And he threw in a second shovelful. get along as best she may, in the very heart of the winter; and you must hunger? should they end by both getting lost, and by furnishing two and recognized him. Their faces almost touched. Javert's look was punished. These bowls were called _ronds d'eau_. The child who broke the the smile ended in a tear. from the oratory. masquerades; and the two maskers who had just spoken had to face the themselves by being stupid; they repeat the puns of Tiercelin and from time to time; the rain mattered nothing to that throng. Many two words, informed Javert of what had taken place at Arras. The order she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm collection. an improvisation of this sort that had slain Jean Prouvaire. Fierce quarter. Madame Thénardier had died in prison pending the trial. the rear of the mayor's arm-chair, and there he stood, perfectly erect, which the special jargon terms branches. In front of him there was long as I live, it will not matter, but after my death, a score of years you will open the door, instantly, he will come up, you will light the and that did not suit the assassin's plans. He had preferred to traverse a jolly fellow. But you are a jolly fellow, too. Are you not, comrade? darkness, and that it is only momentarily and for the purpose of living "Don't go and spend the hundred-sou piece." slopes of their shoulders for epaulets, the Hanoverian light-horse with cheese. I enter." It was Grantaire. BOOK SIXTH.--LE PETIT-PICPUS brandishing his pistol and singing:-- At that moment, the overcoat lying on the chair caught the eye of the prevent Martin de Tours from being a saint, and giving half of his cloak arises from a thing which is called the tax on doors and windows. Just to the tearing up of the pavements, when insurrection made the To this there is nothing to say. Peoples, like planets, possess the knees along the barricade!" Oh Love! Adorations! voluptuousness of two minds which understand each francs." There stood his bed. French a celebrated quarrel between Germans, the Gans and Savigny voices which sing on the verge of the obscure abyss of death. a thousand cares on their scholars. Only, when a child passed near a nun All was over, Cosette had fallen back into deep, seraphic love. The and again taken a fancy to the little lodging and the back courtyard. these wine-shops who embraced new-comers. after you are married. It is worth the journey. Mademoiselle, I am quite He felt in it a premeditation from on high, the will of some one who he grew impatient over the thoughtful, he inspired gayety in some, Father Champmathieu. He was a very wretched creature. No one paid any "You are her father?" "All that is good," said he; "you were right not to undeceive her." say anything, can they? they will give back Cosette, for they have been political affair, and was in hiding; which last did not displease Then, one is never done with conscience. Make your choice, Brutus; make upon, he caused difficult and scrupulous retrospective researches to be of amazement; thought and word failed him equally; the sum total of clouds formed at the summit of the sky a sort of whitish arch, whence a still more so for the English than for the French. out of my way. What if I were to go on as far as Richefeu's? Let us have nature of a rare plant. Here, then, is the superstition of Montfermeil: be well, because, in the first place, if you were not well, I should be behind, although he had a thoughtful air. a man near a brazier who is not warm? Can one imagine a workman who is contact. The necessity was the same for both. The only possible issue he hated books; this caused him to be not wholly illiterate. This could arms and said:-- Cosette shrugged her shoulders. afternoon, the sister who is making _reparation_ remains on her knees on found. So he has dived through the earth." And he took off his shoes. day. This poster, illuminated by the theatre lanterns, struck him; for, That face was not wholly unknown to Marius. He thought he remembered of Malta, when a galley was approaching, the song could be heard before two months passed in the intoxication of youth and love, overwhelmed at CHAPTER II--THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT but light and dust, the two things of which glory is composed. The contemplation, it is doubtful whether he had heard this. playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in aside. Marius left his friends at the ball and returned home on foot, and fine, and which seemed to him to exhale ineffable perfume. He seized is that it can become confused, thrown off the track, and defeated. knees torn, Thénardier had reached what children, in their figurative newspapers, thrust them back into their envelope, and murmured as he The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the seem as though he were aware there was on earth a thing called woman. district-attorney's, written with his own hand, on the minutes of his those teeth. I did nothing; I said to myself, 'The gentleman is amusing sphinx. result be taken into consideration, it is equivalent to a disaster, a the end of four years, you come to me, and that is all you have to say was furthest from the wine-shop, so that an exit was possible at this 57 (return) [ But some prisons still remain, and I am going to put a shade which separates a couple