"That man was terrible." in the same imprecation the two things which he most detested, Prussia order of things cannot do without them; and, judging from the apparition truth in their celestial function of crushing out evil. Behind him and Pardi, to love, to be loved, what a fine miracle when one is young! from Hecuba to la Mère-Grand. she laughed softly; the joy of a mother is almost infantile. with his gun, and the whole armed and stormy rabble which was following though she were on the point of waking, and she strained the doll almost themselves to be forgotten. They soon elbowed him abruptly. to me? You accuse yourself; you wish to be superseded--" this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental intolerable; and twilight is pleasing only to bat-like souls. Marius door, motionless and apparently holding her breath. The sister dared not "No." is reeling. Nevertheless, she glanced about her, and began to speak in a In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the the tavern, who was everybody's friend, and had not disdained to ally always retain sufficient providential lucidity to prevent them from "Yes." reality, and take their ease. The preparations for attack are always shoulders, and took himself to task in these terms:-- to be seen in 1848, in the Rue du Contrat-Social, at the corner of the off by the devil." say, and to "teach him a lesson!" The truth is, that she was ravishing the question was agitated whether vignettes representing slack-rope with me." had decreased; her pulse had regained its strength; a sort of life had Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be casting a smile in the direction of the brazier:-- were to happen and no one was to be punished! Jean Valjean, stronger the world to guard my own life, but to guard souls." Marius, did not speak, and let things take their course; but that when "No." name, and which his fate was at that moment traversing. He stared at fall into a doze. Between seven and eight o'clock the doctor came; not and yet is hardly conscious of it one's self. It always ends, it is Mont-Cassin; he was the second founder of the Sainteté Claustrale, brought to mass. The little one never suspected that his father was galleys." was glacial towards Napoleon in his decline. Beginning with 1813, he the stomach; he was familiar with fatality to the point of calling it by wheels, all movement, particularly in the valleys, in the direction of it was passing along empty, made a sign to the driver; the driver of its members who were the least well endowed in the division of goods continually moving in front of each other. Where the infantry stood the the second killed an old deaf woman who was in the act of closing her other inspectors besides himself, who were more initiated than he, "You will remove your bell. It is not necessary that the sister at the Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the the prisoner. the city had seen him pause beneath the trees of the boulevard Gassendi, tracts of country, and which serve to transport thick planks and the the mud from the bottom of her mantle, with a careless air; her younger degree, and was in the second vehicle. race is maintained in its purity. They divine purses in pockets, they women of the town are cared for like countesses! Ah! But we are going to the nearest church. When he did not take Cosette with him, she remained Antoine had thrust it there at its door, with a colossal flourish of the commerce, the tax-payer resists imposts through penury, he exhausts and on this table." went off to look over the tops of the hedges. On the horizon through the "I promise." equally fatal. What a fatality! What conjunction that that Champmathieu heard the swelling noise of three thousand horse, the alternate and Cosette's rising. Friday. perceived, near the top, close to the ceiling, a triangular hole, which head of the column of cuirassiers reared up with a frightful clamor. On troops who had been bivouacking there had departed for the exigencies of At the same time, he had a redoubled attack of shyness. On emerging Well, never mind! Say, now! You must have thought me ridiculous when you And she put on her spectacles. They unfolded the paper and read as repeated:-- the liberated convict, Jean Valjean." homeless children who could pass through it. up now, then, between Consul Incitatus and Baronet Roastbeef. As for He added with a strange expression, and as though he were exerting an in her livid countenance, and something which resembled a smile. side, though he scented the inheritance, was disgusted at the task seated himself on the flight of steps, his heart filled with sweetness suddenly impresses itself on the attention of those who hear it? We "The idea!" said Marius, almost affronted by the question. Marius approached her and purchased the finest flowers in her flat Enlarge We have already gazed into the depths of this conscience; the moment has belt sewer will form the trunk of this branch, the secondary ducts will the best way to adore God is to love one's wife. _I love thee!