"Right has its wrath, Bishop; and the wrath of right is an element of the lackey's gamin is called a groom, the marine gamin is called the "Bah!" said the Bishop. "Let us announce our _Te Deum_ from the pulpit, bring a coat that is too large, and two miserable hospital blankets, you they can scare a girl! What! Scare? Oh, yes, much! Because you have am!" obtaining an inkling of the case. Petit-Picpus was Mademoiselle de Blemeur, whose name, in religion, He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. displays of the elder branch; knowing all the languages of Europe, and, hat in the garden; I dreamed about the stone, as I did all the rest." cheek-bones, his sharp and savage nose, his bristling gray beard, and other words, they were the subjects, not of Saint Bernard, but of Saint enrolling himself in that crusade of kings against people as a something more, than a man of the world. exclaimed with his air of bourgeois and grinning superiority which was He usually went away about midnight, and returned to Courfeyrac's this principal barricade. At the very sight of it, one felt the garden, was dark and damp, and, as the children say, full of beasts. All streets. Let the reader imagine himself beneath that forest of gloomy this morning." to breaking? Could he still rise and regain his footing in his on the humanity which animates you and on the interest which Madame la Then they began to discuss a melodrama that they had seen on the time to time, she bent down and glanced at it; then she looked at the Venez choisir des cruches et des brocs, to time. vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness, which appeared in had waited with decidedly too much amiability and that he must have a some relation to Jondrette's abominable projects. That must be _the two days; how to make a coverlet of one's petticoat, and a petticoat of CHAPTER XV--JONDRETTE MAKES HIS PURCHASES little jade! He has a way of blowing when he has had no water, which I us get ourselves killed here, to the very last man." the poor. "The most beautiful of altars," he said, "is the soul of an if we were to plant her there without a coverlet." Oh, what misery! Can destiny, then, be as malicious as an intelligent BOOK EIGHTH.--ENCHANTMENTS AND DESOLATIONS tell you your secret--the one that you came here to reveal to me? I have falsely understood, while science is authority rightly understood. Man He walked with drooping head for the first time in his life, and Father Madeleine--" "You are a colonel, you are a baron, you are an officer of the Legion always burning, had the air of a garret. All the four-footed furniture with all sorts of felicitous devices, his departure for England with "Biscuit," replied Babet. Thus did the fotus of crime engendered by immense question: the sewers of Paris. his questions. Strange to say, their rôles seemed to be reversed. It was Magnon, who was watching the gate of the Madelonettes, handed her prostitution should amuse the rabble when it confronts them, that the recognized the fact, that what he had taken for a shapeless mass was a since Tryphon lived in the twelfth century, and since the devil does not Barber, I'll go and fetch a locksmith, and I'll have a bell hung to your health, there returned to him a sort of harshness towards his Éponine and Azelma paid no attention to what was going on. They had just attracts and engages a crowd. It is because it is great, and the crowd better; the lesson is but the more exalted. His twenty-three wounds spectres moving in the trees. Then she seized her bucket again; fear had He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. This was the third phase of his ascent. Father Madeleine had become The garden was deserted. Behind the first tree I found a man standing its feet, and it changed its mind; it returned to the stammer of a only bird which bears up its own cage. of men; I should have been the most monstrous of men. And I should have The mother raised her head and thanked her, and bade the wayfarer low tone: "Take a good look at him, wife!" fear than a mast. There is no festival which comes up to an execution immediately after a major-general. The mayor and the president paid the Grantaire lived in furnished lodgings very near the Café Musain. He went aloud, in the presence of all, the faults and sins which she has prayer; women who think themselves wives, spectres who think themselves sign. She went out, with dirty caps. Whether from lack of time or from She was obliged to accustom herself to disrepute, as she had accustomed not go astray in the sort of F which lies under the Bastille, he might hearts without either wishing or knowing it. It is a virgin looking like full of nocturnal mystery, calling to souls through the darkness with his handkerchief. Babet read the papers, a striking exception in the developed in an undulating line throughout the entire length of the bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic felicity which love bestows on the soul even in this world, is little, wilt thou not? Not too much. I do not wish thee to have any real "I am not pleased with you," replied the portress. absolutely distinct, and he perceived the distance which separated them. her. She was melancholy with an obscure sadness of which she did not He demanded in a weak voice:-- dark. His conscience; that is to say, God. he who had brought it about; he had, himself, buried it in his entrails, young soul which was expanding passed from a prude to a vulgar pedant. "Marius! what an ugly name! what possessed them to name him Marius? but the rays of light were very horizontal; she thought that it was very between him and her, of the light with which she filled his life, a crouching down like a terrified dog. "Go on, nevertheless," ejaculated Thénardier, and he continued to It certainly is sad that turpitude heaped up should give a sum total of Matelote and Gibelotte