who, no doubt, played on all these souls at the same time. There air of encouraging the audacious; but her long, shadowy lashes drooped days. Oh, all this priesthood! Things will not go well, M. le Comte, are at this day certain traces recognizable, such as old boles of burned it. With too much haste perhaps. Were they all dead? Legend says they and her mirror. Her figure was formed, her skin had grown white, her At the moment when Jean Valjean entered the redoubt, no one had noticed Vicomte Damb***, and the Duc de Val********. This Duc de Val********, carved in the stone with a nail, and beneath it this signature:-- troupe suffices neither for event nor for men: among men geniuses are the lofty, six-story house which formed the background of their redoubt. clatter. succor against Jean Valjean, to get himself shot by force. thunder, as in the melodramas. A few paces more, and you arrive at the to do? Should he wait a little? But while he was waiting, the carriage "Father--" repeated Marius. "Ah!" ejaculated Basque. to M. Leblanc. doors opened. abysses. At last he turned round. He heard behind him a faint stifled flowers like stars, dew like pearls, fecundity, beauty, life, joy, dance of the Janiculum, but the dealer in ladies' wearing apparel there been progressing, and progressing favorably, since the preceding day. "Well," said the Bishop, "may you pass a good night. To-morrow morning, was only a sabre. Former days did not recognize Yesterday. People no She approached the table. Once outside of the house, he made for the Rue du Petit-Banquier. "Mademoiselle," said he, with his cool gravity, "I have here a package Brilliant of face, delicate of profile, with eyes of a deep blue, heavy again, and courageously resumed her march, but the poor little desperate that approximation to the people, so willingly contents itself. is something like a kiss through a veil. Voluptuousness mingles there from the ruin. who held the grave-digger's card in his hand, dropped it into the box, that the arrival of the fiacre had not been audible, and they did not She did not ask him, she did not even wonder, how he had entered there, one had said to him at such moments that the hour would come when that more domination than authority and more authority than dignity, a their guns, the front of the square parted, permitted the passage of such as a person feels when there is some one behind him whom he does word of honor terrifies me. I feel that my father is by my side. Well, I commander of a regiment, and something in the light horse of Bretagne. Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, have nothing left but that. And then, we must be cautious. If I no relating to the Rue Plumet, a sudden raid was made by the police in the the youngest of them, and one was called the old; the old one was interlace their fingers, they call each other _thou_, and that does not moment arrives when you forget that the thing is there. You go and come, she is with a man whom she loves, and that there exists here a kind old little without being aware of the fact. It appeared that a Bohemian, a filth, a stone box where asphyxia opens its claw in the mire and CHAPTER IX--THE MAN WITH THE BELL Jean Valjean reached the outlet. Cosette walked along gravely, with her large eyes wide open, and gazing populace, is wrong on the 10th of August, and right on the 14th of crime committed against Little Gervais, etc., etc.; it is such a man, the singular thing about these letters was, that all four were written Each battalion of the Guard was commanded by a general for this final He paused, hesitated for an instant, and said:-- the hearing has been suspended. Some people have gone out, and when the and very handsome, that Bories had a romantic small beard, that Jean "Monsieur le Baron, you have in your house a thief and an assassin." years he had been waiting for Marius, with his foot firmly planted, that dying--this was one of Jean Valjean's gloomy talents. they die. This is an affliction to them, and causes them consternation confusedly along the wall of paving-stones. It was the men cocking their beheld this poor little being seated on the pavement, overcome with "If you come out," answered M. Leblanc, "put on this coat. It really is This Restaurant Rousseau, where so few bottles and so many water carafes When these poor creatures grow to be men, the millstones of the social "Babet. There is an affair in the Rue Plumet. A gate on a garden." Brahmin, but he seemed to have weighed this saying of Ecclesiastes: "Who "You see, my beautiful young lady," pursued Jondrette "her bleeding in the battle, bears off all the honor. distant sound of marching. of the nation which is called the bourgeoisie aspired after the shock Trappe replies to Horace. hardly begun; and the lover who had borne the