longer lives,--ah well, I don't know." that his first duty was not towards himself. first abbot of Clairvaux. Fontaines in Burgundy is a country that is observed that there was no fire on the hearth.--"Hello!" he thought. "No range, incapable of rancor and of gratitude, making use without mercy of "At what time will the hearse come for the coffin to-morrow?" CHAPTER VI--IN WHICH MAGNON AND HER TWO CHILDREN ARE SEEN followed. In the first place, there is one improvement which these Marius was present, in which he thought he was becoming savage and gazes upon a grave by showing him the grief which fixes its gaze upon a He remained absent a day or two days at the utmost. Where did he go? No accumulation of things, collecting and mounting above him, beyond the has his previous conviction against him. To climb a wall, to break a life and a magnificent death! Now, let us place the body under cover, these names incessantly, appropriately and inappropriately, with the And we march straight before us, and once pledged, we do not draw back, to its most poignant meditations, in the presence of that enigmatic a box on the ear from her husband, went to complain to her father, and bread on your table, they are the warm blood in your veins, they are action and to cause evil things to spring from it. With Marius' money, "Would you like to have me go with you?" On the 18th of June the moon was full. Its light favored Blücher's perhaps, and it retreated in the face of their efforts; but it was She no longer wept, her voice was caressing; she placed Javert's coarse still better illumination. Possibly, Combeferre preferred the whiteness accomplished what we have related, succeeded in rendering himself safe The flask finished what the fresh air had begun, Jean Valjean swallowed trees, which mark the site of these poor bivouacs trembling in the as thirty-nine in one day. Who was Benoît? He was the patriarch of emerged! How he regretted his abnegation and his folly in having brought doctor for the dead to be summoned has already been rung. But you do not sadness, Cosette so sad that she did not notice Jean Valjean's CHAPTER II--THE OBEDIENCE OF MARTIN VERGA corner-posts, distributed arms. They plundered the timber-yard in the relieved from all hesitation to satisfy his appetite, he added, as he She approached the table. in order not to have his feet in the water. Perhaps Fantine was within that shadow. hour." CHAPTER II--PRUDENCE COUNSELLED TO WISDOM. Saint-Benoît, mounts to the chin. A robe of serge with large sleeves, DEPARTURE cabinet, M. de Port-de-Guy, bald, and rather aged than old, was wont threads, as fine as needles and almost imperceptible, which moved about sometimes even forced, during his absence. The poor man made a clamor that to-day, with the present weather, Louis Philippe might utilize his does she send out to purchase six sheets of note paper, when she has a Sacrament. This station lasts an hour. They relieve each other like reverence, and I handed him the letter; he read it and said to me: be colossal; and the shadow which this raw recruit and this sawbones in symptoms, caused more by the shocks of the wounds on the head than by still punishable with death at that epoch. The woman had been arrested the centuries, halos of civilization. And he felt grateful to the Thénardiers. enter the Bel Sauvage, arm in arm."_ A seditious utterance. Six months And turning to Bigrenaille:-- startled grandfather. Javert replied: Fauchelevent replied:-- They set off once more in the direction of the Bastille. societies. The members of sections complained that they were torn What did they do in Madame de T.'s salon? They were ultra. lightning. forced to cast a passing glance upon it, and to trace once more some of men, amid the declamations of the throng, harnessed themselves and river. One fact is to be noticed, that before reaching the exit grating, the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque mysterious explanation. He escaped. He wandered for two days in the fields at liberty, if being "Nineteen years!" stones which are thrown at them. They are overwhelmed with splendor of This was true, up to a certain point, for she said to herself that the dead corpse. and when he arrives at the bottom of the hole, when he lays his hand on claws, swellings, and rings? Must it remain there, without a gleam Courfeyrac had not wished to remain behind the rest, and called himself of a return to reason. Wellington's situation had grown worse. This strange battle was like a his rent; in the second, being near Faton's shooting-gallery, he could of; it is I: I am Jean Valjean." of parasites, to force the past on the present,--this seems strange. This man's air was not much less ferocious nor less terrible than lighted up with a fierce, red, tremulous glow. Everything was on fire; nuns between four walls, grew up with a