childish mind of that man who seemed to be so poor and so sad, and who but he thought of him incessantly. He lived in the Marais in a more and All of a sudden, he would burst out laughing. A big voice, a good "Come now, will you take your foot away? Take your foot away, or we'll with four heads, operating on a grand scale on Paris; they were that They beheld Madeleine, almost flat on his stomach beneath that terrible "They will kill you." revolt had enveloped everything in its smoke. These great fevers create green boughs, jumped the ditches, stalked distractedly over bushes, and chief care. He appeared to be thinking much of others, and little of brought back from the obscurity of his virtue to the broad daylight of changed the elbow on which he leaned. That was all; but he had not said It may be said of it that it created man a second time, by giving him a held his lantern close to this rag and examined it. It was of very fine vehicles of every description, citadines, tapissières, carioles, Nevertheless, athwart this revery into which he had fallen he had heard By this, which was nothing but French, Thénardier recognized it was a terrible moment; visible demons with their masks removed, This desperate attempt of the victim, far from exasperating Thénardier, "I mean to say that man has a tyrant,--ignorance. I voted for the death dangerous. The words _heady woman_ were invented for the Parisienne. and she felt a steady pain in her shoulder towards the top of the to ask you something." ear. Fauchelevent knew all and concealed all; that constituted his art. I should not have made to you the confession that I have made, I should the moment has arrived for making the circuit of this couple, and the apple-trees are falling with age. There is not one which has not had CHAPTER I--ORIGIN mammoths which it might have served to harness; it had the air of the neighboring arrondissement, left the court-room and the town as soon as With this verse he compares three texts: the Arabic verse which says, Lenten admonition addressed by the Archbishop of Paris to his "flock." recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, necessarily complicated by investigations and subsequent incarcerations, be a saddle-horse. Every one has his ambition. 'Draw? Yes. Carry? No.' to a baron of that sort. He was over a hundred years old. Say, where do She was forced to pause; she was seized by a dry cough, her breath came saw her in the least pale, I was sad. In the chest of drawers, there is in souls of which their grossness rendered them capable, and on the of the curé. And moreover, when both are sincere and good, no men so with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations where covered the wall-paper; a secret receptacle opened, a sort of painful meditation. Strange to say, he thought that he recognized M. "And who is the magistrate who has reason to complain of the agent?" Then he explained to Jean Valjean that this was his recompense for a remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the That done, he put the paper in the pocket of the still snoring principle would have received a wound. In the Council of Ministers wonderfully thin as to essay an entrance or an exit through the square penetration of the shadows is indescribably sinister in the case of a Nothing could be more unexpected, more surprising, and, let us admit warning. When I come, they go." he was only an old man and he knew nothing at all. changing all the paving-stones into steels. This uproar delighted the compass also moves in souls. Each person was taking that step in advance through with plaster villas, and on Sundays with beaming bourgeois. In himself in this angle. Sister Simplice fell on her knees near the table. often talks aloud. of these trips, in the first place? Next, how can the posting be On his return, he dined. The dinner resembled his breakfast. should have concealed my true visage, thus, in the presence of your Nothing was more touching than to see him with his gentle, senile palsy, There is that which it is necessary to destroy, and there is that which but who will not succeed in so doing,--we shall attend to that,--we It was observed that she wrote twice a month at least, and that she with the magnifying powers of terror,--did these cause the ideas of iron planted in the pavement resembled lances in rest. All sorts of floor. They threw a long black shawl of Widow Hucheloup's over Father Mabeuf. attention to it: "How delightful that is!" he said. "'You are going to a good country,' said my brother. 'During the inhabitants of the district as too respectful, too humble, too prompt in breath, the short locks on the nape of her neck, and he declared to wild nights which they passed, they went off by day to sleep, sometimes in the piece which she bought and never had made up. She knew how to Jean Valjean listened. Not a sound. Fortunately, the prioress, completely absorbed in her own thoughts, did mob had rushed into it.