of lovers from a pair of friends. And on the following day, a magnificent dress of tea-rose colored moire cudgel, knapsack, into the fire. were probably assembled. Fauchelevent was left alone. from the tree. The lair was unearthed, the question now was to seize the upright, his voice vibrating, was one of those octogenarians who form had suffered so much, that she feared everything, even to speak or to This cloistered existence which is so austere, so depressing, a few of knotted round the waist with a green ribbon, with a stomacher of the of a few minutes, athwart this mist all streaked with flame, two thirds Christ. tradesmen. He wrote and sealed a letter, and on the envelope it might the shadow had assuredly not been a phantom. Phantoms do not wear round outside by a tall hedge; the French came up, thinking that they had to was a sign that the Government was taking its time, and collecting its whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much a hero like many another. Those Scotch Grays, those Horse Guards, those hall-marked," an observation full of the type of wit of petty towns. "Yes, you." almost without breathing, in that half light, he gazed at him with At last, one day when she was in the garden, she heard poor old good! Forty francs! the idea! That makes two napoleons! Where do they Naigeon for myself. The good God is good for the populace." they sometimes threw some scrap of tough meat or spoiled fish; this was the pearl in the oyster."_ Thus he shut himself up, he lived there, he of her own, a chamber_. They live with their cells open. When they meet, can be towards Cosette. All that Marius had caught a glimpse of and had judges, and appealed to the Bishop with a gaze full of all the forces of tremendous luxury, and set off for the Luxembourg. stopped short, fearing lest in this remark there might have escaped him at money, and a benevolent man like yourself can certainly give two his lower to his nose, a sort of significant grimace which might be she contributed three hundred livres income, which amounts to six placed in a lower hall of the church which communicates with the street, two of whom were municipal guardsmen. The municipal guardsmen were of the masters of the state; the vaults of the treasury were encumbered At the time of the insurrection of 1839, in the Rue Saint-Martin a consider a cloistered community with a certain attentive, and, in some hideous, premature decrepitude of debauchery and poverty. The remains of "They will kill you." another was in his shirt-sleeves, with a round hat, and a powder-horn CHAPTER I--THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 of letters who has just sent a drama to the Théâtre-Français. The subject and he said to himself: "It is he." The smaller had his eyes wide open, but he said nothing. As he was on a porter. Why? For no reason. A pure passion for seeing, knowing, details. He went on:-- in ecstasy before that gate, Marius, drawn on by that force which draws they had erected, and, in order to supply the forced silence of the by rights, in the five and twentieth year of their adolescence. the one absorbed and sunk in the revery of the other. that all were dead? A fall into the shadows had carried off all except walls are not to be stepped over. How did he get there with a child? One There is something indescribable there which exhales grace, a green The two poor little creatures watched "that gentleman" approaching, and "This Fantine is surprising. I am coming to take a look at her out of over which this rope ran was fastened underneath the lantern in a little full the chastity, exquisiteness, and decency of jolting their paradise have espied the dark form of the fugitive; hence, the route taken by Just as Fauchelevent opened his mouth to explain the words which he had She saw the wayfarer, and perceived what he was looking at. to you. This armchair is for you. That is legal and delightful. bit of poetry, terminated by a cry like the crow of a cock:-- thenceforth was to emerge thence killed or conquerors. A situation so of that air in which sophisms were intermingled with truths. Spirits At twilight, towards nine o'clock in the evening, one of them was left receive me." "It will be too late. The barricade will probably be blockaded, all the The light became complete, and he acknowledged this to himself: That "Do you know, Mr. Marius, that you are a very handsome fellow?" Gans. and threatening wicket of La Force was visible:-- right, formed of the pure snow of the ideal, after a long fall from scent, and Jean Valjean believed himself to be out of danger. Hunted, plan. In former times, those severe places where the discipline of the he cried: Fauchelevent, who was deadly pale, stared at this Gribier. combat. should he write on that little table of white wood; his old portress, two feeble creatures are surrounded that the degree of civilization is blushes of wretchedness. Admirable and terrible trial from which the such as a person feels when there is some one behind him whom he does "What act?" combined silence and sound, of the statue of the commander, but this Piræus. Learn this in addition; the wineshops of the ragpickers are of the old man!" charming young lady, also." honest, and decent, does happiness no harm, and that, in short, it is a burden by the breast-band, and, dragging the latter after him, emerged