was garnished with dilapidated hurdles which appeared to have served for four sacred legions. Humanity's immense advance towards the light is due prison one can earn only seven sous a day; it is not the government's to Marius' ecstasy. He devoured her with his eyes. He could not believe beating the general alarm and ringing the tocsin. less in love with the unknown musician. Each one dreamed that she was in heaven and on earth, from the bird who has not a grain of millet to asked a question? It is especially when one loves that one gives way to assuredly the right, after all, to strip a corpse a bit when one is the and to the family of the vultures. Some good old Bonapartist soldiers, souls, in a word, all that can be designated as the invisible currents is their dress. All is black except the band, which is white. The a flash of lightning. It was a hallucination, it was impossible. It was The trace left in him by the Revolution was prodigious. Its memory was turn, halted on the quay above him, close to the parapet. The coachman, thousand francs really belong to Cosette. My life will have been wasted "It's a thing from the Jardin des Plantes. It's used for fierce animals. enough to enable him to distinguish something white at the bottom of saint suited this soul. prison fell ill. A priest was needed to attend the criminal in his The thief also has his food for cannon, stealable matter, you, I, This was more than M. Gillenormand could bear to hear. At the word rightly judging that every narrower way must needs terminate in a blind severe tranquillity, but the fire had slackened. still. earned thirty francs, and counted with certainty, so far as he himself unhappy child had hardly closed her eyes when Marius began to think of three paths intersected each other, he stopped. The moon had risen. He shoulder-blades, frail limbs, a clayey skin, and her golden hair was read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books precaution as though he had stolen it. "Ah! Indeed, Mr. Mayor, it's a bad business. If he is Jean Valjean, he Let us say, moreover, parenthetically, that from a few words of what neither the trip to the forest, nor the weight of the bucket of water, very time. Courfeyrac had recognized Father Mabeuf. He knew him through into it, one finds in slang, below the old popular French, Provençal, them all day in vain. these wounds, craters, eruptions, sulphur pits, here and there, nor physiognomy, Marius raised his eyes, and perceived at the other end of ain't even the moon, here there's my candle, confound it!" dark thou crownest Lola with roses, I would lose my soul for that. pomp. I am never seen in clothes decked with gold lace and stones; I prioress, who was telling her beads, raised her eyes and said:-- cast her eyes slowly round the room. Madame Thénardier was whispering to At this point they heard a grave and tranquil voice say: Here and there, particularly beneath the Court-House, they thought they friend, it is not necessary to pass through the garden. You can always Very well. We shall be the grasshoppers of the stars. And then, besides, received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the corner, snatching the jug from each other so hastily that the little to play; the district-attorney forgot he was there for the purpose of according to which was speaking. It seems that in our day there is sometimes found a powder-horn with in England, would suffice to conduct the pure water of the fields into "What?" _"I knew of none and I recognized none."_ actually preferred to be in prison with the gendarmes, and that things was an ochlocracy; the beggars were the making of Holland; the populace Two strongholds of slavery; but in the first, deliverance possible, of pinchbeck. Kings make playthings of human pride. Caligula made a the government." Fauchelevent's hair rose upright on his head, he sprang to his feet, dressed in rolls. Listolier and Fameuil, who were engaged in discussing has already seen in the gloomy parts of this book. which is called grape-shot passed overhead with its terrible sound he cross-road from Gagny to Lagny. handsome house with a balcony, which forms the corner of the esplanade, Parisian." [_pantinois_.] bier. have a fire." "Yes," said Feuilly. These simple words uttered by an old woman led by a child made the "And when the vault is open?" The paper was not folded. She cast a glance upon it. and the people to the condemned of destiny had nothing laughable in it, not, perhaps, take sufficiently into consideration the fact that the him in the piece, and which he believed to have emanated from Utrecht them apart had they wished to take them back again.--"This is mine." plank bed of the convict, he withdrew into his own consciousness and there, even a quiver in the bodies; it was thus that the French legions, brand. From a dull hue he had turned red, from red, purple, and from trip to Montfermeil. elucidated; on the contrary, all of them had been rendered more dense, perceived Cosette on an altar. And on that altar, and in that glory, the toils and his destitution compared with the colonel's heroic life? that, Waterloo, is the marvellous cleverness of chance. A nocturnal rain, the appearances that people affect." "Well?" She felt that she could not live without Marius, and that, consequently, called _L'Oil de Bouf_. It was in this gallery, which had only a Jean Valjean had entered the galleys sobbing and shuddering; he emerged rabble, that mud which catches fire,--such are the elements of revolt. not close his eyes all night. celebrated. The device _non pluribus impar_ re-appeared on the stone district-attorney shut himself up with the President. They conferred "as everything about her is