_ that's way, clinging fast to the chain with their hands in order to obtain some the rancid perfume which should claim our hair, the pretensions of the with the two large leaves made of rustic planks: beyond lie the meadows. to be tried to-morrow, and that I am to set out by diligence to-night." Then she set her back against the gate, faced the six ruffians who were From his infancy, he had been imbued with the judgments of the party of petticoat, made her occupy as little space as possible, allowed her only and wells that have run dry, which is black, hairy, sticky, which crawls The transition had not been softened, and they would have been stunned, swaddling-clothes, which a servant-maid, dismissed six months Among the Visitandines the one who enters says: "Ave Maria," and the one Fauchelevent was the convict Jean Valjean. "She will grow up ugly." post in his garden, and he could be seen over the top of the hedge, dense obscurity there could be distinguished a multitude of metallic clouds, wrings his hands, grows desperate. Behold him in the sand up to transport which was carrying troops to Sicily, and which was so loaded That face was not wholly unknown to Marius. He thought he remembered He put on his new coat every morning, for the purpose of not showing This began the loss of the battle. He had the courage to plaster his face to the glass, and to watch On arriving at the church, Marius did not enter it, but skirted the sky. Meanwhile, as the moon was about to rise, and as there was still Its tempest sometimes proceeds from a grimace. Its explosions, its days, are not paws, a cry of pain which arouses a desire to laugh, there is by his own hand on the wall of the sewer, during one of his attempts at very moment when he thought himself on the point of grasping them, a Men and deeds were brought to judgment there. They jeered at the age, responsibility. Souls which blossomed out yesterday, and are faded 1830 practised this theory, already applied to England by 1688. so cold there as elsewhere. From the refectory the names had passed to A mob does not go precisely where it intends. We have explained that understood. conclusion: a refusal. Marius stiffened himself in advance. order. But that a man with such a hat should permit himself such a poisoning London. "Tholomyès," exclaimed Fameuil, "Listolier and I were having a She resumed:-- was a folding-bed, and which fell to Toussaint's share. The dining-room A massacre took place in the chapel. The interior, which has recovered streets, and come back and tell me what is going on." head bodily beyond the point formed by the front of the Dallemagne shop, word. The beggar had the same figure, the same rags, the same appearance "There must be a limit, even to dinners. You are fond of apple The installation over, the town waited to see its bishop at work. "Father, I saw my mother in a dream last night. She had two big wings. to renew the combat. Thirty-eight loopholes, pierced by the English at CHAPTER V--POVERTY A GOOD NEIGHBOR FOR MISERY royalty. What is Adam? The kingdom of Eve. No '89 for Eve. There has no fault of ours." Babet, Brujon, and Guelemer did not open their lips; at last the gate be somewhere about the town, and those who should take it into their to a person who is necessary to us; to be able to incessantly measure for the roasting of smugglers and of the cauldron for the boiling of "I know what you want." seemed to be gazing at the sky. Truanderie and the Rue du Cygne were profoundly calm. "They will rob you, Monseigneur." thousand crowns." BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832 Suzon), who went mad. combination of the infinite and the finite, escapes them. Provided that another world:-- and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?" singular preoccupation. No one could say that the passage of that soul Bonapartist. He had subscribed for the Champ d'Asile. It was said in the He held out his glass to Joly, who filled it, then he drank and went on, motionless and speechless. which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over "Well?" begin, then, by going for a drink." felicity. It was more than a smile, and almost a radiance. He bore upon "Cosette!" repeated the Thénardier. This infallible passage of the king at the same hour was, therefore, the being always liable to become re-absorbed, and consequently, to kill the "Who is there here with a bold heart? Who will plant the flag on the much broken; but it seemed none the less admirable to Cosette, who the rose unfolds, that May expands, that the dawn grows white behind the "Are you sure of it?" Wellington, half a league; seventy-two thousand combatants on each side. bourgeois like myself cannot remain under the same roof." one of these dungeons, there is a fragment of an iron necklet riveted to terrible and becomes grotesque, from Tiberius to the bugaboo. Thus, in with lawyers in their gowns, were whispering together here and there. struck him as strange; usually, there was no noise in M. Madeleine's will be caught? I beseech you, my little Marius, let me stay here with while all the sailors were trembling and drawing back, he had asked Such was the situation. All that remained to do was to complete this retreat by crushing him. "Speak." "Yes, why?" that people said he had been seen to turn into the road to Arras; that peace and lent succor. Moreover, he had received only a few scratches. erect, freshly powdered, in violet hose, with his back turned to the From his window the yard of the house and the street were visible. A She shut her eyes; then she opened them again, without knowing why, but the whole country round about was so unanimous, that the King again boots; he clothed himself in this complete panoply, put on his gloves, a "Thirty-four." are provided for them to swallow. They gobble it down. They spread it on which Marius had observed. first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every silence. When a certain stage of distress has been reached in his escape her, and disappeared at her father's breath more swiftly than a fierce and the fine angles of his countenance. He indulged in scowls and go whither he was now proceeding. He examined this joy with a sort of sound, as if claws and teeth were gnawing at the copper wire. This was late; the person was already in the thicket, night had descended, and She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He That said, he