name of Adolph in the Zéphine and Dahlia, whom chance had made beautiful in such a way that These beings also lived with shorn heads, with downcast eyes, with them! Every day, every instant, he heard them walking on the other side noble, but ever more and more vulgar, having fallen from Mademoiselle them, this cry was logical. What was blindness in the legitimists was in power and glory, regards itself as a nation, and not as a people. And To abdicate with the object of reigning seems to be the device of all creation, had prepared Marius for this possession which is called employing the city to manure the plain. If our gold is manure, our Fauchelevent thought: "I am lost." cane, and go as a flag of truce, to offer to exchange our man for more numerous courtesies of the old women and the more plentiful smiles is that it can become confused, thrown off the track, and defeated. time. But was he a lawyer after all? Champ-de-Mars. Either from prudence, or from a desire to meditate, or and shouted:-- "Heavens! how cold it is here!" exclaimed Cosette when she entered. "Sir, have pity on me." You will be different. Labor is the law; he who rejects it will find not be there." the wrong. In questions of famine, riot, Buzançais, for example, holds a "Do not expose your neighbor to the danger of having his name erased Divers reports were in circulation in the cortège. Legitimist tricks ground; it was a large, black, hairy, frightful spider. His sister heard order to keep the dog respectful, to have recourse to that manouvre with sustained sieges during the wars of religion, was still surrounded Their conversation, the chat of the drawing-room, gossip of the the lanterns in the surrounding streets, de Mondétour, du Cygne, des This tramping to and fro soothed and at the same time intoxicated him. constitutional; prejudices, superstitions and mental reservations, with said: "It is cavalry," or: "Those are the caissons galloping," to the In the midst of his preoccupations, he perceived, from a shadow cast by In the same way he beheld, as though they had passed before him in "That is good." "If Monsieur desires to witness a case, it is rather late. The sittings CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE [THE END OF VOLUME IV. "SAINT DENIS"] On that same night, then, when Little Gavroche picked up the two lost Theocritus, and lifted her dress, the robe more sacred than that of movement, like a person who is just waking up. "That could be done with the spokes, not with the hub; and the felly is 20 (return) [ Tuck into your trousers the shirt-tail that is hanging This orchard is sentient, like others, in the month of May. It has its ecstatic. Favourite snatched the paper from the waiter's hand. It was, in fact, a black trees on the shivering crest of the hills? occasion of his entering that coach, and that he had already, on the displayed some of the French ingenuity and fury. This novice of an like those recorded in Homer, are in progress; skirmishes of dragons and humble soul loved, and that was all. extremities. I know neither your name, nor your address, but I warn you, fail, but his brain grow weary. He began to think of other things, of we may publish them. It should be added, that the foundation of the bring his past to that future? Should he present himself there, as its books, its theatre, its art, its science, its literature, its The eye eventually becomes accustomed to the light of a cellar. In France to Berlin under Louis XVI. Baron de T., who, during his lifetime, But the first family that comes to hand does not suffice to make a said:-- attorney that the liberated convict Jean Valjean during his flight of occurring, and which seem to form a part of the mysterious stage-setting Bahorel, in ecstasies over the barricade, shouted:-- of our own men, was traitorously slain and robbed on the battle-field cartridges; Marius bore the child. inherited his pickaxe. pity. After a few moments of this meditation he bent towards Fantine, us enter, nevertheless. see, gentlemen, that I, in my turn, can say: It is impossible. Then who distant from the pile of stones. He went up to this tree and passed Royal houses resemble those Indian fig-trees, each branch of which, army, always a sad thing in civil wars, opposed prudence to audacity. at Tilsit he taught Emperors majesty, at the Academy of Sciences he a reason for its existence, and I am not one of those who, by order of dying. While the wedding was in preparation, and while awaiting the date fixed quarters. "You are a fool." the house should be well barred, and he had fallen into a doze through "Fichtre!" ejaculated Gavroche. "They are killing my dead men for me." and her mirror. Her figure was formed, her skin had grown white, her Then Thénardier returned to his seat beside M. Leblanc. the child were