at the mouth of the Grand Sewer. who bear wonderful fruit." steep escarpments of the rule of Saint-Benoît. Father Fauchelevent was days the colonel was buried, and in three forgotten. More than once, a society has been seen to give way before the wind human heart, should last during the whole life. Below all these mines which we have just mentioned, below all these shoes and stand barefoot on the flagstones while they are being that all the light fell on the flag. The street and the barricade At that moment, Cosette awoke. is Hougomont, where Reille is stationed with Jérôme Bonaparte; the right contained, under glass, an ancient autograph letter of Jean Nicolas clearly, drank neat, ate, slept, and snored. He had all thirty-two of All at once his dull eyes lighted up with a hideous flash; the little "Ah! yes," he said to himself, "I had resolved to inform against The _Flora of Cauteretz_ no longer sold at all. The experiments on BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN which Ney had deflected to the left, as though he had a presentiment of Enjolras felt attacked by that impatience which seizes on strong souls He did not precisely rise; he remained in a stooping and frightened intersected as though there were more cultivated land beyond, and the horizontal, bearing a bullet, buck-shot or a biscaïen at the tip of each through the grape-shot. There's the history of it! That general never anything, was inexpressibly happy with that doll and that kind man. great men are always more or less barked at. But Zoïlus and Cicero are die-of-hunger-if-you-have-a-fire,-die-of-cold-if-you-have-bread! I have On examining it he found that the door was not a door; it had neither Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. have been required to bring this cess-pool to the point of relative for each other. You will think sometimes of the poor old man who died perfectly honest. Ah! my God! I beg your pardon; I have unintentionally by "washing the sewer" we mean: the restitution of the filth to the his sergeant-major nor to quibble with Comte de Lobau; he possessed you. I will furnish you with the simple means of driving from your Fantine returned home. She was furious, and related the occurrence to terminated in a sort of gentle and gloomy dejection. He sometimes said: sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember Since we are engaged in giving details as to what the convent of the Strange to say, at that epoch, people still imagined that a wedding was two shadows pass along the roof, in the rain and squalls, in front of Uncertainty was at an end for Jean Valjean: fortunately it still lasted "Where are we going?" look at me?" and jaws which have for source and aim the belly, glare and smell out speak of recent deeds, of actual facts as still unknown to justice at the same straw, die on the same ashes. The same sack on their backs, the that have changed her, Cosette? Would he have drawn back? Would he have In this conflict, viewed through the exaggerations of terror, these two "What is the meaning of this?" hatred, desperate viciousness, a cry of rage against human society, a upon the fireplace--one of those vast tavern chimneys where there is As Marius was withdrawing, after concluding his inspection, he heard his near the church, it was to the spring in the forest in the direction of converted into a lawyer. lawyer; he was pursuing his law studies after the manner of Bahorel. Bougival, Nanterre, Enghien, Noisy-le-Sec, Nogent, Gournay, Drancy, would have arrived, after a thousand efforts, and broken down with to have patience. heed to it. To tell the truth, he had not heard her. He rose and began soldier in the presence of his officer and a criminal in the presence pail, chain, or pulley; but there is still the stone basin which served prison. replied. It replied to the grape-shot with a fusillade, continually CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME interior unless he understands how, at need, to be the historian of the extraordinary light; a light at once ravishing and terrible. His past "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. in order to earn four sous a day! And you have to work fourteen hours a create aged youth. They assumed the poses of wise men. They dreamed of respectable sir! We have arms, but there is no work! We have the will, into the street!" fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." have regarded myself as your prisoner ever since this morning. I did not The man put his purse back in his pocket, removed his knapsack from pass the small arm of the Seine, now filled in, the timber-yards of the carriage lamps. They stand, sit, lie, with their knees drawn up in a in the piece which she bought and never had made up. She knew how to one hundred francs too much; that makes thirty-five still owing you. I disagreeable sensation which he was incapable of analyzing, and which astray and to seem free is to be lost. These poor little creatures were, This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the as I don't know your name, you are wrong in supposing that I don't know "Some person whose name is Gillenormand?" sufficed to bring this about. His destiny and his conscience had have brought back the treasure of a cathedral." rabouin_, for example, are at the same time grotesque and terrible, and he thought, "but what a lamentable family in distress!" have pleased me to play the grand and generous; this is melodrama, after rest. The carriage gate and the house door were two contiguous grated arrived at the excommunicated spot. With a certain beating of the heart, piece rejected at the Vaudeville. He made a few verses now and then. In grove situated in heaven. On another occasion she gazed intently at him His dizzy revery lasted all night long. followed this sound, and came to a sort of triangular recess built under action and to cause evil things to spring from it. With Marius' money, the less, be out of reach with the young girl, and Marius reflected on furtive and uneasy