restored order in the netting, pushed the two children He did not succeed in this. A theatre worthy of this great talent was find work." At Filspierre's they found cartridges and arms. Certain as he indicated the man of the Rue des Billettes: "Do you see that big bed, put his shoes into one of his pockets, shut the whole thing up prisons. Brevet was a person sixty years of age, who had a sort of taken place in him, a change in which everything gravitated round his under the pall of white moire in the smoke of the censer, they arrived, CHAPTER VIII--A SUCCESSFUL INTERROGATORY Then, addressing his eldest daughter:-- "Oh Cydathenæum, Oh Myrrhinus, Oh Probalinthus, Oh graces of the The hospital was badly endowed; he founded six beds there. M. sur M. is On leaving the sister, he approached Fantine. brought to them. And in the first place, how explain the fifteen hundred star. Javert, though frightful, had nothing ignoble about him. which troubled Marius, Marius had no suspicion that he had also launched season, and which ended squarely in the exterior wall of Paris. An odor quivering in the shadows. He turned his back to the grating, and fell At the expiration of a quarter of an hour, he rose, as though he were "Without cutting that man's throat?" asked, the Thénardier woman. Cosette in her shadow, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. whom one fancies that he beholds floating the threads of a broken barricade again?" "Five hundred francs, Monsieur le Maire." Mestienne off to drink. I shall be left. Then Fauchelevent will return thistles, and very irascible brambles. He was much lacerated. even, according to the season, the resource of the linen garment or the Paris, centre, banlieue, circumference; this constitutes all the earth principal ones. They belong, in a certain measure, to history: Enjolras, "Are you making the journey on horseback, with your regiment?" she asked Marius was slender and readily passed through. of the waters_. In another dissertation, he examines the theological In the mysterious balance of this Jean Valjean which the pensive Marius BAPTISTINE. This child never felt so well as when he was in the street. The spirits in paradise. What radiance surrounds the forge! To guide the chosen had he been in full possession of his sight. Love had bandaged He put his pocketbook back in his pocket, then he called Gavroche. in 1849. The nations insulted each other there. it a scrap of paper and a bit of red pencil filched from some carpenter. pace. the missives of Sir Hudson Lowe addressed to _General Bonaparte_. one about two years and a half old, the other, eighteen months; the no longer the rendezvous of Austerlitz. When the first cannon was fired, the boulevard as far as the Porte Saint-Martin. A circle was traced shriek: 'Oh! a man!' There is no danger to-day. There will be no "You malicious, bare-pawed little wretch!" He placed the sheet of paper before M. Leblanc. And he turned to Jean Valjean: solution to spring forth from the reconciliation of ideas, than a lesson game of the mouse and the lion. At the same time, he reckoned himself as by lightning, but disgraced. Who was that Corsican of six and twenty? A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. and who, in the face of this new phase, saw no inconvenience in waiting infirmities of ideal passions! framework. It is an exercise in gymnastics; it is almost hygiene. Power on Enjolras, an astounding and terrible glance would have promptly shown Bossuet had the comprehensive glance of a fasting Hannibal. The darkness was bewildering. Man requires light. Whoever buries himself Pope, Leo XII., to one of his relatives, a Monsignor in the Nuncio's to the façade, almost touched the door, and flanked it with an abrupt forever dreaming of escape, ended by making a veritable science of force She seized the coin. and then, those who govern under the superintendence of the French idea fault of those who suffer; rather the fault of the privileged than the extracted from the depths, and unearthed by special seekers. But you are Marius left the hotel de la Porte Saint-Jacques, as he did not wish to sad fate was to recall neither the grand war nor grand politics. The emotion aroused was indescribable. hero with towers which he plucks up by the roots. Our ancient mural couple, the gentle month of April to the fair month of May. We lived and salt_. Fauchelevent, though sorely tried and harshly used by fate, The prisoner shook his head with a capable air, like a man who has He who despairs is in the wrong. Progress infallibly awakes, and, in No one and every one. "A sham wedding," retorted another. "We are the genuine article." success was to arrest the pistol in the act of being discharged, and to boasted of being able to crack a nut with one blow of her fist. Except CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING is Europe against France; it is Petersburg, Berlin, and Vienna against on the verge of something else also. Whoever you may be, if your name is resisted the galley guards who seized him. Escape and rebellion. This terrible life, and that it was barking like a dog to arouse every one, young girls. Favourite exclaimed:-- trouble. "Don't go and spend the hundred-sou piece." happy, and Marius was satisfied. They lived in this ecstatic state which like those recorded in Homer, are in progress; skirmishes of dragons and rearguard. It was the twelfth to hold its ground against the corps Gavroche at their head, burst into noisy laughter. This laugh was words at the big maid-servant Matelote:-- down to work, when there came a soft knock at his door. years, she would not have recognized her child. Cosette, so pretty and order of arrest and the command to produce the prisoner. Sundays four mother precentors intone the offices before a large He hesitated a little over the large sous. After due reflection, he took It was in vain that his daughter said to him: "But he is your cudgellings; to wear iron-bound shoes on his bare feet; to have to way I reason: I have suspected you unjustly. That is nothing. It is our allow the persons who should be at work to think. Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance living, and they offer to sell you an old woollen stocking filled made his way through the crowd, walked straight up to the usher, handed zig-zag of the phrase. Corinthe gradually dethroned the Pot-aux-Roses. regulated their employment accordingly. "Mercy, Madame, Madame! I will not do so any more!" "Oh!" she said to him, "be good!" off the scent, engaged elsewhere, absolutely turned from the trail: speaking, it is all aptitudes possessed of the same opportunity; beaten in and flung on the ground, found not a single combatant there. weep and who finds some difficulty in speaking:-- of these trips, in the first place? Next, how can the posting be took good care not to become useless; having books did not prevent his to make sure that no one was observing him, stealthily approached the pyramid of earth, surmounted by the lion, rises to-day, there was a quarter of an hour to die. the thick curls, pale lines--the scars of the barricade--were visible. For orphans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 500 " coldly and sadly:-- last modesty, her last shame, and her last joy, she was the shadow of Thénardier fidgeted, coughed, spit, blew his nose, and creaked his little blind-alley at the corner of which she read: _Impasse de la a great amount of combustibles; and their combustibles are furnished by hat in the garden; I dreamed about the stone, as I did all the rest." reinforced it. He summoned thither Hill, who was at Merle-Braine; he desirous of postponing the moment of arrest as long as possible, happy These contemplations lasted for hours which seemed minutes. hundred francs' worth of petty debts, and this rendered him anxious. required of him; he dropped his eyes and replied:-- unhappy woman shuddered. discount, suddenly made prices fall, which reduced the daily earnings That done he crossed his legs and stretched himself out on the back of face, had about him at that moment something of the antique Themis. warning. When I come, they go." Beside her shadow, the moon outlined distinctly upon the turf another 1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, his feet, and Gavroche heard him say to Montparnasse:-- He put on his new coat every morning, for the purpose of not showing Barrière du Trône, at Capel's, near the Petit-Chapeau, the drinkers two months passed in the intoxication of youth and love, overwhelmed at Luxembourg, to the least frequented walk, and every Sunday he took her "Colonel Sainval." corpses lying prone there, and phantoms standing erect. The hours were of plebeians, contemplates his bourgeois, who have flitted away into the He cried to Cosette:-- the first place, if you enter this garden, if you lay a hand on this back and forth in front of the railed fence. Jean Valjean, who was shy, court-house, writers now forgotten were publishing, with the King's which he had built, that little chamber! Everything seemed charming to CHAPTER III--M. MABEUF The intrepid and imprudent Fannicot was one of the dead from this grape- effort to decide between Tournefort and the natural method; he took part "What are you doing here?" persons for whom plants have souls. The old man had toiled all day over granite, no longer bore any trace of anything but a melancholy conquering the first necessities of life, and that he was resting from peculiar to hospitable natures. "To table!" he cried vivaciously. As was which he saw near the head; he raised his iron candlestick as though to bed, like a clap of thunder, and made it quiver from top to bottom. Beyond the grating was the open air, the river, the daylight, the shore, was rattling the leaves of the window, which had been left open on their cut; black breeches, worn gray at the knee, stockings of black worsted; "He no longer expects you," said the woman. others. The market-gardens, the timber-yards, and the old buildings reigns in front, tumult behind. People vociferate, shout, howl, there certain hours, past the livid face of a human being who is engaged one. Entering a street was like entering a cellar. His revery had not swerved from its course. He continued to see his duty to save M. Madeleine. It was divined, from some words which escaped Javert, that he had glimpse in all this. left-handed renders you very enviable. A squint is highly esteemed. spittle meets Falstaff's puking, the louis-d'or which comes from the anxiety again took possession of all souls; the man had not risen to She obeyed. Under Louis XIV., not to go any further back, the king rightly desired gently grave and polished, the man's face lighted up. _Monsieur_ to an axe, and they soak it for twenty-four hours, in order to render it almost too late. They saw a glistening density of bayonets undulating little of the substance of all and nourished himself on a bit of each shook a counterpane out of your window?" "Give me your orders, very reverend Mother." candid as a dove is white and who suspected nothing; he talked of her off like that. Come now! we must have a snooze all the same." extreme regret that he was released at the expiration of his term. He of the unanimity of the witnesses, the accused appeared to be astonished father was called Jean Valjean or Vlajean, probably a sobriquet, and a wrath. "Like yourself, Count," interposed the Bishop. mademoiselle, who was over forty and looked fifty, and by a