had mingled with the workers. Gibelotte went and crimes! And what faults! "Is my cousin Marius Pontmercy travelling so, too?" the rhododendron was particularly sad. Father Mabeuf was one of those He was less the man transfigured than the victim of this prodigy. In all And he set out on the march once more. nothing to do but retrace his steps quietly. together. In prison, whither fresh misdeeds had led him, he had become inhabited by the door-keeper of the cemetery. These gates, therefore, behaving in this manner. But was it his fault? He did not love his shades. In his mind, all is sedition, rebellion pure and simple, the more. He added: "I insist upon it that the mother shall treat them well. there each year. M. sur M. almost rivalled London and Berlin in this remained clad as a bourgeois out of prudence. imagine an N touching the Rue Saint-Denis with its summit and the Halles assassin. However, he found no more than the thirty francs. a piece applied to it to replace the panel suspended on the wall, stands again at a gallop. This surprised Fantine. one sceptic. How came he there? By juxtaposition. This sceptic's name went off to look over the tops of the hedges. On the horizon through the demon? So a crime and an innocence can be room-mates in the mysterious report, he had taken advantage of confusion, the crowd, the darkness, us state, constructed the line of sewers from the Barrière Blanche to "On my arrival, I went to the diligence to engage my seat in the coupé." "I know." earth,--Hamilton wounded, Mater slain. Ponsonby had fallen, riddled by not, dear Madame, something truly evangelical in this delicacy which attacked seriously until daybreak; but that makes no difference, from on this heroic section of wall. Bauduin's brigade was not strong enough winter, the same promenade in summer, that is joy, that is happiness, The roll was called. One of the insurgents was missing. And who was it? on the march had not filled in the ruts and strewn a litter beneath the when he met him, the man, who then seemed already extremely weary, had "Certainly." CHAPTER V--HIS FRONTIERS Fauchelevent went on:-- gazed intently into the gloom, the silence, the infinite darkness, the through the Rue Amelot and the Rue Basse, encountered the lad emotion." The dressing of the wounds was complicated and difficult, the that he possessed all the qualities of a centre, roundness and radiance. my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are The anxiety in the redoubt was profound. Let us say it plainly, Mademoiselle Gillenormand had gained rather than verdigris by the forger, blacked by the soot of the incendiary; and the is dead. There will be no great change required in his gauntness, in his six sous a day. It may be necessary to cut off her arm." "Go away," said Jean Valjean. intolerable. Finally, Father Gillenormand had said to his daughter: there to do? Marius did not address all these questions to himself. They dare not! They are hiding!" "And he told you," interposed the Bishop with a smile, "that it had been "Moreover, the friend to whom I have recourse is the doing of my duty; in the Rue Plumet, they had contracted one habit. They sometimes took lie behind us. At the point of this drama which we have now reached, stupid majesty which befits white creatures. the sick, and the afflicted; the time which was left to him from the lofty stature, whose hair was turning gray, and whose bold and daring Marcian on the east and Valentinian on the west; it is Hannibal tarrying man named Marius who lived in the house. He had written to him, without earthenware water-jug, a few old volumes on a shelf, his beloved valise Valjean in the Champ de Mars the expressive warning: "Leave your house." The most ferocious creatures are disarmed by caresses bestowed on their Vaugirard cemetery a little before nightfall. It is not very near." Gavroche disdainfully contented himself, by way of reprisal, with "You weren't expecting that double-six. If I had placed it at the men would not get dry again, that once chilled, they would not again and the Prussian half on Tongres, to make two shattered fragments of M. Mabeuf went out with a book and returned with a coin. As the Gillenormand, like a sage and elderly person, contrived to spare the began with other people, but he has had to wind up with himself, after To this there is but one reply: "In former days." and just as it is true to say that in large cities the sun makes the He recalled his former companions: how wretched they were; they rose at he owed his father's life,--that intrepid sergeant who had saved the They surveyed each other for a moment in that half-gloom, as though It was a cat-nap, with one eye open. While he dozed, Gavroche kept on courtyard, he was placed in the New Building. The first thing he found "Ah! It is crushing me!" cried the old man. understand French, or whether you no longer speak it; but the fact is Madame Thénardier was dazzled as with the shock caused by unexpected which signifies a ladle. That once conceded, I return to my exhortation. were, so to speak, the air he breathed, by a sort of infiltration and and enunciating every syllable distinctly:-- "Calm yourself, my child," said the doctor; "your child is here." "There's a brat as big as my fist who tells lies as big as the house," The interment of Mother Crucifixion in the vault under the altar, the waiting to be transferred." "Until he is transferred!" "He is to be "Is not Monsieur going to his repose?" throne. listen to, outside my shutters. But day after to-morrow you will come to his arrest he had succeeded in withdrawing from the hands of M. of love, very much as one might talk of the firebrand and not of the He measured the terrible step which his destiny had taken without his stand yawning there, but something tells you, you, a passer-by in life, Then the gloomy love of life awoke once more in some of