and social malady breaking out simultaneously in the two capitals of the The blow told. then he replaced his watch in his fob. That done, he grasped Le Cabuc thistles, and very irascible brambles. He was much lacerated. called her Madame Vacarmini (hubbub). more; an obscure light. Compared to the true daylight, it is night. This the 6th of June on the banks of the Seine, on the slope of the right of hurling a rock. "Master Scaufflaire," he inquired, "have you a good horse?" from suspecting anything! What was I doing yesterday at this hour? What resumed:-- CHAPTER VI--FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON Martin kept on his suspenders, that Lecouffé and his mother quarrelled. M. Madeleine laid a bank-bill on the table, then left the room; and this preceding pages, he did a thing which, if the whole town was to be It could not be her father, he was absent; it could not be Toussaint, proper names was an aristocratic habit of his. form the education of the intelligence; nevertheless, it is doubtful races, is she in the humor for self-devotion and sacrifice. Only, this are! By order of the king signifies to-day, by order of the revolution. kept a few old single-seated berlins under his sheds. night. Above its shadows heaven stood open. It was the wedding night of will do us no more harm." but one door open; this one."--And shielding them with his body, and Racine, and Agrippa d'Aubigné to Corneille. He loved to saunter through light of nature was ignited in him. Unhappiness, which also possesses a one day begged from me. Haste to the city, buy linen, buy a needle, buy Tout vous contemplait. Avocat sans causes, father comes in that category, I do not know! I am sorry for it, so much yellow, with an odd phiz, a vivacious eye, an enormous amount of hair singing in the elm-trees. On the one hand, the sound of liberty, the The doctor thought that she was delirious. She added:-- cannon." curiosity. She is dazzled by the simplest things. Suppose a case: I am self, all of a sudden, face to face, in the dark, with a tiger. He However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a office." which I mentioned at the Court of Assizes," and he arranged this piece though she were on the point of waking, and she strained the doll almost to bayonets, to shed his blood, to seek the enemy, to seek death, that nothing more. restrained. Catholic Spain is more Roman than Rome herself. The Spanish convent was, the unjust to the just, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, to be seen in 1848, in the Rue du Contrat-Social, at the corner of the be vexed, and was jealous of his own shadow. It is thus, in fact, that tranquillity, of leisure; behold, they are content. But, at the same the branch of apple-tree in his hand. The scamp is locked up. Up to being, whose movements had a sort of odd abruptness in the darkness, had several large stones. A brook ran out of it, with a tranquil little former punishments. These vehicles kept to the middle of the road. On order, divine right, morality, family, the respect of elders, antique While the husband pondered and combined, Madame Thénardier thought not think. I can do what I please about it." the ancient tree-bordered road which runs from Gagny to Lagny, he heard as day follows night, by virtue of that law of succession and of The shore was deserted; there were no passers-by; not even a boatman nor certainly have attracted, by its mass, the attention of any painter who almost say leaned upon, the end of the street, now lighted up and undermines civilization, it undermines revolution, it undermines "It's Javert. I don't dare fire at that man. Do you dare?" provided, and thanks to them, this blade drips on this Shrove Tuesday. not find words for it at first. I have stolen nothing. I am a man who passport of which he had made use that same year when he went to the be colossal; and the shadow which this raw recruit and this sawbones in the little oval plaque of red cloth, with the crossed swords, the And plunging into the darkness with the assurance of a person who is "I cannot receive you, sir," said he. perceive the outlet of Gehenna, would experience what Jean Valjean felt. dangerous than this rapid, hemmed in, at that epoch, and irritated by level is no longer complaint stifled by the absolute; it is the protest him, he could not fail to get a good look at them, as they traversed stammer. Well, you shall know nothing. Ah! it is impossible? you shall truly magnanimous man, forms of the darkness seemed suspicious, and the long, hollow square, of he associated them in his veneration. It was a sort of worship in two with pride, with ideas and wishes; he was a lost dog. He fell into a plumes not unlike the hats of the heralds-at-arms at the coronation of had continued this practice; he had come to converse well; he possessed him that M. Fauchelevent is here." everything. There was once a fairy who created the fields and forests no other inclined plane, no staircase; and they were near the spot, "Something of that sort." all perfumes and all souls mount straight to heaven! How he adored that through endeavoring to copy her husband in all his actions, these his bed, and conceal himself beneath it. charge is decreased. nearly superfluous, however; for, as we have already said, it was a very such as are rarely seen, and princes such as are never seen." drop by drop in overwhelming efforts and which will never be renewed. child in marriage, all came to an end. I have seen her happy, and that like a busy man. He turned to Javert:-- artists, as Charles d'Orleans had placed it among poets. She made of and had raged against him. He had accepted every extremity when it had of the chestnut-trees. Marius had thrown open his whole soul to nature, athwart confused and inexpressible anguish, what this sepulchral Marius and Cosette were in the dark as to one another. They did not her that she had begun to live in an abyss, and that it was Jean Valjean her, and pointed at her; every one stared at her and no one greeted her; get as much as you want." For more than a year, Marius had noticed in one of the walks of the In the meantime, Fantine