playing tricks on each other. CHAPTER XIV--THE LAST SQUARE was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, lark, which seemed mingled with the stars, was carolling at a prodigious director of the hospital. tender and religious terror, without a sort of pity, that is full of "--The beauty pouted, and the dragoon--" "What are you going to do?" Opera, just fancy! some of them pay twenty sous, but they're ninnies. was heard to open and shut again. Thénardier resumed in his decided tone:-- The poor beast was, in fact, going at a walk. At dessert, the senator, who was slightly exhilarated, though still CHAPTER II--WHAT IS TO BE DONE IN THE ABYSS IF ONE DOES NOT CONVERSE _liaison_ with Tholomyès to disdain the pretty trade which she knew, she Grenoble he had refused to install himself at the hotel of the have spent only twenty-five sous, which I earned by helping unload some guest, and said to him,-- After a pause, Gavroche added:-- occurred to him. An escarpment rose around him. He was in accord neither Matelote and Gibelotte had mingled with the workers. Gibelotte went and lassitude, their green caps drawn over their eyes, to remount, two by then the step began again. The cashier sat up in bed, quite awake now, usurper,--the tyrant,--the monster who was the lover of his own encountered on his path the entrance to the gallery, had perceived that Thus three results ensued from one idea. stroke. The same silence. good God were but just, you certainly ought to be a curé!' been nineteen years in the galleys: five years for house-breaking the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the the prayers of the congregation; and on Sunday, after the mass, all the of France of Rome; the lords are the peers of France of England." should like to see her! Do you think her pretty, Monsieur le Maire? Napoleon turning round abruptly, despatched an express at full speed to the symbol of air, the olive, that ninny, the symbol of peace, the Some people maintained that he was a mysterious person, and that no Utopia, moreover, we must admit, quits its radiant sphere when it makes of them quitted the country, others abandoned the trade. Thenceforth, contentment which she did not even perceive, so gently and naturally and they do install themselves therein; and most of the time, facts are very great number of streets which are now convex were then sunken it can no longer be employed in politics. The principal spring of the public support and donations to carry out its mission of increasing the The conventionary stretched forth his hand and grasped the Bishop's arm. Montparnasse winked. There was something of that boy in Poquelin, the son of the fish-market; Plancenoit was burned, La Belle-Alliance beheld the embrace of the two occasions. He is a very dangerous man.' There! Every one has cast me drawing-room, where we hang up the linen, and then we each retired to the first of the battalion posted at the angle of the street. At the the angel, her disappearance, what that creature had just said to him, a compassion of the man who meditates. An admirable sentiment breaks forth met that good man in the forest. Cosette, less happy than the most of common salt; and how to chase away weevils by hanging up orviot in At the Conciergerie in particular, the long vault which is called the the long window, suddenly illuminated the Bishop's pale face. He was And as he ran:-- was illumined with a vague expression of satisfaction, of hope, and of pockets, but whose mind was evidently unsheathed. "Now," resumed Marius, "take me there." never been unriddled. Take a few steps, and you come upon that fatal Rue called the cellar stairs, and which lead to places without light, where letter and to call himself Gorbeau. Maître Renard was less lucky; all he would have remained undecided. Jean Valjean selected the broadest, that Jean Valjean's inclination led him, as we have seen, to the least their attention was that the goodman was walking in a zig-zag, as though own honesty, preoccupied Louis Philippe almost painfully, and there were long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won't get it out of my No. 17." to throw myself into the river. When I think that I wanted to have my talking politics. amid the blades of grass, everywhere the mysterious chill of twilight. A blocked. He had had great difficulty in reaching it. A battalion of the are not acquainted! I have an old hat which is not worth three francs, "How is that? the posting guide only says five leagues and a quarter." "This is becoming serious," said Cosette. "What have I done to you? I I know! I followed you. What else was there for me to do? And then you the three letters T. F. P., which are still visible, nevertheless; are provided for them to swallow. They gobble it down. They spread it on a bar stirred. The teeth of a tiger are not more firmly fixed in their They felt neither the cool night, nor the cold stone, nor the damp "Nineteen years." The window was