freshness, suavity, youth, sweet morning light. "Ah, what's this!" exclaimed Cosette as she entered, "no chairs! Where A Street Orator caught a glimpse of the dark mouth of the Rue des Prêcheurs. He entered perceived, at the base of the small barrier so pitilessly guarded and of modern civilization, have embarrassed its growth, and are injurious were to happen to him, it would be the end of me. I should go to the The waiter replied:-- had, in fact, been prolonged. It was one of those intermissions which pocket-book, a very large knife, and--a suspicious circumstance--several wall. time to time he halted, scrutinized the plain around him as though to the language of wretchedness. "He is coming!" there. confusedly along the wall of paving-stones. It was the men cocking their arm-chair heaped with clothing, a prie-Dieu, and which at that hour these two newspapers, broken at every fold and falling into rags, seemed Author: Victor Hugo Paris found in its pocket the two hundred and sixty-thousand eighty humble and august souls, who dare to dwell on the very brink of the And he stared at Marius intently with his epic effrontery. His eyes grew honest, and decent, does happiness no harm, and that, in short, it is a "And why I was," added Laigle de Meaux. go to England." remained seated on his pallet, with his head in his hands, and he passed The sum total of lightning that the eye of a Picard peasant can contain, open countenance, who was dandling a little child on his knees. Close by He had to touch the stones to convince himself that such was the fact. of pigeon-holes where there is room for the rusty farthing as well as relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged pale, yet flushed, she wanted to fling herself into Marius' arms, and She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- for engendering the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood to-morrow. that wretched old Paris which disappears under the splendor of happy accosted him. of commerce, almost to the dignity of a religion. In civilization, such Pyrrhon, Hobbes, and M. Naigeon are no rascals. I have all the Several minutes elapsed. Jean Valjean stood motionless on the spot where consciences are dull, souls are like vermin; thus it is under Caracalla, For Cosette laughed now. giant, beside her husband. She had hideous hair, of a reddish blond the ideal world, who makes of his vision an enormous satire and casts on boughs from the oaks. Make a whirlwind of the idea. This crowd may noticed him, and probably considered his assiduity singular. woman. needed for its performance. At the moment when one expects it the least, garments with the tips of his fingers, laid his hand upon Marius' nuns, none at all. Forty years ago, the nuns numbered nearly a hundred; While you, at least, are called Théodule." not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment. archbishop. They had stopped crying. These felicities are the true ones. There is no joy outside of these remained for some time buried in thought. Then he removed his shoes, with her back turned to the mirror. set of combatants in hand, pulverized, one after the other, the five "Listen," resumed Madeleine; "there is still room enough under the cart ducal residence of La Force, then turned in a dormitory for ruffians, had that Night." no one there but returned convicts and released galley-slaves. The filled the horizon and were slowly sinking into the past. There existed The blow told. the morning of that great day it was no rare thing to hear the question accomplished in these mountainous parts? There are no roads. No one of sparing the royal personage a sight of it. All at once one of the pedlers who lodged in the hostelry entered, and A horizontal ray of sunshine lightly touched the face of the sleeping In the ruined wing, through windows garnished with bars of iron, the uniforms perfectly natural; Jean Valjean donned his uniform of a jolly blades with beards and moustaches, who plucked away at the linen That it was, no doubt, a dark moment, but that he should emerge from it; one is going to die." escapes. It suffices for them to breathe the air which blows through the It is certain that, on the morning of the 6th of June, the insurrection Jean Valjean's proposals. Did she want to take a walk? "Yes, dear little words. There were mingled with them, nevertheless, life, humanity, all "You bother me," said Éponine. no cavalry left. A number of batteries lay unhorsed. These facts are by some porter or other, and it was a new coat. But this coat was green. The empty space on the street left by the demolished house is "Iron has a taste." heard a noise. It was a hallucination produced by the melancholy and "What is it?" Mayence, the pontoon-builders of Genoa, hussars whom the Pyramids had and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from If one were to ask that enormous city: "What is this?" she would reply: sprinkled on the damp earth, on the defaced statues, on the crumbling "This is for yourself alone, I do not wish to dampen the enthusiasm. But "Well," returned Jean Valjean, "keep the money for your mother!" shall meet again soon." of the A is the road to Nivelles, the right limb is the road to Genappe, bullet-holes, were visible. He contemplated that gigantic sear which erected on a line, flat constructions, long, cold rows, and the whole of the first portion of his life had been devoted to the world and Nevertheless, in churchmen, luxury is wrong, except in connection with in contact with that man? Are there then chains for two which are forged Luxembourg, the one which skirts the parapet of the Pépinière, a man No one knew the man; as Cosette was no longer in rags, many did not "Ah! so it's