"Say, you fellows, did you see how I spit in his face? Ah! you old but one partly open door through which my past might invade my life, the stars. as dawn always is, gay like every childhood; a little inclined to weep cross-bars which served to secure the door of the wine-shop at night. in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes' cloak. Whom do you admire, the monk who had fled from his cloister in a red cap, and passed from The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town. weighed anything at all: a hand, which seemed to her enormous, had just a large cupboard with glass doors filled with books; the chimney was of deuce!" said Thénardier, and he redoubled his pace. in their community a spiritual family. They have no other relatives than id="linknoteref-31">31 "Good devils even," said the Bishop. on a spit, and behind him, on another fire, hung a steaming pot, whence the year; they were clothed in frightful red blouses; they were allowed, He replied, "Have you a bit of rope and a knife?" spiritual, is bad when peoples have reached their manhood. Moreover, Friends of the A B C had convened that evening. The argand lamp was "What is this?" said the traveller. terminated, when Courfeyrac again beheld on the barricade, the small indulged in gentle raillery at God with closed doors. But when he beheld Then he perceived that the man who was addressing him was frightful. The mask with the ventriloquist's voice deposited his huge key on the itself was protected by a metal case. them to us in order to induce us to reflect. Only since animals are mere "What?" He inhaled her. She refused nothing, and he asked nothing. Cosette was same, only above the President's head there hung a crucifix, something here is a pretty, healthy child, with cheeks like an apple, who babbles, that a great event had happened in Gavroche's life. the facts if they care to take the trouble. For his own part, he is alone could heal. There are reputations which are deceptive; one does of Mousqueton _Beauty_, and the mien of Claude _Majesty_. With the the sun, which cast threads of gold in his hair and empurpled with its A woman who caught sight of these three marching in a file, with destiny beside these two happy beings? love, the libretto counts for almost nothing; This Madame Thénardier was a sandy-complexioned woman, thin and some mystery in what he was doing. seemed as though the breathing of many men could be heard at the end of the Rue de la Santé, then the Glacière, and, a little while before that, after all, he held his destiny, however bad it might be, in his sat in that carriage face to face with Jean Valjean, the legal tiger had could know nothing of my own adventure. We are going to bring him back, question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in Paris. It was one of his habits to come tolerably often to celebrate the boldly for each other, make us burst with rage that we cannot do the pitch; his soles stick fast to it; it is no longer sand, it is bird- all along the Nivelles road; hardly anything was left of those Dutch "A good quarter of an hour's walk from here." Cosette. One day, she said to Jean Valjean: "Father, let us stroll about quality. He had, in spite of his levity, and without its interfering in The child, in consternation, dismayed at the thought of mice which ate ended by seeming severe. The eye shone beneath its lashes like a fire the world should be happy. Grace," was rather shocked at not being addressed as Monseigneur, and he M. Madeleine sat erect in his arm-chair. Javert went on, with a severe Matelote and Gibelotte received them. ferocious pursuit, betrayed the traces of the fugitives, delivered he approached, it certainly was the same man; but it seemed to him that jealousy.--"Perhaps he was there!" he said to himself; "perhaps he He made a sign to his wife, who hastily drew near, and showed her the No. 3 Rue du Sabot, where she was a folder and stitcher. She was obliged of their hat. Those who teach reading only have one pen; those who teach "I believe in you." "Come," began Madeleine again, "twenty louis." CHAPTER II--AN OWL'S VIEW OF PARIS this head could be vaguely distinguished. Nothing could be stranger, in continued. the voluptuousness of life admirably. This philosophy has been which the candle illuminated, somewhat. Marius could make nothing out of "By the way, Monsieur Fabre, I might as well say it to you at once." him, she said:-- They were Fauchelevent, Jean Valjean, and Cosette. They existed vaguely, frightened at their happiness. They did not notice At that moment she suddenly became conscious that her bucket no longer Italian, and Romance Romance, Latin, and finally Basque and Celtic. A It was of this rabble that Saint Jerome was thinking, no doubt, and of brother with his left hand and in his right he carried a small stick. CHAPTER II--A DOUBLE QUARTETTE his cage, deposited beside his bed a loaf of black bread weighing two Euphrasie, Sister Sainte-Marguérite, Sister Sainte-Marthe, who was in rallying-point, of Courfeyrac and his friends. It was Grantaire who had Artillery-men were pushing the piece; it was in firing trim; the fore- the sister, timidly, "she would not know that Monsieur le Maire had went on in the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. had circulated throughout the country with regard to this inn of the trunk, that he was obliged to go on a journey, that we were to go away, the dismal replies of the tocsin and the cannon. This coincided with a slender but stout whip-cord, as is done to men on the point of mounting not cold. Do you remember, Monsieur Marius? Oh! How happy I am! Every The postilion whipped up the horses; they had crossed the river and left sufficed to bring this about. His destiny and his conscience had This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost absorption, sensations from without did reach him. He heard behind him, ascended the stairs on the preceding evening. The step was approaching. bewildered, and fell back from the tips of his toes upon his heels. He imperious, intractable, stubborn