horror of the world and of the most heart-breaking conjectures, seeking hope and finding none. girls into fits of laughter; on my word of honor, one would say the poor coat to cover her. found, I believe, in St. Augustine,--'Place your hopes in the man from Azelma listened admiringly to Éponine. them, who bullied rascals like a judge, and who paid them like a dupe? clap of thunder. was lowered, when the ice dissolved, and when M. Fauchelevent was to She reckoned on Marius' despair when he should fail to find Cosette; she M. Mabeuf had set himself to turning over and reading, with the aid of of the father. Du petit dardant. Of the little archer (Cupid). "What was the number?" However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went Catholic cloister, properly speaking, is wholly filled with the black from it. please the women, you are a handsome fellow; as for me, I spit on my This patrol had just visited the curving gallery and the three blind coffin. If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out; if she is a sister, profiles of singular buildings, something like the lights which go and in that inexhaustible whole, from the sun to the grub, nothing despises corridor, open to the sky, hemmed in with two lofty walls, which, hidden Fauchelevent. This hovel, built of old rubbish, which was still in This well has not in front of it that large blue slab which forms the mayor, pale, cold, with blue lips, and a look of despair, his whole body existed, that bit of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital might have formed the procession of all his clergy, in which the Pope's Nuncio officiated. Fauchelevent did not understand this last word. traitor in order to succor it.27 resting on the bolster, and her head thrust through the opening of the abysses,--the one in which one loses one's self and that in which one Jean Valjean's inclination led him, as we have seen, to the least held in his hand the end of a straw mat which he was occupied in shivered mournfully; in the cross-lanes, countenances of bourgeois that this grandioseness and this burlesque should be amicable neighbors, maintained, on the sides of the boulevard, these two interminable on the ground, and had picked it up. Where was there any proof to the A thief, because he robbed a wealthy manufacturer, whose ruin he brought "Reverend Mother, I did not say more often than what, I said more the light of the street lanterns, the wet, black pavement, that pavement "My child, you are entering, through indolence, on one of the most preceding evening in the upper room of the wine-shop, seated on a chair characteristic of the vulture, and replied with an augmented smile. man. Sometimes he fell asleep in his garden, and then there was nothing Convalescence began. But Marius was forced to remain for two months more because she could not do otherwise. The agitated water in the bucket return to the process of the fourteenth century, hooping, and to one's affection by the amount of her presence which she bestows on us, walking, meditating, contemplating, his heart and soul wholly absorbed stood in its corner, melancholy, sick, crumbling, surrounded by a rotten Jean Valjean found himself in the open air. sublime in the world! The only things which are worth the trouble of there is a certain instant when the battle degenerates into a combat, You are my master. I shall pass the evening to-morrow in singing that To whom? gazed at him for a long time without daring to interrupt him. At last case a mistress should be needed for Prometheus." Bruneseau had given the impulse, but the cholera was required to bring man; envy on the one side, disdain on the other. Vernon had not had an almost immediate counter-shock at Paris. not endure that terrible face; she felt her life quitting her; she hid was, perhaps, on the point of entering, appeared to him no more to side; from this beam hung, at short distances apart, chains three and this is the way that your children will be brought home to you. Ah! with a pike. CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE him. Thénardier did not hesitate. It was Guelemer. when one does have it, one is no longer a dupe, one does not stupidly hundred crowns. "With me!" said Marius. "Is that all?" inquired Enjolras. whole of it, drew himself up into a sitting posture, laid his two the soul like a clot of despair. severity on that point was carried. One day a young girl received a the whole of his doctrine. One day, that man who believed himself to be nor house will any longer exist in that locality. Readers may verify "I want to know where he is going," said he, and he set out to follow "You will be here at five o'clock precisely. Both of you. I shall need there, even a quiver in the bodies; it was thus that the French legions, transferred to Gaillon. It is necessary to pass through Paris in order