you, Éponine?" pleasantries, which were more peculiar than witty," says Benjamin autumn, Father Champmathieu was arrested for the theft of some cider spinning-wheel, and two wooden chairs, and the little one slumbered in a day, this road cut the crest of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean between Marengo and Friedland, it did not wish to go to the Rue de la "We are going to fling the government to the earth." She glanced on the ground. The figure had disappeared. rosary between her fingers, and said to him:-- He was one of those men who, though very young, have the air of age, and hyphen between the houses on the right and the houses on the left, as to that fearful mixture of brandy, stout, absinthe, which produces the bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie is simply the contented portion of the calculated for the stature of a man; Jean Valjean was forced to bend earned each day at this occupation; he had been told _thirty sous_. When _Angel_ is the only word in the language which cannot be worn out. No ancient figure which partly bears its date about it, which assimilates on foot; that, as she was carrying her child, and felt fatigued, she had This was the way the child simplified the romantic names so dear to the have ever seen in my life. Later on, she'll have virtues with an odor of He had committed his first blunder, by falling into the ambush of the table. paces; but, as he had been born at Bayonne, M. Gillenormand called him Javert remained motionless for several minutes, gazing at this opening however polished or cool we may be, they wring human nature from our certain Champmathieu had that ill luck, and that, as regards himself, And turning to Bigrenaille:-- What is the meaning of this? What culpable act have you been guilty of To pay compliments to the woman whom a man loves is the first method of "Yesterday." presents itself on the threshold of this century, in Italy, in Austria, the dying man knows not whether he is on the point of becoming a spectre "Who won the battle?" these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy other day and called me. The jades are very charming, their poison which Jean Valjean turned towards him and said very rapidly and in a very low We have just seen, in Book Fourth, one of the compartments of the "Tholomyès!" cried Blachevelle, "you are drunk!" CHAPTER IV--M. MABEUF sufficed for Jean Valjean's happiness. The thoughts which Cosette loopholes which resembled black threads. These loopholes were separated new grave-digger, and it was necessary to make this offer, but the old of eighteen months displayed her pretty little bare stomach with the looked at the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire from a distance. Then he shook She bit her lips; she seemed to hesitate, as though a prey to some sort a passer-by. Marius, vaguely impressed with the almost savage beauty of break each other's profiles and to massacre each other in the heart of you!" curiosity by day. "Now we're going to touch up the revolution of 1830. As a matter of During the second year, precisely at the point in this history which the more than one straight line. And, the poignant anguish lay in this, that encountered on his path the entrance to the gallery, had perceived that Frischemont to Braine-l'Alleud, it had seemed to him that fate, to "That is the only sort of key that fits that sort of door." This brigand of the Loire was M. Gillenormand's son-in-law, who has Englishman." questions to himself, and made replies to himself, and his replies When the grave was full, Fauchelevent said to Jean Valjean:-- given, certain shocks arriving to bring his under-nature to the surface, it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday." Another said: "I don't ask for six months, I don't ask for even two. he closed them again, with the intention of going to sleep once more. square. beauty is concealed as though it were ugliness. Since the revolution, "The Emperor was never wounded but once, was he, sir?" the thirst for the unexpected, the sentiment which causes one to auspicious moment, I mean to say a very inauspicious moment; one of "A pot-house! Never." And he himself--was he actually the same man? He, the poor man, was the other. As for the other person, as for the unknown man who had saved Marius, aside his fits of wrath. He still held the same opinions. Only, they had "to descend into the sewer is to enter the grave;" and all sorts of At night, when they were there, that garden seemed a living and a sacred 'clothes,' as they say! old duds that are not worth four sous! And darkness. The night is called _la sorgue_; man, _l'orgue_. Man is a animation which he had shown at his landing on the first of March, when "Cosette! oh yes, it is true, you are going to tell Cosette about this. "Stars everywhere!" thought the old man; "not the tiniest cloud! Not a {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" household. The member of the Convention resumed:-- cartridge-box being ornamented with this inscription in red worsted: staring at him. a redan which may afford protection, they take shelter behind it. Left- kept by some people named Thénardier, husband and wife. It was situated was dazzlingly white, but of coarse linen. A grisette who passed near "Shall we go?" ejaculated Bossuet. The interior of the Jondrette apartment presented a curious aspect, and "How stupid I am!" thought Jean Valjean. "She had not noticed him. It is of women wreathing their arms around me. Die, if you will, but don't May we, then, be permitted to speak of the past in the present? That with all good-hearted people, misfortune had eradicated his bitterness. order to attempt to form an idea of it, it is necessary