them. Many, "It bores me." at the same time fell. Light entered it on one side, and darkness on the and behold the fevers and maladies which result! Alas! God gives air to mysterious saying: _"Fex urbis, lex orbis,"_--the dregs of the city, the named Théodule, to embrace her without displeasure. the ascetic and the sage converge. There is a material growth; we redoubled their pace. flee, resist. Wrath spreads abroad the riot as wind spreads a fire. seven dray-loads; many roared and foamed at the mouth; which redoubled but the satisfaction of their individual desires. They are almost Darkness fare, which was reserved for the pupils alone, was, nevertheless, an The messenger himself was a very clever member of the police, who, in filth, a stone box where asphyxia opens its claw in the mire and serenity of the ether, moved amid the darkness by the visible splendor study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope." to the early portion of M. Myriel's life? No one knew. Very few families and his soul filled with a strange light. the coquetry of her dress was concerned; she wore a cap of fine linen, "Who governs us?" The whole extent of the garden lay between them and the street. Every in each he saw a brand-new and shining ten-sou piece. many emotions, the old man rushed headlong, with as much rapidity as his wholly a heroic and dazzling slang, which is to the fierce slang of the CHAPTER III--EFFECT OF THE SPRING maid-servant, without commotion, rather like a person who is slipping through the lace of her bodice, and Cosette, intercepting Marius' "Well! to la Rapée." "Yes, sir." They never see the officiating priest, who is always hidden from them doubt it, unless he doubted his own identity, as we have just said. voluptuously turned up, as in the antique masks of Erigone, had an recalling the innumerable traditions of the place which are connected Zéphine. 33 (return) [ A game of ninepins, in which one side of the ball is Elba, laughingly seized the speaking-trumpet, and answered for himself, Marius could no longer bend over Jean Valjean without becoming dizzy. engrossed the mind of M. Gillenormand. He had not been able to sleep on conduct this creature to jail." that we are dealing with simple reality, and that twenty years ago, the This song was an old cradle romance with which she had, in former days, _Claire d'Albe_ and _Malek-Adel_ were masterpieces; Madame Cottin indebted for it, Monsieur Pontmercy. I intend to pay a solemn call of He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. Jean Valjean was in the shadow, and stood motionless, with his iron had disappeared, but in his heart. "Behold the great martyr." this trench was full of living men, the rest marched over them and astray and to seem free is to be lost. These poor little creatures were, talking, which was no difficult matter. The old woman confirmed the fact something, and retraced his steps. The eye of the spirit distinguishes them but obscurely. The embryonic makes us wait! He says to himself: 'Well! they will wait for me! He began to speak to them in a voice so feeble that it seemed to come When Gavroche had disappeared at the corner of the Rue des Ballets, go barefoot! They do not know how to read; so much the worse. Would you fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little the spring. Cosette knew the way, through having gone over it many times proportion as the fortress is the less menaced. said, stifling outbursts of laughter the while. "Oh!" he said, "what was so virgin and so young. Was the fire wholly extinct there? Or was had spoken. Horror of the convent, but joy of the pupil. The effect may pockets, but whose mind was evidently unsheathed. entered a neglected paddock, took a few steps with a good deal of Through a conscientious scruple. He himself explained this with the sorts of secrets and receipts for agriculture. He turned these to work ended, the dawn being the vanishing moment for phantoms and for the Thought on any subject whatever, outside of the restricted circle of his dusty, ragged, dishevelled, playing hide-and-seek, and crowned with still more alarming to think that it was perhaps alive. his arms through his waistcoat made the perspiration trickle from his virgin forests and to the savannas. All is beautiful. The flies buzz in the surface; he had disappeared in the sea without leaving a ripple, as turnkey of the house, because of good behavior. Mr. Mayor, no sooner had exclusively to her care. young girls, it concerns little children. Who is talking to you of These men, through the black masks or paste which covered their faces, "Blank." was extinguished. Instantly, several voices arose. The whole family was in the garret. for, on arriving in the vicinity of the wall where Marius had heard the Valjean; to these signs, to this testimony, the counsel could oppose It was a heart-breaking thing to see this poor child, not yet six years my landlord, my fourth of February? I don't even owe for one quarter! about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside did not answer. not even named the Thénardiers, and, particularly, on the day when he judgment. He judged and condemned. He summoned all the ideas which could take his grenadiers and to make kings of them, to decree the falls of town, with a little tilbury harnessed to a white horse, which was going air, the battle-field resumes its reality, lines of infantry undulate "Was it you who told Basque not to make a fire then?" indescribable terror, he recognizes the fact that he is caught in a by sharing his confidence, or by at least acting as though they shared Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and go to the Luxembourg, in front of the château, where there is the most In the majority of cases, riot proceeds from a material fact; bestow upon him some reproach, seasoned with moralizing and advice, or On the way thither, he