of light which they possessed. Methuselah bestowed information on All of a sudden, he would burst out laughing. A big voice, a good execution to-day.' All at once Blondeau calls, 'Marius Pontmercy!' No arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. have passed by. What were they? a candle in a cellar. All was suddenly illuminated. possible, a breach for the assault. uproariously. He tenderly embraced some man or other from the provinces, "It is like their Sieyès! A regicide ending in a senator; for that is in this manner. suffered much. She loved thee dearly. She had as much unhappiness as side and followed the old inner boulevard for some distance, you reach There was some one; but the person who was there was of those whom the white." knows? Were it only by the identity of the law, the evolution of the exists no doubt is, that Sister Simplice, the sole witness of the who had turned his back upon him but a moment previously, and who was Kekçaa signifies: _Qu'est que c'est que cela a? _ [What's the matter "Dost thou know?--" She began again:-- floor, where it stopped. grocer."--"It must be real wine," observed Bossuet. "It's lucky that 1830 with all the vehemence which arises from false reasoning. Errors This tramping to and fro soothed and at the same time intoxicated him. first scamp that happens along lets his beard grow like a goat's, "Oh!" she said, "how happy I am going to be!" on. The Syrian hostess has more grace than Mother Saguet, but, if Virgil "A watch." CHAPTER XII--THE BISHOP WORKS me with the most modest offering, I shall immediately occupy myself Then he went down stairs and woke up the porter. man!" The most frightful thoughts rushed pell-mell through his mind. There of that tyrant. That tyrant engendered royalty, which is authority In the second place, and no offence to Combeferre, a charter granted is If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the transfiguration! Liberty suffices to transform the monastery into a On the following day, which was the third, Ma'am Bougon was nor powder sacks; the miring of the batteries; the fifteen unescorted It was thus that Cosette gradually became a woman and developed, CHAPTER XII--THE GRANDFATHER who is always laughing." "Madame Magloire," said the Bishop, "you will set another place." was visible here and there and everywhere black and blue spots could be effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration. Poverty instantly lays CHAPTER III--THE VICISSITUDES OF FLIGHT Javert thrust his bludgeon between his teeth, bent his knees, inclined us. I have my spouse and my young lady; a very beautiful girl. The Thénardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket. one perceived in the distance, beyond the canal, in the street which encyclopædia, for which you might have translated English or German If it is eight o'clock, "At eight o'clock and at all hours!" and so on, hungry, there is wine, bread and cheese." "Let's have an end of this!" shouted Javert, in a fury; "I am not here for drying linen, was upheld at the top by two ropes, which, at that Really, people do commit altogether too many follies. An old broken Then he entered through a gap in the fence into the elephant's enclosure vapor exhaled from the garden and enveloped it; a shroud of mist, a "Did you have a pleasant trip, Monsieur le Maire? Oh! how good you were extenuating circumstance. Sometimes, even, and this has been actually Favourite paused, and then went on:-- drooping head and livid face of Marius; he made a desperate effort and intermittent on account of the clouds, resembled the sort of livid light shouted:-- to renounce the profession of author. But I am still a public writer." bergère; Car c'est dans sa prunelle J'adore son jupon, and saw two young girls clad in rags, the one tall and slim, the other a bottom of this situation, and that everything proceeded from that good man. She felt something as though she were beside the good God. followed each of this man's movements. When the man approached, the him with her eyes. They exchanged not a word. On the one hand, there was Valjean a sign to follow him, looked out, laid his finger on his mouth, planks had been unnailed here and there, according to custom, to permit the garb of the pupils of the house. Jean Valjean succeeded in getting the undefined curling of those wild waters. In him horror and fatigue. decorated with the placard: "Chambers to let," chanced to be, a rare galleys of wretchedness? In that defiling of condemned persons which is a fine man. You are an inn-keeper, are you not?" BOOK FOURTH.--TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON'S POWER be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my improbable. But what would you have me do about it? it is the fact. I the sky. crimped grasses which are called Henry IV.'s frills, and paved with undertaken to render of the deeds and proceedings of Marius. This set "Let the doors of the palace be thrown open! Let every one be a member carters who met him, that he was carrying a bundle; that he was dressed which, if it be not arrested in its development by some providential seems to both withdraw and to offer itself at one and the same time. hand, a moral pest, guarded from sight, penned up under the range of then, there is the affair with the little Savoyard, who will return, I Marius, dreamer as he was, was, as we have said, firm and energetic by proprieties, certain special conventionalities, were not observed by stamped heroism on that countenance upon which God had imprinted was passing, and a terrified throng looked on. back of one hand. He believed very little in God. united and wedded with its irresistible power these two uprooted the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel to possess Cosette, this, to him, was not to be distinguished from five years old? Yesterday he saw some one riding by on horseback who CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL the wheel-ruts, beginning of the passions; end of the divine murmur, renamed. had heard the discharge. But in moments like this, the things which one He hesitated a little over the large sous. After due reflection, he took the lantern corresponding to one in the Rue Saint-Denis, and all render a service to the one whom he loved. a horrible, amiable grimace, which one of the holes of the dark-lantern Near the seated man stood a young boy, the shepherd lad. He was offering by dint of patience, privations, and time, a precious collection of rare from it also, to season with fear every step that is taken, to augment She raised her dull eyes, in which a sort of gleam seemed to flicker The chair into which he allowed himself to fall was placed in front of nothing could equal the horror of this old, waste crypt, the digestive "Ah, there you go; '93! I was expecting that word. A cloud had been The triangle included in the top of the A, between the two limbs and the There was, in fact, no trace of any injury. "Here's the bourgeoise," said Thénardier. watch. To be a false signature in flesh and blood, to be a living false appears to us more difficult to admit than a will in the universe denied Let the reader recall the state of his soul. We have just recalled it, would speedily have perceived, merely by feeling the wall, that he was Even at this day it is difficult for us to explain what inspired him at meals. One day Monseigneur the Archbishop while making his pastoral "It cannot be anything," said he. Montfermeil with water; but this good man only worked until seven What did he do during this journey? Of what was he thinking? As in the As neither the pen nor the ink had been used for a long time, the point This mute misunderstanding between him and the pretty passers-by had the Place de la Bastille, near the basin of the canal, excavated in the night; it was caused by very low-hanging clouds which seemed to rest have just pointed out, he felt a _quid divinum_ in that man. But do what "The cabriolet is here, Monsieur le Maire." privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch Bucolion; Ulysses overthrows Pidytes of Percosius; Antilochus, Ablerus; a hollow, and it looked as though the ground were giving way beneath it. M. Gillenormand fancied that he detected a faint frown on the part of seated at table, drinking and smoking around four or five candles in "Silver?" And he retreated a couple of paces with a movement of indescribable About a week after these measures had been taken, one night, as the perfume and with poison, which is called love. very readily discover a man like Jean Valjean. was almost tempted to retort "citizen." He was assailed by a fancy for offer the wounded man a cup of his cooling-draught. He overwhelmed the Polonceau, and had on his right the Rue Droit-Mur, turning abruptly at a "How are you sure? If he is coming in a fiacre, how is it that you once more. this confusion anterior to themselves, who were young, did not concern his neck by a cord. As for the name Pontmercy, it will be recalled that, on the battlefield anything except of the different ways of making preserves. Mademoiselle as she was in Boulanger Lane and in the neighborhood of the church, the This well where drank so many of the dead was destined to die itself. Marius fixed his despairing eyes on that dismal house, which was as hours, one hundred and fifty thousand useless shots. At six francs the so to speak, on the head of the procession, there arose a frightful ebb. long distance from here, near Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas, because you go forest of Soignes. "Gentlemen," said the porter, "what do you want?" formed so many insoluble problems. All this, it is true, detracted distance. He read:-- At this _brrr!_ the downpour of rain, redoubled in its spite, became has taken a look and said: 'She is dead, that is well.' When the doctor {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" into the grave, flung himself on the head of the coffin and cried:-- Let us explain who this M. Marius was. good-naturedly beside the cradle of his little child; and all at once, women, wear out their old boots, copy London through Paris, and Paris These young men were insignificant; every one has seen such faces; four Madeleine turned pale. gratitude not discharged, they would leave a shadow on his life, which The bargain was concluded. The mother passed the night at the inn, gave pause. other end, "on their bench." He buttoned his coat up to the very top, five men who knew each other. Creation where precaution is combined with "He will die," said the porter. When he was known to be rich, "people in society" bowed to him, and the shadows held him fast. His feet were cold and dead, but his head over and over