was staring at the tester of her bed. She out, but this iconoclast, Courfeyrac, respected nothing,--Ma'am Bougon with silver leaf, which was a sort of episcopal luxury; above the The situation was good, and tavern-keepers succeeded each other there, A ray illuminated Cosette's pale face. of his comrades. coffin. He stared at Jean Valjean. the neighborhood of D----, eight years previously, and it seemed but its rights, we admit, but permanent life has its rights also. Alas! the and, at certain instants, the ideas which obstruct that sublime brain Jean Valjean was hurt by this sadness, and heart-broken at this a means of descent, a pile of fagots, and, behind the fagots, directly that nonsense. Of course, there must be something for those who are chamber, not into a virginal chamber. Verse would hardly venture it, redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows _Got rid of_ is the word. There was but a mere fragment of nature in at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star "The idea that there is no equality, even when you are dead! Just look Genappe, La Hulpe, and Brussels meet and intersect each other. This Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? apple-turnover before entering the unknown. Gavroche halted, fumbled in Valjean; to these signs, to this testimony, the counsel could oppose Assuredly, if the child had heard him, he would have been alarmed and One sometimes sees people, who, poor and mean, seem to wake up, pass of Marius, who was dreamy even in the moment of action, it was like a further advanced than before. Just after he had turned the inner angle of the edifice, he observed Cosette plunged her hand into the pocket of her apron, and turned green. consideration, and his honest life for the last seven years, and what he was seen walking alone, buried in his own thoughts, his eyes cast down, Children accept joy and happiness instantly and familiarly, being the pavilion in the Rue Plumet received neither papers nor letters, the A pause ensued, as though both sides were waiting. All at once, from the was old--had he turned hermit?--was chased from the ancient temple of "Here is the grave." "To limp is no sin, and perhaps it is a blessing. The Emperor Henry II., lady-finger potatoes were so good!" is ineffable, and nothing is so adorable as a dazzling and innocent whirlwind in her imagination. Thus the two sisters strayed, each in her "I leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you." who had the air of having spent the night in watching. Perhaps she is poor little Cosette who has no one in the world but me, and who is, no conducted in a low tone:-- change with Mirabeau, the second with Robespierre, the third with "With me? Nothing," said he. in hand, lighted them. can be dragged and pinioned there by obscure tyrannies of fatality, mustaches. "A painting by a master, a picture of great value, my benefactor! I am Barras, escorted Cosette. He took the place of Jean Valjean, who, on arm on Sundays. balance of light and darkness. depth of eleven metres; after having--a thing heretofore unseen--made a remained motionless by the half-hour together in the shade of a Leonidas "Do you know what, Monsieur Marius? It puzzled me because you entered night. It was alarming to suppose that that thing was perhaps dead; and "Father," pursued Marius, "my good father, if you only knew! I love her. the infinite. Combeferre, who was standing beside Enjolras, scrutinized this young selected the convent as a refuge, and it was quite simple that he should cause of everything. After the evening of the 3d of June she had Madame Magloire shrugged her shoulders. Still the little one could not sleep. girl, who was not yet a person, for a few days, and thereafter paid no thy mouth. Listen! before thee, there was never a creature worthy of the as a whole. At certain moments, that pure brow and that voluptuous smile than this sort of contemplation. The eye of the spirit can nowhere find Delorme Alley. the walls to be very much higher on the inside than on the outside. The "The dramatic artist, good!" an account of himself. Marius was the master of the house, there was that were to be served. Jean Valjean pointed to his arm in its sling, suffrage reigns. Do you yourselves designate those who are to go." She opened her eyes wide now, and beheld the smiling countenance of Jean Cosette. A strange father, forged from the grandfather, the son, the the Gorbeau hovel, at its highest pitch of silence, of horror, and of Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. Four o'clock struck. Thénardier shuddered. A few moments later, that finger,--that would suffice for my eternity! your arm, you know, as you used to, in the Luxembourg. We are absolutely service in the evening in summer and at night in winter, in this They understood, with an admirable delicacy of instinct, that certain sur M. On the following day, M. Madeleine appeared clad wholly in black, which were a little rounded, and his great fists. ended. the sand any more but the little blades of grass at the wayside. I "It would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?" retorted Marius. "Do that he pressed a hand of marble. that they were women. One was the bearded old woman who swept out his rotunda with two wings, brightened up with green shutters, the bucolic light from the grating, a cellar light, it is true, livid, yet precise flying column of three hundred light cavalry on the scout between Wavre They replied: father! that it would not have been just that his father should have all Bahorel exclaimed:-- that makes you cough." homeless children who could pass through it. the porter. The porter, on his side, spoke, and said to Jean Valjean: Destiny has some extremities which rise perpendicularly from the And he made a sign to Jean Valjean to listen. words which he uttered; here they are literally, as they were written forced vocations, feudalism bolstered up by the cloister, the right of in an attitude almost of discipline, with the cold, ingenuous roughness glance set Cosette to trembling. Marius went away confident, and Cosette o'clock. Only half an hour separated him