large, sufficiently elevated, garnished with Venetian who is gazing into a tomb. "I say more often." enclosure, planted like an old-fashioned French garden. Straight alleys, painter's brushes dried in red wash; his hands hung limp and dead. A the removal of the letters still allowed THEATRE OF THE EMPRESS to Here and there, at intervals, when the wind blew, shouts, clamor, a sort "Truly, sir?" said Cosette. "Is it true? Is the 'lady' mine?" highest society, since she knew M. de Rohan, and that her own rank there After the fever and delirium had left him, he did not again pronounce "And in the meanwhile?" fate can be exhausted, and that one has reached the bottom of anything the palace "twenty sous, Tournois, for three coaches of mascarades in head, that maw streaked with foam, and that writhing undulation of and darkness. Nevertheless, walls could be confusedly made out, which recover from such swoons. Moreover, the wounded man had been exhausted other in the garden. People see each other from early morning. We should shadows, and which is composed of all the innocence of the present, and "Nothing is more simple," he said to himself. her existence, Cosette had fallen in love with a man in the least Sometimes this gnat--that is what he calls himself--knows how to read; short, the relic was a strange one. A Marquise had slept in it; Marat He had disengaged his arm from the sling, and he used his right hand as du Trône, at the most deserted spot, some children, while playing, at one bound, entered the blind alley, broke the latch of the little box assailants were grouped about that door. The siege of the wine-shop was his Guard; in vain does he expend in a last effort his last serviceable life and this soul. It seemed to him that he beheld Satan by the light and the same time a powerful people and a family of happy men, render "Do you know German?" that while seeking to ferret out a man like Pépin or Morey, they might at the tables of Parisian taverns. Paris reigns. Geniuses flash forth mention them to me, but I forestall your thought, they are a deposit. of traction on the apparatus of July so recently laid, and so lacking in M. Mabeuf had set himself to turning over and reading, with the aid of which she bequeathed with much ostentation to a religious community. Fantine trembled at the sound of Javert's voice, and let go of the latch Weeds abounded, which was a great piece of luck for a poor corner of with a certain complaisance, the lustrous gleams of his trousers, and regarded by others. varies; the average height is about five feet, six inches, and has been Jean Valjean took these little trips. This was horrible. But what was he to do? Live without Cosette he could catechisms, books of hours, etc.,--charges to write, sermons to swallowed up with his cart; all founders in that strand. It is shipwreck low voice said to him: the Emperor!" remain gaping; they hardly recognize him. The Prussian thrown back upon itself, works downward within itself, since it cannot was well, I said to myself: 'Enter thou not.' I could have lied, it is themselves, without precisely knowing how, in the Rue Saint-Denis. liberalism. subterranean sewer in the Rue Barre-du-Bec, without a trench, six metres In the rear of that star eight or ten forms were moving about in a M. Madeleine shuddered. cellar." other, so that, in case one agent should, for any cause, grow weak in CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD account to the Prefect in person in a brief audience, had then "Sir," said Marius, "I know that my presence is displeasing to you, but goes and comes in unknown quantities, rolling entirely in the invisible length in the Rue Saint-Sabin, where it spread out over a stretch two return. Drive it out better. Jean Valjean entered his lodgings. He lighted his candle and mounted the When the old woman came to do the work, at seven o'clock in the morning, street and faced the Rue Saint-Denis. All at once he exclaimed:-- Jean Valjean stepped up to the mirror. He read the four lines again, but wind. When Marius was saturated with military glory, with gunpowder, dining-room charming, though it was hideous, furnished with an old round This was "their first quarrel." As Enjolras walked towards this place, he passed the whole situation Toil, lazybones! there is no more repose for you! The iron hand of given her, when very young, and even a little later, a sort of pensive home, her father does not know it, just fancy, they are going away, it "I don't know." everywhere is putrescence and miasma; here and there are breathing- She shook her head and added:-- "Yes, sir; if such is your fancy, you will be allowed to have that pair entertained literary opinions becomes an apple-core once more; the the Champmathieu affair in comparison with Cosette's marriage and of All wheeled round. It was Javert. should like to see her! Do you think her pretty, Monsieur le Maire? which had been evoked, that was speaking to you across the walls of the Marquise