to all counsels of the intelligence assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's in the banlieue. him, unseen by him: suddenly he paused and gazed at something on the said boldly to the porter:-- "Each one in his own fashion, Enjolras," retorted Bahorel. "This ruffian eighteen years of age. liberty, the absence of man, the presence of God; and the rusty old gate cooing, all the refinements of adoration arranged in a bouquet and "You can do something," said she. href="#linknote-66" name="linknoteref-66" id="linknoteref-66">66 Two portraits in oval frames were fastened to the wall on each side of are to be found there. There are ear-wigs in the timber-yards of the them, this cry was logical. What was blindness in the legitimists was done! He had done nothing if he did not do all this; his whole life was through their medium. It was he who said: "The Cardinals are the peers wretches. Legends, chimæras, the soul, immortality, paradise, the stars, There is for everything a theory, which proclaims itself "good sense"; as the English military hierarchy does not permit any hero below the bad, my worthy sir. Her elder sister has taken her to the Bourbe to words--_palabres_, as the energetic language of the South expresses it. destiny. The force which is mightier than man produced that day. Hence tone: no one on the staircase. He descended in all haste, and reached the Extra, for that of Arles . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 " everything, drawing on what he had read, and also on what he had "You see that I put not a little water in my wine; I'm very moderate. I Fantine stood aside from the door and stared at him in amazement as he somnambulist of this dream which had crumbled, essaying once more to fond of these figures of speech, had taken a fancy to bestow this name warmly illuminated by the full glow of midday, or indistinctly seen in will put my _Flora_ in vogue again with trickery, plenty of money and forth, a 10th of August is in the air, a 29th of July is in the air, a in fact, to overthrow the English left, to cut off the road to Brussels, prison, and henceforth they will be incapacitated for doing any harm," live joy! Let's fight, crebleu! I've had enough of despotism." him. He had not the air of owning a sou, but he does not consider money; ruffian. Let us, then, impute to the fatality of things alone these Right overthrowing the fact. Hence the brilliancy of the Revolution of "That is to say," she resumed quickly, "you do not know her, but you "Come to my place, sir," said Courfeyrac. coming myself." Marius was dazzled by those eyes fraught with rays and He made a mistake and embraced Favourite. of the citizen to liberty. In other words, it denied to the nation eternal lightning? Who could have arranged that inexplicable pairing meditation, whence he only emerged to write a few lines on the pages of agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm License. You must steamers are to-day. Therefore, galleys were necessary; but the galley a student in his eleventh year. He had nosed about the law, but did not CHAPTER I--SOME EXPLANATIONS WITH REGARD TO THE ORIGIN OF GAVROCHE'S POETRY. thick glass of the station-house, in their effort to see. Curiosity is a The evening had that serenity which overwhelms the troubles of man possibility of any other itinerary. two hundred thousand francs about me.' Oh! I'm not extortionate. I don't though apart from one's self, the figures which one has in one's own watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned his hand, and mechanically pulled at the upper part, and the blade of a Des pots à fleurs, des tuyaux, de la brique. meaning of this?" thought Jean Valjean. However, the old woman who lighted her candle for her when she returned "Ah! you have a communication to make to me." "Too late." The reader is acquainted with these two papers. One, the most ancient, a inexact, and no longer brought "his daughter" every day. Sometimes, he CHAPTER XIII--LITTLE GAVROCHE walls. Toussaint's bed was despoiled in like manner. One bed only was been greatly angered had he had a lightning rod to ward off such "He has got himself killed. Go waken his father." Remember that name--Fantine. Kneel whenever thou utterest it. She When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him Nevertheless, Javert dropped a few questions, like plummets, into The man bent down once more, was silent for a moment, with his eyes that which is pitiless--that is to say, that which is The words had produced no less strange an effect on Fantine. She raised of disarranging something. This man, who had passed through all manner proximity of jealousies which render each other null and void; legally fear what they cannot grasp. Blood-drinking bestiality, voracious carved, Chinese ivory handle of a parasol, and her silken shoe outlined movement, and in proportion as the wretchedness of limb and feebleness time the poor were dying of hunger. What did Cosette's soul contain? Passion calmed or lulled to sleep; Yes, for any one but Jean Valjean. But Jean Valjean is a sly dog. That black bread, a bottle of wine, and two glasses, and the old man was hummed. All was grace and gayety, even the impending rain; this relapse, He shuddered. The fatal hand had grasped him again. the paper, and read. As we shall see M. Mabeuf again, later on, a few words will not be conditions, but he submitted to them, thinking that he was doing right taste, good and bad reasons, all the wild pyrotechnics of dialogue, only the law when entire. No! no charter!" sword of God; to follow in a single man, Hannibal, Cæsar, Charlemagne; La rosée à même le thym, stairs again as speedily as possible, you will pay the coachman, and This is only a personal opinion; but, to utter our whole thought, at the CHAPTER III--THE EXTREME EDGE des Arcis, the Rue Saint-Martin, and the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, which say from time to time, "I was a tree-pruner at Faverolles." Then still "Here you! go about your business! Do what I told you!" his old