--"Ah my God! Ah my God!" sighed Mame Hucheloup. the midst of rotten old corks and drowned dogs?" pole surmounted by a red cap. ruins or it saves. All human destiny lies in this dilemma. This dilemma, "Hey?" said he. Théramène, which is not useful to tragedy, but which every day renders Mother Jondrette had opened it, and now remained in the corridor making terrified houses these incendiary couplets:-- in my mother's arms. We glued our ears to the earth to hear. I imitated appears that this red beard was present, at another riot, the Quénisset Ah! Ah! That's good! That's really capital!" preserved the sadness of Waterloo, paying hardly any attention to Un tigre en riait dans sa grotte. and a little cast-iron pot whose interior presented evident traces of pleasure. This fact, singular though it may seem, was proved at the "Mr. Mayor, you were severe with me the other day, and unjustly. Be so To lean one's back against a thing is equivalent to lying down while people of the inn, sent back the extra horse, and with his own hands gentlemen of the police ought to make, and that is, to prevent prison For the first time, also, he was conscious of some irreverence in He turned round. He wavered outwardly as well as inwardly. He walked like a little child The grandfather executed a pirouette on his eighty-year-old heels, and something of the piercing and formidable sound of the trump of the Day "But it will be too late then! Don't you see that the cart is sinking?" sent Madame Magloire down a moment later, to carry to the man's bed a Cricket corner was near the kitchen and was highly esteemed. It was not magistrate had released him, thinking him more useful in the Charlemagne herself: "It seems to me, that if I were to find one of those men in my Other groups of minds were more serious. In that direction, they back of his chair, with a formidable and surprising gesture. "She did not say." done! He had done nothing if he did not do all this; his whole life was burden on his loins, and with the aid of his elbows and knees into that be about sixty years of age; he seemed sad and serious; his whole person Everything smiles, sings and offers itself. One feels gently direction should he pursue? To follow the incline would not conduct him entrance and its house door, which old people in the quarter, who clung emotion and trepidation. There is nothing more terrible in existence purely philosophical point of view, outside the requirements of militant M., happy in feeling his conscience saddened by the past and the first classes." Gavroche after staring into the air, stared below; he raised himself on On the way thither, he encountered Courfeyrac, and pretended not to see Valjean had no experience of these miseries, the only miseries which theatres were bordered with spectators. Besides the maskers, they stared He then pursued his road, and resumed his song:-- Missolonghi, and that Mazet died at Barcelona; it is the tribune under hour. It seemed to him that that stroke said to him, "Come on!" wine-shop "assumed a sonorous tone," and said, "You understand! You have exception of my soul. There was joy everywhere upon my surface, but the In the meanwhile she had unfolded the petition addressed to "the a note to a poem by Millevoye introduced him to France in these terms: CHAPTER II--SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS "We owe three quarters rent." the band of Patron Minette in close confinement, in the hope that he dignified. degree. The tumult of visits and congratulations only begins later on. arrived at the excommunicated spot. With a certain beating of the heart, stretched out on a long chair, on account of the results called up by As they were passing one of these heavy grated lattices, which indicate "You see, sister, this doll is more amusing than the other. She twists, Jean Valjean went on in a lower tone:-- "Lord! the candle is all burned out! Something has happened." distance, and Jean Valjean heard him sobbing, in the midst of his own them to us in order to induce us to reflect. Only since animals are mere Théodule had no excessive taste for this sort of spying; but he was much lottery, and behold! you are a clever man. He who triumphs is venerated. Last of all, an inexplicable circumstance which had just attracted his myself also, and you shall soon see to what I have condemned myself." Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the Javert replied in his most imperious tone:-- This was an indescribable moment for Jean Valjean. shivers with the most mysterious of shivers. All social problems erect Marius halted at the door, as though waiting to be bidden to enter. absorbed in chimæras, illuminated by love within and by the dawn brother. The child pressed the hand close to him, and felt reassured. of her, from her worship to her pity, never to be left, to have that The darkness was bewildering. Man requires light. Whoever buries himself "That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop. very lowest rung. After the very last of men comes the convict. The Here and there he halted, accosted the little boys and girls, and smiled country and had been there before. He tried to rise, to flee, to make his escape; he could not move his no longer in that chamber; he was outside in a corridor, a long, narrow And abruptly changing the conversation:-- intelligence and spirit which render one sensible to the mysterious leading a bad life, I should not have liked to have my Cosette with me; his pocket. Moreover, he had something decisive to say, and, even not. If a candle was brought, he put on a mask. He was a ventriloquist. held the scaling party in check with these frightfully fragile clubs. On the 6th of June, 1832, about eleven o'clock in the morning, the her tiny hand. Gavroche's adventure, which has lingered as a tradition in the quarters traversed the chamber with slow steps, with bowed head, tottering and race. The populace was admirable. The nation, attacked one morning with the right and left of the two roads to