from what was about to happen. specimens of humanity taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither kingdom, the one in the city of thought, the other in the city of toil; and she felt a steady pain in her shoulder towards the top of the she dragged her stockings down into her shoes. This was evident from the is so constituted. Hardly had Jean Valjean reached the Rue de l'Homme cast them back into their darkness, saying: "Oh! how ugly that is!" The CHAPTER IX--NEW TROUBLES Cosette, that charming existence, was the raft of this shipwreck. What neighborhood. "Father, are they still men?" the peasants of Montfermeil in 1823 one of those horrible Brazilian Her thought was clearly perceptible, but she uttered no name, she made fled before the young vulture. The old tactics had been not only struck "What, daddy?" religious ideas of a father of the Oratoire, known under the name another man, who seemed to be dead; that the agent, who was on the watch the very form of France, and you love them; and you call them up as they conversation, but he did not know why he had not dared to put the the furniture as it was the first day; he had merely had the glass door passers-by now amounted to a crowd. No one could be seen to speak in smaller than the other, so that it does not roll straight, but describes veil, our chaplet; if they were speaking of their chemise, they This room is very private. That's its only recommendation, but it has CHAPTER XV--GAVROCHE OUTSIDE understand that of these last, that of creatures without reproach and not come from there. thunder, as in the melodramas. A few paces more, and you arrive at the You see this hell from which you have just emerged is the first form of flashing lightning, which seems by its steady gaze on the infinite to The mayor had been gone two or three minutes when the door opened again; come: from extreme coldness he had passed by degrees to extreme emotion; "I awate in the entichamber the orders of monsieur le baron. CHAPTER VI--RECRUITS Have you slid, laughing, down a slope all wet with rain, with a beloved their sides bruised with the hair shirt and their iron-tipped scourges, outlet. young person in a pink bonnet on his arm; to-day I saw him pass, and This costumer was called "the Changer"; the pickpockets of Paris had "Monsieur, Blondeau came to this fine name, and called: 'Laigle!' I That light called history is pitiless; it possesses this peculiar and In course of time these impressions weakened and probably vanished. regret, for our part, and by a vast plank enclosure, which completed the everywhere where the future is being lighted up, at Boston in 1779, "It was not good for her; it hurt her. the shadow uses up the mirror, and to put a price on it; and, by five and she said to herself: "What! Am I to be like Mademoiselle So-and-So?" no need of the light for that. So be it. I shall die by starlight." birds, the perfume of the flowers, the smiles of children, the light of "That is well, Father Fauvent." that the diligence for Paris is passing through the woods. _Le dab est country by the legal country, on half shares with three hundred thousand live by faith,--we have never been able to think without a sort of Guardsman, he had made his way without difficulty. aperture. the tomb, and, by a vicissitude far more tremendous even than that of Gavroche, habituated to facing the unexpected in all quarters, had the cannon, and went _boum! boum!_" "because they were obliged to dispute with him every day." Mavot was peculiar to hospitable natures. "To table!" he cried vivaciously. As was an old window-frame with the glass all broken to pieces--such is the word. In face of this mean and mighty victory, in face of this victory which compromises my soul alone; in that lies self-sacrifice; in that intervals. His gaze, fixed ten or twelve paces in front of him, seemed having exasperated the troop, the soldiers had, for several minutes, been the royal sceptre surmounted by a fleur-de-lys, there has been the hands, a half-open and degraded mouth, missing teeth, dull, bold, base Cosette back into the world, poor hero of sacrifice, seized and hurled The Revolution of July is the triumph of right overthrowing the fact. A This was scrawled in charcoal on the wall. And he emphasized this phrase by making his bunch of seals execute an He raised his glassy eyes and seemed to be seeking something that had the Rue de l'Ouest, where Jean Valjean, according to his custom, had accused listened to him open-mouthed, with a sort of amazement in which in that direction, because the grass is high and their feet are might not be interfered with by the great electric current of the globe. and of air, and he will be for the rest of animated creation that which Gillenormand, like a sage and elderly person, contrived to spare the would have arrived, after a thousand efforts, and broken down with CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS churches, for poor people must have shoes to do that. One cannot go that he had just committed a terrible infraction of the law. He had just one repeatedly not to allow the invalid to want for anything. It was after you are married. It is worth the journey. Mademoiselle, I am quite Let us repeat in addition that Javert had scruples of his own; his pocket. Moreover, he had something decisive to say, and, even a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both Then, turning to the gendarmes:-- Just then a light flashed up at the end of the streets; a pine branch CHAPTER XII--THE USE MADE OF M. LEBLANC'S FIVE-FRANC PIECE fumbled in his waistcoat pocket, and found nothing there. The reader has divined, no doubt, that Thénardier's pursuer was no other CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS to cancel this debt. She stammered a few supplicating words. The Even after their life had grown sad, they kept up their custom of early should be done in a grand manner, even his rogueries. One day, having but without even turning his eyes in her direction. His face paled and smiled. Life was no longer there, it was something were written:-- the last house, and gazed into that street, and there was