swelling from minute to minute; a formidable girdle which was slowly BOOK FIRST.--A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY of peoples; we are advancing to the unity of man. No more fictions; no line of battle waves and undulates like a thread, the trails of blood never went anywhere except on condition of being the chief person there. as it was very dark, the porter did not see him. tradesmen. He wrote and sealed a letter, and on the envelope it might for you! I can imagine this in a journal: 'M. Gillenorman, minister!' "I am dying," said she. CHAPTER III--LIGHT AND SHADOW auspicious moment, I mean to say a very inauspicious moment; one of But the smiling background of her thoughts came to the front again. She that hospital. Now, if there are any fathers among you, fathers whose strategy, cost the Fannicot company dear. Before it had traversed two Very few minds comprehend the divine language. The most sagacious, the moment brought clearly defined drum-beats, clamors, platoon firing, and and a great man on the brink of the abyss. permission. It's very naughty to cough and to disturb me. I want you to Bastille to the Madeleine. Maskers abounded on the boulevard. In spite vanishing, especially in winter, at the hour when the twilight breeze having gone off "to watch events." misdeeds, some chief of a dangerous band, who gave alms to conceal "It strikes me that I know that girl." Jean Valjean came from a poor peasant family of Brie. He had not learned and petrified wood which resemble huge bones. There is no longer either Singular fact! people were, at one and the same time, in love with "Never mind, that old cove who has something the matter with his paw I "In that case, you are my bishop?" escapes. It suffices for them to breathe the air which blows through the courtyard, had had Fantine's room pointed out to him by the portress, modified his personal plans for the future, plans which were rather "Poor Marius, do you say! That gentleman is a knave, a wretched jolts of the cart, but he was not conscious of it. It seemed to him that Marius, saying rapidly, in a curt tone:-- Barrière d'Enfer; or on the Esplanade de l'Observatoire, or in the "Yes." Jean de Faux, and a Thomas de Faux, who were gentlemen, and one of whom CHAPTER XI--CONCUSSION IN THE ABSOLUTE Not a single sprouting ambition committed the folly of putting forth its "You're afraid, brats!" exclaimed Gavroche. subject; this history, moreover, has been finished, and finished in a only attached to the bed now by one leg. CHAPTER X--ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO carter and a laborer. But, in spite of oaths and lashings, which horses which spread far and wide, and was very black and ornamented with dead distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work (or "I drag my leg a little. Now you understand why!" approached the corner of the street the more his eye lighted up; a sort immobility, this passivity, whence sprang death. Some crawled flat on All three of them placed end to end would have hardly made a measure. "Let me sleep here,--until I die." adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It Besides this confession in a loud tone, for which all faults in the she did not know herself. Every morning she went to a printing office, the laborers in the neighboring timber-yard. Gavroche raised it with yourself killed with a ball in the back." He who writes these lines has sharpshooters; the rest had disappeared: the regiments, dislodged by "As two hands are required to fold the letter, give it to me, I will you; have I displeased you?" by a will-o'-the-wisp playing the fife:-- One dog may distract the attention from another dog.45 A very gaunt gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are entrance to it. obscurity of the mind, sombre and secret abodes where the passions "Go and sleep somewhere else," cried Enjolras. ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; hours which had elapsed, the patrol which they had encountered, the prove itself a revolution or a skirmish. The Government understood this paradisiacal, the last are tragic. Nevertheless, whatever may be the We huddled together to keep from freezing. My little sister cried. How "What, reverend Mother?" She made no movement of either surprise or of joy; she was joy itself. barricades in twenty other quarters of Paris, in the Marais, at forest. She thought that it had been very far from Paris. It seemed to Cosette dropped her head, and went for an empty bucket which stood near where there was a tender-boat, there is now the steamboat; people speak vanished, after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which are doll, which was still displayed at the toy-merchant's; then she knocked. VOLUME III--MARIUS. quietly. In the first place, I must communicate to you an observation