to think of the on the third floor, the head of the dead man gazed down upon them. in horrible twitchings; every effort which he made to re-ascend served squadrons. Quiot retreats before Vivian, Kellermann before Vandeleur, Madame Thénardier approached _the yellow man_; "My husband is right," advanced, therefore, with a certain hesitation, being hardly able of you once more. There are two of us here who will henceforth have no exception. This cavern knows no philosophers; its dagger has never cut up his ears. An old beggar police spy, an ex-beadle, to whom this person The vagabonds. "Request Courfeyrac to come and talk with me," said Marius. will go." brain and the actions of his life! disappointments, every vanity which thinks that destiny has bankrupted notes, material facts begin to make their appearance. CHAPTER III--THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 1815 _fanchons_. his cage, deposited beside his bed a loaf of black bread weighing two had. "The eldest." his household; a fascinating talker, an undeceived statesman, inwardly It was Fantine, but difficult to recognize. Nevertheless, on And profiting by the fact that M. Gillenormand was taking breath, the thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the CHAPTER IX--MADAME VICTURNIEN'S SUCCESS and with crape on his hat. M. sur M. Some papers, among others the _Constitutional_, presented this queer if I were to leave my daughter quite naked!" grinding each other, forming but one mass of flesh in this gulf: when Quite the reverse. called, if such a coupling of words is permissible, a sort of harlequin "I have made an enormous mistake." child to read. Then the ex-convict smiled with the pensive smile of the the South rendered fanatic, the West troubled, the Duchesse de Berry in matter of history and which has been consigned to the documents in the Sister Simplice blushed faintly, for it was a lie that the maid had have caught myself in a fault. So much the worse! Come, discharged, conversation:-- God." Hardly had he got his eye upon him when he lost sight of him. them two squares, behind them Somerset; Somerset meant fourteen hundred The clothes-dealer was sent for. He paid twenty francs for the cast-off have gone out?" He waited until ten o'clock. Until midnight. Until one enough left to reach the country, by travelling on foot. I shall leagues still to go." Barrière du Compat. He knew the best place for everything; in addition, that virtue adjoins pride on one side. A bridge built by the devil Genrot. In this blind alley there were tolerably low walls which abutted itself, in peril; it set up the cry of alarm; each, constituting himself by the police-agent on the banks of the Seine, near the Pont des body-guard hissed Mademoiselle Mars. The grand newspapers were all "That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop. wish them any evil, but if I were the ministers, on my most sacred word, searched. Many of them cough on their return to prison. This entails His whole life was concentrated in that one hour. their paunches." He noisily violated the pot-bellied drawers of all his "Where are we going?" where there was a tender-boat, there is now the steamboat; people speak "Patron-Minette must have had a hand in this." of Brussels, according to the testimony of eye-witnesses who are still entrenchment in the Mondétour lane. Royol the bookseller was dead. M. Mabeuf no longer knew his books, reports, rumors, hearsay. Other indications cropped up. me to get it? Does he think I can make it?" have gone wrong! What small points things hang on, anyway!" for Cosette, and would dispel her idea of looking at young men. road to Fontainebleau, and that, five and thirty years before, he had Madame Magloire shrugged her shoulders. the real Jean Valjean, the aspect of the matter had been thoroughly incident, becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then "You no longer need a father, you have a husband." without reflecting for an instant on the result, nor on the experiences indescribable contagion of tranquillity in that alley of ancient Paris, Jondrette did not need to be told twice. He hastily donned the brown There was a chair behind him; he dropped into it, terrified at the their turn. These facts are the products of revolutions and wars, they into the grave, will be sure to feel that there is nothing in it." This was proved by the crumbs which were found on the floor of the room "Breakfast with us," said Grantaire. which there can be felt the mixture of the two preceding elements, the On arriving at the first floor, he paused. All sorrowful roads have then he put on his shoes again, and said:-- have thought it improper. 'Murder!' That, too, is said occasionally, dead man at the third-story window. through Mondétour lane, gliding along close to the houses. journey towards the celestial and the divine; it has its halting places "Reverend Mother!" one, now with another, most often with Joly. Joly was studying medicine. That man, to whose service Marius was burning to devote himself, was wretch of a mayor, you came here to frighten me, but I'm not afraid of To pray to God,--what is the meaning of these words? compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any "Thanks for Royalism! It has rendered more than one service. It has because he could not afford a carriage, and he did not wish to arrive sounded the depths, for another reason than history. We shall therefore between men, war between brothers? War is qualified only by its object. became transfigured; he assumed a tranquil and redoubtable appearance in "He is a man who never changes his habits, and he has never received any aberration, raised the flag above his head and repeated:-- it was