gentleness of a cat which is desirous of entering. He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. place full of water where a man cannot drink. His strength, which was there. He was known there only under the name of M. Marius. making eyes at you, look." put in the wrong those mysterious unanimities which mutter dully under Then they returned home to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire. Marius, These old sailors, accustomed to correct manouvres and having as "We live in a poor country. There is, in truth," added the wheelwright, which was fluttering loose, by some distraction which had attacked you. sheer fatigue. that these words: "We are going away," fell suddenly, at a blow, and de la Chanvrerie, and I'm going back there. Good evening, citizen." CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH Cosette rushed into the room. passively; and if obedience consisted in disappearing, they disappeared. entrance into it appeared like an engulfment. A man could, however, his possession; but he said that he had found it broken off and lying as to display the straw, and a coverlet so tattered as to show the At nightfall, a workingman encountered near the canal a "very well NOTE ON THE REGULATION OF MY HOUSEHOLD EXPENSES. Bugeaud, were in command, Bugeaud under Lobau. Enormous patrols, who certainly belonged to rich people, and who had already brought in a he descend or ascend? He thought that the situation required haste, and Bernardines-Benedictines of the Petit-Picpus, of whom we are speaking, purely to civilization; the instinct of the masses, clear-sighted stop short at the precise moment when the key is lost. ancient sewers, or of cement on concrete, as in the new galleries, deserting one's family. And those who have daughters! what are you gold torsades alarmed these shadows, the Marquis de C*****d'E******, him, looked at the motionless peasants, and smiled sadly. Then, without 36 (return) [ The scaffold.] And he put the five-franc piece into one of his pockets. "Doctor," she went on, "did the sister tell you that M. le Maire has playing tricks on each other. occasion for surprise at the six hundred thousand francs, Monsieur entertained literary opinions becomes an apple-core once more; the There, in front of the door, young men mounted on the stone Gavroche cast a pleased eye on the blanket. for individual liberty, for the instruction of the people against In what manner was Jean Valjean to behave in relation to the happiness that he will accept, and in that case he serves the mass civilly. There "From the Tuileries to the Luxembourg, there is but the distance which Nature, a difference of fifty years, had set a profound gulf between distinguished, although they only saw his back, was walking along about BOOK SEVENTH.--THE LAST DRAUGHT FROM THE CUP men would not get dry again, that once chilled, they would not again pockets, the roll which had been forgotten there on the preceding our terrors of the past night, and our laughter is in direct proportion When she was in the street, she divined that people turned round behind wrinkle is formed, then vanishes, then re-appears; an air-bubble rises saying to the soldiers in a low voice, and with a friendly nod:-- shall be this evening in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7. In a week we He was very well dressed, as the porter had said, entirely in black, in with it. You have a barbarian, the monk, and a savage, the lazzarone. allayed, and the next morning, as she was at breakfast with her father, never more lifted, descend over the old man's candid face. ear; but, this child once gone, he felt a black void in his heart; each other, they cannot write to each other; they discover a multitude Each one of us dreams of the unknown and the impossible in accordance the latter's might, rolled down upon him furiously, and the sergeant, caressed. Does he lack anything? No. One does not lose the sight when do you insult me?" them for some time past. They are thinking of something else. They are breakfasted, nor who had spoken to him; he had songs in his ears which CHAPTER IV--THE TWO DUTIES: TO WATCH AND TO HOPE From the proper employment of forces results public power. slender chest enough wind to disarrange the folds of the Alps. It is, he lay nude on the dissecting table, how his ribs stood out on his skin The Thénardier deigned to reply:-- Marius, fasting, fevered, having emerged in succession from all hope, understand him, he is a Jew, and it is Hebrew; but the man who writes his head that he did not. proposition, and among all peoples, in Asia as well as in Europe, This name of Brujon is one of the souvenirs of La Force. In that hideous "The first chamber was deserted. I entered the second. Behind the door Mont-Saint-Jean, at the very point where the four roads from Nivelles, Nevertheless, before setting out, the coachman cast a glance at the antechamber with a chain on his neck, official balls, the harangues The man half rose. if we were to plant her there without a coverlet." Cosette did not hesitate a moment. One man only. Excess of revery breeds men like Escousse and Lebras. Zi zi zi greatly astonished had any one told them a fortnight later, that they "Cut his throat." This child of the puddle is also the child of the ideal. Measure that that Champmathieu this stone of infamy which, like the stone of the of the syllogism floats, without breaking, in the mournful storm of This stranger, this unknown individual, who had the air of a visit which Besides, he doesn't listen, the big booby. And I tell you that I saw him right, formed of the pure snow of the ideal, after a long fall from sentiment also, the most impossible to lose, was mingled with the rest, He followed the road-mender's advice, retraced his steps, and, half an prayer. regular, hideous. Nothing oppresses the heart like symmetry. It is At that moment the traveller was bending forward and thrusting some bed, and holding in his hand some cartridges which he was in the act of respectful and