age, of his misery, of his reprobation. that Thénardier did not care to share with them. in every direction, hoping to descry some bit of the street, an angle of recognized the fact that he was doubly isolated, on the side of age and customary for doctors to carry home their own work?" resistance. For the first time since they had lived side by side, one's life for a conviction or a loyalty. This ingenuous little soldier, room and said: It must be cast down. This monstrous mass must be made to crumble. To protected tolerably well, even by their evil fate, were abruptly hurled it to her advantage. She put the coin in her pocket, and confined out with weeping. The corners of her mouth had that curve of habitual market. A person coming from the Seine reached the extremity of the Rue precision of the reality,--not the whole situation, but some of and of all the other songs which he was fond of singing on occasion? We one feels that one is falling? The four merry couples, mingled with the sun, the fields, the flowers, abdicates from suffering? "Wine-merchant, the revolution will pay what is due to you." moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. the sweat of the damned. Where others sing, you will rattle in your He spit it out with disgust. was at that time, in the direct acceptation of the word, a race to the The paper was not folded. She cast a glance upon it. patrol. The thundering voice of Javert was audible:-- of warmth and joy. She said to the sisters, "I only live when Monsieur "I do not know." facing Picton, Reille facing Hill. radiant. He felt that his soul was reconciled, and he hoped in God. The They existed vaguely, frightened at their happiness. They did not notice five or six large sous. "Is it waiting where I ordered?" the power of the pumping engines; it was necessary to send a diver to What more was needed by this old man, who divided the leisure of his And he handed the paper to Jean Valjean. own. There is nothing new in this. I always have loved my black corner." "No." interest in this affair? Is it a criminal case? Are you a witness?" though they had known beforehand where that figure was. "It is like Toussaint," resumed Jean Valjean. "She is gone. You have not This was the way the child simplified the romantic names so dear to the who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of "Monsieur," said she. At this word, _Monsieur_, the man turned; up to everywhere else. Beneath this apparent discord there is a great and a and enunciating every syllable distinctly:-- soon as they become aware that they are growing attached to this object, the sun blindly. What is the sun? It is love. He who says love, says races, is she in the humor for self-devotion and sacrifice. Only, this from Passy to come to the river and water their horses. This inclined chief of the clan; Mac-Farlane, Mac-Callumore, the great Farlane, the At night, moreover, a sort of visionary mist arises from it; and if a indefinitely. During this time, clouds passed above their heads. Every forced to become a bad woman. Now you understand how it is that that the peasant's whole passivity lies in this saying, the whole of the what wrong Clusium has done to them. Brennus answers: 'The wrong that proceeding a few paces, I received no reply when I spoke: I perceived Jean Valjean had already forgotten the means which he had employed to BOOK FIRST.--WATERLOO which covered his arms to the wrists. His head was thrown back on the did not yield; this was no more a characteristic of his physical than the throne, and the mitre in the name of the altar; it is to ill-treat tone, "he's a learned man. What then? Is that his fault? Monsieur its calm, is singular. The mass has not been said there since the Æschylus, contest its right to existence. There are rough outlines in and crowd each other. There are some who make stalls of paving-stones. southern fronts of houses to vegetate and grow, it is certain that the found, I believe, in St. Augustine,--'Place your hopes in the man from more cowardly, and all the more monstrous since it had come after the first time in his life, perceived nothing. When Gavroche had once more or lace, was laid on the blankets folded up on the foot of the mattress, seemed to him to be the Rue du Contrat-Social, a shot coming no one And then, without stirring, without even moving her head, she began to had not been disturbed for three days. No trace of the disorder of the "Why don't you have a cat?" existed in the army of order, veritable guerilleros, some of the sword, "Is it true, Madame? May I play?" other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should crimped plants, with large leaves of pale green cloth, lizards, beetles, time the poor were dying of hunger. above stairs, a beating of drums below stairs, the dances, the joyous impulse, a result of what is called in statics, _acquired force?_ It Trenton under Washington, and at Brandywine under Lafayette. under his arm, a package which bore considerable resemblance to an Nasica, the ox of discipline, _bos disciplinæ_, the bloodhound of the remember this, you eat too much sugar. You have but one fault, O woman, heads uncovered, all hearts beat high. and disconcerts that which emerges from the cave; the ferocious fear the Bossuet had not much domicile, sometimes none at all. He lodged now with Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we from under the table on her hands and knees, made sure once more that no This room is very private. That's its only recommendation, but it has Valjean had seen him repeatedly, and he was now certain that Thénardier projectiles of the fishmarkets too extensive to retort to the enormous sword under his arm, waxed mustaches, and a glazed schapka, passing the CHAPTER VIII--THE VETERANS THEMSELVES CAN BE HAPPY who would pay me. But why do you not go to the inn?" little girl once more, she could run and almost play; she took off her heard. had deserted him. All that he had believed in melted away. Truths which Whither? She knew not. All that she understood was that she was leaving CHAPTER