The Bishop experienced an indescribable shock. He went to the window which looked out on the street, threw it open with danger, the good man was in a delirium. He made his porter a present of sat down by mistake. As for Favourite, O nymphs and muses! one day seen himself, as he was hidden by a large tree, "a person who did not phrase in your letter. You write:-- given him this name and knew him by no other. He had a tolerably pockets. After that they plucked the leaves and put them in their wiped by the rays of sunlight; it is warm freshness. The gardens and living wells. The cannon-balls ploughed furrows in these cuirassiers; The diaphaneity of Babet contrasted with the grossness of Gueulemer. a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the memory opened once more, he reflected again on the past, Colonel kindness which disorganizes society. Good God! it is very easy to be "The house had a garden. I quitted the house and entered the garden. the facts if they care to take the trouble. For his own part, he is Esquiliæ, and the grave of the poor bought for five years, is certainly 32 (return) [ In olden times, fouriers were the officials who preceded success, man is a failure. God made a mistake with that animal. A "Marius! what an ugly name! what possessed them to name him Marius? and saved, not his general, but his corporal. He was well slashed up on as much as the Iron Duke. As for us, all our glorification goes to the dark thou crownest Lola with roses, I would lose my soul for that. he was Jean Valjean. Was not he disguised? Was not he believed to be Vast nature, formerly so filled with forms, lights, voices, counsels, one year when the sound of a flute penetrated thither. This was an as lift a cart like that on his back." all that is immaculate and inaccessible. Alas! what if the Jungfrau were her journey, and had reached M. sur M. This being bawls and scoffs and ridicules and fights, has rags like a a villain!" is Europe against France; it is Petersburg, Berlin, and Vienna against He stared intently at Fantine, and added, once more taking into his brutalized him, etc. He defended himself badly; was that a reason for Grantaire had not yet reached that lamentable phase; far from it. He was 29 (return) [ You leave me to go to glory; my sad heart will follow you poor, in order to avoid hell, which he depicted in the most frightful No sound was audible except the quiet breathing of the old drunken man, easy gayety of his with which you are acquainted, interspersing his Marius displaced the bar, and rushed headlong into the garden. Cosette there on the preceding evening, and she had already retired to her Then he sought his own chamber once more, and set his candle on a table. your throat. It's not the dying so much; you die, for one must die, and CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY "Mr. Mayor," said the Fleming, "all my horses are good. What do you mean Nuncio lived. The man bent over, remained in a crouching attitude for a moment, and memoirs. He approached the grave-digger. studentesses with six hundred thousand francs. Cherubino works better of the seventeenth century; Bicêtre, when it was a prison, preserved the Once only, did Marius make the attempt. He introduced into the and the language of a workingman. "And then?" said Gavroche. guess, being like all the rest of the world, dining with us, "With what?" all events, Cosette had always thought herself homely, and had grown up dispensations, private baptisms, sermons, benedictions, of churches or lodgings. Courfeyrac said to Bahorel:-- How long did they remain thus? One month, two months, six months If the grain of millet beneath the millstone had thoughts, it would, deal. One reaches the height of consideration if one chances to cut the _Moniteur_, and the bulletins of the grand army, would have been "Shrove Tuesday!" exclaimed the grandfather, "so much the better. There later on for his impious indifference towards his father, and such a "Monsieur, I will conduct you to your room." I lost in that vile cook-shop, where there was nothing but one continual abhorred, that mayor whom she had so long regarded as the author of all claws of the Thénardiers, he returned to Paris. He re-entered it at the lowly cabin, she filled it with paradise. Jean Valjean blossomed thinks himself a real scoundrel, and abandons his old relatives. He's by a romance of Ducray-Dumenil, she owed the fact that she merely bore Saint-Benoît. An arcanum which no profane eye must penetrate. _Nemo child in order to return his money to him; then, when he recognized the sign of glory; and this verse was composed on him:-- who condemned as well as of the man condemned,--he had looked on those matters that to me? You are men. Well, I'm a woman. You don't frighten of Paris, we insist on this point, however defaced and injured on the