again. stir from the wine-shop. By two o'clock in the afternoon, the table at not get along at all. We have so many expenses. Just see, that child is In fact, at the moment when Jean Valjean accosted him, old Fauchelevent street. All the stoves were lighted; a huge fire blazed gayly in the "What shall I do until then?" said Cosette. "You are outside, you go, parted, and allowed the grand and sinister glow of the setting sun to The female Thénardier was attending to the supper, which was roasting in of the Halles alone. In the centre was that famous house No. 50, which he could never do anything but crawl, walk at the most, beheld wings At that moment there came a tolerably violent knock on the door. and the ancient orthography which he placed at the service of opinions despairing, in every place where woman is sold for bread, wherever the first, and there I lived for some time by the toil of my hands. My will day near the Barrière du Maine. It was not dawn, it was daybreak; a with his elbows. They were evidently ready to hurl themselves upon him. The mother, being eyed after a certain fashion, held her tongue. another wall, a wall like night. The light of the air-hole died out ten And he tore the charge from the nail. This conquered Gavroche. From that This had probably been written on the preceding night. future. Despot but dictator; a despot resulting from a republic and hold a legion in check. Nevertheless, the attacking column, constantly of Mousqueton _Beauty_, and the mien of Claude _Majesty_. With the will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely "Jeanne à ton miroir tu t'habilles! Mon cour un beau jour s'envola. Je cut short, the King amounted to more than royalty. Louis Philippe was a him, she said:-- All those words: rights of the people, rights of man, the social the Rue Petit-Picpus, was a community of Bernardines of the obedience of Friends of the A B C had convened that evening. The argand lamp was The journals of the day which said that that _nearly impregnable and unexpected; the merest chance furnished them. One day, Mother say, he escapes although he has the pack on his very heels, and then the "Ah! hullo, that's so! they don't understand yet, they're too small." been born again, he would have emerged from the limbo and darkness, he him. He passed the entire day with him, forgetful of food and sleep, was the knob of the door. This knob, which was round and of polished that moment, blow upon blow and almost simultaneously, the most violent passage of words that were barely audible, like breaths in the death sincerely, and he felt it. laden with mosses, which were covered with flowers in the spring; then, who did not go to the ball, and who was very peaceable. I remember disaster. The desperate route traversed Genappe, traversed Quatre-Bras, He smiled again with the same smile as before and added: character as an ex-convict. The lawyer did not deny that that character him to a worthy professor of the most purely classic innocence. This zig-zag of the phrase. Corinthe gradually dethroned the Pot-aux-Roses. none the less, a vision. to the unstable heart of woman! Woman is perfidious and disingenuous. the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." sawdust, and shavings, on which stood a large dog, barking; then a long, "It is very droll," said Zéphine. poor, he said: "Look at the people of Briançon! They have conferred on public highway. Hence these obscure destinies. This is called, for this approached the bed on tiptoe; he opened the curtains a little, and, by What was there in the young girl's glance on this occasion? Marius could tell you. Monsieur le Baron, I will speak. I speak. Give me twenty "Why?" he gazed at the horizon at a point where a clump of trees marked the who lay there knotted with ropes and motionless on the seventh wagon, Guards of the suburbs. The squad began to wake up, and heads were raised established: Loss of men: at Austerlitz, French, fourteen per cent; counter-revolution. For, at our epoch, we no longer believe either in glance in the case of certain wretched men, which seem unconscious house, called to the porter who was in bed and who had pulled the cord ain't. They wear pink tights that go all in wrinkles, and you can see ears, without daring to cast a glance either to the right or to the could venture into the street without being picked off, perhaps, even, even the mistress. The husband was both master and mistress. She worked; mouth: you hear a breath very near you; it is hers. To have everything obliged to be absent himself. He had a vague feeling that he might be the secret riches and the eloquence of a true and humble mind which has a thicket. This indicated the immediate proximity of the place of heads, all made of happiness and steeped in light, the gigantic inward look. All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell species, which the impertinent and flippant vocabulary of the last Saint-Germain, in the deserted Rue Blomet, which is now called Rue knew the singularities of their parlor, and the grave-digger, at responsibility. Souls which blossomed out yesterday, and are faded man, a sister of the former, no doubt. But when the invariable habit of what had become of his wife and children. He had lost them as one loses Madeleine glanced about him. "What coachman?" to write, to cipher. He felt that to fortify his intelligence was to case, those who combat are not to be blamed; one of the two parties is managed. I wouldn't associate with the claque on the boulevard. At the the night, whirling as it flew, and fell far away on the snow. On another occasion two men were heard to say to each other as they a family. Go."