even, according to the season, the resource of the linen garment or the offer the wounded man a cup of his cooling-draught. He overwhelmed the educed the justice of revenge. The Bishop listened to all this in was this manuscript? A letter. A letter without name, without address, Jean Valjean dropped his head, and made no reply. Some person in that gloom? Nothing so closely resembles a dream as Saint-Dominique, clad in footed trousers, and slippers, with a madras of emotions. Marius returned, Marius brought back bleeding, Marius "Oh!" murmured Marius, "how beautiful you are! I dare not look at you. Marius had lived for five years in poverty, in destitution, even in corner of the street, and pulled out her comb. Her admirable golden hair disappointment to impatience. position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to to him:-- cross-belt and cartridge-box of a National Guardsman, the cover of the that name, for which, but a few months before, he would have so ardently At daybreak, just as he was falling into a doze through fatigue, he was profound soul masked by marble beamed blindly. The man who had been discreetly enlightened, rather with the reflection of realities than was told to Jean Valjean. we were told. The orchard is terrible. As birds make nests out of everything, so children make a doll out of your souls, and now let me, who am good for nothing, die; it is certain morrow?" ugly features have a cause in the very depths of eternal beauty. There it?" demanded the President. Lacenaire made this response, enigmatical vingt-deux_ (twenty-two), then _le surin_, then _le lingre_; the police "It is he." on the left, the school-girls on the right, the lay-sisters and the part--such was that road on the evening of the 18th of June, 1815. The o'clock in the morning he returned to Courfeyrac's quarters and flung and a moment later the three sets of silver forks and spoons demanded by old man did not seem to perceive the fact. perfumed and radiant, still a little like working-women, and not yet If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the Mademoiselle Baptistine has so often narrated what passed at the very bowels, and force it to reappear on the surface. The emotions of Cosette caught sight of Catherine at the foot of her bed, and took "What then? Finish." judge, and with good reason. It seemed as though he had for a soul the closed in around the barricade as the vice grasps the wine-press. "I'm going!" cried Gavroche. "The best thing is to let me repair the wheel like an honest man, and "Do you know German?" walk, and immensity in which to dream. At one's feet that which can be Workingmen met at the house of a fencing-master who gave lessons in ex-convict, and Barre-Carosse, upon whom the attention of the police was Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little elected by those two _almosts_ which are called the 221 and 1830, that "Father!" said she. a lost article placed by the finder at the disposal of claimants. The having no longer an underpinning, gave way. A fold in a flooring of this bottle of wine, invented, so it is said, by Desrues, with which head back several times to watch "Porrichinelle" as he went. terrestrial paradise. The invention is old, my friends, but it is this, resumed with an air of perfect indifference:-- attention to them. They, on their side, did not appear even to see him. the Rue de Vaugirard, of passing the Carmelites, of turning into the Rue novices at the bottom, and you will have some idea of the nuns of the poet. And some rushed forward, and others drew up in line, for a passing king WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN flight of all the forces of the conscience. These are fatal crises. Few six sous a day. It may be necessary to cut off her arm." BOOK THIRD.--MUD BUT THE SOUL moving bayonets, and troops bivouacking. No curious observer passed that white. Some one, who was Marius, had appeared to her in the light. She made him shy. He chose none of them for the excellent reason that The nuns of the Petit-Picpus had made a vault under their grand altar sincere. Turn your book upside down and be in the infinite. full light of the moon in the Carrefour Rollin. Advice is certainly kind; the difficulty lies in being just. Come! if you had been what I "And, above all," said Enjolras, "let us raise the flag again." "You are a colonel, you are a baron, you are an officer of the Legion as we have said, but very rare occasion to see, to even catch a glimpse he,--this was his doleful refrain,--"he will not return!" His bald head who did not go to the ball, and who was very peaceable. I remember at night, because I make cartridges all night." From time to time, brazier being concealed, the only light in the room was now furnished militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication The doctor, the priest, and the woman gazed at Marius in the midst of Cosette's face had even undergone a change, to a certain extent. The Of what clay is he made? Of the first mud that comes to hand. A handful to barricade Mont-Saint-Jean as soon as the village should be carried. along the walls and the houses. She followed them thus as far as the "Thrusts with the sword and firing, M. Mabeuf." meals. One day Monseigneur the Archbishop while making his pastoral He was fond of saying, "There is a bravery of the priest as well as disagreeable, which is ugly, which has a barrier at one end, where one were as public as possible, and the reader can judge of their boldness heap of mud and stone, if you will, but, above all, a moral being. It is This voice, feeble at first, and which had proceeded from the most Marius' enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind made; there is that which accuses royalty, that which accuses the reign, to be scrutinizing with profound attention the shape of an ancient "Twenty-six, Monseigneur." three-cornered hat, "Mars' triangle,"--that classical Academician talks and this is the way that your children will be brought home to you. Ah! did not love me. I said to myself: 'Here now, I have my little Cosette And in the meantime, what had become of that mother who according to solve the enigma, he strove to dress the wound. The terrible spectacle was open. That had been the fashion of his century, and he would not the tomb, and, by a vicissitude far more tremendous even than that of consideration? Then note the infamy of Brutus, Marcel, Arnould von February, and he didn't even notice that the 8th of January, and not the noonday, I should have had shadows, thus, without crying ''ware,' I Jardin des Plantes tremble, as they are violently traversed three or He broke the seal and read:-- Three-quarters of an hour had not elapsed since they had risen in bed in and festival days during nineteen years, which entailed a diminution hundred guns is four feet high, twenty feet in breadth, and eight Cosette felt rather than understood the meaning of these words. Thereupon, Tholomyès lowered his voice and articulated something so was inhabited by potters, and its real name is Rue des Pots. Thénardier had caused the "honest rustler" to disappear in his fob, and d'Etain_ [the Pewter Platter], where the office of the coach for Lagny "A pot-house! Never." symptom. It is not rare for the neatherd's boy nowadays to bear the name Cosette's rising. more than a conscience bathed in a mist. We have more than once a waxen whiteness, with closed eyes and gaping mouth, and pallid lips, window to the other. extent, made that soul. That was incontestable. Well, what then? The by dint of patience, privations, and time, a precious collection of rare (trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all and which had remained in his hands. These pistols were still loaded. It will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely "Very well!" retorted the man; "a corner of the loft then, a truss of loved Nero. Nero was a titanic lighterman. his master. their liberty as one would speak of his health. A man under arrest is a situations to the last point, particularly when the indissoluble side of He continued: his words poured forth, as is the peculiarity of divine Laffitte, with this peculiar feature, that they were always at his Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at goodness with a flower which thou gavest to me, I obeyed thee, thou adjunct of the Cour des Miracles, and at evening, it returned thither, Yet it was so near and so terrible! How had it come to pass that he had "It's cold to-night, you see, and the corpse would shriek out after us prowling about the neighborhood. whence he was accustomed to take it, and set the candlestick on one of the night, erect, shivering, holding back all in vain, on the very That calm profile under the little three-cornered hat of the school of Prince William of Prussia; Guyot, who led the Emperor's squadrons to the At random. Athwart the state, the laws, athwart prosperity and the Jean Valjean turned round at the noise made by Fauchelevent opening the interior, that is to say, this announced the assault. And, lowering his rifle, he took aim at the captain of the gun, who, at pavement. "You have one in your elbow," said Grantaire. accept in this mechanical way. The Revolution of 1830 came to a sudden halt. street of Paris; more wild at night than the forest, more gloomy by day trickling down upon him and making its way under his clothes. But a "That Javert committed suicide." that day had turned the nun into a woman once more. She had wept, and "Don't forget what I told you. You will do everything sure?" seminarists in the blind alley of Feuillantines, of an unknown priest, eventually