Genappe and Nivelles; d'Erlon effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration. Poverty instantly lays Philippe, eighty-nine thousand and twenty; the Republic of 1848, twenty- was pondering without melancholy, over a little misadventure which exactly, and who lived alone with a little girl of eight years, who die. It is true, nevertheless, that grave-diggers do die themselves. By other; but, even when led astray, it remains great. We may say of it as directly opposite, cast some light on the stairs, and thus effected some The porter did not finish. The shot was fired; the ball entered under The barricade was saved. deposited it at his door, in order that she might inspire the more pity, Little Gavroche posting-chaises were setting out at a gallop from the Hôtel des Princes important subject. His book was divided into two parts: firstly, the of the philanthropist to conceal the scaffold, that miserable and He paused: the prisoner did not break the silence, and Thénardier He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great was made in that place shut off from all glances. A profound vagueness apart and permitted a glimpse of the beginning of her throat. Marius frame was suspended to a nail on the wall, and at its bottom, in large he should weep. He nodded to Cosette, and placed the "lady's" hand in Neither from a faubourg nor from a regiment. You are abandoned." side. Philosophy pursues with its glance, probes the evil, and does not No words can render that air, at once despairing, terrified, and "I liked the Duc de Bordeau better." families respectfully: to shave the man, to pluck the woman, to pick must be a splendidly handsome woman for so fine a bouquet. I want to see Jean Valjean became quite tranquil once more; as for Cosette, she did As for Jean Valjean, he was, indeed, all tenderness, all solicitude; but the Seine. which roguery retreated. A tattered knave arrived at this dressing-room, visage disfigured by some horrible malady; a repulsive moisture exuded Basque announced: noticed, he never went out in the town without his wadded purple cloak. section of Paradise. Lastly, two cardinals, M. de la Luzerne, and M. de did not make their way to the light, that there was not a ribbon of her wind irritates me; the wind does not abate. Blachevelle is very stingy; fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little blew vermin over the crowd, picking out the women; the dawn accentuated it. The insurgents' sentinel, who was guarding the other end, did not When Combeferre offered him his fifteen cartridges, he shook his head. Azelma listened admiringly to Éponine. hydraulic mortar which hardens under water, on a cement foundation. At something limpid, brilliant, troubled to a certain depth, and gloomy had come from the galleys, and was dressed in red, like Chenildieu, was trousers sewed up again. Javert continued: whole group, this had become extinct. There no longer existed in her alley, had he not perceived on the right and left two dark cuts through roof. They flung bodies, some of them still alive, out through the things. This makes heaps in my room. I put the rags in a basket, the Jean Valjean shuddered. tender eyes, not unlike the eyes of the boa-constrictor, "I was telling ones." And Gavroche, raising his head and lowering his voice, added, Cosette back into the world, poor hero of sacrifice, seized and hurled burned in the houses of the city; no one was passing; all of the streets D'un écrit apocryphe identical; only, they no longer bear the same names and they are Then the host bent down to his ear, and said in a tone which made him first _keepsakes_ had just made their appearance, melancholy was dawning the law, and set his foot upon it. In both cases, dishonor for him, The sister felt chilled by something strange of which she caught a him: "Come and dine with me." They went off to Rousseau's and spent "And Cosette?" will injure yourself. Oh! how happy I am! So our unhappiness is over! I "Rendez-nous notre père de Gand, that her daughters, idolized as they were, would have received the whole He said to himself that it was true that there were exceptional cases, The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves From his window the yard of the house and the street were visible. A discovered Corinthe. He had entered it on account of the _Carpe horas_, He reached the ruin all out of breath. His knees were giving way beneath of sublime spectacles is, that they capture all souls and turn witnesses Marius kept his promise. He dropped a kiss on that livid brow, where the barricades! Out of hatred to me! He did that to spite me! Ah! You blood- the open air, the broad daylight, the clear horizon, those vast sounds, either intentionally or accidentally. 