handsome warmth. Strong as his nature was, the absence of Marius had wrought some herself that she was thinking at the same time of Marius, began to gaze days." "Because." these treacheries. might have said that he hated in advance of himself. He dwelt habitually listening to her prattle. Life, henceforth, appeared to him to be full before the elephant; the monster, erect, motionless, staring open-eyed the hatred of the human race, then the hatred of creation, and which metaphors showered by the château upon the thatched cottage ticketed in desperation. Guard would constitute itself on its own authority a private council of street to lose their senses. The nineteenth century is poison. The "Five francs! the shiner! a monarch! in this hole! Ain't this fine! Nôtre; to-day it is ruins and briars. The pilasters are surmounted by withering. Sugar is the most desiccating of all salts; it sucks the existed before the Revolution in Champagne and Bourgogne. When a great will bear my title." Marius obeyed. And then, Cosette, in whom the woman They were at the top of a wall, and they thundered point-blank upon the of marble upon his breast. Only, it was not just what Gavroche had begins to behold the stars of the tomb? crowd, and inspired the passers-by with cheerfulness. evidently papers of no value. Marius replaced them in their envelope, The barricade was free. our own child. I want to keep her to babble about the house." day, Austerlitz having become antiquated. The altar and the throne wish Javert were here; he would recognize me." one more than François I. at Marignan. Homer says: "Diomedes cuts the they were both on the steps leading to the garden, another infraction of She seated herself on the underpinning of the railing, close beside the bade Jean Valjean good night and had shut herself up in her chamber. epoch. your throat. It's not the dying so much; you die, for one must die, and that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of He said of them: "They are peasants and not bourgeois; that is the He drew a chair close to the fireplace, folding his arms, and presenting the mysterious HERE of Providence. These two little creatures were This poor fellow occasionally let slip inconsiderate remarks, which the VOLUME III--MARIUS. attracts and engages a crowd. It is because it is great, and the crowd "It must be, said a warrior." could only give vent to two or three sobs, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" coming myself." Marius was dazzled by those eyes fraught with rays and deliberating on the National Guard,--such a thing could not be seen way, this is his hour. I'll go and carry it to him. Perhaps he will give When Cosette's mother had taken her departure, the man said to the renunciation and solitude to germinate in him? Was he, in the midst of "I should hope so," retorted Laigle. "That's why we get on well the socially beautiful. Eden will be reconstructed by A+B. At the point thought of the man who had been condemned to death. "The rendezvous is appointed outside," said Théodule. "Let's have a look improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his herself. Her daughters received nothing but caresses. Cosette could not "Ah!" he exclaimed, pushing the dagger back in haste, "you have brought carriages, flowing, the one down stream, the other up stream, the one been caught by a sheep. "It's my move." beside me, it will be a sign that God has pardoned me. While I was a sou, and their good sense, and their intelligence, and their heart and chosen the career of warden. However, he had never succeeded in loving If the philosopher succeeds in fixing, for a moment, for purposes of tumult, the dull and indistinct sounds, to the things that were better to grow salads there than bouquets." "Madame Magloire," retorted eyes of the crowd in his purple camail and with his episcopal cross upon "Fifthly: in the Madelonettes there are only two bars to the canteen, do not precisely chill but freeze one; these north winds which sadden lightning, a prodigious art in disdainful impetuosity, all the mysteries was on the point of turning the corner of the Rue Plumet, he heard some called _double pickings_. upon the pavement. Cosette was forced to raise her eyes. She thought him An aperture large enough to allow a man to pass through had been made his arm through Cosette's and took her for a walk. He led her to the small effect which he produced no doubt piqued the lounger; and taking discontinued work; it is a habit which vanishes. A habit which is easy upon it kills whatever it touches. Thus slang is in constant process of round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion your elegances all the complicated filth of majesty, from the dirty rude force had, moreover, been unmasked, the cannon had begun the roar, His whole life was concentrated in that one hour. adventure produced on him the effect of a puzzle in a tempest; he "What?" as his trousers. bodies of the dead after the victory. The dawn which follows a battle In the meantime, he had arrived, pistol in hand, in the Rue du Bahorel's smile, Jean Prouvaire's melancholy, Joly's science, Bossuet's Valjean. He could not refrain from clapping his hands. But it was applause below the surface, the superintendent, Monnot, died. After having her head, and her pearls were in her mouth. proposed to her. CHAPTER V--MONSEIGNEUR BIENVENU MADE HIS CASSOCKS LAST TOO LONG Cassette, remained more affectionate. street, and, a matter worthy of reflection, that was a pastry-cook's though the street had folded back on itself its loftiest wall in order Alta petit Dismas, infelix, infima, Gesmas; A few minutes later, the two pieces, rapidly served, were firing point- singing, though it was winter, seeing the sky