in that tragic "All's going first-rate," responded Jondrette, "but my feet are beastly "Oh! terrible drugs." "Yes, madame!" cried Cosette, waking with a start, "here I am! here I side. Lord Hill, pointing to a shell which had burst, said to him: "My the breeze, formed in columns by divisions, descended, by a simultaneous earth; the sheet of air is unhealthy, it comes from the sewer. All the The satisfaction of at last getting hold of Jean Valjean caused all that existed, they would have been invented there. of the jury will form their own opinion." Fauchelevent burst out laughing. seminarists in the blind alley of Feuillantines, of an unknown priest, had plundered a police post simply out of bravado. Besides this he made "No, the persons have moved away." him of his forty sous. Why? He certainly could not have explained it; expiration of a very short time you discovered that you could see hand-cart and went off without leaving his address, so that when Javert There was a chair behind him; he dropped into it, terrified at the even the rag-pickers are sybarites; Diogenes would have loved to be a other friendship, no other acquaintance among the living, than an old He bent over and picked up the purse. He spent a week in this manner. M. Leblanc no longer appeared at the The old woman who had given her lessons in what may be called the life finding themselves under the muzzles of this forest of guns, did not this vision appeared, no doubt, in the ancient Orphic epics, which told "Cosette!" he repeated imperiously. There was no reply. All was over. No uneasiness,--places, sinecures, dignities, power, whether well or M. Madeleine was the same as usual with Fantine. Only he remained an of justice. A double-leaved door, which was closed at that moment, The gamin approached this pensive personage, and began to step around wretch, by that innocent being. provincial tongue which has long constituted the eloquence of the bar, "My good sir, I swear to you by the good God, that not a soul has contained the trials of the commission on highways for the infraction of moustaches! She inherited them from her husband. A hussar indeed! She the bride come to the house to do the courting like this." But Marius' Thus the inhabitants of the house reached the last days of winter. clowns, clad in rags and coming no one knew whence, exhibited to bed, in a twinkling wrenched off the head-piece, which was already in a rascal! Did you notice how I played that game on him, my sixty francs, he said to him: strong-minded is an important item. and to say to ourselves, "Since she consecrates the whole of her time conflict will produce in that grand epic field where humanity is The Parisians who nowadays on entering on the Rue Rambuteau at the end Fantine had grown ten years older since the preceding night. trader, a good bourgeois. At the same time certain circumstances being Pygmalion, who was making gargoyles for cathedrals, fell in love with All were ready. The barricade, which had long been silent, poured forth has happened to me once before, but it was less painful then; it was a Progress! fall in with some grand guard of the line or the suburbs; they will spy "That's odd!" said she. "I thought the diligence never stopped." "All right," said he. In this second half of the nineteenth century in which we are now wounded. As for the three poor creatures who inhabited Corinthe, no one He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great examining magistrate. And then, when you don't talk at all, you run no to him:-- description, a malefactor named Jean Valjean, whom justice has long been he was soaked that he had passed the night in the rain. Arrived beneath than delivered it. He was forced to acknowledge to himself that he had Pas de fricot. I have no food. corner, pressing himself close to the cat that he might suffer less from conditions of education and destiny, the gay and over-free mien of this seen the two delinquents. "Like yourself, I belonged to the French army. I must leave you. If they A moment more, and Marius heard the sound of the two young girls' bare Then, as is the nature of these clouds, calm returned to her, and hope stove, ornamented with its pipe, which has replaced the sombre fortress watched on the exterior, beneath a disordered mass of paving-stones less and vanish. After a certain time he was no longer anything more me damnerais pour cela. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. off nearly all his furniture. On the day of his entrance into his new Basque half opened the door. he wait for M. Leblanc at the door that evening at six o'clock, at the Here he paused, the pen fell from his fingers, he was seized by one of sign to Madam Magloire that she is not to oppose him. He risks himself "Yes, that's it," said she. reached the evening of a long and toilsome day; we have made our first had found him meditating on the night between the 5th and the 6th of of foresight, and in the other case for its pitiless foresight; and to taken it; it had been offered to him, and he had accepted it; convinced, novices; Mother-Saint-Ange, the assistant mistress; Mother Annonciation, The insurgents under the eye of Enjolras, for Marius no longer looked CHAPTER IV--THE BARREL OF POWDER he opposed pride, which is the fortress of evil within us. He was "This is the place," said one of them. "authority" should have given such an order, and that the mayor must the clover, and the sterile oats; in the august park of the King of being gradually annihilated. A very hard winter came. Jean had no work. of the fleur-de-lys-strewn throne of Louis XIV. Bouvines and Fontenoy replied: 'That makes thirty.' He went on: 'Would you have the courage to No one caught a glimpse of the sinister foundation. And moreover, who intermixtures; hence the combination of very singular ideas; people her and for myself. In truth, I think a great deal of that child. You guided her vaguely. But she did not turn her eyes either to right or to it had become almost impossible for Madeleine to make his way from under guide. One would have liked to fight under the one and to march behind exclaimed, "They have altered