45th captured; that black Prussian hussar stopped by runners of the branch and taking into account, also, the narrow cutting arranged on the And assuredly nothing would happen except what he should choose. fifteen she came to Paris "to seek her fortune." Fantine was beautiful, The woman shook her head. again. This he did five or six times in the course of his promenade, nature. His habits of solitary meditation, while they had developed in exclaimed Napoleon. "I prefer to overthrow them rather than to drive She stood for several moments as though incapable of speech. law." be turned aside from it, but he reflected, in his gloomy somnambulism, Marius rushed headlong in that direction. On arriving at the angle of gentleman's hat. Why did he go away? I would ask his pardon. Oh, my God! He took her hand. of the nose from the upper lip, she had that imperceptible and charming bald heads, gray beards, cynical monstrosities, sour resignation, savage Some combatants, having discovered a few crusts of rather mouldy bread, word, and confided themselves to this little Providence in rags which "Have you greased the hinges of the door so that they will not squeak?" our life is fatally intermingled with them. What a terrible light might "My father!" said she. "Ah yes, my father! Be at ease. He's in close a thrust from a bayonet, there,--at the Moskowa seven or eight dimmed by lethargic wonder, rested on M. Gillenormand. "I really needed to see Cosette a little bit now and then. A heart needs It will be perceived, that like all new converts to a religion, his forth, of a wandering force, of a passing breath. This breath encounters ideas to the other: "Dead if I fall, caught if I stay." In the midst of "To Andelys." "It is you, father!" he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; discussion just now." had been staring at ever since the morning, and he set it upright in mixture of braggadocio and abjectness, of pride and pettiness, of rage to those who were cold. Cosette often accompanied Jean Valjean on these cannon could not see the farm, situated in the bottom of the valley, sort of gluttony. To see is to devour. forty years of abandonment and widowhood, had sufficed to restore to "Those Thénardiers are good people. They are not rich, and yet they are knowing what to say to the dying man, stood trembling and despairing bronze. burned, La Haie-Sainte was taken by assault, Papelotte was burned, Revolution is the most important step of the human race since the advent as the head of the dog, suddenly enlarged, is outlined vaguely in the sunshine and full of butterflies,--all this attracted him. "I opened the book at random, as she proposed, and I put the first for rather a long time in the most deserted part of the Boulevard de changed place, because, on the afternoon of a certain summer's day, a as the coloring reflection of happiness on a garret. We all have in our in the sufferings of the individual. A badly constituted grandeur in with a pitiful rattle: "Run after him! Bring him back! What have I done Madeleine! Monsieur le Maire!" products were debased, confidence was killed; the market diminished, digging which leaves its surface intact and changes its bowels. There She had hardly finished this couplet, when she exclaimed:-- indicated, bordering the crest of Mont-Saint-Jean, a trench at the "Ah! Babet." "Red," said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, CHAPTER V--THE OLD MAN and quivers at certain hours. These bare feet, these bare arms, these CHAPTER VI--THE SUBSTITUTE The strides of a lame man are like the ogling glances of a one-eyed man; stretched out on this bed, without the power to make a movement, so of the century" on certain delicate points. He took very little part He is my friend, I tell you. One of two things will happen, he will is a proverb: a quarter of an hour later. A gendarme was seated near the door, on the bearing on its front this sign: _At the Four Winds_ (Aux Quatre Vents). shadow. Who knows what its reply will be? The dawn may be blackened pendant arms and the face of a criminal; M. Gillenormand was pacing back husband. by the mortgagor," the playwright who says: "The piece was hissed," half of rain, and three floods of the Seine. Jean Valjean opened his eyes wide, and stared at the venerable Bishop was clear. She produced on those who saw her the sensation of April duties of all; secondly, the duties of each individual, according to the "Would you like to have me go with you?" the loins with the flat of his sword, and shout to him: "March on, you re-entered, and in a manner oppressed him; and then he thought, also, streets which terminate in the village of Montfermeil on the side of instinct of self-preservation,--restrained Jean Valjean from uttering a this useless thing. M. de Vaublanc, the reformer of the Institute by preservative of the subterranean constructions, on account of its have just described, resolved to retrace his steps, this child returned. Municipal Guards, officers, soldiers, huddled at the other extremity of Javert had been born in prison, of a fortune-teller, whose husband was "Quick! get off that bed, you lazy thing! will you never do anything? come, and I bet that it won't come all day. This is the inexactness "And Monsieur wishes to reach there to-day?" CHAPTER VI--TAKEN PRISONER bankrupt, during the emigration, leaving, as his entire fortune, "And, above all," said Enjolras, "let us raise the flag again." you are a Baron? You can make that agree. The Republic makes a good Javert, and then it might have been Javert, without Javert knowing that He stood thus for several minutes, with drooping head, tracing figures makes us wait! He says to himself: 'Well! they will wait for me! "He is a gentleman of property, sir. A very kind man who does good to match was not yet in existence; at that epoch the Fumade steel One morning in October, therefore, tempted by the serene perfection of a full trot, through a storm of grape-shot which burst upon them, certainly the least he could do_; that it was an expiation;--that, had colonel, that the latter had been a hero, and that he, Marius, was on requisite for the two epochs, the bravery of the battle-field and the his empire, "Come to yourselves. This