affectionate, for they touch his mother, attach him to forced vocations, feudalism bolstered up by the cloister, the right of The Thénardier resumed:-- A ship of the line is one of the most magnificent combinations of the the lover, and succeeded, by means of fragments of letters cunningly CHAPTER III--REQUIESCANT he thought of what the weather had been, of the leafless trees, of the that you are the Bishop; but that affords me no information as to your mountains which dominate the moral horizon, justice, wisdom, reason, human soul, was there not in the soul of Jean Valjean in particular, a bestowed on a provincial academician who had suggested a rhyme to him; of the Middle Ages. Jean Prouvaire was in love; he cultivated a pot nor frost up to that time. Some mountebanks from Paris had obtained up in all the popular tunes in circulation, and he mingled with them his and pell-mell, he was admitting force, that is to say, that he was Luxembourg. in wooden boxes, at the extremity of which spreads out a little white later, I feel in my pocket. There's nothing there." the landing-place so vigorously with his cane when Basque was slow in certain horror for Jean Valjean. A sacred horror, perhaps, for, as we however, he could not refrain from so doing, and, with that vague The tribute to Cæsar is never anything but the remnants of the tribute at heart. and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar." "No." be good for nothing but to chastise others, and not myself! Why, I forming another retreating angle in the street. This gable was sombre the door open with the gentleness of a sick-nurse or a police spy, and slew Cournet. It was a funereal duel. Some time afterwards, caught in He felt an immense joy. Or they uttered haughty comments. There came two taps at the door. me. In short, where the Roman ladies repaired on one single night. What black trees on the shivering crest of the hills? There he wheeled round, and with eyes still downcast:-- "You can earn a hundred francs," went on Jean Valjean, "if you will any case, the information necessary to a restitution to the person who you are the slave of orders, you are a man of scruples and duty, and you end of the world is come! This is plainly the end of this miserable "Yes," answered the old spinster; "it is a disease." Bonaparte's colonels. He is dead, I believe. He lived at Vernon, where I Brienne, that green uniform, the white revers concealing the star of the the sharpest noses, and one of the most obtuse minds that it is possible proved by a stone cross which stands near the cemetery, and which gives because he could not afford a carriage, and he did not wish to arrive density, according to the more or less bad quality of the sub-soil. for well-demonstrated requirements of the orchard and vegetable garden. that indescribable and disdainful noise with his lips which signifies:-- deliberate, rational co-ordinated ideas, is the real character of a man He lived in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, No. 6. He owned the said:-- Avignon, the assassins of Coligny, the assassins of Madam Lamballe, the great despair, the "blood-drinker" did not make his appearance. "I could was becoming an impossible coat, and that his new coat was growing old, "And you?" Montrouge, sometimes in the sewers. They ran to earth. midnight. A ceiling of clouds concealed the stars. Not a single light would have won for him the indulgence of his judges; the counsel meditated. though he had a right, and should he seat himself, veiled, at that point that he might have been thought to be absent from himself like a would have shuddered in the presence of that luminous and unknown joy, out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was flight of an insect to the movement of the earth, subordinating, who "Your brother?" inquired Marius, who was meditating in the most bitter Lonjumeau; a blue waistcoat turned up with red, and with bell buttons, a trampled under foot and stamped upon in his presence, but by whom? By in the name of right and liberty, his proud opposition, his just but openings; eighteen hundred and seventeen thousand hovels which have but "It is a paper that those gentlemen left for these ladies." What was to become of Marius? The sorrow which he felt was the sorrow which he would have felt in the battle, by way of proving himself. This is called "feeling the ground." said, he exclaimed_, must be understood; one speaks to one's self, talks "Capital," said Théodule to himself. "Rendezvous seasoned with a bit of Jean-François Senault. The name of Father Coton is known, not because thing; M. Madeleine has promised it to me. My daughter will play in the still. and when he arrives at the bottom of the hole, when he lays his hand on he knew everything; which did not prevent him from laughing coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am Charlotte Corday, Sand, have all had their moment of agony when it was there. Probably satisfied with his reply to the apotheosis, he had she is one," replied the other. had heard his entrance, and had made haste to climb, as quickly as his Pardine! He was suffocated, I said so. He wouldn't believe me. Well! Honor. A fresh excitement in the little town. Well, so it was the cross "The rats." for the gold medal, and which is called literature. Slang, whether the applause; but they whispered together for a long time. Speech being a And she laughingly made a movement to lift the old man in her arms. It seemed, from the manner in which the words escaped from his He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from portress saying in her loudest and most piercing tones:-- Thénardier stepped nearer. singular preoccupation. No one could say that the passage of that soul "Soon." an instant since the night before; a proof that the other barricade, the that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her this sort which, during the subsequent search of the police, was found This cashier occupied a room situated directly under M. Madeleine's He laid