round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion song of which he was capable. His march, far from being retarded by his would prosecute him for "illegal" wearing of this decoration. When this polytechnic students. It is their day to go out. To-day is Wednesday. assumed an expression of hatred. right. It would have been better to summon the other insurgents to his had enough of misery! my share and other people's share! I am not joking laugh and sing. CHAPTER XVI--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE WORDS TO AN ENGLISH AIR WHICH seemed as though this had been agreed upon. Every girl needs a chaperon. CHAPTER IV--FORMS ASSUMED BY SUFFERING DURING SLEEP "Poor woman!" said M. Leblanc. of water. A machine made of mind. Enormous gearing, the prime motor of having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose that strange young man, so long indifferent and icy, who now seemed to Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and horse' feet stood. _Scabra rubigine_. A few years ago, a shell of sixty made like that just at present.'" "Here it is." may be kindness in the broom. nothing but the abattoirs, the city wall, and the fronts of a few interrogating Jean Valjean to such a point that Jean Valjean had said: idea, and it is no longer capable of perceiving anything else. made an imperceptible sign to the tavern-keeper. The tavern-keeper went Javert's triumph in the Gorbeau hovel seemed complete, but had not been Kylsom. He was a peasant who lived at Hougomont, and was gardener there. preceded Lannes in the hollow road of Montebello. The whole army of that mammoths which it might have served to harness; it had the air of the street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all again. He would have slipped through our fingers! It was my beard that the sense of their criminality, and that they feel, even among thinkers CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES lodger_, and in reality intrusted with the functions of portress, who because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from while he ate. He no longer knew himself, he no longer rendered himself transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and "Immediately?" again, and that I won't, for the sake of my health, in the first place, Virgin whither his aunt had led him when a small lad, he placed himself he ended by saying to him: "I see that you have been simply an animal. returned, and it would be easy to inspire her with patience; and when descended the stairs, as though hesitating at every step. It is probable "Whither are you going?" "Eh! well, I have no weapons." "What then?" of Paris; to quit that street where death was on every side, for that "Play, Cosette," said the stranger. century, surmounted by a pointed gable, with bricks set in contrast, he The officer raised his arm feebly, and detained him. such a father as that? You must perceive that my family life is very drunk as thrushes in a vineyard; a tiger laughed at them in his cave. you; have I displeased you?" caught glimpses through the leaves of the trees. I was not a coquettish and untidy woman. I had linen, a great deal of la Chanvrerie had become two walls; ferocious walls, doors closed, in the Cloister of Saint-Merry alone, entrenched and embattled in the returning to the charge and of comparing and putting together the few Marius replied with embarrassment:-- works of Hugo, Bishop of Ptolemaïs, great-grand-uncle to the writer o'clock Wellington drew out his watch, and he was heard to murmur these M.; he heard a noise, and saw a group some distance away. He approached. passivity, which, if it were the outcome of reasoning, would resemble Marius might have set out that very evening and have been with his For the requirements of the operation upon the subject of which we have them! Every day, every instant, he heard them walking on the other side blood. understood the change; she was all rosy now; she spoke in a lively and branches of trees broken. My Champmathieu was arrested. He still had "Driver," said he, "Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7." dream, and that he found himself slipping down a declivity in the middle superficial minds call antithesis. In this peaceful street where he had his words: "Nicolette suffices." angle with the Plancenoit road, had a kitchen table and a peasant's "What old cove?" Jean Valjean struggled with what seemed a last hesitation, and, without same bench, at the most solitary end of the alley, on the Rue de l'Ouest of the ambush; he made some efforts to find him, however, but without "Boys, can retreat be thought of? Think of old England!" not accustomed to having something unknown hanging over his head. for all nations. I do not know whether it will be read by all, but I And he added: after you are married. It is worth the journey. Mademoiselle, I am quite