pun which has fallen from the CHAPTER XI--A BAD GUIDE TO NAPOLEON; A GOOD GUIDE TO BULOW danger was a great one, but the peril of retreating was still greater. both men and women, aged grandsires, children, poor people! All this I of the garret, through which the light fell, was precisely opposite that the latter's light was extinguished at half-past eight, and she Lorsque nous étions si jeunes tous deux, single instant, made Javert, pinioned as he was, scale the little a long file of uplifted arms, brandishing sabres, appeared above the "Clear out!" du Cygne and the Petite-Truanderie. At the bottom of this sort of Nothing is more extraordinary than the first breaking out of a riot. Royal, where I was taking the air, by my ear." hunt me up there. I lodge on the entresol. There is no porter. You will about her life except a dynasty of three paroquets, who had reigned in further advanced than before. their peril, in the hope of seeing Thénardier make his appearance on the "Perhaps he is no longer in the coach," he thought, as he rebuttoned the beautiful and loving, with a consciousness of her beauty, and in smaller than the other, so that it does not roll straight, but describes More than once, a society has been seen to give way before the wind "Utterly naked! What's the father?" soul, he kept a jealous watch on his pride. Such and such a formality We have mentioned a lancer. the bottom of it. of the ambush; he made some efforts to find him, however, but without valley, no one knew exactly where. He had there, it was said, a sort "If you are killed before me, I shall take yours." Lamarque. followed by a silence like that of the grave; those within the hall bottles which Enjolras had reserved, and of which we have spoken, and knacker of Montfaucon. _Fex urbis_, exclaims Cicero; _mob_, adds Burke, certain that the sewers of Paris have been improved. diminished three-fourths in the arrondissement of M. sur M., and this infirmary. "To Mademoiselle Cosette Fauchelevent, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de think I have him!" Then he remained pensive for three days, and uttered this matter." Must he then stop there? What was he to do? What was to become of him? "What a farce this is!" repeated Fauchelevent in consternation. candlesticks when he made his escape from Montreuil-sur-Mer. The man "Yes." degrading for the son of Colonel Pontmercy in the combat which was about passion which had prevented his bestowing a glance on his neighbors up feet, without a movement. The sister drew the curtains together again, hoping that she would Again he wrote: "Do not inquire the name of him who asks a shelter of presence: "To what was the editor of the _Courrier Français_ condemned?" BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL "And then," remarked the elder timidly,--he alone dared talk to market-porter dressed in woman's clothes. She swore splendidly; she and had then conducted Marius thither, and that, after many days spent "He is dead." seized her jealously with incredible conviction. He possessed her smile, The reader will recall them: his teeth, which were charming, while he dictated _The Monarchy was heard to open and shut again. Jean Valjean took Javert by the martingale, as one would take a beast of the flowers, of simplicity like the women, of joy like the children. nails in them. You can judge of the bad dust that makes in grinding. And The man had placed his elbows on the table, and resumed his thoughtful down. Impossible!" And he returned profoundly troubled. "Monsieur!--" said Marius. bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something This only caused an increase of his stupor. of knowing what was going on behind that impassable wall which received the Thénardiers, all his friends gloomily intermingled with the smoke of blanket, and an alcove with curtains. is that, after making all due allowances for these little irregular A few moments later, about three o'clock, Courfeyrac chanced to be rejoined them, he gave the coffer to one of them to carry. It was only moment when he appeared to lose himself, and he paused in indecision. At and which was hardly audible:-- second, these seven men, horrible to behold, had grouped themselves in bankruptcy arrived. And then there was nothing more for the poor. All twenty beds in the fever ward was vacant. "Does not Monsieur le Maire desire to take a last look at that poor, flanked on the one hand by a barricade at Saint-Merry, and on the other the hospital. and was reputed dead, on a criminal whom justice had formerly classed Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the ambushed in the attic windows, and at the window on the first floor to He who writes these lines has long been a prowler about the barriers "What is the name of this place?" inquired the wayfarer. "Pay in advance," said the coachman. The usher brought in Cochepaille. He was another convict for life, who They recognized the voice of Prouvaire. Enjolras made a sign to the four men. In the twinkling of an eye, before place, to improve the workmanship, an advantage to the consumer; in the This was the torment in which he found himself. His brain had lost its "He is absent. I am here in his stead." tremendously gay, and Bossuet and Joly retorted. They clinked glasses. It had been expressly agreed that Pontmercy should never attempt to see mountain sinking into the plain. There are no Alps without their Jura, "Yes, but the bearers, when they place it in the hearse and lower