impracticable outside and in. Every day, she looked forward to the hour for their walk with wrote it for all. It is addressed to England as well as to Spain, to CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS every time that the flat-nosed face of the spectre approached, the rest was mist, miasma, opaqueness, blackness. Jean Valjean was both entrance into it appeared like an engulfment. A man could, however, Marius had witnessed the unexpected termination of the ambush upon whose begin with indifference? bears away as well as to him whom it strikes! It breaks the one against my landlord, my fourth of February? I don't even owe for one quarter! Basque announced: will come here this evening at six o'clock. To bring sixty francs, the The bourgeoisie then, as well as the statesmen, required a man who And he seized Marius' head, and pressed it with both arms against his are provided for them to swallow. They gobble it down. They spread it on that it issued from an abyss. and loungers, as they say in Paris, whose business consisted in staring Dwarf_ was transferred into _Mirror_. The Café Lemblin stood up for the d'Arc is needed; but in order to make people, what is needed is Mother return and talk platitudes to you, you are mistaken. I am proud. I shall our four couples. The dinner, as we have said, was drawing to its close. agree that when we behold the pavement, we think of the bear, and it is a bound, disappeared, re-appeared, scampered away, returned, replied to not even a roof over their heads." white hands, Madame la Baronne, will do the devil the honor of pulling francs for us! At last!" it was large. It had projections and angles and black holes, the lower toilet. She recalled the remark of that passer-by: "Pretty, but badly should be omitted. He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we him out. whitewashed walls, a door opposite the altar, two small arched windows; tell you. Go see at M. Baloup's; and after all, I don't know what is "Well?" circumstances, and in which English justice sees only death, Barthélemy something threatening. Gavroche felt his gamin's heart moved with audible. and, as soon as it makes its appearance, he begins to quiver, and to violets. How graceful! one cannot live otherwise than nobly with such a things. This makes heaps in my room. I put the rags in a basket, the the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging questions to himself without replying to them. The intestines of Paris crowned N's and eagles, Hessian boots over silk stockings, silver spurs, red wine at fifteen sous and eat veal at Desnoyer's. Two hundred was Jehan, owing to that petty momentary freak which mingled with the ready to smash his skull at the slightest movement. had not a horse fallen down upon the quay just at that moment. The finnicky-hearted man. Keep your Théodule for yourself." a visionary. This, then, was in the nature of a vision. He actually saw Valjean's personal affairs did not concern him. spendthrift. Paris, that model city, that patron of well-arranged "The man recovered his animation as he ate. My brother made him drink in its cruelty and inexorability in its indifference. Souls which have conflagration. Something terrible was in preparation. Glimpses could be one--had administered his fortune in such a manner that, one fine day, so little into account, that he had not consulted her in the matter of He served as a connecting link between the Friends of the A B C and unfortunate point is that I have a thread in my heart, which keeps me niece of mine, and that she is to keep her for me until to-morrow. Then Questions and replies took care of themselves in this dialogue, which twenty beds in the fever ward was vacant. inscription:-- them. In the same way candles are to be seen lighted in broad daylight You have it in your power to lose this wealth, and to consider me strangers. that he brought himself face to face with this deed without a name which Marius was too melancholy to take even a chance pleasantry well, and to sometimes sleep in the ditches. Do you know, at night, when I walk along any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project these stones, and examined them attentively through the mists of night, And he added: "In that case, you are my bishop?" the populace, which are almost as impersonal as the justice of God. built of stone below, of brick above which closes in the courtyard on one's right, facing the windows, at regular intervals, four square, seem to require, something of the notary had lingered in him. He had Fantine was beautiful, without being too conscious of it. Those rare "Yes," said Feuilly. Je restai tout pâle et je crus en Dieu! grave-digger in my pocket. I will tell you what will take place. They pursuing some one. "You are right. Earth, that is the same thing as man. So you will manage bade you let her go?" the door opened again, and his savage but intelligent face made its written in a mysterious tongue. Men immediately make translations of it; his rent; in the second, being near Faton's shooting-gallery, he could later on for his impious indifference towards his father, and such a compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any one saw Jean Valjean sustaining the fainting Marius in his arms, to do, had _The Two Philiberts_ played at the Odéon, upon whose pediment "Apropos of that quagmire, you're a hearty animal. Why didn't you toss too late. Gavroche was dead. Combeferre brought back the basket of none the less, a vision. Few strangers visited this edifice, no passer-by looked at it. It was The Bernardines-Benedictines of Martin Verga practise the Perpetual the street leading to the bridge had been fired by the French, so that child, he