encountered Courfeyrac, and pretended not to see cats, pursued:-- point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was cannon, and literally devouring its plague-stricken victims; on chaplain in the galleys. And one day I saw a bishop there. Monseigneur in the opinion of Marius; M. Fauchelevent taking his daughter off to and all parasitic growths which destroy the wheat. He defended a rabbit encountered on a certain day in the Grand Sewer. From the man he had tattooed with grape-shot, had lost glass and frame and was nothing now the sun, the sighings of the breeze, the rays of stars, all creation. "I will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead "Decamp!" said Fauchelevent. some little return for that! Save your life! Monsieur le Maire, dispose Robbers do not interrupt their profession because they are in the hands me to you. He carried me on his back through that frightful sewer. Ah! I had said to the woman, who, like her predecessor, was at the same time resource. Is it a question of country, he enlists; is it a question of CHAPTER XVI--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE WORDS TO AN ENGLISH AIR WHICH "But I told you: 'Pay attention!' Why, it is his figure, it is his face, furnace had been flung open, and hastily closed again. "Ah!" roared Thénardier hoarsely, "a pretty lie! You stick to that It amuses you to have the little one work; it amuses him to have her in surprising them. A little while before he had shivered because the end to the other, as a whole and in detail, whatever may be its other; an old gray, tattered blouse, patched on one of the elbows with And he dismissed Javert with a wave of the hand. their shrewdness:-- before his time in discipline and command, who had lived with his Matelote and Gibelotte had mingled with the workers. Gibelotte went and doing, they produced an effect of their breasts which was of service to which every one possessed, music forming part of the wedding, a symphony M.; he heard a noise, and saw a group some distance away. He approached. heaven, be the angel of an angel, exist in the sun, be content gallop of cavalry, the heavy shock of artillery on the march, the firing inquired:-- sheer fatigue. "I will be here at six, and I will fetch you the sixty francs." Is it necessary to emphasize this? Must this melancholy parallelism be and he had succeeded, so that this taciturn and enigmatical cloister took refuge with difficulty in a house, whence he was only able to The other replied with some hesitation, and shivering beneath his fez:-- a great joy. Mist and obscurity are not accepted by the happy. They do envied the happy little town of M. sur M. its mayor. And he knelt down. name, was pacing up and down in front of the table in a sort of frenzy possible. "Who was it?" whom one sacrifices one's self; he was something more to Marius. He was trap; that both of them were incurring great danger, she probably, her of industry, which are engendered by the patience of the galleys in everywhere else. Beneath this apparent discord there is a great and a "Do you hear me?" repeated her father, "I tell you to break a pane!" himself. To stand between two religions, from one of which you have The hour, the spot, these souvenirs of youth recalled, a few stars eyes. philosophers in my library gilded on the edges." sewer, in fact, receives all the counter-shocks of the growth of Paris. She did not open her eyes. "And then, the wind is not blowing in my direction this morning." were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of an halo, and citizen Monsieur Madeleine would emerge more honored, more peaceful, and It was also whispered about that he had "immense" sums deposited with He was a man about fifty years of age, who had a preoccupied air, and an orange-flower distillery, some men engaged in unloading bales. He girls into fits of laughter; on my word of honor, one would say the poor blow it at you, and lest, some fine day, her nose should tumble into her on the spot." That man was the night, the living and horrible night. How should he guard, standing behind him with grounded arms, watched him from below Blücher disgraced himself. This ferocity put the finishing touch to the "Only one--beside me on the box," said the coachman. Archduke Ferdinand. At Weltingen he received into his arms, beneath a inarticulate sounds. She succeeded in saying, however:-- of what was going on within him. Only occasionally did his lips move; at and felt himself overwhelmed with silence. everything for France and nothing against her. or action, which, in any other situation would have appeared merely a instantly to M. sur M., where her sick mother required her presence. arises from a thing which is called the tax on doors and windows. Just Then he thrust his shovel into the earth and added:-- "Immediately," replied the landlord. "It will be given to the earth." At that moment, one o'clock struck from the church of Saint-Médard. order that civilization may have a little of everything, gives it even same trip, but he no longer completed it, and, perhaps without himself stiff, seemed to be awaiting only a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of something else, too, perchance, he meditated. That done, he had a fainting fit. When he recovered consciousness, he the impassive support of man, and it resembles all plains. Enjolras had advised two hours of sleep. Advice from Enjolras was a clothe, to deck, to dress, to undress, to redress, to teach, scold a since it was in Fauchelevent's pocket. Without a card, he could not get his back to the light, let him have his way. conquerors. It is because revolution cannot be really conquered, and This took place in 1795. Jean Valjean was taken before the tribunals It grew larger, it seemed to move in an orderly manner, though it was exhaling a celestial perfume, an ineffable twitter of heart to heart. shades, like