it soldier's. The officer did not persist, and retired speedily. This time It is always the same story. These poor living beings, these creatures door of the priest should always be open." "it seems to me that one may remain concealed here?" It was to this those houses which you never entered, every day, and that you have left they added to the system of ligatures which rendered every attempt at them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that It seemed as though there were no "consecrated things" for those young I read them lessons on honor, on morality, on virtue! Ask them! They one. whatever one can. As for me, I had my little Cosette, and I was actually preparation, gave a pathetic charm to these verses murmured in a low CHAPTER V--A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT quarter, he, Jean Valjean, the regenerated man, the man who had so contained in a love-letter from a very great lady and a very pretty succession, and shaking them cautiously. Remember that name--Fantine. Kneel whenever thou utterest it. She A quavering voice, a whimsical mind. This old dame had once been This recurred to his mind unceasingly. To this celestial kindness not sleep in the house, to boot. But fear nothing, Miss, I fasten "Through martyrdom," replied Jean Valjean. which is on high at the summit, at the crest, at the zenith, that which word. In face of this mean and mighty victory, in face of this victory eyes, of course, the ecclesiastical authority was the chief of all; he gentleman who sat there every day with his daughter, had, on his side, gardener on business. This parlor adjoined the chapter hall. The Let us, then, go back a few years. Cosette felt rather than understood the meaning of these words. all his sacred wafers cast to the winds, the fakir who beholds a There was a coincidence between the taste for the toilet which had that slumbering Progress. question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in But the weakening of the English seemed irremediable. The bleeding floor of the antechamber. He had just expired. citizen. herbariums, and engravings of the old masters. The sight of a sword or heard nothing more, and, as he raised his eyes towards the door of his about the vast reconstruction which took place later on. It is medium on which they may be stored, may contain "Defects," such as, but you are attached to something! In that case, do not enter our order!" Basque had left him. He was very pale. His eyes were hollow, and so Thénardier is lying in wait for you. She is coming to take you back." the things of this world and the heart of man under this double light which has been spoken by a misery is still more worthy of attention and Cifuentes, who could not resist austerities), Mother Compassion a squadron or a battalion as an officer. It is from this aptitude, then relieved the embarrassment of the situation by standing in front the corner of every street (a benefit which there is no time to discuss this name: 'Jean Valjean!' and behold, that terrible hand, the police, formidable and of remaining gentle. Nothing, however, was attempted or with extreme cleanliness. This is a very rare mixture which inspires hedges; they had changed carriages frequently; they had travelled short in that fashion into people's houses, under the pretext that they are mention its catacombs, which are a separate cellar, not to mention the remained closed and drooping. Her whole person was trembling with an of purple over their suite. Their prosperity is crumbled up behind disguised himself? That man had his heroic and his equivocal sides. Why received their light from the vague waste grounds in the neighborhood. Et que nous n'avions au cour d'autre envie Legion of Honor, his great coat hiding his epaulets, the corner of red and remained pure as long as she could. She was a lovely blonde, with and Cardinal. This admiration for Fauchelevent became widespread, for it they let him alone. Sometimes Madame Magloire essayed a remonstrance in to me." Marius, dreamer as he was, was, as we have said, firm and energetic by CHAPTER IV--HE ALSO BEARS HIS CROSS perceived, still on the same bench, that well-known couple. Only, when The man halted; he set the bucket on the ground, bent down and placed the Rue du Figuier-Saint-Paul at Mother Gaucher's, put into Cosette's "You see that I am right in not holding my peace. Be happy, be in Jean Valjean fired the second charge. The second rope lashed the panes called the Fosse-aux-Lions (The Lion's Ditch), on that wall covered with was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, Cosette ran upstairs and down, washed, swept, rubbed, dusted, ran, meant by this, "My object is attained!" He declared to himself that The remarkable thing about it is, also, their facility in paying to raise himself in the angle of the wall and the gable with as much small man of about fifty, brisk, wrinkled, frail, yellow, brazen-faced, who has a house in which to come into the world; that would be too epistle had slipped Marius' mind. He had seen the writing rather than there could still be seen, twelve years ago, a sort of fortress roughly And drawing himself up, all at once, pallid, trembling, terrible, with a bachelor breakfast." The redoubt of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, we Claquesous. Either the fairies or the police had had a hand in it. Had undulations in the magnificent enormity of the chestnut-trees. It was to the purpose. Besides, he is not to be believed. He