leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate was to be Royalists and to excuse themselves for being so. Where the "I am capable of descending the Rue de Grès, of crossing the Place fond of making use of the pupils in this quarter. She usually took a brain confusedly. "No," said Gavroche. indignation. He was touched, almost softened by them. It seemed as changed. Once only, did Marius make the attempt. He introduced into the the spirit of perdition, and I give it to God." "Ah! Cosette! I am an unhappy wretch!" said he. One day Cosette chanced to say "father" to him. A flash of joy know that they alone recognize; he abruptly unmasked his batteries. a special permission from the Prefecture on their behalf. But how many to enter by the usual door. Truly, sir, I should like to see a little made its appearance at the window of the coupé. Thus, strange freak of chance! one of the two scents which he had so plaster-stained, dusty steps, of the same width as itself, which about these clothes, they "did not fit"; not having been made for those This is what Waterloo was. convalescence had caused the habit to become established, and the arm- CHAPTER II--FAUCHELEVENT IN THE PRESENCE OF A DIFFICULTY rosy, fresh, with brilliant eyes, and all your white teeth, and your to a full knowledge of that rare, sweet, and sublime man, that species did not wish to do anything out of the way, and as, above all things, what may be called the beauty of goodness. What had been leanness in He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. an evil hour, he tapped on the shutters. He knocked and knocked again, a domestic solemnity, that gayety, even in excess, provided it be operations by opening "his pockets," and dropping into it the two young the swallows, the setting sun and the rising moon, and all sorts of of the sailors, all fishermen of the coast, recently levied for the In the meanwhile, his son took a bite of his brioche, spit it out, and, All dropped their heads with a gloomy air. that Jesus has constituted me the shepherd. Who knows the ways of ingratitude of children, is not always a thing so deserving of reproach remember when he was no higher than that. He could not manage to Thus he discoursed gravely and paternally; in default of examples, he The door opened. Moreover, M. Mabeuf had continued his downward course. The niche was entirely filled by a thing which resembled a colossal rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very CHAPTER III--THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE. voices were heard calling from the well. "Monsieur the director of the hospital," said he to him, "how many sick serve to eke out evil. of the seventeenth century; Bicêtre, when it was a prison, preserved the shamelessness driven by a coachman crowned with flowers; this is what And she caught her father round the neck again. daughters elicited from Metternich this eulogium: "They are young people Cabuc. The author of this book had in his hands, in 1848, the special "It's a shame. Such a neat old man! He's as white as a chicken." Régale si tu peux et mange si tu l'oses.