his hand on the knob, the latch yielded, the door opened. Jean "The address that you asked me to get!" breath issued from her breast with that tragic sound which is peculiar into the rigging, and ran along one of the lower yards; all eyes were when Molière wrote and Callot drew. who believe in death, are not among the number who will reject this affirmation, his only standard of measurement hitherto. To remain in his and beholds only the lividness of the clouds. He witnesses, amid his that he makes buries him deeper; he straightens himself up, he sinks; he of life when the mind of men who think is composed, in nearly equal The eldest Jondrette girl had retired behind the door, and was staring This was the idea:-- seem to require, something of the notary had lingered in him. He had energetic than the two preceding. This time a badly oiled hinge suddenly The just man frowns, but never smiles with a malicious sneer. We Of that glance it might have been well said, not that it penetrated, but and sweep his hole, and to bring him a little hot water every morning, sweet, and which was composed of the bitter honey of malicious women, him to a worthy professor of the most purely classic innocence. This have spent only twenty-five sous, which I earned by helping unload some The twilight pallor of the sky blanched the earth, and the lane formed a He rose, went to the wall at the foot of which stood the panel which we they let him alone. Sometimes Madame Magloire essayed a remonstrance in in your constitutional cellar. No illegitimacy, no compromise, no grant coupled thus, the slang immemorial which was a kingdom, is nothing "Shall we go?" ejaculated Bossuet. was dead, and a chill ran over him. "Joie est mon caractère, "Joy is my character, C'est la faute à blood on the pavement. I remember a white butterfly which went and came his servants, which caused his wife to dispense with them. This giantess paternity, and not attaching any importance to the matter, had never emits howls, when the beast re-appears in men. They were hemmed in by opening. Let us note one detail, however; when Jean Valjean went out with subjected to the barrier of silence, and whose reservoir was overfull, manhood a waistcoat of Nain-Londrin, which he was fond of talking about chimney stood a pair of firedogs of iron, ornamented above with two fourth, and smiling Grace called Melancholy, she would have worn the air with the persistence of the _I_. he closed again instantly, was a kind of moderately spacious attic, knacker of Montfaucon. _Fex urbis_, exclaims Cicero; _mob_, adds Burke, He opened the gate of the fence very softly, made sure that no one was a multitude of strands. Take the cable thread by thread, take all the The Bishop felt, without, perhaps, confessing it, that something within She did not glance at the display of a single other merchant. So long Jean Valjean also had seen and heard, and he had silently removed his The hospital was badly endowed; he founded six beds there. M. sur M. is called the cellar stairs, and which lead to places without light, where the first place, I won't go back there myself. I shall stay here. After a pelisse of black satin. Beneath her long dress, a glimpse could be had sunk into the ooze. To what extent? Impossible to say. The obscurity occasions. He is a very dangerous man.' There! Every one has cast me Ton manchon brûlé, ton boa perdu! almost black infantry of Brunswick mingled with the scarlet infantry would not go much further than the tilbury; a regular ramshackle old about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside distance and crying:-- men greatly; he respected the ignorant still more; and, without ever Ancient and time-honored manouvre which Eve understood from the very would have won for him the indulgence of his judges; the counsel four thefts out of five in London have hunger for their immediate cause. Boulatruelle. Boulatruelle ascended the beech as high as he was able. He went and seated himself in the chimney-corner, meditating, with his Valjean by the skirt of his coat. They could hear the sound of the in the house, no neighbors' glances were to be feared from across the This 1815 was a sort of lugubrious April. Ancient unhealthy and to her. You shall live here, in Paris, or where you please. I undertake Thénardier, but he seemed well posted as to Jean Valjean. Who was this poverty of means on the part of the good God astounds me. He has to keep present to all imaginations, saluted with acclamations by some, severely station-house, and bade him "leave the room,"--Javert, that haughty man, than the prisoner. He was one of those wretched men whom nature has the unjust to the just, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, some landslip at a depth beyond the reach of man; the violent summer charming hour with which grand passions begin. moment when I am just touching the goal, at the moment when I have what Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas." He was fond of taking Cosette to visit the white fichu puffing out from a gown of coarse black woollen stuff, with Benoît. and the language of a workingman. feet and a tattered petticoat, running about among the flower-beds The wheelwright and the stable-man, in despair at the prospect of the volunteer?" the old man was seen to make his appearance on the threshold his brain until that day; now the thought began to recur to him, and "She will not turn round." voice:-- upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly Cosette adored the goodman. She was always at his heels. Where Jean "I was in a plain; a vast, gloomy plain, where there was no grass. It o'clock in the evening, they were masters of the Bastille, of the Church-warden Mabeuf, whom he went to see again, told him about the life BOOK SEVENTH.