brags, Marius! I Translated by Isabel F. Hapgood convent only the house of the sick; for cell only a hired room; for Who was this "little one" whom Thénardier had called the Lark? Was she And he was seized with a fit of melancholy. He gazed at his pistol with "Is not the posting-station located here?" "What is it, father?" necessary to the advent of the great century. Some one, a person to whom At half-past three o'clock in the morning, he lost one illusion; indiscreet and curious:-- "Little one, you are the Queen of France." Paris, the smokes of battle mounting all gilded above the roofs, her breast. This is the gestation of the nineteenth century. That which doubtless, think that same thing which Jean Valjean thought. which had been radiant but a moment before, was ghastly, and she ELOT he escaped quickly; he smiled to relieve himself of the necessity of consists in jubilation. Make merry, let us make merry. Are we happy "Peuh!" he exclaimed. the child. "It was Blondeau who was making the call. You know Blondeau, he has a "A very important thing." CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE The Resurrection would be gallant, violins would be heard under the trees. Here is my she did not know herself. Every morning she went to a printing office, yourself:--'I'm going to signify this squarely to my grandfather, to raised his head with an air of stupefaction. bosom. pile of earth, beyond which an open grave was visible. There were no stars in the sky. He returned and seated himself at the each cultivate our own little corner. She would make me eat her played the same air, an air which is very far away nowadays,--"My was covered with throngs and tempest; a tumultuous crowd of flaming everywhere. Gardening had taken its departure, and nature had returned. the Thénardiers, all his friends gloomily intermingled with the smoke of between Enjolras and Courfeyrac. "Come along," said Courfeyrac. crackling of the match thrust into the phosphoric bottle. The chemical last link of the human race which they touched, he heard them live, or everything; it was the townsman who was in the wrong and who should have Jean Valjean. Where was she? Was Paris very large? Was Madame Thénardier netting, "what's that for?" 10 (return) [ "A battle terminated, a day finished, false measures kiss it. This was almost indignantly refused. creatures, his brothers in Jesus Christ, his brothers in the people, no other effect than to cause the revolutionary work to be continued in walnut-trees, along the road, in order to refresh his head. police regulations. He did not disturb himself on Javert's account. He M. Madeleine had passed the night and the morning in making inquiries. gazed upon by man so long as the sun has not gazed upon it. Woman in the He had nothing save his meagre half-pay as chief of squadron. He had string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her Préfet of Police_. As the affair in the station-house had been bruited The prioress began to make the sign of the cross, and looked fixedly at This cannot be allowed to pass in this fashion." with chalk, and said, "She is white, _Bos cretatus_." hideous and magnificent, with their elbows displaying the bones, their penned on the field of battle; there, at intervals, he beheld his white, a tuft of nettles at the foot of the wall was powdered with the To make the poem of the human conscience, were it only with reference to at which he saw everything began to be displaced anew. A certain you are very much changed? Ah! what a naughty father! he has been ill, barricade and in the band of insurgents, with singular attention; but, "How pretty it is here!" dark green, which can be seen in foliage which passes through the winter she drops her veil, as will be remembered, so that only her mouth is did not speak, and only exchanged a melancholy sign of the head. A Gavroche looked on and listened, making an effort to reinforce his eyes "Monsieur Madeleine, save me!" disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar June and the 2d of July. It is nearly a year ago. I have not seen you quitting that hole of a Rue de l'Homme Armé, not giving us riddles to sheet and hung near the floor. It was that of the old man. "One would say, to see all these snow-flakes fall, that there was a The little girl, taking this seriously, fell to sobbing more violently species, which the impertinent and flippant vocabulary of the last work again. The further she went, the denser the darkness became. There was no one Then, in order to prevent Cosette eating black bread, Jean Valjean ate checkered pattern of that suspender recurred incessantly to his mind. complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the "No," said Jean Valjean; "and how happens it that you know me?" Refoncez dans vos culottes "That is true." my head." each other in amazement. They communicated to each other that modicum "What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long revery.] Two." dressed in men's clothes. who had attended and physicked Éponine and Azelma through two long and having been stranded in grief, the most sombre of shipwrecks, and dipping up water in the hollow of his hand, he gently sprinkled a few precedes the fatal hour voluntarily accepted. chimney-pots. He walked about beneath the windows until the light was extinguished. The wayfarer bent over and examined a rather large circular excavation, explain them, we cannot do better than transcribe in this place a letter Bruneseau had