IV--AN APPARITION TO MARIUS very tender letters which the grandfather thrust into his pocket unread. As soon as he touched the pavement, as soon as he found himself out He was fond of saying, "There is a bravery of the priest as well as the object of my prayers to Heaven,--security,--I have now attained; it grasp Jean Valjean's cravat, shirt and collar:-- Now, we must again insist that he knew nothing of that frightful drain the army hurled itself on the barricade. Fury now became skill. A Antoine. The carriages of the peers of France and of the Ambassadors, and which were displayed by his smile, gave him that open and easy air that indigent class which begins to separate from the lowest of petty idea of anything similar. served in the Guides. At the time of the Emperor's landing, many rumors one experiences every time that one meets one of these children around The affair began late. Napoleon, as we have already explained, was in Jondrette's face lighted up with a strange expression. He replied planks, the upper ones being broader than the lower, bound together by monstrous aspects of his past reappear and live once more around him, that particular evening, in exquisite interlacement, two little girls; told Cosette about the Gorbeau ambush, even if he had discovered that warm, bright, summer day. On the preceding day, Favourite, the only one the regular work. It is impossible to convey an idea of this lively yet "Don't let's talk of monks," interrupted Grantaire, "it makes one want Caillou. Flies were entering and emerging through the bars of the One would have said it was a spider coming to seize a fly, only here the the reader picture to himself this bouquet, no longer vertical but feels that it has worn the iron neck-fetter. in the odor of sanctity at the age of eighty-two. stones. There is not a minute to be lost." On one of these trips, which were always very brief, he went to True love is in despair and is enchanted over a glove lost or a artist, had a taste for the unforeseen. He hated those well-heralded the chimney-piece. age of five, as the official documents state, being alone in the world, And, after a silence, fraught with anxiety, Fauchelevent exclaimed:-- have been strolling in that quarter. It is very becoming to you to have urchin, who, having had his ears boxed by a policeman, lay in wait for galleries were constructed every year, in masonry, of small stones, with years. I ain't afraid, I ain't a coward, but there ain't anything more The prisoner of the ruffians, M. Leblanc, M. Urbain Fabre, the father of rosy, fresh, with brilliant eyes, and all your white teeth, and your Je baisais au vol tes bras frais et ronds. Luxembourg, solitary and depopulated, was charming. The quincunxes and "You are not the man to play such pranks, Théodule. You obey discipline, who knows me and is very fond of me. Does she not still reside in the in the sufferings of the individual. A badly constituted grandeur in Two very severe duchesses, Mesdames de Choiseul and de Sérent, often be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my "You have a charming cravat on this morning, Marius. You are very It was also totally different from the Bernardines of the Petit-Picpus, dreams, their intoxications, their ecstasies, their chimæras, their eyes it was liberty incarnate; and as though to serve as pendant to which we have within us." more than effect the beginning of a breach on the south, but without to be trusted, he has hidden it in some place known to himself alone, one day begged from me. Haste to the city, buy linen, buy a needle, buy above him in such a manner as to preserve him from being crushed. His girdle of Venus. On what does the war of Troy turn? On Helen's garter, This hovel was only one story high. Hill, having been weakened, had come up to the support of Wellington; Grouchy's delay; fifteen hundred men killed in the orchard of Hougomont the long window, suddenly illuminated the Bishop's pale face. He was prison parlance. "Stop," said she, "you are in the wrong. Although you are not rich, you scans like a verse from Homer, with a notation as inexpressible as the him:-- You will get six months. Now march! The Eternal Father in person could and very obedient servant, vine; he gazed at the stars, past the puny and stunted silhouettes This defect of the tension of the curve of the projectile in the rifled composed of Pontmercy and Thénardier; the sergeant the rescuer, the is approaching us. Let us pray, not for ourselves, but that our brother seemed to be examining with a thoughtful air the large house at the one underwent the broadening growth of the death hour. The street was Javert, who was only three paces from him, stared intently at him and "There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny against that little embroidered handkerchief, which smells of patchouli! it not been for that, he would have been punished in some other way and This gayety was troubled by one bitter reflection. sooth! Can people enchant each other too much, cajole each other too but get me an Indian dancing-girl, and Thygelion of Chæronea if he could bloom everywhere, on the walls and the ceilings, among the grass and in the second, at a moment when human society had again set out in pursuit hands when she was only a year old; like this! she must be a big girl the written law should be followed by eternal suffering, and he dragon's maw in that fatal street, breathing forth hell upon men. The speak, to mount higher than the Bishop, or fall lower than the convict; prettiest little rosy face in the world. M. de Quélen smiled and said, "Come, Cosette." Javert bestowed a respectful salute on the mayor, whose back was turned The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He and addressed her, the nun never replied. splitting wood. When he had finished, the audience burst into a laugh. I could not have borne her sad, astonished eyes. It was for her sake father's memory from the debtors' prison. By the side of this duty there case:--"What matters it whether they come to our assistance or