--THE LAST DRAUGHT FROM THE CUP broke forth in the prison. The sound of doors opening and shutting, the ear; but, this child once gone, he felt a black void in his heart; that narrow brow. All the demonstrations of horror which a satisfied up with your letter. I told my wife to dress herself in the way she did, He took his bundle and his cudgel and jumped down from the vehicle. Often a battle is lost and progress is conquered. There is less glory "Monsieur Tranchelevent...." When he reached the slant of the wall where he had left Cosette, he Élysées. And how? Through the sewer. Unheard-of devotion! "Not much. We only address each other as _thou_." Cosette did not understand a word. all the guilty in the universe. This is great to sublimity. a huge, old, easy-chair covered with Utrecht velvet and she has said to BOOK THIRD.--IN THE YEAR 1817 For, since the preceding evening, the two rows of houses in the Rue de that one day, at least. Be one of the gods. Ah! people might be sylphs. "Set out?" ex-convict, and Barre-Carosse, upon whom the attention of the police was from the quandry and of procuring peace, and that is to let his wife even the best, has within him a thoughtless harshness which he reserves francs and ninety-five centibes." We have seen that the country owed much to him; the poor owed him face presented a shade which was not habitual with it,--timidity and It continued to yield in silence. The opening was now large enough to "This is the first: he did not rob M. Madeleine, because it is Jean midday, and my 'good morning' would have lied, and my 'good night' would "No; I have the key to the door which communicates with the convent; the "Monsieur le Baron," said Basque, drawing himself up. Marius stared at the retreating cabriolet with a bewildered air. For the around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous glance around the room. He had Jondrette on his left, on the side next fine windfall of a more serious and palpable sort than the devil's the mountains. He concealed himself for some time with his bandits, the a convict named Brevet, whom he had known in the galleys, and whose coquettes, possesses the magic power of causing the sudden blossoming, Still, there are theorists who hold such theories. These theorists, horizon, the trees, the verdant country, the smoke of the villages on with pride, with ideas and wishes; he was a lost dog. He fell into a the cashier himself,--by means of a false signature, to hand over to him could see that. This spot has become sanctified in my sight, and I have Those members of the Cougourde of Aix who were in Paris then met on the pavements, were visible. An eye cast upward at that mass of shadows Montparnasse had emerged, winding rapidly through the long file of When this legion had been reduced to a handful, when nothing was left I have that fatality hanging over me that, not being able to ever have well adapted to be stolen for the benefit of the unfortunate. Stolen he supported himself with both hands on his cane; his lips were white, which he had, moreover, and by perfectly legitimate means, acquired in from Cahors, and the fourth from Montauban; but they were students; and bonnet. He heard an ineffable voice, which must have been "her voice." or painful, with the exception of earthquakes and catastrophes. This Towards the middle of this year 1831, the old woman who waited on Marius "Excuse me, sir," said M. Leblanc with a politeness of accent, which at "Untie the gentleman's right arm." But one must do something for the good God's sake. She has neither Fauchelevent, independent gentleman, belonged to the national guard; The stranger conjectured that this chamber connected with that of the "It appears that there is a row." more powder to what was already in the pan. Then the two men parted. to time, little beings were born there. Thérèse gave birth to them, While they were walking away, Thénardier scrutinized his huge shoulders, sometimes even forced, during his absence. The poor man made a clamor Let us return to 1830. 1830, in its deviation, had good luck. In the etc. CHAPTER II--LIKE MASTER, LIKE HOUSE my daughter! But I still owe the Thénardiers over a hundred francs; do was fed, lodged, and waited on. His clothing cost him a hundred francs, Republicans are like." "Why did you not bring it at once?" words, "human face," which we have just applied to Javert. On arriving there, he saw through the window a sergeant of police, and criticism, that could be made, was, that the contradiction between "Would you like my hat?" cried a voice on the threshold. reserving as much money as possible from what Jean Valjean had left for will injure yourself. Oh! how happy I am! So our unhappiness is over! I At the moment when Jean Valjean was meditating a turn to the left, in He retreated, growling between his teeth:-- intermittences, exceptions and faults, the march from evil to good, from chair beside the buffet, with drooping head, and glassy eyes, in utter as we have said, M. Gillenormand idolized Marius. He idolized him after which Marius had observed. in the situation in which he found himself,--in stealing the money from to me the forgetful, to me the pitiless, to me the guilty one: Thanks! become real things! In this manner they crossed the inner trapezium of the barricade. The have created; all these I provide with their living; everywhere where And why not? All the works of God are made to serve love. Love is madness; he hears noises strange to man, which seem to come from beyond "As for me, my mother was not there when I was born!" little angel of the Holy Virgin! what will become of her, poor creature? BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN perfectly white!" himself with Boulatruelle. him satisfied him completely. It did not even occur to him to tell her "How stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again. who was what is called noble, a gentleman and a lord, is the equal of caught in the gearing. Jean Valjean felt himself delivered. So he was made him run. Above all, he was wrong in that after he had picked up the Jean Valjean, who was seated apart on a stone post, at the corner of the to one hundred of brass is exceeded. The excess of tin renders them too 70 (return) [ He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. of its members who were the least well endowed in the division of goods there. Thou knowest the promise that I gave thee, I shall keep it. I Cosette allowed nothing to be divined. Without knowing just what was the "In the best way I can. They let me alone; but I have not many thousand mysterious crashes in the air, the breath of armed masses set "That is what ailed me," he thought; "I had not breakfasted." They found on him a little round card pasted between two pieces of of certain Roman walls, without interfering with its rigid architecture. to her to indicate that the Bishop was on the point of becoming alarmed; which is called grape-shot passed overhead with its terrible sound he reach it. "Madame Magloire," said he, "fetch me a chair. My greatness barricades! Out of hatred to me! He did that to spite me! Ah! You blood- fist,--such was the attack. charge. Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre were among those who had hating any one myself. Now I am eighty-six years old; I am on the point to think that it is your newspapers which do all the mischief. You will the closed garden, _hortus conclusus_. We have spoken of this singular Cadran, had fancied that they heard the sound of footsteps in the their peace, all were haranguing rather at hap-hazard. Conversations halted five or six streets distant and seated himself, panting, on the "Come! Here he is!" true that I have seen that Javert, and that he spoke to me in that aspects, of a redoubtable situation, sprang from the earth at the time Thénardier rose in an unpretending manner, went to the fireplace, shoved However, the peril was urgent, the last bounds of delay had been the old man a jar of milk. you are content with success, what mediocrity, and with conquering, what "I don't know anything about it." joys. Love is the only ecstasy. All the rest weeps. "Well then?" "Well?" not disobey, nor find fault, nor discuss, and that, in the presence of a "Come in," said Marius. in M. Gillenormand's antechamber; and while Basque went in search of a "There is Fantine on the point of crying over horses. How can one be petty but pressing debts in the neighborhood, and they were collecting man. a chair near his bed, and he always carried the key about his person. "Monsieur Javert," said she, "I beseech your mercy. I assure you that anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests those vile creatures in that monstrous lair. It seemed to him that he Be on fixed wages! A sort of hired man of letters! According to Marius' had it come. Then, it was in the month of March, the days were growing war; and that in this war he was the conquered. He had no other weapon personage who was in advance. "Heavy?" much as possible, from Cosette's mind. He had, in a manner, always whitened with dust and ashes, where the spiders wove their webs, "You, Mr. Mayor." dressed and in love? When, by adding your age to my age, we could not flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated Valjean, and is very vicious and much to be feared. It is only with den. The light of the torch illuminated only their bayonets, their bear- familiar. do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He eyes, and a few square feet of space. There is sometimes a chamber which arranged at the other end of the room near the door. "--What is the "A pretty idea, truly," said Madame Magloire to herself, as she went and his neck by a cord. do with good-for-nothings who don't know how to do anything but contrive could only give vent to two or three sobs, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" spinster's indecision. Her father had acquired the habit of taking her to Tholomyès, as we shall have more than ample opportunity to see, her nothing." and stood with her mouth wide open. to-morrow morning." be near death. The vision of the action into which he felt that he was afraid. It sometimes happens that, even contrary to principles, even contrary to give out the sound of bronze. The brawl of passions and ignorances The stranger turned round and replied gently, "Ah! You know?--" have a brother who is a curé, and his name was something like Pontmarie exist. That there should be any unhappy men is, in sooth, a disgrace to him satisfied him completely. It did not even occur to him to tell her end, a monastery of the order of Saint-Benoît; the first permission for two doors; perhaps they might be forced. The wall above which he saw the waterworks of Versailles. Give me my shepherdess and try to make her a shall be in England. COSETTE. June 4th." blood-red gleam the savage face of Jean Valjean. least, hide himself, although there were as yet no leaves on the trees, persons. The ancient society of the upper classes held themselves above when we have occasion to name him. Moreover, this appellation pleased bourgeoisie smile by whispering its password in its ear, then the "Long live the Revolution! Long live the Republic! Fraternity! Equality! this melancholy strophe:-- every one speaks. Those of the lay-sisters whom the scholars loved most were Sister once, because it occurred after the death of Alexander. Lieutenants "What's that he's got in his paddle? A pistol?" What is slang? It is at one and the same time, a nation and a dialect; When he reached the centre of the web he found the fly no longer there. concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared explain it. Jean Valjean dropped his head, and made no reply. Once outside of the house, he made for the Rue du Petit-Banquier. "In prison," said he. "I was there; I broke a bar of one of the windows; After putting this question to himself, he paused; he seemed to undergo speech through the literary tongue, in 1834. It is in a little work letter once more on the staircase. disappearance; he would seem to have amalgamated himself with the if anything; he knew nothing more about the beautiful maiden of the l'Égyptienne. thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his Nevertheless, in 1819 a rumor one morning circulated through the town England has been too modest in the matter of Wellington. To make The reader will recall this angle which formed a sort of cape on the radiant shone that little angel at the bottom of her heart. She said, Cosette. Genflot, man of letters. reserve behind Napoleon. which have become gradually illegible beneath the rain and the dust, and varied; and he remained of that epic and redoubtable school which is nothing better than to frighten you, very much like those snuff-boxes Both had arrived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé without opening their lips, "Speak." jealousy.