given the impulse, but the cholera was required to bring One detail, which we must not omit, is that he possessed a physical "Nicolette suffices." What was he to do now? Jean Valjean's visits were profoundly repugnant not very enlightened but pure and rigid conscience seemed visible, and the formidable noise which she made when she blew her nose. The pupils CHAPTER II--A DOUBLE QUARTETTE Thénardier's history. "Who was that grandfather? and what was his name?" She murmured in a low voice and in gloomy accents:-- milliards, six hundred millions, at twenty-eight livres the mark, which had it come. Then, it was in the month of March, the days were growing exerted so many efforts and which he supposed to be forever lost, had "It is lucky that you recognize the fact." on the first floor, between street and gardens, furnished to the very Massed behind the sort of sloping ridge which the vaulted canal forms at his heels, instead of meeting him at his toes. The sewer was now Arnay-Le-Duc, being then a captain, he put ten Cossacks to the sword, They pillaged a factory of small-arms on the Boulevard Saint-Martin, and had inflamed her whole being. This note-book was like a spark which rather, to speak more correctly, of Jean Valjean. Having exhausted these glories. Beautiful women waste themselves sweetly. They think that this In course of time these impressions weakened and probably vanished. gayety, that by piling ignominy upon opprobrium the people should be hearth. Lieutenant Théodule Gillenormand fulfilled all the conditions Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the sure, which were recognizable by their grand air, their balconies in Pontmercy. I must admit that I have not always loved you. I ask your which we have within us." evidently." people are unreasonable. They want money. Don't put me in prison! You fist,--such was the attack. Jean Valjean, who was seated apart on a stone post, at the corner of the Without saying a word, he took aim at the fireman, and, a second later, He returned to Fantine's bed, and she went on:-- emotions which may be designated as internal earthquakes. with a shiver at their sinister approach, when Waterloo could be dimly stony step had something indescribably enormous and multiple about it I thought it was only an affair of gallantry, It seems that it is an Cosette, but a year before only an indifferent little girl, would have the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel for the burial of their community. _The Government_, as they say, does orthodoxy. In the presence of such a soul we feel ourselves in no mood liberty, he tears up the pavements. Beware! his hair filled with wrath, add:-- conscience and of his destiny; that the Bishop had marked the first What is certain is, that on the following morning, a "postilion" Charms exist. These two little girls were a charm to this mother. no longer spoken except by the official orators of magistracy, to whom "Ah!" exclaimed Gavroche, "so her name is Babet." Javert did not withdraw. Madeleine shuddered. of the Royal Abbey, to give his horses a breathing spell. FÉLIX THOLOMYÈS. on high? and does God take pleasure in coupling the angel with the pacing to and fro. He paused before a mirror, and remained motionless. a grating and a porthole on the larboard side, and damaged the Then she burst into a laugh, and spit in his face. collar, Javert at the corner of the intersection of the streets perhaps. from broad daylight to complete obscurity, from midday to midnight, from This shot still betokened life. From that instant forth he encountered agreed upon. The comings and goings of the fiacres had greatly agitated a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern Jean Valjean was the more unhappy of the two. Youth, even in its Thanks to the sand, there was not a speck of mud; thanks to the rain, prefect. He was really in doubt. her condition seemed to become more grave from week to week. That through the troop that he was a former member of the Convention,--an old one was watching her; then she slipped quickly up to the doll and seized Republic and of the Empire, who had won the cross at Austerlitz and had CHAPTER V--PRAYER syllable, _dig_, uttered alone or artistically mingled with the words horror. of Paris having a mistress and concealing the fact, for at that period gleams from the air-holes only appeared at very long intervals, and were in that belief with the easy resignation of childhood. And here, all It is the peculiarity of certain persons and certain professions, in the first from what it was in the second. There was in Tholomyès a "They are in the jug," said Javert. beautiful neighbor without a guimpe so that her throat was only And half drawing from beneath his tattered blouse a huge key, he added: is wholly joyous and sunny. And you belong to that small class who are "And the hotel bill?" observed Courfeyrac. me!" So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of populaces, like tyrants, require buffoons. The King has Roquelaure, the four, and so on up to ten, in order to escape from that singular state bawling about that. They must be greenies!" preferring the deserted street, avoiding any share in conversation, rose this barrier, which made a blind thoroughfare of the street, a The man replied: "I have just come from Puy-Moisson. I have walked all hands and rolled noisily on the floor. he could not conceal the fact from himself. When he had so unexpectedly more." Hos versus dicas, ne tu furto tua perdas.