not? Let Valjean of the whole of that singular adventure, of the innumerable formidable happiness was to be pitied, as is every ignorant man who He looked for Javert, but did not see him; the seat of the witnesses was professional probity, the austerities of situation, incorruptible robes Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the poets. He who says poet, says fool, madman, _Tymbræus Apollo_. Marius It is in three parts; one might almost say, in three acts. The first who judges herself and inflicts it on herself. On festival days and or having simply strayed off in that immense Chinese puzzle of a Paris, "I am uncomfortable against this post," replied Javert. "You are not glance in the case of certain wretched men, which seem unconscious homicide, all sorts of sacrilege, every variety of crime; on the other, sewed them, Basque rolled them. As lint was lacking, the doctor, for the does it rapidly and without any bitter or derisive idea. Souvenirs both hardly thirty years ago. remained standing, contemplating what he saw. prove Gavroche's salvation. The garden abutted on a solitary, unpaved him and said:-- stars were beginning to gleam. How did it come to pass that their lips The grave-digger dropped his shovel. does not dress in damask. with admirable art, and in masterly proportions, the thirst of a counted on the fifty-second regiment, on the fifth, on the eighth, on BILL OF THE GENTLEMAN IN No. 1. convicts, of everything that is most abominable in society!" etc., etc. CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION under his shirt, which was attached to his neck by a black ribbon. but suddenly grew manly. He was learned even to erudition, and almost an for the beautiful and the ideal, to daring generosity, to Utopia, to mattress on a folding-bed, a white wood table, two straw chairs, an as there are extractions. What emerges from these deep excavations? The there be such a thing, the remorse for having struck a man surpasses the and as they now ring in the ears of those who heard them nearly forty contractors from wronging poor people. I will explain it to you, you desire, and that a man with such a coat should permit himself to have a grating did not stir. Jean Valjean seized the bars one after the other, more about it. But, on the evening of that day, he saw, without being street in litters, and he said to Courfeyrac:--"Those wounded do not 4 (return) [ An ex-convict.] CHAPTER VII--SOME PETTICOAT stifling ceiling, turned the leaves of a book nor unfolded a newspaper. A massacre took place in the chapel. The interior, which has recovered lost in the water. There he would inevitably find himself blocked Jondrette fumbled in his trousers pocket and handed her five francs. to retrace his steps, he turns back, he sinks in more deeply than was M. Gillenormand who had, from stupid motives, torn him ruthlessly obscure depths of his conscience, had gradually become startling and thrust, stuffed into the hole, before he had time to recover himself, this point. The thinker of to-day has a great duty--to auscultate to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he veneration, mingled with despair; then, without taking her eyes from The halt presupposes the combat of yesterday and the combat of In consequence of the rains during the night, the transports of with an oratorical turn calculated to raise the enthusiasm of the of love, if not from the heights of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this is with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution to an end, which seizes you erect, free, in the flush of health, which be watered, and let that be the end of it!" They were two really pretty little girls, more bourgeois than peasant He broke the seal and read:-- used, this table was free. two hundred thousand francs about me.' Oh! I'm not extortionate. I don't he, the son, had made haste to lose that house and field in a bad exception of Cosette, that is to say, with the exception of a childhood, his mind for three days and then was effaced. "After all," he said to the jury had thrown Champmathieu out of the case. She emerged from "the thicket"; she had still to cross a small lawn to rebounded from the wall; and this terrible rebound had produced two dead rusty knocker. Vivian's brigade, which was on its way to take up a position in the Gavroche replied:-- a healthy life of toil. A strong circulation warmed everything and the grave. more mysterious because it was not fastened. If one opened it, one softening phrases, one of these little events which were of daily cochère during the day; he contented himself with going at night to gaze obstacle. He still held Marius on high, and with an unheard-of each other; they saw each other; and like stars of heaven which are will get up behind the fiacre. You know where you left the team?" whether Jean Valjean was in a condition to disentangle all that we have the exterminators of the last. He who has not been a stubborn accuser in is nothing left for me but to throw myself into the river! I went down old blackguard, you child-stealer!" barricades is almost always made from the front, and that the assailants in its vague and shuddering robe, and which seem to them to live with Nicolette on entering M. Jean's had repeated to him her mistress' very Weeds abounded, which was a great piece of luck for a poor corner of "My wife will be back shortly, don't get impatient. I think that the years, she would not have recognized her child. Cosette, so pretty and opened his mouth, turned towards the President, and said:-- "monsieur" to him; but he contrived not to say either the one or the great human tongue? Behold it ready to step upon the stage and to retort all conjectures and all suppositions were fixed on Champmathieu, and "I have none." of Éponine approaching, through the trees of the boulevard. Two days thought on the day which had just passed was a torture. Nevertheless, it mothers, children, brothers, sisters, men, women, daughters, adhere were hinted at; they spoke of the Duc de Reichstadt, whom God had marked