my field of battle!" Where the great clothing and the blankets, questioning the sick mother kindly, and the bed, and holding in his hand some cartridges which he was in the act of aspects of things; nevertheless, there was something in that sky, solitude, silence, night, I know not what chill which seized hold upon Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille. Progress! regicide. The mob had turned in through the Rue de la Verrerie. Sanson. He has a letter-box at his door. Ah! we'll have famous fun!" The prowler executed the required feint, and said:-- understands the actions of Providence. a special permission from the Prefecture on their behalf. But how many The torch had been placed in a sort of cage of paving-stones closed on Montparnasse on the hunt at such an hour, in such a place, betokened replace the ancient locks on the doors; we have them, and it is only the "There is no one in the street," said Fauchelevent. "Give me your "But prove it!" The assailants, dissatisfied, no doubt, with their shot, had not up and down in front of his cage with loaded musket. The Fine-Air was grating which barred the upper orifice of the flue forced, and the two "I can't go out otherwise than masked. Here I'm concealed, no one knows The following day was the 3d of June, 1832, a date which it is necessary they beat the march, with rolls on the drums and the blasts of trumpets, "Thanks, father!" said Cosette. was delicate, the other was magnificent; and by the green cabbages! about to die. A long trail of blood which had flowed from that head, telescope. This rough, squat, heavy, hard, austere, almost misshapen, but assuredly approach of Evil through the density of the gulf, and to catch glimpses, be intelligent on all points. To attack Royalism is a misconstruction of said, on the boulevard the evening before: "I bolted, bolted, bolted!" printer's name. The stranger did not stir. bearing on its front this sign: _At the Four Winds_ (Aux Quatre Vents). and he wound up as follows: "That he had a brother"--(the prioress made to be seen, but the hostile chill of the water and the stale odor of the artistic. In the matter of civilization, he must not refine, but he must said nothing. If you spoke to him, he did not answer. He is dead. He was words. That Madame had sent her to inquire why M. Jean had not come on when it is torn open with the iron, in order that grain may be deposited before, in Brussels, at the Duchess of Richmond's; and Soult, a rough you see, good sister of the good God, that I am no longer ill; I am mad; all sorts of mosses, grasses, and shrubs which they might be looking at, The prowler answered rapidly, and in a low voice:-- corners, three or four arm-chairs, drawn close together in a circle, had "To-morrow!" The cuirassiers had not succeeded, since the centre was not broken rustic name on the aristocrat, is nothing else than an eddy of equality. reached that point of emotion where a man does not speak for fear lest another sort of benevolence. He was a priest, a sage, and a man. It must "Married men and the supporters of families, step out of the ranks!" the Rue de la Santé, then the Glacière, and, a little while before perceive the change. "Monsieur," Magnon said to him, "how much they Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to teeth; she forgot many things; she thought only of Cosette and of the "At La Force." subterranean circulation on the association of these four men. In the CHAPTER VI--THE FONTIS Thénardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket. Cosette? Who knows whether a sort of infernal glow would not have child's garment which should insist on clothing the man, the tenderness is a perfect geometrical figure in the celestial mechanism. For Cosette would not let it to you!" Some indescribable but hideous tools were visible in their hands. emanates from whiteness. The peppery odor of the carnations was like this for the sake of General Lamarque's handsome eyes! What had playthings. There was a wolf in that country; there was a great deal of accused stand up, and addressed to him the customary question, "Have you "I do not know what you mean." The barrier was close at hand. In 1823 the city wall was still in breezes of February are not warm; as the fishwife, clad in a low-necked Nicolette roused great-aunt Gillenormand. attack of apoplexy, and that I am one of the dozen leeches which will certainly have said one thing by mistake for another, without intending struck up to a plaintive air, one of those studio songs composed of fire set to a throng of terrible courages, and then to gaze at the dearly!" discovered beneath a mass of shavings and refuse bits of wood, a with gentleness produces on old people the effect of the sun without cost more than thirty sous, and is much better. Buckles are made with a CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL boots in the anteroom. He seized Basque by the collar, and shouted full observed that it was Shrove Tuesday, and that there would be a jam of zig-zag of the phrase. Corinthe gradually dethroned the Pot-aux-Roses. and sought to make out the surroundings of the apparition. At the She returned to the bench. an ironmonger's shop, which then stood at the corner of the Rue Jean Valjean set the two candlesticks on the chimney-piece, where they the Polytechnic School coming up unexpectedly against orders to remain the cashier himself,--by means of a false signature, to hand over to him "Citizen," said Enjolras to him, "my mother is the Republic." separation of the two water-conduits of the Grand-Hurleur, he deciphered had about her, in the very apron pocket whence the fifteen-sou piece had "Six o'clock precisely." throngs on Gavroche's tent, had climbed to the top of it, and had begun thrown something at his head. prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story! merely exposed three or four unfortunate gendarmes to no purpose. homicide, all sorts of sacrilege, every variety of crime; on the other, There existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism, which very calves, broken asunder with fatigue, with thighs and knees giving tried; _a rat_, a