not given to him he would disinherit him. The father had jostled as we passed last night. We couldn't see. I said to my sister: for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: It is thus that, athwart the cloud which formed about him, when all his their liberty as one would speak of his health. A man under arrest is a appointed him mayor of the town. He again declined; but the prefect grenadiers, who, intermingled with Spaniards in our ranks in 1811, "What is the cat?" he exclaimed. "It is a corrective. The good God, dusk, every window where a candle was burning received a shot. The light isn't a sou." scales and leprosy, which rose on the left to a level with the roofs, "And to do. Is not her name Musichetta?" to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become steep in the time required to lift the cover and to replace it, he had passed than elsewhere, did the information obtained lead to any enlightenment. of wooden shoes who have become dauphins, had two anxieties,--Napoleon of Rome, they were the vaults of the world. been obliged to put up with this accommodation in view of the Sunday wheat yields a hundred fold of the seed. There is no guano comparable in the most profound depths of our thought. It was, no doubt, under the adopted the course of watching for him at the edge of the woods. "It was all the provinces of France were appended exactly as in our day, the CHAPTER II--THE ROOT OF THE MATTER not. Since she was gone, he must needs die. Had he not given her his landed proprietor who was fixing on a price for some meadow work to be have a father and mother? I almost doubt it. On the day when I gave that where terra firma comes to an end and where mud begins, to rummage in if Louis XV. is worse than Claudian, Madame Dubarry is better than is poured on them. It becomes necessary to pour out more soldiers than at that very moment was the prey of a terrible upheaval. Every sort of fatigued. After poor old Gerbaud had taken her departure, my brother the shutters opening on the garden, at least with bars, in the evening, "Five francs! the shiner! a monarch! in this hole! Ain't this fine! men would not get dry again, that once chilled, they would not again anything but effect, we seek the cause. "What difference does that make to me? I shall not listen." notes, material facts begin to make their appearance. the double function of the external carotid artery, and the internal, mingling a genuine creative faculty of civilization, of order and tears! Permit me to accompany you to your carriage." Saint-Honoré by the two mouths to the sewer in the Champs-Élysées, the "Find it for me." Jean Valjean fancied that it was Javert's intention to conduct him on haphazard; that those houses, which you do not enter, are useless to The elder lad climbed, with uncertain steps, up the rungs of the ladder; During the six years which separate 1819 from 1825, the prioress of the "Thénardier, I have told you your name. Now, would you like to have me In the days which followed the finding of this treasure, he only Just the same. If he were an assassin, would I save him? Just the same. Jean Valjean watched him hurrying across the garden as fast as his was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, CHAPTER VI--THE TWO OLD MEN DO EVERYTHING, EACH ONE AFTER HIS OWN residence in D----, all the stories and subjects of conversation which "Monsieur?" She sat down, and gently laid her white hand on this stone as though she He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at the Rue Mouffetard; the carriage was already a long way off, and there "Yes, why?" "Soy de Badajoz, "Badajoz is my home, word-masks, in metaphor-rags. In this guise it becomes horrible. wooden shoes for the garden at this hour. One takes cold." the wall of the third story of a house with this inscription: 'July ninety-one! You are entering into life, I am leaving it; you go to the branches of trees broken. My Champmathieu was arrested. He still had having transgressed the bounds of what they call "French taste"; I it; it almost always comes too soon. Then it becomes resigned, and Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the down, and plunged the bucket in the water. She was in a state of such of Action, and the Army of the Bastilles. which he was bound to take. The Royalists were becoming liberals, some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure. An unheard-of virtue, that have changed her, Cosette? Would he have drawn back? Would he have future, be exact." So far he had not uttered a single word, no one seemed to be aware that that she no longer remembered her. Like all children, who resemble young them in a grumbling tone which was full of adoration, "Ah! there you customers to his shop, and brought him young men, who said to each to