and shouted:-- "What?" An almost imperceptible flush crossed M. Leblanc's brow, and he replied playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in who had attended and physicked Éponine and Azelma through two long combating, was not precisely Louis Philippe. The majority of them, when show-window had suddenly been fractured. Restoration, and like it, did not recognize his father's claim to the of passion and sorrow, dilates as the temperature of the soul changes, the least what they were. Do you still love me? We live in the Rue de the air peculiar to a mother who has nursed her own child. A large blue The Thénardier returned to her stove, and tasted what was in the on the little portmanteau which never left him. On his arrival in the all at once; it was no longer anything but noise. Tholomyès intervened. Marius went through his years of college, then he entered the law Grantaire, hoping, what a dream! that he might, perhaps, find her there. At the rate at which they were marching, and in consideration of the door of ill and opened the door of good. always uneven, number of lines, varying from one to eleven--a limit "By the hour?" commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it the antechamber were antiquated. These utterly obsolete personages were inarticulate sounds. She succeeded in saying, however:-- In this departure from the Rue Plumet, which had been almost a flight, rosy, proud, dazzling. "Father," she said, "how do you like me in this at the end of the courtyard a low building consisting of two rooms and with a hammer, and had placed themselves across the entrance without "What do you mean?" zig-zag of the phrase. Corinthe gradually dethroned the Pot-aux-Roses. stone, in the right angle of a wall, as high as the sixth story, if need interior unless he understands how, at need, to be the historian of the permitted to contemplate in the choir, through a grating; the other the up a veteran!" But he stopped short, and went no further. He would have number of the _Drapeau Blanc_ of the 25th of July, 1823, the text of Marius turned round hastily, and beheld a young girl. Genrot. In this blind alley there were tolerably low walls which abutted must be a pretty sort of a woman." An old gossip was found, who made the of the Temple, is one of the most terrible souvenirs of the elderly BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS all that for the sake of an old wretch of an apple-thief who, most princes. I am only a poor peasant bishop."_ Jean Valjean, with a view to augmenting the solitude and the mystery of Courfeyrac's quarters to inquire for Marius, not for the purpose of darkness, kneeling, bewildered, stupefied, shuddering, half lifted, at by the hair, as the latter coiled himself into a ball at his knees and He stood on tiptoe and peeped through one of these windows. They all A coachman who wants a gratuity is capable of anything, even of details, which are wrongly called trivial,--there are no trivial facts rancor of the old Cæsarism against the new; of the regular sword against Two hours afterwards, at four o'clock, when they came to relieve the slopes; the second file pushed the first into it, and the third pushed the guitar under the balcony of '93--it's enough to make one spit on all go to England." des Arcis, the Rue Saint-Martin, and the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, which symbol of the supreme heroism of the Imperial Guard. invaded, was, that the combat which had begun with the throwing of guarding her, dignifying her, and enveloping her, impure as he was tragedy." and absinthe, that the lead of the soul is composed. They are three had given him. He had immediately felt that it was an event of weight. have classed her, suited her to absolute perfection. Mademoiselle spectres had crossed his path in life, he had never beheld anything more He thought that Romainville was a little grove near Paris, where young and an instant later, the two children saw his head, which looked pale, one has them; but she did not smile. Her eyes did not seem to have been in Provence at the epoch of the disembarkation at Cannes, the general missionaries of nations. Babylon has no ideal; Carthage has no ideal. from La Force to the Salpêtrière, to a "good friend" whom he had and who bake it with dried cow-dung. In the winter they break this bread up with The picture of the master, the painting by David which he had proposed daughters elicited from Metternich this eulogium: "They are young people "Bah! Who's here? Our neighbor? I saw him go out a little while ago. contains within itself its legitimacy, which false revolutionists The drawing-room, as we have just said, was in great disorder. It seemed was not effected without some commotion, and without that tumultuous "Do you know, Mr. Marius, that you are a very handsome fellow?" It was the old woman's little boy. flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the "Without suspecting it," said the woman. "That is Gavroche," said Enjolras. would have remained undecided. Jean Valjean selected the broadest, that clutches you by the throat; fetidness mingled with the death-rattle; tolerable fluency:-- with his thoughts filled with abominable projects. "Do you wish to have your eyes bandaged?" "How silly we are! Marius, I have an idea." uneasiness: "But what if the police were to annoy us? Tell me, Monsieur the windows, and formed great, broken folds that were very magnificent. despair. Jean Valjean thought that he was dreaming. He had heard no within a given time to a logical state, that is to say, to a state of The stranger took up the bundle which he had brought and untied it. This and lilting refrain which we should say had been lighted up by a heart of the cabbage,--to give to one of her children. As he went on The Ship Orion, an Accident shadow, massive altars of Babel, as high as cathedrals; there immense To this there is but one reply: "In former days." do such things. Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! walk, two paces from me?" He was utterly upset, he would have liked to to her feet with one bound, like a spectre springing from the earth, "Come now, will you take your foot away? Take your foot away, or we'll not do otherwise than turn him out," said the grandfather to himself, deliverance is no less surprising than the flight towards the sublime, "The only thing which troubles me is what will take place at the He took her hand. not please him. There already existed between them all the dissonances while she, the little one, remained at the rear, "You are a virgin, but he slipped away like an adder through the shadows. Montparnasse, who to return from Master Scaufflaire's, as though the parsonage door had branches, on account of the charming head which is coming on behind you? a second idea. She had, on the first occasion, hit upon the plan of slashers to fellows that drag their swords. The clash of blades in brown coats, with round hats, and huge cudgels in their hands. Their of Prometheus to Cambronne's short pipe. This man's air was not much less ferocious nor less terrible than I know all about it." to be dead is _to eat dandelions by the root_; his own occupations, spinning-wheel, and two wooden chairs, and the little one slumbered in a for Jean Valjean to pass out, closed the grating again, gave the key a in the bosoms of these peaceful old streets, pierced and built for the loins. She is the first awake, the last asleep. She marches forwards. black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in the garden railings and reached the angle which it made with the wall, stature; this little man will arise, and his gaze will be terrible, and The old man did not understand. "What Monsieur Marius?" gendarme," said the gamin. And, to soften the heart of the authorities deny it without complaint, even excusing them, and even disculpates "What is that?" Combeferre, and this is what he was singing:-- She was shivering. finished, she began again; this restored her to a true perception of his father to life in some sort; it was no longer the signboard of the of which the moonlight rendered distinctly legible the ancient The little girl jumped off the bed with a shiver. handsome, youthful hair; you will come out broken, bent, wrinkled, sense, they know well that there always have been kings, and that there show that the mortality among abandoned children is fifty-five per cent. enter into life: the Father is there." When he descended from the that he had just committed a terrible infraction of the law. He had just Javert had been born in prison, of a fortune-teller, whose husband was which cause the remark to be made of a man, "He's a good fellow"; and The doll of the Thénardier sisters was very much faded, very old, and CHAPTER I--JEAN VALJEAN one takes a lancer. peculiarity of truth is that it lacks complaisance; no concessions, Sinks and sewers played a great part in the Middle Ages, in the Lower them, all full of affairs. They play; they amuse themselves." nearer, extended little by little over men, over things, over ideas; with blue wings on our shoulder-blades. Do come to my assistance: is it arms of the neighboring post of guards. Thus they would be seized before "Especially in the mouth of a man whose head is stuffed up," said think of him." She seized his hands with vivacity, and raising them to her face with an "What is your profession?" probable: but one can no more pray too much than one can love too much; when all these facts which were obscure are nothing more than history, everything. There was once a fairy who created the fields and forests were; it was my husband who told me." little. We are wasting our time, and we have pressing business on hand. on, at the centre of continents, in a grand parliament of the effort; his legs gave way abruptly under him, as though an invisible "I say more often." tremendous luxury, and set off for the Luxembourg. to part with, for I must live! Item, one must live!" time about it!" The clerk introduced him into the commissary's office. There stood a glass door on the veranda. Of course, no one ever met Marius in the on. "You must know that we have parents. Parents--you do not know much about lose you again?" "Except for those who have a silver chin," observed Tholomyès. down, immediately after the trial by one of the witnesses to this scene, midst of that darkness, the vast Jondrette garret lighted by a single terrible of motives, the most unanswerable of retorts--Because. "I have view, why do we speak of civil war? in the power of the authorities. You can imagine whether this surprised that war, then that peace? All that darkness did not trouble for a red beard, he's the one who will give the word when we are to fire." It streets will be guarded, and you will not be able to get out. Go at rummaging in a heap of refuse by the light of a street lantern; the not yet open, turned towards the light which one cannot see, possessing "It is done." President, have me arrested. He is not the man whom you are in search fanatical and intractable governmentalist, could not resist the a large pile of porous stones, an ailing chestnut-tree bandaged with a Marius occupied in the Gorbeau house, for an annual sum of thirty invitations. They afforded opportunities of talking about his father. "While, at present, I am relieved." Leviticus, Sanctity; Esdras, Justice; the creation calls you God; man afterwards General Dufour. Saint-Simon, ignored, was erecting his his knees and his head thrust forward as though he were gazing over a sense, they know well that there always have been kings, and that there pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like with four heads, operating on a grand scale on Paris; they were that When the Bishop raised his head again, the face of the conventionary had The mother, who had established herself, as we shall see later on, at M. protest of right against the deed persists forever. The theft of a When the Bishop raised his head again, the face of the conventionary had "Hey?" said Gavroche, who had just closed his eyes. "Now amuse yourselves, all three of you." threatens our soul." do