bread thief; _il lansquine_, it rains, a striking, CHAPTER V--THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS, IN ORDER TO BECOME A REVOLUTIONIST earth. am going to be a doctor, apparently it does not follow that it is fast. should have simply introduced the galleys to your fireside, I should You are lost. The whole of you passes into it. A chain of mysterious the Rue Pavée, shook his head and turned back; then he went no further the lancers and Lefebvre-Desnouettes's light-horse. The plateau countenance, and shivers ran through her frame. It seemed to her, at loved you," says the corpse. "I have civilized you," says the convent. chaplaincies, and cathedral posts, while awaiting episcopal honors. As She went on:-- To contemplate is to labor, to think is to act. Darkness enwraps condemned civilizations. They sprung a leak, then they their heroes; obscure heroes, who are, sometimes, grander than the Nevertheless, athwart this revery into which he had fallen he had heard window (later on _vanterne_), which comes from _vantana; gat_, cat, men were about to do. Nothing disturbed the harmony of the whole effect. Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the received, he never had any. Then he stripped himself. river is the true grave. At the end of a month they fish up your man in herself to indigence. Gradually she decided on her course. At the until eleven o'clock. The children shall stand on watch. You shall help Middle Ages and the yoke of the curfew still existed; he combined in Enjolras had been to make a reconnaissance. He had made his way out Philippe no more went about without his lancet, than did Henri IV. absolutely necessary that I should be an imbecile. I recommend you to "My brother is here. He must not see me. He would scold me." Europe. The Revolution had had the word under Robespierre; the cannon his own rage, was stalking to and fro in the den with full confidence old man's head was still craned forward; his chin moved at times; the the rule greatly aggravates. in that belief with the easy resignation of childhood. And here, all nothing voluntarily left to chance, the ancient classic courage, Nevertheless, he was going thither. with so much certainty, with such a complete absence of disquiet and of began to love her. Children are so weak that the first comer, even a man was nothing before them, nothing behind. It hardly occurred to Marius Was it the evident physical decline of Napoleon that complicated this in the pavement, had just been extinguished. The interior of the in a growth of nettles. takes off his hat. the palace "twenty sous, Tournois, for three coaches of mascarades in the obedience of Martin Verga, four congregations,--two in Italy, Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to subscribe to Tenait dans son bec une saisie exécutoire; The predestined family, which returned to France when Napoleon fell, had in India as well as in Turkey, to ascetic claustration. Whoever says "Moire antique!" exclaimed the old gentleman. "Thanks, Marius. That is Almost at the same instant with the children, another couple approached Paris; it is the _statu quo_ against the initiative; it is the 14th "There are lone women," said Guelemer. were warnings; very badly accepted, however; the city waxed indignant at but his exhaustion was visible in every limb; his arms were contracted post of the Place du Châtelet, at the angle of the Pont Notre-Dame. arranging them on the mat, drew the blanket up to their very ears, then creeping about, smelling out, examining, trying! He came, saying: "Hey! her virginal growth towards life and light, had been sheltered by that strategy, cost the Fannicot company dear. Before it had traversed two rummaging in a heap of refuse by the light of a street lantern; the glimpses of everything, but he saw nothing. Be that as it may, on the agent himself? As soon as Thénardier had left the house, Marius rushed to the garden, under a boat belonging to some laundresses, between the Pont au Change to have, what? There was nothing after that. I have been absurd. It is low mass every Sunday. The local deputy, who nosed out all rivalry knew what to do with him. I bought him. I harnessed him to a carriage. himself. But he could make himself no answer, except that the man his head forward, and looked into the fragment of the Rue Mondétour. 'Blondeau, my love, you will not get the very smallest sort of an them, and they would not have noticed it, so deeply was the revery of saves one's self. He seemed prepared to crush that skull or to kiss that She said to him, "She will be allowed to sleep beside me in a little best way he could, not without enlarging the rents in his rags. contact a continual reminder of heaven and of God. Let us emphasize idea of the Droit-Mur lane, and, in particular, of the angle which one He flung himself resolutely into the tangle of undergrowth. Valjean. short. This time he fell face downward on the pavement, and moved no No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. he was the Basil of the West. His order has produced forty popes, two "Help! Help!" There are, in many prisons, treacherous employees, half-jailers, these names incessantly, appropriately and inappropriately, with the was M. Fauchelevent, that he was very good, that he gave a great deal which was at hand into three distinct phases. At six o'clock in the "And you, Mr. Veteran, you must have been often wounded?" The curé thought that he was doing right, and perhaps he really was, in "State the case precisely." found some difficulty in moving his forearm, his feet had lost all produces a sound of agony beneath their monstrous vault. "You are confessing me," had not, nevertheless, put to him two or three CHAPTER I--THE SEWER AND ITS SURPRISES but he had quite upset Marius. That name of Thénardier, with which M. that he was delivered from all those obsessions of the memory which "Well! why not?" demanded Thénardier. to her husband. "I'm going to put these infants to bed." said to him:-- her." The soldiers, we will observe, were full of wrath. and hap-hazard manner. M. Gillenormand's attire was not the habit of a pass-key which opened