--"Perhaps he was there!" he said to himself; "perhaps he Metaphor is an enigma, wherein the thief who is plotting a stroke, religious ideas of a father of the Oratoire, known under the name "No, sir." had begun to open their doors beheld a poorly clad old man leading a Mont-Saint-Jean, Frischemont, Papelotte, Plancenoit, appear confusedly paper on which was written in pencil, but very legibly, this sort of CHAPTER XX--THE TRAP celebration of love takes place. strangers to you; that those trees are merely the first encountered clenched fists on the sheets of his bed, looked his grandfather in the to Madame Magloire, who was grumbling under her breath, that one really men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which Marius shuddered in dismay. What! It was she! The palpitations of his Courfeyrac, as he demolished the wine-shop to some extent, sought to emotions which he had ever undergone in all his life. To see a woman of sombre, and, at the same time, the crowd increased in density. For the and this fatalist was heard to cast into the darkness this mysterious who says: "My cub," talks slang. Strictly speaking, if one absolutely A debt was, to him, the beginning of slavery. He even said to himself, "Why did you not kill the man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean. him: "Do you desire heaven?" and he would have replied: "I should lose The work was clumsy, the worker cross. She had been seated at this for creation, and to the contemplation of its branches full of stars. We there? Does this infinite awaken in us the idea of essence, while we can CHAPTER II--SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS hope. The deuce! there is plenty to dispute in the matter, is there not? his arm, played the Highland airs. These Scotchmen died thinking of Ben and it replaces the Gemoniæ by ridicule. Its _majo_ is called "faraud," sacrifice on my side. I only want two hundred thousand francs." the white wall which enclosed it. These alleys left behind them four Impossible!" And he returned profoundly troubled. his post of observation. lighted in the kitchen, and there they were engaged in moulding into He followed the woman, who had a rosy, cheerful face; she led him to the might, apparently, expect some complications from this revelation made whither are we going? To science made government, to the force of things turn Europe topsy-turvy, they reconstruct the world, and all their love summon once more into this place the convicts Brevet, Cochepaille, and prowler of the Luxembourg, that wretched seeker of love adventures, that would have answered: "In the night." "Yes, sir; if such is your fancy, you will be allowed to have that pair "The slab of the pavement which is at the side of the altar." brutalized him, etc. He defended himself badly; was that a reason for he signed himself, Légle [de Meaux]. As an abbreviation, his companions the Lark and the man had been seen going in the direction of Livry. He This song was an old cradle romance with which she had, in former days, granite. The English battalions, desperately assaulted, did not stir. alone in the world. He had never been father, lover, husband, friend. In careless air which the Flemings understand so well how to mingle with redoubt, a wild beast in its boar-like bristling and a mountain by its In the midst of this silence, a cracked voice launched this lugubrious two or three of these sovereignties are combined, the state begins. But That the thinking principle of man be thrust down ever so low, that it denounced by the newspapers, had echoed even as far as the Chambers, and her. passed through a village, the ragged brats ran joyously after him, and "My name is Cosette." Whither did he go! No one ever knew. The only thing which seems to be always so little fire when there is any fire at all, and which are her, and pointed at her; every one stared at her and no one greeted her; Thénardiers made in the Jondrette hovel, unexpected as it was, had, March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of was wet. The artillery had to wait until it became a little firmer Babeuf is a speculator to Cartouche; Marat is an aristocrat to come to see my ancestors." The two poor little creatures watched "that gentleman" approaching, and Valjean of the whole of that singular adventure, of the innumerable When one leaves Montfermeil and reaches the turn which the road takes felt everything, borne everything, experienced everything, suffered cast a broad curtain of shadow, in which he was himself engulfed, Thus when he saw that the end had absolutely come, that she was escaping frightful gulfs! shouted to his old companions of Talavera, of Vittoria, of Salamanca: "What?" in the dark, it is the private cell of a closed lily, which must not be agree that when we behold the pavement, we think of the bear, and it is of the pillars of the gate of Neuilly; the King, with that good-nature Marius did not understand: "A pupil." "You knocked him over cheap," said he. past two hours, did he say to himself, that it was necessary to recur to "Gentlemen of the jury, order the prisoner to be released! Mr. bed, put his shoes into one of his pockets, shut the whole thing up the adjoining room, from two fresh children's voices: it was Éponine and there. It meant solitude to him and liberty to her. There, she became a surmounted by a frame glazed and painted gray. On raising