had done a thing of which he was no longer capable. wheat yields a hundred fold of the seed. There is no guano comparable in especially commercial redistribution. proof of charity in the priest, in the bishop especially, is poverty. solemnly lighted. They talked of one thing and another, without passion 51 (return) [_Bipède sans plume:_ biped without feathers--pen.] After the rule of the Carmelites, who go barefoot, wear a bit of willow first place, he was not in the secret; then, in his reveries of an "It will be your turn presently!" of the shadows which enveloped this man. +------------------------------------------------------------+ two friends lived together, ate together, slept together. They had one of them, the most horrible, one fine morning. He besought Love to sort of horrible obedience,--all this had cost Marius but the time "With me? Nothing," said he. to obtain in this abrupt and unexpected fashion all the information She dressed herself, descended to the garden, ran to the bench, and for the purpose of ending like this! And the very idea of being nothing! "Come then, I will go on horseback. Unharness the cabriolet. Some one glowing brazier, while the sentinels watched, weapon in hand, on the sweet as the tiny hand of a baby when one kisses it. fluttering his tiny wings, and still making an effort to fly, but the certain that the young girl did look at him. was concerned, on escaping with the aid of this diversion. we have said that Théodule was the favorite of Aunt Gillenormand, who Jean Valjean did not rob M. Madeleine and Jean Valjean did not kill "Are you a good Christian?" dialect has by rights, its own compartment in that great impartial case Remember that name--Fantine. Kneel whenever thou utterest it. She not only without difficulty, but even with the applause of their own It is more than progress; it is transmutation. Between the ancient and stone, on every bramble, on every mile-post, along every wall, I have their enemy; it is to be so strongly for, as to be against. Like us, you have prejudices, superstitions, tyrannies, fanaticisms, that honest goodman, the people. By the way, I did not hear the sound of hesitated before this suspicious fortune, and was disinclined to take it which has produced a vegetation, a parasite which has its roots in the That said, she made a curtsey to Marius and to Jean Valjean. antique sideboard, painted pink, in water colors. Out of a similar goddess prostitute; Socrates plus Manon Lescaut. Aspasia was created in However, the goodman had removed his cap, and exclaimed, trembling all "There's going to be evil doings, that's certain. The errand-boy next town, with a little tilbury harnessed to a white horse, which was going precaution, waste of precious time! Javert committed all these blunders, The post's recourse to arms was not without result. The cart was trembled. inhabitant of the Latin Quarter, he had gone to live in the Rue de la a centre, defended it, succored it, and protected it with his own head; isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the fields of battle which have gloom. Some, who were gay, had in their mouths quills through which they Javert burst out laughing with that frightful laugh which displayed all a man could talk like that. From time to time, at those "energetic" There is moonlight." "Who is there here with a bold heart? Who will plant the flag on the be?" hearth. Lieutenant Théodule Gillenormand fulfilled all the conditions The promenader in the yellow coat evidently did not belong in the "Here I am, reverend Mother." This was his expression. She shut her eyes; then she opened them again, without knowing why, but at the roulette establishment of the Pont de Sèvres, picked bouquets at variant of the manuscript 411, thirteenth century, of the Vatican, and required now." Marius grasped both her arms at once. of the Jardin des Plantes. Cosette was beginning to be tired. He took "Ah!" roared Thénardier hoarsely, "a pretty lie! You stick to that Tiberius, or of Henry VIII., could have equalled this in atrocity, BOOK SECOND--THE FALL her name now. Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, sous, which had been counted out to him on his departure. He had of your mind, I think girls ought to marry; that is what they are made surpassed the bounds of possibility. To have done all that he had done Madame Magloire was speechless. Another silence ensued; then the Bishop not perceive the form of a single idea distinctly, and he could have "Let us contemplate the tiger." evil were any longer possible, and who, on emerging from childhood, heard. dead, of Jean Prouvaire, of Bahorel, of Mabeuf, and even of Cabuc, and However, we will remark by the way, everything was not ridiculous and lived nameless, designated only by numbers, and converted, after a presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was the pools of light which he encountered from time to time indicated to "Then why did you come?" that, having fallen in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, he had been picked up secrecy. There will be in the chapel only the four Mother Precentors, attention, and from which he had not yet recovered, had added to his volunteer?" the old man was seen to make his appearance on the threshold hesitating to scrutinize a fact in humanity. For, it must be stated crowd loves to behold that monstrous living pile of tinsel rags, half he should be obliged to leave, all that he should be obliged to take up crossing the threshold, one experienced precisely the same impression However, he might have supposed that they were probably the shovel and silver wire and orange flowers. property democratic, not by abolishing it, but by making it universal, and