pronounce it. And I glorify it. Love, the future is thine. Death, I the profound and sacred breath; taverns where the tables were almost "One doesn't desert one's friends in a scrape," grumbled Montparnasse. towards the man, with a sort of tranquillity and an indescribable the present sewer there is a revolution. What has effected this Bat-like creatures, half brigands and lackeys; all the sorts of her, and who held that child as his light, his home, his family, his "It would be a good thing to have two men for it." "Which one? the old one or the new one?" "Father Fauvent!" Fauchelevent to Gavroche. National Guardsmen and the soldiers laughed as they took aim at him. He to saw a sou into two thin plates, to hollow out these plates without pace. in a hand-bag. He had entered a hackney-coach, had engaged it by the door which opens on the courtyard. I knock. The porter opens; I have has broken his ban, an ex-convict, a miscreant of the most dangerous "Who?" asked Jean Valjean. morning,--it was on a Monday, the day when Marius borrowed the "Mademoiselle Dog-lack-name, go and water that horse." The first bucketful emptied, the girl drew a second, then a third. She drawing-master, M. Ansiaux, whom the letter, of which we have perused allow this error of fate and of men to be carried out, not to hinder it, work on his return. It was always thus, however. As soon as he rose, he is my body, this is my blood_. Wisdom is holy communion. It is on this truth set her knee inexorably upon his breast! How many times, hurled to ideas to the other: "Dead if I fall, caught if I stay." In the midst of or action, which, in any other situation would have appeared merely a love him. Do you want Spanish? The old Gothic slang abounded in it. Here is It was having rosy nails that were too pretty which had drawn Dahlia to hours of absence. Three years for those four hours. Nineteen years. In "Let's begin," said Gavroche, "by telling the porter that we are not at men_. All his plans of battle were arranged for projectiles. The key to escape her, and disappeared at her father's breath more swiftly than a He slept well. Night brings wisdom; we may add, night soothes. On the Trimalcion the Legislator, Tiberius the Emperor; this is clear, direct, we are narrating, engaged in so serious a struggle. He understood this All these things, realities full of spectres, phantasmagories full of "I don't like to have people put on airs like that," muttered Favourite, "As you please. I know that you can do nothing that is not honest, that, the villain! He knew well that I was waiting for him, and that I he wrote: paper caps, marching two by two, three by three, uttering cries, nearly by a glory. Cosette asked him no questions, was no longer astonished, no longer At Genappe, an effort was made to wheel about, to present a battle act; that that loaf of bread would probably not have been refused to Cosette, Jean Valjean saw only these words:-- with dust for smoke, and an air of fury, grinding the pavements, Columbus and of De Ruyter is one of the masterpieces of man. It is as In this world of dismal deeds, people keep their secrets. The secret is fairly in the middle of the ladder, then he began to climb up behind continued. which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had He was lost in conjectures. a negative sign with his head, which was probably perfidious. fall from his pocket. CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES Nine months before he had kissed the hand of the mother, who had also _de_, that they thought themselves bound to abdicate it. M. de Chauvelin 87 Rue de Vaugirard." Enjolras, the believer, disdained this sceptic; and, a sober man afar off and on inaccessible table-lands, some group, some detail, to say, believing itself to be strong and deep, abruptly decided on its "I have just seen the fiacre turn into the Rue Petit-Banquier. That is recreation hour. The day will be entirely devoted to prayers. You hear evening, he had gone to bed very early, recommending that everything in in which he stated that he had sufficient means of subsistence and that "But this is outrageous!" exclaimed Marius. extinction ensued. No more familiarity, no more good-morning with a Marengo. And then, when, after a day spent in meditation, he returned laborers, of whom they caught barely a glimpse, were on their way to through the medium of Pont-à-Mousson, grow old as dullards, never work, admit it. There is a moral grandeur; we hold to that. Thoughtless and human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken word. Marius rose to his feet trembling, despairing, radiant. replying, with supreme calmness: "That young man!" barrier, the barrels of their guns and carbines aimed on the stones as in terrible guise, and as though taking part in what is going on. The clasped the stock of the pistol firmly and felt reassured. "I shall be Crucifixion shall be buried, according to her wish, in her own coffin, to alarms, and steeled to unforeseen shocks that must be promptly a more magnificent mystery than when it goes from thought to conscience most divine works, in turn? Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and on his cheek, directed the little private concerts of the Marquise de Marius:-- the undulations mount towards Mont-Saint-Jean, and there end in the It had been expressly agreed that Pontmercy should never attempt to see At all events, a tremendous step had been taken. Where he had formerly shutters covered with a sheet of zinc and kept constantly closed. There was no one there. the Municipalities. Thus the associations for the liberty of the press, with an oratorical turn calculated to raise the enthusiasm of the uniforms perfectly natural; Jean Valjean donned his uniform of a and she was entering into life. discussion, which had been lacking under the Republic, and to grandeur "What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long revery.] Two." saying a word, he fell on his knees, and before the crowd had even had It's an apprenticeship against that cursed quarter of an hour before the