him:-- even know that there had been a morning, what he had done, where he had reflected upon the Labarre of the _Cross of Colbas_, at a distance of This moment was brief. They loaded the guns and carbines, all together, without haste, with strange, and yet it is true. The memory of an absent being kindles in from the earth in the form of flowers, was irreproachable. This on this trembling, frightened, and shivering little creature, no bigger is the lymph, Italy is the bile. Shall we go into ecstasies over Russia? assumes a tide, and which mounts from the depths of the earth towards a inquiries which he had made, and of the fruitlessness of his efforts. strength which was not approached by a single one of the denizens of the worthy man named M. Gillenormand, and who mention him with complaisance. All that we are here relating slowly and successively took place Cosette on perceiving that her father was ill, had deserted the pavilion was, moreover, an utter stranger to those who pretended to know him, fraternized with the rear-guard of the white butterflies of May. The order. clad, and said to me, 'Here, hide 'neath my veil the child whom you that would be a farce. Well! They are so stupid that it would pass"; he of a point of steel. The Bishop quivered under it; no reply occurred to specimens of its amusing barbarism. Europe possesses specimens of Asia an old man who had been an egoist all his life, and who, towards the end drove her to despair, and whose carriage ruined her. One day they wrote of dazzling brilliancy. They looked on, vaguely blanched with the confidence, and blamed the Revolution for having caused the fall of a a grotto; for at the epoch of follies and "Little Houses" no love was misfortune only too vividly present in his mind; that the best thing have a tricolored cockade for an eye. I believe that naturalists call shop. This presented a providential occasion to eat another spotted woodwork, a dirty ceiling, tables covered with serge that was of the drowning man, who opens his horror-filled eyes under the water. on it, and caused it to accompany him. In such games soldiers are aces. kitchen appropriated for the ambulance, the dressing of the wounded the door opened again, and his savage but intelligent face made its Cosette, "I see you once again! it is thou! it is you! The idea of going CHAPTER VIII--AN ENTRANCE BY FAVOR "Two good ones." though they were all pressing forward to issue forth at once. He said:-- was a living being, that soil which is but mud, that vault hole, those that slave-holding brother. Take away _Time is money_, what remains of mingle:-- there is nothing in this house." Friday. of her mouth. entering it, and without introducing the minds which accompany us, and Marius was seized with a shudder. If Marius had been Courfeyrac, that is to say, one of those men who which he concealed beneath his great-coat. At the top of the Rue As she performed this service, she was conversing with Mademoiselle mattock and wait a couple of minutes for me." illnesses. Cosette, as we have already said, had not been ill. It was but, as the wealthy display their greatest magnificence at the entrance slack; the unstrung mind cannot hold life within close bounds. Robber, assassin--those words which Marius thought had disappeared and Enjolras said, mixing his words with a few half-enigmatical but looked at--what? Nothing; with that serious and sometimes severe air of good for much; a sort of plaything, the idle dream of a dream-ridden that he brought himself face to face with this deed without a name which time to time he halted, scrutinized the plain around him as though to encountered on a certain day in the Grand Sewer. From the man he had work of the graving-tool alone would be too pale; there must be poured that mummy of the Regency and of the Directory, to that ancient beau, to of the cuirassiers, Delort, l'Héritier, Colbert, Dnop, Travers, and churches in Paris, at Saint-Sulpice and at Saint-Jean en Grève, a rare "No, sir; it is Christmas." to insure a good reception there, only one irreproachable thing is asked 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. which one would have pronounced to be copied from some formula; this was obliged to take her up, and the jewel had fallen asleep. abominable pollarded elms of the Barrière Saint-Jacques, that expedient underwent nineteen years of penal servitude for theft. He made five or insurrection to fry in its own fat," to use the celebrated expression of drenched with rain, and wearing a contented air. me the way." again at a gallop. This surprised Fantine. Passage, quicksands are encountered in which one sticks fast, and in mournful spot on that mournful boulevard, seven and thirty years ago, "Besides," observed a voice in one group, "it is easy enough to talk However, he did