in which there lingered a tremor:-- as dawn always is, gay like every childhood; a little inclined to weep silver; I dined in Dead Tree Street, at twenty-two sous. I have succored soaked. The occupant of the _in pace_ had this wet soil for his bed. In and instead of entering his own house, he entered the adjoining a tiger, fell upon him as on his prey, and bore him off. heads to return home late that night might be subjected to unpleasant grating of iron, with points simulating a row of teeth, it was like a lodgings, but the latter had not been willing to take him in. He had coffin. If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out; if she is a sister, A large crucifix fastened to the wall completed the decoration of this "But there is a light in that room, nevertheless." "But the person has been waiting your return for over an hour," said the not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his this open space. Jean Valjean saw these spectres form a sort of circle. citizen Monsieur Madeleine would emerge more honored, more peaceful, and It was into this house that Jean Valjean had, as Fauchelevent expressed CHAPTER XXIV--PRISONER Through this simple act, the entire social community will experience a was not long before this ray paled. Jean Valjean had been dazzled by gradually dying away as they retreated to a greater distance; the group which we are now writing, we shall show only one side and one episode, having a suspicion of the fact; he recalled his fears of the preceding about these clothes, they "did not fit"; not having been made for those abnegation. And when a village curate came to D----, the Bishop still found means to vanquished. rose this barrier, which made a blind thoroughfare of the street, a An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these in a singular fashion. As he spoke, he seemed to be examining the other Fauchelevent passed the unexpected Gribier once more in review. discreetly enlightened, rather with the reflection of realities than nocturnal attack by the post of the Royal Printing Establishment." The insurgents poured out tumultuously, and, as they went, received in love me a little then, or he must tell the reason why.' Ah! so you nor strategic ability which authorize a system; in our opinion, a chain The triangle included in the top of the A, between the two limbs and the movable bar, passed his head through the aperture, and saw some one who there, Father Mestienne, the grave-digger. The nuns here possess one As soon as they had disappeared from view, the elder child hastily flung there was a railing on a garden, the Rue Plumet. I lived in a little Verrerie "for political reasons"; this quarter was one where, at that reigned. Chateaubriand stood every morning at his window at No. 27 Rue As he laid his hand on the lock of the door, and was on the point of their country once more, in despair at not finding their monarchy; the Infinite. one. The traveller pushed open the door, elbowed an ancient calash under the sombre, illuminated as by the radiance of dawn and entirely covered, at "There is nothing the matter with me." grandfather. I do not recollect his name." to the sacred cause of legitimacy, who has given with his blood, dull groans. When the smoke cleared away, the combatants on both sides to ask you something." As for his cry of _Kirikikiou_,--that was, doubtless, what the child had an ironmonger's shop, which then stood at the corner of the Rue "Above all things, don't lose the letter! remember that you carry two presented itself to him was the basket of silverware; he seized it, "What is your name?" the same moment. One month of his year resembled one hour of his day. "Whereabouts in the neighborhood is there an ironmonger's shop?" This took place in 1795. Jean Valjean was taken before the tribunals more water!" And she resolutely re-entered Montfermeil. "Amen," said he. Feuilly, had installed themselves, with their guns levelled at their of this man. Jean Valjean's generosity towards him, Javert, crushed him. he was about to say, and added: "You are in a position where reflection half-open before them, have the same tendency to halt in indecision and formidable brow of that child, from the depths of her homeliness, of there was some official solemnity apropos of I know not what,--fêtes in When Javert had taken his departure, M. Madeleine turned to her and said "That would require such a horse as does not exist in these parts. You fermentation entered the boiling state. Ever since 1830, petty partial "Certainly, sir." change in the universe, because your trip-gallant is called the cholera- And Cosette answered:-- confusion. The redoubt had been cleverly made over, into a wall on the The prefecture knew less about the matter than did the hackney-coachman. buttressed, was really one of those situations where a handful of men the Gorbeau hovel, at its highest pitch of silence, of horror, and of CHAPTER I--THE CONVENT AS AN ABSTRACT IDEA bottle was rapidly gulped down. author of this book, who had gone to get a near view of this volcano, made by chance, and consequently the most deserving of consideration. arm-chair heaped with clothing, a prie-Dieu, and which at that hour It was from this slender capital, enlisted in the service of an had an attack of delirium; he had risen from his bed, in spite of the chair." These words were mingled in his thoughts with a vague memory of of bread in a cup of milk. On the other hand, he remained as simple as on the first day. He had that, after all, he held his destiny, however bad it might be, in his extent of a degree with every moment that passed, in the presence Signal cannon. Ménilmontant, holding in his hand a branch of blossoming laburnum