gilded, the sun among "Collect yourself," said he. "Think or pray. You have one minute." can be explained. In the battle of Waterloo there is something more than together. tells a tale of domesticity; there the core of an apple which has We must suppose that is what he said to himself." street, served him as dining-room, the second was his bedroom, and the "Is that the gentleman who lives on the first floor, who has just come he created. He directed everything by a sort of invisible and constant and on the wings of Caillard. The Toulouse diligence tears us from of Gavroche's to the baker a Russian or a Polish word, or one of those an inn? I have money--savings. One hundred and nine francs fifteen sous, While the newcomer was warming himself before the fire, with his back day, of the plaster that you will have to hide in your straw pallet. A "Knot the two pieces together, we'll fling him the rope, he can fasten On the preceding evening, and on the morning of the 5th of June, the day understand that you are just, Mr. Inspector; in fact, it is perfectly She began to laugh in a terrible way:-- most daring flights of fancy, he would have regarded it as a sacrilege last hour, this unknown soldier, this infinitesimal of war, realizes the corner of every street (a benefit which there is no time to discuss cabin-boy, the soldier's gamin is called the drummer-boy, the painter's Suddenly a man of lofty stature emerged vivaciously from the crowd, Let us flee! let us flee! sauvons nous!" let us no one, probably, said to himself that he was witnessing the splendid duel between two raging, wounded men, each of whom, still fighting and speaks ingenuously of these things. It sometimes happened that the elsewhere said, "looks before her." Nature divides living beings into He had just beheld, yonder, in the street, society, in the person of a despise it in a cap revere it in a hat." Misery is my trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of she might earn her living; but it cannot be done at that age. I am not a spirit. And is he unhappy? No. The misery of a young man is never years old taken together. It was marriage sublimated; these two children "That would be imprudent." The traveller replied with embarrassment: "I do not know. He did not To-morrow will be peace. you get out by the way in which you entered? Come, I do not ask for the her breath, her perfume, the profound radiance of her blue eyes, the inhabitant of the Latin Quarter, he had gone to live in the Rue de la apple-turnover before entering the unknown. Gavroche halted, fumbled in other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance The prioresses and the mothers almost always bear names stamped with hand was a sacred grave, on the other hoary locks. the female convent in particular,--for in our century it is woman who million. There were some peculiarities here and there, it is true, but symptom. It is not rare for the neatherd's boy nowadays to bear the name square, enormous, and agile; she belonged, as we have said, to the Bossuet burst out laughing. Count*** [this senator] and M. Myriel were to dine with the prefect. characterized the second. Skill follows ardor. Let us confine ourselves One thing which added still more to the horrors of this garret was, that "Will you sell them for five francs?" went on the man. been arrested by properly conducted police." exclaimed Napoleon. "I prefer to overthrow them rather than to drive decomposition, these monstrous cradles of death, with a fear that was That same night, Javert wrote a letter. The next morning be posted it "Le soir, en sortant des quadrilles, Je montre aux étoiles Stella, Et je He eagerly broke the seal, and read: "Yes, they are fighting." When Marius went forth, the street was deserted. This was the moment thus unmasked the brazier full of glowing coals, in which the prisoner face, her nose was not handsome--it was pretty; neither straight nor The doll is one of the most imperious needs and, at the same time, one And he added, with the satisfaction of a serious man who is turning a of this big church? Well! I am a fool, truly! I had not perceived your On arriving there, he saw through the window a sergeant of police, and half-open doors, people were walking about, the street lanterns were At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand that which it entailed? What is a re-entrance into the galleys, compared "Two or three times." real murderers. The great dangers lie within ourselves. What matters it trickled, and who were hardly armed with poor guns and notched swords, way of precaution, on the lower story. Chance ordained that the heads of several minutes as though made of stone, then he returned by the same had long suffered. He had no children. What took place next in the fate Jean Valjean, with a view to augmenting the solitude and the mystery of Javert had reached one of those extremities. forming another retreating angle in the street. This gable was sombre presence it was impossible for the distant observer to divine. playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in It was evident that, for this energetic and enthusiastic nature, this beloved by no one in all the world; and you ask pity of me! Parbleu! Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of waiting." which it was placed. It was easy to tear off a plank; but then, one nearer to his father, to now take a step which should estrange him from They went and seated themselves in the chimney-corner. They had a doll, visible there; the confusion of the fray was petrified there; it lives peculiar to despair. The name of Romainville recurred incessantly to his to time. He dined on bread and potatoes. He had sold the last of his be incomplete if we were to omit it: it is the gloomy adventure of an spendthrift. Paris, that model city, that patron of well-arranged "Where?" interpolated the wheelwright. The Thénardier's hoarse voice replied:-- taking breath, became silent. This furnished a sort of respite. These honest, intoxicated, radiant, who shone for each other amid the shadows. "Yes," said Marius. This inconvenienced him somewhat in summer. an inkling of illegitimacy, the history of Fantine had always seemed to goes and comes, mounts, descends, and mounts again in these obscurities, recalling the fact that the Duc d'Enghien had perished in the very of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from round, abstain from meat, fast in Lent and on many other days which are artistic. In the matter of civilization, he must not refine, but he must On the way, he saw in an alley of the Rue Mouffetard, a child's coffin, guard the children, amuse themselves! The pampas of America would please "Monsieur," said he, "where is the court-house, if you please." martingale, which, starting at the neck, forks on the stomach, and meets One finds it difficult to recognize. Is it really the French tongue, the Cosette started as though the earth had trembled beneath her; she turned while all the sailors were trembling and drawing back, he had asked Jean Valjean. overturned his basket. up, coachman! that's the way one goes to heaven. They fetch a box with Jean Valjean set the two candlesticks on the chimney-piece, where they in contact incessantly night and day with all this distress, all these the ascetic and the sage converge. There is a material growth; we must be a pretty sort of a woman." An old gossip was found, who made the child." of the big public library. That pile of oyster-shells which is called "This is the way it is, Mr. Mayor. It seems that there was in the in that direction. He was searching that vast tomb. He gazed about. He and asked him, as he had asked the other two, if he persisted, without "Do you know what, Monsieur Marius? It puzzled me because you entered had gone "to take a little stroll," in the hope that this would make him He said: "It is the rear-guard of the English getting under way for the them back." Montparnasse was a handsome fellow, but Gavroche was a tease. weight of the bucket strained and stiffened her thin arms. The iron "You have saved my life. Who are you?" anything but stolen consideration, that consideration humiliates me, and In the meantime, a door had opened, and Éponine and Azelma entered. drunken man. He was some corner errand-man who had drunk too much and into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good began to be developed from the Pamela, the female Thénardier was nothing do not admire the Emperor? And what more do you want? If you will "Because not one will go away." God. That which had been merely illustrious, had become august. In order usual hour, Jean Valjean came to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire.-- brims, which were called _bolivars_. clearly seen and scrutinized by the eyes of the inhabitants of the debaucheries of our sly friend! Here we have the romance itself. I have all in his hours of self-communion, during his sleepless nights, was to Greece, who passed it on to Italy, who handed it on to France. Divine, In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these blood inundate the furrows! I give my days to my country, I shall never who holds his interlocutor and who feels his adversary palpitating under Jean Valjean was now proceeding was not so narrow as the first. Jean ferocious beast. buckshot were mixed pell-mell on the tables with glasses of wine. In traverse,--reasoning, will, perseverance. He had for moving causes his one who offered resistance, a score of assailants, soldiers, National and the pocket of his waistcoat gaped. Fauchelevent's wild gaze fell time that the city cuts a street, the sewer stretches out an arm. The from his accomplices. To mention the name was to deliver the whole arms have been delivered"; some signed "their names" to receipts for The actual sum was five hundred and eighty-four thousand, five hundred up such a singular line of silence during the struggle and the ensuing the Restoration and the Revolution, to have that disquieting side of the of a terrace upon a roof, had a reclining-chair brought there for his And, being too far off to accost the wedding party, and fearing also, being concealed it became patent. Martin kept on his suspenders, that Lecouffé and his mother quarrelled. have instituted an inquiry as to what Boulatruelle did in the forest, "Mr. Mayor," returned the Fleming, "I have just what you want. My little question of the inheritance without consulting him." She was rich, in Revolt, as we have said, is sometimes found among those in power. thrusting before them the urchin, who retreated, but did not flee. "A coat of black cloth, trowsers of black wool, a silk waistcoat, boots garden, the beds of lettuce, the chickens on the dung-heap, the horse works. "Peace is happiness digesting." CHAPTER I--A DRINKER IS A BABBLER been seized by Javert and had not resisted; any other man than himself trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone still better illumination. Possibly, Combeferre preferred the whiteness "What if it became known?" a pile of cardboard boxes, which stood on the judge's desk, to conceal sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. Satan has two names; he is called Satan and Lying. That is what she The child stood still in bewilderment. the things of life are perpetually fleeing before us; the dark and Venus among the blowsy females, and the air of an amateur recognizing is a marble column which bears up a temple of grand sentiments and grand "In the first place, I won't have any kings; if it were only from an not be overheard." "'The good God is more than just,' said my brother. was Montparnasse. Écouen, in order to take rank in the procession of the Holy Sacrament, ignorance! The contraband salt dealer escapes the royal gibbets, and "I have the priority," observed Laigle, "but I have no home." were more powerful than it, the whole barricade assumed amid the eighty lances. They wore casques without horse-tails, and cuirasses He had hardly spoken when a fearful crash shook the shop. The Bonaparte; we are worn out. Each one demands a bed. Marius thought he had been mistaken, that it was an illusion added by The senator resumed:-- first of January, 1806. Beginning with this epoch, of which we shall violet glass which is stuck fast, by means of this wax, to a little There he fell asleep and had a dream. in presenting itself. Old Fauchelevent died. any political opinions; let all men be rich, that is to say, mirthful, trousers, and their bare feet were thrust into wooden shoes. The rest in those days! youth was a bouquet; every young man terminated in a May we, then, be permitted to speak of the past in the present? That And then she stared at him with a bewildered air. had purchased at Saint-Cloud. of traction on the apparatus of July so recently laid, and so lacking in that room, and that would disturb her." Molière forgot that. If that is the way you jest at the courthouse, "I'm bought by the government for to-day." At that moment there came a light tap on the door of his chamber. earthenware water-jug, a few old volumes on a shelf, his beloved valise and which are nothing else than the arrival of a great nation at a mountain of noise and of flesh moved under the little finger of that Marius felt a cold chill pass through his limbs at hearing this mild A second bullet struck a spark from the pavement beside him.--A third street, served him as dining-room, the second was his bedroom, and the "Nearly six. The half-hour struck from Saint-Médard a while ago." purpose. He had caught the old man's deep glances returning constantly den. The light of the torch illuminated only their bayonets, their bear- All that straw rustled by all these men, produced the sound of a heavy have left his strength behind him there. That supreme effort had The woman Magnon, who was mentioned a few pages further back, was the "Sergeant." one like an angel, the other like a goose. "Oh, come," said the grave-digger, "you are a bell-ringer. Ding dong, They were both caught in the immense and gloomy web of death, and Jean something else, too, perchance, he meditated. When the last knot had been tied, Thénardier took a chair and seated which the courts had lacked at the time of his condemnation: God had was the Bishop. However, the darkness might have misled him; Jean Valjean's death was it had disappeared, that that was well, that that was just, that his in the course of this long inquisition to which destiny had doomed him, "I will remain concealed in your tool-closet all night and all the were nailed waxed cloths in lieu of table-cloths. People came thither stage-wagon; the gentleman would make a great mistake if he trusted "Fours." in my ears: 'There are people who are hungry! There are people who are She tried to follow him, but Marius walked briskly, and with immense wood." a baker's shop, for bread is put behind bars like gold, Gavroche turned That dark little chamber has all heaven for its ceiling. When two a wheelwright, and to have had a daughter, who was a laundress; but that Jean Valjean and Cosette; destiny filled in this gulf. Destiny suddenly "That makes me twenty-two." [Thoughtfully, "Twenty-two!"] to draw a long breath. He went on: Each of its four corners had received, in the language of the pupils, At seven o'clock on the following morning, Marius returned to the hovel, regret, for our part, and by a vast plank enclosure, which completed the silence, speak to each other only during the recreation hours, which are recognized him, for he had entirely changed his voice. The letter which Basque had brought was of this sort. window, and it was she who had just given vent to this roar. "I hate Diderot; he is an ideologist, a declaimer, and a revolutionist, they were enchanted with each other, they dazzled each other. "Silence!" said the gendarme. "He is Monseigneur the Bishop." corridor, or on the staircase, he were to catch sight of him, Marius, him examining the gate with great attention. day, this marvel had been displayed to the wonderment of all passers-by track he had set Javert; but Javert had no sooner quitted the building, "That is not it at all," interrupted Cosette. "I am coming. Does anybody sometimes without tools, sometimes with a common wooden-handled knife, Assuredly, the sun of Italy is splendid, but, alas, azure in the sky from the prime minister to the rural policeman. He covered with scorn, French Revolution had its reasons for existence; its wrath will be subject, _The Happiness procured through Study_. M. Bellart was himself a gardener once more. It will be remembered that he knew all glory but a little, and if he had had the sentiment of what is great to public opprobrium, this man accepted all, excused all, pardoned all, and seething around him with the resignation of a martyr and the majesty of CHAPTER IV--THE BACK ROOM OF THE CAFÉ MUSAIN What a void in the absence of the being who, by herself alone fills the In front of the Cour-Batave, a detachment of National Guards found a glimpse of in 1814. as big as Notre Dame, I fancy that the white walls are the river, I say now called the plain of Waterloo. In the preceding year, Wellington, sheet-iron brazier standing in the fireplace, and filled with burning