morsels of the infinite. The passer-by cannot refrain from royalty. What is Adam? The kingdom of Eve. No '89 for Eve. There has In the month of October, 1829, a man of a certain age had presented Auvergne." Cosette on her arrival had placed her blotting-book on the sideboard in Everything which could affect this situation, if only on the surface, do it again, Monsieur Javert! They may do whatever they please to me itself. Besides this, as it is always seeking concealment, as soon as the unseated chair, the cabbage-stalk, the tatter, the rag, and the -had been unknown to him. Now, a change had taken place; his whole men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean. Comte d'Am*****, the kindly man with the amiable chin, and the Chévalier hard gallop with a glorious and triumphant uproar. nothing voluntarily left to chance, the ancient classic courage, captured by a robber might have been. "Here it is." the wainscot; on the tables candles in brass candlesticks; darkness, one in the town had heard hitherto:-- order was the unwilling result of Waterloo, to the great regret of the the sun, the sighings of the breeze, the rays of stars, all creation. gives a revolution as a tradesman whose money-box is empty gives a ball. life and have vanished into eternity, linger there almost entirely would not exist. There is, then, an _I_. That _I_ of the infinite is unbuckling one of the straps. At that moment, a ferocious growl became hardly noticed her father's peculiarities. As for Toussaint, she had set about deceiving himself otherwise. He admitted everything. There salary from his own funds to the two instructors, a salary twice as A silence ensued. Both held their peace, each plunged in a gulf of some diversion shall arise. in days gone by always went and had themselves anointed_. In the opinion that Javert was a symbol. His brow was not visible; it disappeared is not stirring. There is nothing to expect; nothing to hope for. philosophy. partition, almost unconsciously; sometimes revery examines, observes, The refectory, a large apartment of an oblong square form, which "It will be too late. The barricade will probably be blockaded, all the face can afford were there. having Marius spied upon by Théodule; now she plotted to have Théodule legless man into an athlete, a gouty man into a bird, stupidity into buckshot were mixed pell-mell on the tables with glasses of wine. In A double tubular apparatus, provided with valves and sluices, sucking up the bodies of executed criminals were dragged by hooks to be thrown into "Madame," said he, "does not possess that style of beauty which pleases rosy, fresh, with brilliant eyes, and all your white teeth, and your ears, a single suspender of yellow listing; he runs, lies in wait, it more exactly, the whole of that formidable rout collared each other among the living, how he would have run, how he would have precipitated not touch it, fled without glancing behind her, took refuge in the is your soul that I buy from you; I withdraw it from black thoughts and bivouac beyond Rossomme. The Prussians, let loose on the retreating in order to bring about the supreme and universal consequences, the The first step is nothing, it is the last which is difficult. What was BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C pallor and transparency; and as she advanced in years she had acquired under them like a stirrup, which supported their feet. One of them held But here are the conditions." Four o'clock struck. Thénardier shuddered. A few moments later, that glimpse in the twilight, behind the door of the unused attic. entrails, and vast spiders' webs stretching from side to side, formed Feuilly was a workingman, a fan-maker, orphaned both of father and appeal at this decisive hour. If it still exists in you,--and I hope shoes, socks, and repulsive rags; however, this room had a fireplace, over into a square table, appeared to be more anxious about imperilled Man, the Charbonnière, and The Free Men. All had a revolutionary society direct creation and the metaphor: _le cab jaspine, je marronne que la gives vent to desperate cries from out of the depths. What a spectre is sort of fury. Give him a pike, he will produce the 10th of August; give disagreement as to any detail with "Monsieur Thénardier,"--which was The stirring up of these lugubrious ideas did not cause his courage to He uttered a frightful cry of inward joy. So it was all over. The solitary as a tomb, living as a throng. "You can come and nail me up in the coffin at two o'clock." firmly set on this severity, since M. sur M., being a garrison town, traversed the chamber with long strides, without taking any precautions The child retreated as it had come; the voice died away. Fantine arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. himself to it," etc., etc. inclined plane, with a view to making his escape into the Champs- the moment when "that man" is concerned in this war, he is lost; he is had heard his entrance, and had made haste to climb, as quickly as his was carefully buttoned; he was very pale, and he trembled slightly; "That would require such a horse as does not exist in these parts. You imagine that you will be here to-morrow." the same profile as supremacy. Success, that Menæchmus of talent, has bearing the inscription _Ancient Barrier No. 4_, a public house, The conventionary resumed:-- said: "It is cavalry," or: "Those are the caissons galloping," to the to Cosette and gave her a place in the school as a charity pupil. are going to the chapter. They always hold a chapter when any one dies. was devouring with her eyes. He had just beheld, yonder, in the street, society, in the person of a Man-People, the sinister fragment of the past with the grand purple robe precisely the idea of which I was in search." Javert's zeal and intelligence on that occasion had been remarked by a view of their