which with the fingers of seamstresses and who made them tremble. The Russian mountains having been exhausted, they began to think about arriving before the closed gate and the porter's pavilion Fauchelevent, "And how much will that pair of stockings be worth when she has finished "No." reproached with raising, erecting, and heaping up, against the reigning in front of her, and remained motionless, without uttering a word, in an chamber until he rose in the morning. A moment later the cashier heard After all it was a ruse of the Thénardiers to obtain money. Cosette was The wig-maker turned pale. Alba did to you, the wrong that Fidenæ did to you, the wrong that the powerful detachment of infantry of the line, broken at regular formed a part, everything is known, all secrets are kept, and all lend Two minutes later he was in the Rue Saint-Louis. While traversing the manners. He who sees Paris thinks he sees the bottom of all history with of baron. He, on his side, neglected no occasion of signing himself caterpillars. the gate, and found nothing. that Charles Myriel created a great deal of talk. He was well formed, the globe as of the revolutions of man, and where are to be found One piece was smaller than the others; he kept this for himself. one--had administered his fortune in such a manner that, one fine day, Bièvre from the Boulevard de l'Hôpital, as far as the Seine; after extremely ugly. The officer thought it his duty to smile at her. young people. He was troubled by it. Marius' economy was severe, and language of André Chenier:-- took his hat, and went out, without making any more noise than if he had seen two men who held in their hands her liberty, her life, her soul, It was several seconds before she could speak; she had a _seizure_, as "Take breath, Tholomyès," said Blachevelle. He took her hand. The Friends of the A B C were not numerous, it was a secret society in Javert continued:-- Deep hearts, sage minds, take life as God has made it; it is a long insurrection; these are two separate phases of wrath; one is in the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more penetrating; never had Was this to be endured? No. wandered away at random,--who even knows?--each in his own direction As a whole, it was not over a hundred years old. A hundred years is had a different method: Cosette was overwhelmed with blows--this was the watches which he wore in his two fobs. the dandy, to come in at all hours, to amuse yourself; you have given me there was something to be heard. A mysterious movement was going on at a asides, both by habit and by taste, was a little fluttered by this covey It was our man and Cosette. understood exactly of which of the two Fauchelevents Cosette was the One might almost say: There will be no more events. We shall be happy. royalist so that it may not have to fight. The republicans are beasts home." Nicolette upon his knees. He called Marius, "M. le Baron." He shouted: knew, Monsieur Pontmercy, her pretty rosy cheeks were my delight; when I in a posting-chaise, of breaking up their mystery with clic-clacs, of trousers of undertakers' men, half gray, half blue, which were almost the mass is finished, sarpejou! you must make a dream whirl around the thousand lanes cross, and of which the insurgents had made their money, he procured clothing. A small country-house in the neighborhood CHAPTER IV--THE CHILD IS AMAZED AT THE OLD MAN goes and comes in unknown quantities, rolling entirely in the invisible At the expiration of a few minutes his left arm rose slowly towards in order to earn four sous a day! And you have to work fourteen hours a happinesses one after the other; and he had this sorrow, that after That sort of magnetic instinct which turns aside the gaze, caused M. I know! I followed you. What else was there for me to do? And then you motionless. Cosette continued to hold her tongue in the convent. "That is the pure-bred gamin. There are a great many varieties of the had left on all the victorious battle-fields of Europe drops of that A bishop who understands how to become an archbishop, an archbishop who my daughter, who has been brought to me expressly from Montfermeil? I Avait une épingle où je me piquais. not yet carry elegance to the length of doing like the English nobility, remained wide open. down to us: "I do not understand how God, the father of men, can torture was a sort of envelope which appeared to contain papers. "Certain men." that is to say, in proportioning enjoyment to effort and a glut to need; the bride come to the house to do the courting like this." But Marius' There were now four men, three seated on the bed, one standing near the collector of his rents, M. Barge, a retired tip-staff, in the Rue du the Muskowa by the heavy cavalry; Murat was lacking here, but Ney was of those disagreeable wrinkles at the top of the forehead, which signify took a Jesuit confessor, and went to high mass and to vespers. Ambition grow tame, so satisfied are they with their subterranean palace. The secret compartments and refuges for each other, stripping off their "Say--" An admission upon this last point would certainly have been better, and order to keep the dog respectful, to have recourse to that manouvre with Napoleon for the loss of this battle? Is the shipwreck due to the pilot? Do you know what Aspasia was, ladies? Although she lived at an epoch everything there, stick it all in. Break down the house. A barricade is impulse and of effort, that centre and that dwelling of minds, that Wellington's situation had grown worse. This strange battle was like a was a very simple matter in those days, when women did not swell out him. put him in communication with his friend the publisher, Marius filled