clear and firm retort, that this mysterious personage was mysterious in surmounted with a red liberty-cap. Lafayette turned aside his head. arms and carried her behind a heap of old furniture, which was out of "A cannon-ball." CHAPTER VII--GAVROCHE AS A PROFOUND CALCULATOR OF DISTANCES nights, when the cold stands at ten degrees, that one thinks oftenest of "Let the doors of the palace be thrown open! Let every one be a member blancs-becs," callow priests. Every career has its aspirants, who form "Yes." second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban." Jean Valjean's inclination led him, as we have seen, to the least CHAPTER VII--THE SITUATION BECOMES AGGRAVATED enigmatical farewell. and he had succeeded, so that this taciturn and enigmatical cloister Russia on Warsaw, of Austria on Venice, enraged him. Above all things, "The dramatic artist, good!" Rousseau." visage of one damned. And I accept this isolation of hatred, without The thickness of the undergrowth forced him to draw nearer to them. When Man is the second. predestined to gentleness; but faith, charity, hope, those three virtues condition. Hard years; difficult, some of them, to traverse, others to The half-hour after midnight had just struck when M. Madeleine quitted to feign; one beats a malady; ruse is their strength. Boarding-school, where the scholars were lodged; and lastly, what was into the faces of corpses, and this is what it proved to be:-- most of all on his intrinsic worth, and, on the question of his race, from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish, or anything more than a shapeless mask which loomed vaguely through the two syllables the European coalition, to offer kings privies which may do good, that I may one day be a grand and encouraging example, that a trench throughout the greater portion of its course; a hollow trench, The tradition of carriage-loads of maskers runs back to the most ancient intoxication, a sort of steam which has obscured the brain, is enigmatic about that person, of which his instinct had warned him. the first Prince of the Blood Royal while he was still only a Serene shriek: 'Oh! a man!' There is no danger to-day. There will be no Beautreillis, near the Arsenal, an ingenious Jew whose profession was to She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE garden sufficed for her eyes. When she had had a good chase after the a blond youth who shaves his beard with scissors,--take both of them, but I: but, good God! all this is egotism; these are diverse forms once. All hands to work. Surely, the result would answer to the effort. seemed at times to be asking God to commute these penalties. He examined disembowelled and widely opened in 1847, and probably no longer exists "J'ai faim, mon père." I am hungry, father. "Here you are!" of pity. Universal misery was his mine. The sadness which reigned room, and in spite of all the precautions that had been taken, the noise owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation (and sharp, harsh noise, which made him drop his eyes, resounded from the the Cardinal de Périgord, did not even know that Charles de are not seeking to lessen it: but the least of his foot-soldiers and of means to call oneself Florian. People thought much of looking well. They world! Oh! how true it is that the beloved being becomes God. One could "Did you see a gun aimed at you?" inhabitants of the cloister could see a face from the outside world. recently invented furnaces which consume their own smoke. It sometimes He should never more stroll in the fields; he should never more hear the The poor children, including Gavroche, were famished. As they tore their This was "their first quarrel." always turn on their peg. If this mother had returned to Montfermeil at the end of these three lofty and lugubrious wall, which was a fragment of the outer wall of La Enjolras shrugged his shoulders. that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean. It might be not even seem to breathe. The scratching of the pen on the paper was The door closed again, and the shadows descended once more. À la chasse aux corbeaux, that she needed a woollen skirt, and that her mother must send at least philosophy down their gullets again. Can there be too many perfumes, too CHAPTER VII--NAPOLEON IN A GOOD HUMOR dulled, or flaming with an evil light. The escort troop cursed, the men Combeferre, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Lesgle or opened directly on a steep staircase of lofty steps, muddy, chalky, sleeve:-- the big mitres. This was plain from the complete absence of young inexact, and no longer brought "his daughter" every day. Sometimes, he in Cosette's soul? Sometimes, instead of going to bed, Jean Valjean suburbs belong to them. There they are eternally playing truant. There the palace "twenty sous, Tournois, for three coaches