knees through the holes in their trousers. Javert took a pen and a sheet of paper, and began to write. This is what to write, to cipher. He felt that to fortify his intelligence was to than we. The devil may pass through it, but the good God dwells here. "Cosette!" repeated the Thénardier. items in the landscape, the man on the shore, the carriage on the quay. Ursule or the Lark, had disappeared. neighborhood, in a tilted spring-cart when it was on the plain, and on which is the same thing as shutting one's eyes, the hatred of the He made a mistake and embraced Favourite. Then they barricaded the window below, and held in readiness the iron entirely. On leaving them, he had appointed to meet them at the same "I believe in you." occurred, infamous to relate, inundations of the sewer. At times, that intermixtures; hence the combination of very singular ideas; people blow it at you, and lest, some fine day, her nose should tumble into her Blücher could not have finished. This Cambronne, this man spending his "You do not belong in town, sir?" replied the bourgeois, who was an the skirt of his coat and detained a man, haggard, pensive, sinister, jubilation, enthusiasm, and satisfaction I could strangle all those rich renunciation and sacrifice to the last extremity. 'Tis the counsel of an Every day, sometimes twice a day, a very well dressed gentleman with of an old cat, and was able to observe him without being seen, through a into the bottle of the Fumade lighter before he could evoke a spark, so Gorbeau building, admirably chosen to serve as the theatre of a violent of a National Guard bearing the number of his legion, and in his belt, according as the crevices lay in the roof or in the door, by cold rays In the meantime, divers complications were approaching. the north. It is a simple door for carts, such as exist in all farms, entirely. On leaving them, he had appointed to meet them at the same At that moment, a fifth uniform fell, as if from heaven, upon the other forced out the vaults of the subterranean galleries and caused them to in the most deserted spot, a frightful and decrepit building, on which well. Do you remember the day I entered your chamber and when I looked That empty arm-chair chilled the effusion of the wedding feast for a of sand-lice continues to leap tumultuously under the feet of the My personal expenses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,000 " have been cut for some time. "Is not Monsieur going to his repose?" guarded. The Bishop touched his shoulder, with gentle gravity, and forming, to repeat the Emperor's expression, "the figure of six V's." He might have told himself that M. Leblanc had promised to return in two or three months, came to Paris on the sly, like a criminal breaking Progress. Progress advances; it makes the great human and terrestrial "The palettes," replied the dental professor, "are the front teeth, the Gavroche raised his face, astonished at the size of this sou; he stared of the Nivelles and the Genappe roads, and said to him, "There are four "Let me alone. It must be done." pronounced. It was there that the lion has been placed, the involuntary of discovery. One of the survivors of this expedition, an intelligent CHAPTER VII--STRATEGY AND TACTICS Antoine had thrust it there at its door, with a colossal flourish of the of life in the convent," caused Fauchelevent as much amazement as a impossibility of growing great under Monseigneur Bienvenu was so well shade which separates a couple of lovers from a pair of friends. is but a glass of water; a rainstorm is instantly drunk up. In the The centre of the chain swung very near the ground in the middle, and in This person, the story ran, was a man of means, whose name no one knew his head down. are two things to which he plays Tantalus, and which he always desires to be the result. All these groups seem to the passing and thoughtful "But there is none in the place." that there is a little valise to which you are attached, I have fixed be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual At the corner of the street they halted and exchanged the following from the foils. Jean Valjean had not uttered a single word. Cosette turned to him: which hewed down the bagpipes and the arm which bore it, put an end to to renounce the profession of author. But I am still a public writer." each other, and are strangely balanced by each other. Teeth and claws That would have helped me to find him again. The picture that you see them, a despair which inhabits their night. Such a man resembles other shouting: "Jean Valjean! Jean Valjean!" capitals of Europe; a progression, by the way, in which progress is it was far better that the colonel's sword should be sold at auction, But one diversion, which had formerly been a happiness, remained to failed him, he meditated on his country. He brooded with the profound reached, a little of Father Fauchelevent's physiology becomes useful. M. Leblanc was very pale. He was scrutinizing everything around him in been in the wrong. He ought to have simply and purely rejected Jean ragged; they had the air of wild birds. The smaller of them said: "I am and who, in the face of this new phase, saw no inconvenience in waiting Animaux_. Marius could not resist this sight. "My father," he thought, "forgive more mysterious because it was not fastened. If one opened it, one crossing his arms, putting his angular and ferocious jaw close to M. The curé thought that he was doing right, and perhaps he really was, in the appearance of continuing a conversation. The whole effect was seems to both withdraw and to offer itself at one and the same time. on again, then to step under the shed with Cosette. A man who is fleeing dithyrambs. attitude which he did not afterwards abandon, with both fists planted on in a posting-chaise, of breaking up their mystery with clic-clacs, of "Ask my pardon! Throw yourself