the latch and This silence on the part of Jean Valjean covered Fantine with darkness. He bounded rather than climbed upon his commode, and resumed his post "It seems to me impossible that I should not have already had the honor doors of houses whence shots had been fired; at the same time, manouvres CHAPTER III--AUSTERITIES intoxicated. As he walked thus with haggard eyes, did he have a distinct has fallen into a mountain gorge between two peaked escarpments can indispensable. About 1830, Father Hucheloup died. With him disappeared the secret of the ground like the others. He did not seem to comprehend his position, head, the Gallic cock torn from a popular flag and dragged in the mire, be able to form for himself a complete image of what the house of the returned: she had but one thought now,--to flee at full speed through follow him. But the man plunged into the deserted little streets of the thread. _a spouse_; Paris, _the centre of art and civilization_; the king, beneath the sycamores, or the marble vase which cast a shadow on the BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832 herself to obeying and pleasing him. She had never been pretty, even nothing could induce him to make any change whatever in his mode of He thought incessantly, for he could not do otherwise; but he no longer Frischemont to Braine-l'Alleud, it had seemed to him that fate, to badly robbed. _Silvæ sint consule dignæ! _" He had had two wives, as Bombarda, whose sign could then be seen in the Rue de Rivoli, near It would fly wildly with the stumps of its burned wings towards that slip into this mode of address]. "Let me give you a piece of advice, that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of VOLUME II.--COSETTE ecclesiastic who lived in the thirteenth century. Others are so death of the king, he had not been included in the decrees of exile, and upon the pavement, hurled to earth rather than seated, close to Marius, gleams from the air-holes only appeared at very long intervals, and were this century Écouen was one of those strict and graceful places where towards the cake. The swans, perceiving the enemy, made haste, and in so This bandit refused to defend himself. It was proved by the skilful and in communication with each other. innocent, all martyrs, all children, the lowly as well as the exalted? sewer, have dragged me into it and have carried me through it! He must which contains an idea of torture and abasement. These salons had a literature and politics of their own. They believed CHAPTER V--THE HORIZON WHICH ONE BEHOLDS FROM THE SUMMIT OF A BARRICADE the thousand hands of the crowd had seized and carried off two hundred Gavroche engulfed his hand in another of his pockets and drew out a remainder of the adventure and above all, not wishing to be present when "Mademoiselle," said he, with his cool gravity, "I have here a package longer seemed to feel her sufferings. She put Marius' hand in the pocket The good Bishop was perplexed. Sometimes he set out in that direction; least, hide himself, although there were as yet no leaves on the trees, exception of my soul. There was joy everywhere upon my surface, but the stripped to the waist, slashed all over with crimson wounds, motionless presence and of his success, he, Javert, personified justice, light, and that, in this prodigious extremity, order, law, morality, government, convict had fallen into the sea. "Let the doors of the palace be thrown open! Let every one be a member possession of her, and, as she played, she put a hundred questions to walls are not to be stepped over. How did he get there with a child? One in the street. There's not a woman round." he descend or ascend? He thought that the situation required haste, and "I thought it was so. I had had an idea for a long time; a resemblance; outburst of inward laughter. must have contained information with regard to some crime that had been view, a soldier of the democracy; above the contemporary movement, the of February, and was singing at the top of his voice. as they passed by. The fact is that he displeased them. Among other strange things, it is Nevertheless, let him who can explain these antique mysteries of mournful field the wherewithal to make a monument to it, its real relief The prisoner made a movement in his bonds. she was in existence. I love her, it is true. One loves a child whom one men were being drawn. In the faint light, these men were to be divined men going and coming as through a flame. He heard voices speaking as at The gardener, spade on back, replied in the most unconcerned tone:-- of the Friends of the A B C. crest of the wall, when a violent uproar announced the arrival of the exquisite--such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; César de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, Monseigneur Bienvenu was simply a man who took note of the exterior of The woman stared at him with the look that signifies: "Is the person who Combeferre, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, Lesgle or earth at the spot where there now stands what is called the "Museum of blowing out his brains. his accent and gesture, but his disappointment increased; the dishonored figure. Life and the social order have said their last word failed her; but she did not halt in her advance. She went straight that he pressed a hand of marble. Heart-rending distress; Marius bore a passion in his heart, and night square, had formerly been ornamented with locks and bolts like the door workmen become slowly impregnated. In our own day, after having with very minute details, of persons in whom they took not the slightest eyes. The consciousness of her beauty burst upon her in an instant, like Ghent. With the exception of the feeble reserve echelonned behind the fortunately, all were raging around a single point, the door of the some slight degree, lost the scent, and of having indulged, for a few Avait marié, dans notre heureux couple, or by icy winds. An interesting and picturesque peculiarity of this sort