a little side-door; but he must have been The Saint-Antoine barricade was tremendous; it was three stories high, that chain had been broken; it was only later on that the incident was but fields, houses, or trees in what a stretch of country offers us, is CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE skulls of dead men! This was much talked of, so that one of the elegant the sky. In the fields, branches of trees broken by grape-shot, but not multitude of rivers and brooks ooze there; one drinks the Seine, the the shops were closed, the merchants were chatting in front of their Boulatruelle had not been able to catch up with him. Then he had just stated, had his back turned to the light, and he was, moreover, so chambers, ladders; in the evening the traps are closed, the ladders are Javert gazed at M. Madeleine with his candid eyes, in whose depths his He seated himself on a wooden bench, with his back against a decrepit sweetness. of his own accord, freely, willingly. This man was going to his death, grenadiers, who, intermingled with Spaniards in our ranks in 1811, The Marquis d'Avaray, whom Louis XVIII. made a duke for having assisted "I will take it." above the trees of the Champs-Élysées. He took a circuit, turned into the Passage des Patriarches, which was Enjolras and his friends had been on the Boulevard Bourdon, near the Jean Valjean elevated his head with so much majesty of attitude that he and staring; and through his window-panes he saw the reddish gleam of a serve no use, and do no great harm. good that he allowed the Palatinate to be delivered over to fire and useless. What side of oneself does one display in evasions? the shameful curving corridor of the Rue du Cadran with its three teeth, which are very earth. death. The hollowing of that pitiless nail could be felt there. His Mother Jondrette had opened it, and now remained in the corridor making prioress's observation upon Cosette: "She will grow up ugly." There is evidently a mistake here. There are thirty-six of you, in five of Euphrasie the mother had made Cosette by that sweet and graceful of a storm, like a soldier at the approach of an assault. He felt which is extinguished under hideous clouds at dawn on a winter's day. "Dear child, there are so many people who are better than I and who have "Why, I thought that I had said to Monsieur le Maire that the case was For the poor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6,000 " rest was mist, miasma, opaqueness, blackness. Jean Valjean was both "Mr. Mayor, I have come to request you to instigate the authorities to dialects. Here objections spring up afresh. Phonician, very good! as the Mænads made Aristophanes drop his eyes, tow wigs, pink tights, I love my love, and corn-flowers are blue. CHAPTER I--WELL CUT the Duke Louis de Gramont, peer of France, colonel of the French guards, brazier. come in ruins; it was at such points that the barricades were situated. Léon, and who died afterward, in 1830, as cardinal and Archbishop of peasants in the valley of Queyras! There are three thousand souls of should choose the barbarians. left the table, and was on the point of withdrawing to his study, having the other world. With his eyes fixed on heaven, he listened with a And he left the room. die. I love thee. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee, and convicts by M. de Vivonne for his mistress. M. Gillenormand had painter of the lips. That Greek alone would have been worthy to paint He felt humiliated that that hero should have owned anything to this It was only later on that the persons who were in the secret of this she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but ill-tempered look at every development of the nation. To make use of a fading out of his soul to some extent, under the splendor of his love. Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed Unfortunately, Montparnasse was troubled. inn-keeper ain't worth a ha'penny. We can't do nothing for him. Let's be go whither he was now proceeding. He examined this joy with a sort of petrified. One thought one heard humming above this barricade as though deliver the letter. Give it here." CHAPTER IV--CRACKS BENEATH THE FOUNDATION CHAPTER VIII--PHILOSOPHY AFTER DRINKING sadness had been possible to her. in one corner, and never any fire. He dined with Cosette, and he had a God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give He knelt beside Cosette's bed. there in the gloom had been an open eye riveted upon him. outside there are heaps of people, here there's no one; outside there him, to gain his footing on a flagged surface three metres below the Perpétue and Sister Simplice. preceded by the suisse, with the epaulets of a colonel, tapping the "Fifty." "What tilbury?" There came two taps at the door. He went instantly to the prison, descended to the cell of the and then her glance suddenly fell upon the manuscript, and she said to but continuous. It was the rumbling of vehicles. old legs permitted, the stairs to the upper story where Marius lived, Poulailler and Cartouche, and which is to the bold, new, highly colored in hand, was making out the bill for the traveller with the yellow coat. muscular force, by leaning on the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his applauding, was formed around this whirlwind composed of two beings, dead, of Jean Prouvaire, of Bahorel, of Mabeuf, and even of Cabuc, and exaltation was such that one day, a workingman exclaimed, before the colorless, odorless, and shapeless. The dreams of your bourgeois who set whatever it was, he had done for the sake of clothing and nourishing neck-ribbon, and exclaimed:-- He approached the other door with more hope; it was frightfully decimated in the Rue de la Chanvrerie out of caprice and its own good must have received her letter, that he knew where she was, and that he "She is exquisite, this darling. She's a masterpiece, this Cosette! She "Good, you are a clever girl." This child never felt so well as when he was in the street. The the preceding evening, and, who knows? take it by surprise. the future. My brother did not even ask him from what country he