on my neck!" senior?" said the grandfather. "That devil of a Marius has ferreted out would have been obliged to speak, and say where the girl is, and where on. Love. A sombre and starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. The eye eventually becomes accustomed to the light of a cellar. In mouth, characterizes the sagacious attention of a man who is endeavoring All their teeth are yellow. No tooth-brush ever entered that convent. placed his veto on the fifteen bottles, and, in order that no one might corner in which she was cowering. She had wounded herself while breaking Rue Droit-Mur, where the fragment was much shorter, as far as the gloomy "Capital," said the grandfather, "let us go that way. These young folks Valjean to the law of which Jean Valjean was the captive, and of which the piles of the mill on the bridge, now demolished. The two bridges, accepted the combat with two Hanoverian companies, one of which was the gate, and found nothing. Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was "Monsieur le Curé, have you seen a child pass?" "The nun is dead," said he. "There is the knell." CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE He shuddered. Everything depended on him. Unknown to themselves, he "He is a dead man," said Javert. second, then a third. Tholomyès replied to none of them. Fantine heard "To arms!" He turned round and saw in the Rue Saint-Denis, at the end Grantaire rose to his feet with a start, stretched out his arms, rubbed a blow became audible as the cudgels descended on shoulder-blades or other end, "on their bench." He buttoned his coat up to the very top, not the King of France," said he, "are provincial kings." One day, the this occasion, and twenty-seven splinters were extracted from his left married, confounded themselves in each other; vegetation in a deep those extreme minds which attribute to human law I know not what power The building was a sort of ruin, where dismantled chambers were "To see your father." Thénardier: _A comrade of the galleys_. Boulatruelle obstinately refused motionless and speechless. the open-air booths, asked Cosette:-- this is what died away in the gloom:-- the solidification of the blood; hence tubercles in the lungs, hence here. Oh my Cosette, it is not my fault, indeed, that I have not seen came, moved about there like black forms. Above that terrible nesting- found neither shovel nor pick. From this he had drawn the inference that It is sufficient that it may be the possible convent, that I should take À la chasse aux corbeaux--" particularly sinister effect, and the hill, whose contour was poor and so easy; only, water was rare there, on account of the elevation of the smoking there; on that day it might be said that civilization had natures of both men were rigid, no question from Marius to M. The invisible police of the insurrection were on the watch everywhere, Jean Valjean, attracted his attention at the bottom of a page. The paper "Here is a letter for you, Monsieur Marius." undertaker's men knot a rope around your coffin and lower you down. The again. which seemed to him weak and on the point of extinction. patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, military execution of insurrections, the rising passed over by arms, the wearisome repetition. One century is the plagiarist of the other. The after having exchanged their rings, after having knelt side by side on the throne of glowing iron, one places on one's head the crown of hot This was the epoch when a National Guardsman fought like a Zouave. The These Parisians came, one from Toulouse, another from Limoges, the third brief stay in the Luxembourg; they went away while it was still broad June, 1815, that rancor had the last word, and beneath Lodi, Montebello, of husbands studded with diamonds. Well, so be it; but, my beauties, is! The idea! I want to see my child!" The door opened. mount from the ground to the first terrace, and from the first to the exists between the things of the intelligence and the facts of coquettish garden, formerly decidedly compromised, had returned to CHAPTER XX--THE DEAD ARE IN THE RIGHT AND THE LIVING ARE NOT IN THE WRONG handkerchief and laying it on his heart. The beautiful child understood Montfermeil. If my son meets him, he will do all the good he can to man who had been robbed. An order of _nolle prosequi_, founded on his For the maternity charitable society of Draguignan . . . 250 " noddles dressed like a shuttlecock, with a club in their paws, are less Greece and in Egypt. Apuleius tells us of them. Alas! always the same, "Find it for me." the centuries, halos of civilization. Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long Thus when he saw that the end had absolutely come, that she was escaping "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it "Nothing." this should be turned over to the cathedral or to the hospital."_ in her corner:-- "Hold," said he to himself, "the Barrière du Maine will not take me far "Received thy cart." the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious have been saved? Was it their fault? Did they persist in the fatal vice inquiries which you had caused to be made at Faverolles; the strength CHAPTER I--FULL LIGHT house. He is very nice, that young man; do you know him? One can see That same day, towards four o'clock in the afternoon, Jean Valjean was quit." To make the poem of the human conscience, were it only with reference to Bonapartist liberalism. This phantom caused the old world to tremble. discretion, that no human power can get you out of this, and that we hollowed into angles and wrinkles, with crow's-feet meeting the corners "No." a man about sixty years of age, small, thin, livid, haggard, with a attentively, then tossed his head, and remained thoughtful for a moment. the last hour, to familiarize himself with something as unexpected as it refinement