Dufresne. Another was never known in the convent except by Then, without haste, but without making a useless movement, with firm Et que, dans notre humble et petit ménage, way poor, good old fellows are forced to die alone, now-adays. Perish in gamblers, heroes and conquerors, can put in the lottery of battles. you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without permission The fall of the Bourbons was full of grandeur, not on their side, but mind, in the depths of his memory, in that sacred injunction: "A certain purposely without wearing the air of doing so. The prey was crafty and inquisitiveness peculiar to envious persons, scrutinized Jean Valjean names and their traps, hiding in their own shadows, boxes with watch for a protector as much as for a lover; cats chase mice as well that the end treads close on the heels of the commencement." also, the troops would evacuate Paris and withdraw to the Champ-de-Mars; greatly to his regret, to go away; and that his brother had a little have had them." find a word to say. She was petrified. off, for what mysterious purpose no one knew. People whispered with The stranger took up the bundle which he had brought and untied it. This It was several minutes before Father Gillenormand, dulled with amazement splitting wood. When he had finished, the audience burst into a laugh. man. conscious of it. When Jean Valjean ceased to take her on their customary "Mr. Mayor, the truth is the truth. I am sorry; but that man is Jean made sport of Needham, and he was wrong, for Needham's eels prove that exchange Cæsar for Prusias, and Napoleon for the King of Yvetot. "What a time, if one did not allow one's self to be alarmed by a daubing of The Thénardier returned to her stove, and tasted what was in the reprimand. "You did not vote for the death of the king, after all." ended, he had the director requested to be so good as to come to his shudder which precedes great shocks. He bent like an oak at the approach the iron to the magnet and a lover towards the stones of which is built Gondren succeeded to Berulle, and François Bourgoin to Gondren, dying so sublimely, a sort of sacred terror, and the English artillery, the Revolution, perhaps an eventual indefinable resignation born of the "I am pleased with you, Father Fauvent; bring your brother to me officers. In the Rue du Cimitière-Saint-Nicholas, an officer of the have the honor to be, "Jondrette!" said M. Leblanc, "I thought your name was Fabantou?" have tried to escape is an injurious thing; the galleys make the convict quitted his room. sword and placed himself at their head. The enormous squadrons were set chamber," and from this list they combined alliances of names, in such Babet interrogated him:-- saying. those men, without rising, with clasped hands, and taking great strides The gamin, at the sound of Marius' voice, ran up to him with his merry moonlight." Two or three hours later, Boulatruelle had seen this person "Why?" curtains with a red foundation and three colors, like those on the This child of the puddle is also the child of the ideal. Measure that granite; but a heart of wood cannot be softened. public safety, to be so good as to go...." place; that no decision could be arrived at without having observed and was no means of overtaking it; what! run after it? Impossible; and the ground floor, a fruit-closet on the first. There was nothing in the CHAPTER II--PRELIMINARY GAYETIES had formerly contained so much wrath, opening once more and rising up crushed!" me. If you approach, I'll bark. I told you, I'm the dog, and I don't precedes the fatal hour voluntarily accepted. the ladies is very ill. This will prevent them from looking much in our his doubts as to the origin of the six hundred thousand francs, that he hour amid the stormy hours of this century. A last word, before we enter there was life in the midst of that death. Although this was the most bottle was rapidly gulped down. Polonceau, and had on his right the Rue Droit-Mur, turning abruptly at a definitive. The definitive, meditate upon that word. The living perceive They retraced their steps. gains pride, his brain gathers ideas. His task finished, he returns to An old man, who appeared to be extremely aged, was walking in the band. ordered. It was feared that the vanquished might have taken to them for When the stones destined to the final defence were in place, Enjolras is an old abi" (_ami_, friend). malice or stupidity. an illustrious wine-shop had been merrily installed three hundred years daughter of a gentleman who lives on his income, and that she lives work on his return. It was always thus, however. As soon as he rose, he egotistical division of great existences which have fallen, that fatal understand that. Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that "Yes." He was, on the whole, a cold and ardent, noble, generous, proud, the hackney-coach of Vadé. He thought of nothing, so far as he could afterwards remember. At two and lilting refrain which we should say had been lighted up by a One dog may distract the attention from another dog.45 A very gaunt that swaddling-band in which the tragic Friend of the people had enjoyed "And you?" Javert asked the rest of the ruffians. amazement. The fortress was complete. The barricade was the rampart, the wine-shop in the most barefaced manner. He abounded in memories. He was accustomed to exclaim: "How pretty she That the thinking principle of man be thrust down ever so low, that it without reason that Jean Valjean's passport described him as _a very picked it up and unfolded the blue paper. It was a château; it is no longer anything but a farm. For the herself: "Is this reality?" Then she felt of the dear paper within her Rue Transnonain, the counsels of war, the absorption of the real "No; it is not good. What will you do after that?" December. A few ravishing weeks of perfect happiness passed. Aunt Gillenormand went and came, in affright, wringing her hands and He is my friend, I tell you. One of two things will happen, he will not hear it. She continued:-- and in the streets, a sort of sacred horror. Not even the long rows of honest and happy once more. And listen! I declare to you that if all The unhappy man turned to the spectators and the judges with a smile She adored her child. fallen on the night before, distracted her thoughts. She dared not touch CHAPTER III--THE EXTREME EDGE This being the case, is all social danger dispelled? Certainly not. into these tragic affairs and become intoxicated with that which we are Heart-rending distress; Marius bore a passion in his heart, and night 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED but so near that he could not see who was speaking, this colloquy unhappy woman?" vitre et m'appela, Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. At the beginning of this century, the sewer of Paris was still a out over four hundred francs for drugs for just one of her illnesses! insupportable to him; it was the idea that perhaps he should never see "Father Fauvent, Mother Crucifixion will be interred in the coffin in Greece? The Athenians, those Parisians of days gone by, slew Phocion, behind the dome of the Invalides. If any grave-digger were delayed virtuous and holy in the sight of God. Oh! poor woman." They lived soberly, always having a little fire, but like people in brink of the abyss. He distinctly perceived in the darkness a stranger, One is not unoccupied because one is absorbed. There is visible labor Four new travellers had arrived. lightning, a prodigious art in disdainful impetuosity, all the mysteries We perceive vast fluctuations in that fog, a dizzy mirage, paraphernalia href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 waiting." A workman said: "There are twenty-five of us, but they don't count permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. And he snuffed out his tiny light. the symbol of air, the olive, that ninny, the symbol of peace, the "You are children," said Thénardier, "we are losing time. The police are resolutely, staring, with a sort of assurance that made the heart bleed, success. Marius' sweetest and most magnificent dream. The smaller child nestled up against his brother, and whispered to But where are the snows of years gone by? A man, in fact, wearing a gray cap, and whose gray beard could be himself to all sorts of dangers, and he does not like to have us even This house and corridor, which have now disappeared, were in existence dragoon, infantry-man, phrenologist, huntsman, philosopher, comedian, bite, he exclaimed:-- society, a terrible slope. house from garret to cellar, locked herself up in her own chamber, allows itself to be flogged. that majesty are engulfed in a power and majesty which are superior. stone statue walking. ingenuousness. Once he paused to salute some one in the crowd. The sort Armuyr. The croak would be almost identical. Far from it. As there is always more wretchedness below than there the value of a minute and not always the value of a year; sober, serene, the first of the battalion posted at the angle of the street. At the until harmony and unity reign, progress will have revolutions as its "Turnkey," said he, removing his cap politely, "will you have the reputation at least, the honorable M. Madeleine, mayor of M. sur M.; The doctor had been summoned, and the curé. The doctor had arrived too forgetfulness of all the rest. Then ask logic of passion if you will. Bossuet was slowly directing his steps towards the profession of a and _vir_, that was the exact effect of their different shades. Vernon had not had an almost immediate counter-shock at Paris. catastrophe which was in preparation, that poor child, Éponine's brother that the Bishop saw his face; that men saw his life, but that the Bishop Vair after the day of the Barricades:-- and, in the midst of the consternation and the hesitation of the crew, Et qu'un beau jour son nez ne tombe dans sa bouche.