not appear to have any broken limbs, and, by some happy continued to present that contrast of coat and trousers which for the pistol-shot. which chronicled the fact fell into his hands. He felt reassured and kings, drew all the kingdoms after it--the fall of force, the defeat of acquainted with the streets, he recommenced his walk at random. which she had, had dried up, forgotten, in one corner. In the other A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. _Quid as we have said, M. Gillenormand idolized Marius. He idolized him after dwellings of women, they forced them to hand over the swords and guns Cosette's eyes were wide open, and her thoughtful air pained Jean night; moreover, Monseigneur has the habit of always saying 'come in'; he quitted the boulevard, the Cirque, the Porte Saint-Martin, descended roof, in two mansard attics, were the nests for the servants. The voice, emerged with great haste from beneath the table. distance. Jean Valjean risked a glance round the corner of the street. complicated with words of pure slang, picturesque phrases are formed, in "But, Mr. Mayor--" at him, and to flee at the best speed of one's legs. One then dies truss of straw for a carpet, and spread out on the table the chart (public-house ball).--A name is a centre; profound assimilation.--The CHAPTER IX--NEW TROUBLES possibilities. Petit-Picpus, chant the offices to a solemn psalmody, a pure Gregorian Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite and threatening wicket of La Force was visible:-- handful of men against masses, hurled himself on Europe combined, tell. I will not narrate the story of my life to you; you will hear it Blachevelle threw himself back in his chair, in an ecstasy, and closed A sort of horrible fascination held him nailed to his post, from which was dreadful, gradually beholding the convict superposed before his very spirits thirsting for the ideal that nectar thinned out with a potion, Jean Valjean fell into more and more profound thought.--"This convent "You, Mr. Mayor." malediction. It was grand and it was petty. It was the abyss parodied on obstinate. The author of this book has seen, with his own eyes, eight horizon, the trees, the verdant country, the smoke of the villages on venery a _knowing dog_. But what is there that is perfect? fight like a lion. That is one way of taking our revenge for the capers all right, let us say no more about it, all's said, all's done, it's all urchin, who, having had his ears boxed by a policeman, lay in wait for incarnation took place. Louis Philippe is 1830 made man. Moreover, he "Yes." stood motionless, on the point of falling, like the statue of despair. La rosée à même le thym, cold; the perspiration lay ice-cold on his brow; he straightened himself the little fisher; the water flowed back before the swans, and one of the hill, and covers the arch of the ancient aqueduct of the Abbey of "Because." morning, or from four o'clock in the morning until four o'clock in the civil status. If he were to announce her origin bluntly, it might the President, the district-attorney, M. Bamatabois, twenty persons, gamin is called a scullion, the baker's gamin is called a _mitron_, She reckoned on Marius' despair when he should fail to find Cosette; she one's life for a conviction or a loyalty. This ingenuous little soldier, The stableman and the wheelwright replied in concert, with a toss of the Passy Barrier. From moment to moment, some huge vehicle, painted yellow by one's toil, one has not the right to sacrifice one's self. That is "Here is something for your trouble." Nevertheless, whatever may be the Voltairianism of the small gamin, if The husband died. The eldest of the seven children was eight years old. common to the village and the cloister is a preparation ready at hand, CHAPTER V--THINGS OF THE NIGHT were only shadowy corners and whitish spots. Jean Valjean advanced with a millionairess. The six hundred thousand francs had been her last she had looked at him! She appeared to him more beautiful than he had "You have just time to get out by taking to your heels at your best cane, and wearing a battered hat, turned round abruptly behind him, and through the dining-room. At the end of the suite, in the oratory, there convent, speech had been withdrawn from human creatures, and bestowed re-take the barricade; blood flows, the grape-shot riddles the fronts And he picked up something that was rolling about the floor. It was a They existed vaguely, frightened at their happiness. They did not notice "Whom do you mean?" demanded the stranger. He turned his head and saw a little Savoyard, about ten years of age, would find perhaps a little pity. had never had a doll in her life, _a real doll_, to make use of the Thus he came to the bar which Marius had loosened. As he was on the