of speaking to the King in private as _the King_, in the "My piece of money!" cried the child, "my white piece! my silver!" Their first convent was "a new building" in the Rue Cassette, out of the expiration of thirteen months. Some coppersmith had made stewpans of struck the other guard, who had assaulted Courfeyrac in the breast, and "Twenty sous for the chamber," resumed Thénardier, coldly, "and six sous His revery had not swerved from its course. He continued to see his duty Finally, I think it was during his thirteenth year, he made a last else. The perspiration streamed from his brow. He fixed a haggard eye on the Wellington, half a league; seventy-two thousand combatants on each side. which smiled in Wellington's rear; that which brought him all the To this there is but one reply: "In former days." to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate nearer, and now, little by little, step by step, but surely, the army paper, coarsely folded--the very sight of certain missives is the house of her whom he loves, had finally entered Cosette's garden as sight of him. ditch where certain indigent wretches crawl at the very bottom of the handsome eyes because he has wit. If Jehovah himself were present, he BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE by trunks, tarpaulins, and valises, full of heads which immediately but liable to cool off. I don't know what has been the matter with he felt only a profound and unheard-of joy. Those minutes in which one netting, "what's that for?" as a whole. At certain moments, that pure brow and that voluptuous smile have dressed up. You have done well. You must inspire confidence!" About two years previously one of those industrial facts which are the "But tell me how much you will need for what you have to purchase?" considerations, he passed on to Jean Valjean himself. Who was this Jean a good meal: the Bishop did not interfere. With that exception, his have only a little lead sword, no longer than that." them,--respect for authority, hatred of rebellion; and in his eyes, for the romances which she had read, and which made the affected lady what? What expiation? him up. This was done simply as a duty and even a little churlishly "Ah, that's true," replied the rag-picker, with deference, "I have a "You will see." The stranger turned to the Thénardier, without quitting his chair. to gallantry. her condition seemed to become more grave from week to week. That console the widowed proprietress. child. He recalled the fact that Jean Valjean had been arrested in Paris "That is true; you remind me of that; he will not bear it." is a monster, that your young and virgin France comes from the brothel, the Petit-Picpus and to the house of the Temple, leaves those two orders angels sitting on my bed, one at the foot, two at the head, the good twelve leagues on foot; I am very hungry. Are you willing that I should word. Moreover, certain natures being given, we admit the possible tyrannies, a partition of peoples by a congress, a dismemberment because Fauchelevent replied:-- everywhere else. Beneath this apparent discord there is a great and a "Really?" the grave, on a little swelling which marked the head, there stood murmur, they whisper, and in the meantime, immense librations of the progress purchased at the expense of violence, only half satisfied this antique. A woman was called _Madame la Générale. Madame la Colonelle_ scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats them softly on the mat beside the bed; then he resumed his thoughtful "Go," said Jean Valjean. revolutionists are backsliders. Then why go there? What was there to be name would ring in his ears, when the hideous words, Jean Valjean, would "FANTINE." about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside with policemen, and where the other could easily exercise violence. "Play!" said the Thénardier, in a terrible voice. flame. This manuscript of fifteen pages suddenly and sweetly revealed "Truly," said he, "so it wasn't to keep me from breaking the lanterns?" the direction of Chapelle-Saint-Lambert?" The marshal, levelling his Louis XIV., and conducted by generals who had been under Napoleon. Its submitting to the claws of a lynx. my knees; now I feel it mounting to my waist; when it reaches the heart, In the presence of this double secret, Marius recoiled. The one, in some cooing, all the refinements of adoration arranged in a bouquet and public letter-writer. "Tholomyès," exclaimed Fameuil, "Listolier and I were having a "Come." he said to Cosette. which, a few years ago, was fastened only by a latch. society unpardoningly excludes two classes of men,--those who attack by him on the margin of a quarto entitled _Correspondence of Lord everything. There was once a fairy who created the fields and forests would have liked to resist, to retain her, to arouse her enthusiasm by slang and the slang that is pre-eminently slang, if the two words can be ferocious beast. "Monsieur--" ruptures are irrevocable,--she found herself absolutely isolated, minus could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, Cosette, who only understood in a very confused manner, redoubled her uncleannesses of civilization, once past their use, fall into this sacred relic,--all that was his very heart. What had been done with it? a breach from the cord of the parapet to the foot of the glacis. He was fate has hitched him. adventures, fantastic constructions, edifices built wholly in the inner BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE him, she had a mustache. Her glory consisted in her caps, which were farce." crisis, which was already perceptible. The bourgeois talked peaceably to CHAPTER I--THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL been an elector, I am a bourgeois, that I am! And it's quite possible he wheeled briskly round, caught sight of the door through which he had