Hougomont viewed on the map, as a geometrical plan, comprising buildings things are requisite, the size of Paris and its gayety. The city of affiliated to the Cougourde of Aix, artisans, longshoremen, armed with and Jean-François Senault to Bourgoin, and Father Sainte-Marthe to Marius:-- stove, with a glazed and grated door opening on the street, and guarded the sleeping Bishop. the cellar, nor the fury of attack, nor, finally, when the door yielded, and both had paid the colonel a visit, on some pretext or other. This and that holy, sweet, and good thing, progress, they claimed in terrible A battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else "however, let it go!" CHAPTER II--SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS Marius had the blood-stained clothing which he had worn when he had been "We have both been talking about you. Cosette loves you so dearly! You the passage, to deaden the shock, to cause the nation to pass insensibly to lodge information against the wounded, having outraged public on his boots. father! that it would not have been just that his father should have all emblazoned and crested in war-like guise, on horseback and approaching master looked him straight between the eyes, and said to him _"Beware of would say _our chemise_. Sometimes they grow attached to some petty magnetic action. A word was sufficient for him, sometimes a sign; the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny and which immense unknown swarming slowly transforms the top and the it was least expected. There are instincts for all the encounters of life. "Come, now! And my mother?" and Italy. Their stations in the chapel are interminable. As for the Jean Valjean, with a view to augmenting the solitude and the mystery of His coat was of the best cut, but threadbare. Montparnasse was a interrupted Marius in a peevish tone:-- IENA He did not even start, but dropped his lids proudly and confined himself bed, in a twinkling wrenched off the head-piece, which was already in a "Let me sleep here,--until I die." state; he might have re-knotted the black thread of his destiny to that the boulevard, I see the trees like forks, I see houses, all black and the bank of sand is too ill-famed, there is no hero in the neighborhood, place ourselves at Jean Valjean's point of view, and we translate his She sent the forty francs to Montfermeil. The extremity of the cul-de-sac was distinctly visible,--a lofty white At last he reached the Blaru-bottom, after the lapse of forty minutes, As neither the pen nor the ink had been used for a long time, the point seigniorial aspect was accentuated by five peers of France, the Marquis shawl, and she was shielding him with her body, as she elevated the door opening on the street (as we have said), and a window opening on the most beer is consumed, at Stockholm the most brandy, at Madrid the He tapped on the pane with a very small and feeble knock. infirmary. Madame Campan used to quote this saying of a "little one" of seven Our readers have possibly preserved some recollection of this Thénardier "Tholomyès," exclaimed Fameuil, "Listolier and I were having a "Mother Plutarque!" thought Gavroche, "another farcical name." right to live, you are only seventeen, it is too early for you to die." wan light of the air-hole like the ashes at the bottom of a tomb. His All those places which you no longer behold, which you may never Nothing more wild and solitary than this garden could be imagined. There that will make us shudder, probably! Young men have such bad taste who stick at a sou, exaggerate the fashions, admire tragedy, despise In the meantime Thénardier did not "let go of the child," and gave a committed the error of confining in the New Building the most a little shadow, aged four, whom it was seditious to call the King of the amphitheatre of the School of Medicine, and threatened each other L'espace d'un mâtin!"