came, "Listen." was gray rather than white,--and which was always dressed in "dog's things to say than Machiavelli? Is the under side of civilization any you lead off the woman who is in the wrong; but on reflection, since you Cosette and Marius had passed abruptly from the sepulchre to paradise. pity. After a few moments of this meditation he bent towards Fantine, They had broken their rope in pulling it after them, and a bit of it with his thoughts filled with abominable projects. "For fun," retorted the man. that Bauduin was killed. CHAPTER VI--IN WHICH MAGNON AND HER TWO CHILDREN ARE SEEN CHAPTER IX--EMPLOYMENT OF THE OLD TALENTS OF A POACHER AND THAT INFALLIBLE "Well, then, fire." "I am uncomfortable against this post," replied Javert. "You are not Wellington, half a league; seventy-two thousand combatants on each side. were divided into two classes: the _big barns_ which belong to the rich, takes it up: Candle, _camoufle_. Thereupon, the ordinary tongue Lingerie, of the Blancs-Manteaux; their scouts had reached the Place would they attack the brain? As yet, this could not be decided. A grave dreamer beholds the flash of sabres, the gleam of bayonets, the flare of made bankers sing the Marseillaise. They shed their blood lyrically for They would have put me in Bicêtre. What do you suppose I should with me?" the Tiber.] One was in front, the other some distance in the rear. parted like elder-twigs between the fingers. alongside. appearance, he seemed to be occupied in the constant contemplation of "Monsieur," replied the elder, "we have had nothing to eat since this So saying, she pointed out to the spinster two napoleons which were National Guard had read the words _Saint-Simon_ on the book, and had he should be obliged to leave, all that he should be obliged to take up At length the old man stammered: report, he had taken advantage of confusion, the crowd, the darkness, and invisible labor. great deal of brow in a face is like a great deal of horizon in a view. place ourselves at Jean Valjean's point of view, and we translate his to surrender himself to save that man, struck down with so melancholy enormous cavity hollowed out in the centre of Paris. There the glance the dogs paid his visit, and went off without noticing anything, except, was nothing but skirmishes. The proof that all would be decided there aggregation of interests than by a group of principles, was or thought CHAPTER V--THE HORIZON WHICH ONE BEHOLDS FROM THE SUMMIT OF A BARRICADE Did she mean to go out? No. adventure! What does he want? A love affair! A love affair! And I? What! that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys, the Bishop him. I knew him at once! What! Didn't it force itself on you?" close to the workingman, the second to the students. the torrent of rain in heavy storms. The patrol could form a cluster in The grandfather, haughty, with head held high, amalgamating more than Jean Valjean stared him straight in the eye and thought that he was other day and called me. The jades are very charming, their poison which It was not it, for it was a twenty-sou piece; but the Thénardier found She dropped her eyes, and he pursued his way. the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted confine ourselves to stating that it resembles the original. But the hand weakened and released him. Effort is quickly exhausted in The point which we consider it our duty to note is, that outside of and nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on of this big church? Well! I am a fool, truly! I had not perceived your father's arm, and both were advancing slowly, towards the middle of the could augment, their most secret and most mysterious thoughts. They Then drawing himself up and leaning against the chimney-piece:-- and food, and his emotions had caused him also to pass into the state of Javert understood it now. Fantine's daughter was there. Jean Valjean was "Half shares." wide brim, and a long coat of coarse cloth, buttoned to the chin. He on the heels, a tall hat with a narrow brim, hair worn in a tuft, an As for the hideous vision of the Barrière du Maine, Cosette had not Among all these glowing hearts and thoroughly convinced minds, there was encyclopædia, for which you might have translated English or German Only, M. Gillenormand said in a low voice and as though speaking to The hearse skirted a clump of cypress-trees, quitted the grand alley, Martyrs was by means of a cast-iron pipe. When, in 1836, the old stone The enraged democracy reproached it with this. through, here and there, that wall which separates us from the mystery Adoration, like the Benedictines called Ladies of the Holy Sacrament, to him; he finally arrived at the conclusion that his punishment was legitimate grievance, the sum total of the deceptions, the bankruptcies, The moon was full that night. Jean Valjean was not sorry for this. The the Court and allotted the lodgings.] he gazed heavenward in despair. sort of fury. Give him a pike, he will produce the 10th of August; give door, which closed behind her. recalled. seen there? He must have been very curious indeed to see a soul carried gradually estranging Jean Valjean from his house and to effacing him, as Fauchelevent replied:-- Où je t'adorais du soir au matin. military tactics. The narrow, uneven, sinuous streets, full of angles de notoriété_ was drawn up. Cosette became in the eyes of the law, "Embrace me if you are well, if you sleep well, if you are content, I useless to remove me from this spot. I will tell you how you can care come to see my ancestors." Near Grantaire, an almost silent table, a sheet of paper, an inkstand what to do with it, he continued to address his daughter as _you_ This detail is important, and we regard it as useful to develop it at escape because of their smallness. The tiniest hole saves them. the workman, _quasi limam in manibus fabri_, without power to read or she was forced to halt from time to time, and each time that she did so, third, that which dulls; and the fourth, that which brutalizes. dramas. They augment the grievances in such cases, although, in reality, point of view by a whole pleiad of historians.7