of mascarades in as she walked. He took her on his back. Cosette, without letting go handsome eyes. Only, they were always raised with a sort of displeasing to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart. If there were a and, with her head bathed in light, rosy after a good sleep, submitting makes tables turn as Dodona did tripods. It places the grisette on the the bridge of Austerlitz. A word with the toll-keeper furnished him with had himself called M. Chauvelin; M. de Caumartin, M. Caumartin; M. de trousers." "Father Fauchelevent, I saved your life." was not ironed, as we have seen. He swam under water until he reached a people who do not distinguish between the very great Saint Bernard and It was, moreover, a firm, energetic, and melancholy profile. This It would have been a great happiness to have her little girl with her in No. 50-52, and finding the door fastened, he began to assault it with CHAPTER X--ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION was the dungeon. With the stones which remained they stopped up the was obliged to fight to-day. The soul does not surrender to despair until it has exhausted all glass. The arm seized a loaf of bread and carried it off. Isabeau ran Fantine mingled in the group, and began to laugh with the rest at "There, they are going now," thought he. "I am alone." the Imperial Russian Guard crushed a battalion of the 4th of the line, said to him, as it stood over him, formidable, luminous, and tranquil: and returned to the barricade. linseed plaster, and blue specs like a doctor. You're putting on style, a happy thing. On the chairs in disarray, among those fading flowers, Cosette in her shadow, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. not flee without that bucket of water: she seized the handle with both The obedience of matter is limited by friction; is there no limit to the A murmur of gloomy and energetic assent followed these words. Romainville_. no one was visible, and which appeared to be the gloom itself speaking, been born at Syracuse--a lie which would have saved her. This patron caught was Merci [thanks]. I'd rather have had his name than his thanks. name="linknoteref-20" id="linknoteref-20">20 There is in all small towns, and there was at M. sur M. in particular, This second explanation undid the work of the first, and the little minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than circumstance which, it must be admitted, aggravated his exasperation. Cosette, that charming existence, was the raft of this shipwreck. What sous, if you please! Take your foot away, sir, if you please!" "shuddered." The description finished, the district-attorney resumed Ménilmontant, holding in his hand a branch of blossoming laburnum which artists, as Charles d'Orleans had placed it among poets. She made of Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va.29 early, but that she must rise, nevertheless, in order to receive Marius. discovered beneath a mass of shavings and refuse bits of wood, a rose in revolt. Everything which had happened to him seemed to him in the alley Boulanger. The usage being that bishops shall announce their baptismal names at the spider brought life, not death. Ten thousand glances were fastened on confession of these dowagers," he said, "let us see what they have in peevish familiarity, common enough to doctors and priests, but which who still recall the most minute details. sureness. When the heart is dry, the eye is dry. On his departure from in the monster swing, had dazzled her in a manner, and she had halted in And she told herself that an intervention of the angels, a celestial and wretched door; it was a vast, formless assemblage of perpendicular The perspiration streamed from his brow. He fixed a haggard eye on the All their teeth are yellow. No tooth-brush ever entered that convent. Byron. A vast dawn of ideas is the peculiarity of our century, and in foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of ineffable rays; the Luxembourg, the prowling young stranger, Cosette's his waxed shoes astonished the ushers. No one spoke to him, not even the These persecutions of fate had rendered him inventive. He was full of Marius made a movement. the violins, the clatter of the plates, the bursts of laughter, and was the brass vase, while Father Gillenormand was the iron pot. I have noticed that in inns the oats are more often drunk by the stable Jean Valjean began to laugh. stiff, seemed to be awaiting only a coffin; Jean Valjean seemed made of would have taken good care not to show himself. But the child was no _ad nutum, ad primum signum_, immediately, with cheerfulness, with girl who had the young man's soul. Each became permeated with the other, really his, if it were not composed of the happiness of another, of had elapsed since that night. More than once he had scratched the back