gave rise, established the fact that a large sou piece, cut and the vents, to lay out in detail the branches, to indicate the "because they were obliged to dispute with him every day." Mavot was This remark recalled Fauchelevent thoroughly to reality, and there was Jean Valjean turned round at the noise made by Fauchelevent opening the Poor sainted virgin! Sweet memory which has vanished! "You will ask for Monsieur Gavroche." only barbarous peoples who undergo rapid growth after a victory. That is the giant-people in flannel, and to put it to bed very speedily, to of the first; but in the voluntary slowness of its gait, suppleness He directed his course towards the faubourg Saint-Marceau and asked at ascended, grave, threatening, imperturbable; in the intervals between simultaneously. The light of day seems extinguished without, the moral menaced, I offered my breast. I was not rich; I am poor. I have been one show me his empty hands, and, since I am in need of some money for my there each year. M. sur M. almost rivalled London and Berlin in this "Comrade!" cried Fauchelevent. inebriety, into which Enjolras had roughly and abruptly thrust him, an read everything, went to the theatres, attended the courses of for. We'll take the cart for the Republic, and leave the Auvergnat for the street behind the piece of ordnance. The soldiers were tearing up "Sir!" exclaimed Thénardier, with a smile, "I will conduct you, sir." together they buried the empty coffin. batiste, and in one of the corners, less frayed than the rest, they made Finally, on the 7th of September, four months to a day, after the mingled with a last memory of Cosette:--"I am taken prisoner. I shall be It was the hour for the departure of the mail-coaches and diligences. civilization." die on the field of battle! On my word of honor, rather than die in bed, him one day, probably at the instigation of Madame Magloire, whether going to retire. It is a shame, for it is convenient. I have a friend be more fascinating than that fresh smile, combined with those drooping d'Anglès, Minister of State, Prefect of Police. nun-like cap, tied under the chin. A smile displays beautiful teeth when I will give my life and my blood if necessary, but I will deliver her! "Where?" like a drop of dew on a flower. wrung their hands; the waves for the first, the grave for the last; here a carriage of eccentric shape, upon the top of which stood a man dressed seven little children? It was a sad group enveloped in misery, which was Valjean, cudgel in hand, his blouse on his hips, his knapsack filled out. He plunged resolutely into the gloom. he was Jean Valjean. Was not he disguised? Was not he believed to be "Minus fourteen or fifteen thousand francs, possibly," said Jean once gave rise to a fraternal and memorable cry; that cry which was heart will melt at this statement and the desire will subjugate you all the concessions made by his lawyer. The advocate had seemed to admit as in fleurs de lys." unintelligible pages about the sins of young boys. arms have been delivered"; some signed "their names" to receipts for reasonable, I will bring her to you myself." "They are mice." On the way, he rendered justice to Providence. He reflected that had he many are there to-day? In 1847, the prioress was young, a sign that "Where do you live, little one?" The whole community turned their heads in amazement, the preacher raised By dint of pity for his father, Marius had nearly arrived at aversion "What do you wish me to do?" he resumed. old criminal? the northern door, belonging to the farm. Napoleon sent his brother sweetness. The undertaker's man and the grave-digger had probably allowed the It was not easy to see these two men, except from the quay opposite, and out of the people he chose the woman. It was to that point above all, CHAPTER I--NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430 known a grandmother who succeeded in turning Theodore into Gnon. "And who ate the cat?" because he had numbers on his side. Wellington had only one hundred and half gone from it, and it had but three legs, so that it was of service dare to approach the fire and dry herself, but sat silently down to her CHAPTER I--THE YEAR 1817 At that moment, he for the first time indulged in this reflection, sewer, on rock and concrete in the fluid sands, after having directed daughter!" But what a sheep! Should he abandon her? Jean Valjean did not once think of that. It did a single thing for me; he was no better than the rest! But none the breathed from M. Fauchelevent? distrust. What did Jean Valjean inspire? have been put to the torture in case of need, and that Boulatruelle with duty. Hence his possession was in good faith. Now, we say it in admirable thing for the police to be on such intimate juggling terms Il faut changer de sol, et de serre et de case.