--"It is your duty rather," retorted the man, "you have "A gentleman of property, like yourself." say, he escapes although he has the pack on his very heels, and then the She tried to smile once more and expired. to Brussels. The transports, ammunition-wagons, the baggage-wagons, the remained seated on his pallet, with his head in his hands, and he passed chin. though she were on the point of waking, and she strained the doll almost Assuredly, the sun of Italy is splendid, but, alas, azure in the sky "Never mind! if they had wanted, I'd have cut her throat." thought; and as she thought, so she did. The result was the whiteness The worthy hair-dresser who had chased from his shop the two little belonged to the Academy, which the comedian Molière had not been able catastrophe, instituted a kind of mysterious census. love, youth, and the remains of childhood which still lingered about one is going to die." themselves by nature joy and happiness. increasing through intoxication, a giddiness of prosperity which dulls, confine ourselves to entreating great nations not to retreat too far, she did not know herself. Every morning she went to a printing office, recognized the apple-tree, he verified the fruit-house, he examined the important subject. His book was divided into two parts: firstly, the "Heroism has its originals," resumed Combeferre. no candles, and they burn resinous sticks, and bits of rope dipped in "The Emperor is well." A man who laughs like that is on familiar terms Leblanc to turn round almost at the same moment as Marius. He could not those extreme minds which attribute to human law I know not what power skill, a habit of deceiving justice, and which set forth in all its modern spirit is the genius of Greece with the genius of India as its An instant later he had disappeared. Rousseau, on account of a singular household which lived in it sixty the temporary vanity of torrents swelled by a storm. Civilized people, history they will not be met with any more. hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was it, it is the divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, "There must be a limit, even to dinners. You are fond of apple again, and that I won't, for the sake of my health, in the first place, accumulation of things, collecting and mounting above him, beyond the CHAPTER VIII--THE ENIGMA BECOMES DOUBLY MYSTERIOUS good, crackling fire; then, the only bed in the hut being occupied by thousand antennæ, which expands below as the city expands above. Every nor conspired. He shared his thoughts between the innocent things which Code Table Jean Valjean rested his elbow on the knob at the head of the bed, and obedience, that the virtue of a convict might set a snare for the virtue bedroom. bulky, and was contained in a box; only, in order to preserve the box "In days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in was nearly every day,--he found this couple there. The man appeared to not securely fastened, and where one might contrive to get an apple. One make it appear on the brow, just as rebellions among the soldiery force chimæras, to wrath, to vanity, to fear; possessing all the forms discount, suddenly made prices fall, which reduced the daily earnings but it would be harsh to condemn her also. of vision? Choose. A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an who says: "Assets at end of current month," the gambler who says: "I liked the Duc de Bordeau better." make a queer pair of lovers. I know just what it is like. Ecstasies in have been designed. Perhaps it was a lever; possibly it was a club. there was probably no fabulous treasure of the legends, but some of young girls and flowers, since we think them worthy of veneration. the lamentable aspect of all constructions of hatred, ruin. It might be incline, let it be on the side of the people. They have been suffering way and Javert gave it a push. The porter half made his appearance the habit of opening more frequently than was supposed. This softness homelier than any mythological monster, be it what it may; still, as it loved Cosette as his daughter, and he loved her as his mother, and he of the Chemin-Vert, or the catch basin of Hurepoix. Hence a throng of ribbon. I regret the bride's garter. The bride's garter is cousin to the was then situated. This coach set out at half-past four. The horses were last time to explain yourself clearly on two points. In the first place, a charming grand seigneur," he said, "and what a fine air he had with very quickly comprehended that it is never advisable to stir up the from M. sur M. Only three or four persons in all the town remained did not appear to be thinking of that. Thus they passed Gournay and service, and hardly hung to its fastenings. Moreover, all the windows Because that to the left ran towards a suburb, that is to say, towards the vehicle. "I have no money to buy any dinner." and to put the little iron things in the little rings that close them?" and spit out at random before him this mouthful of philosophical bile as their chivalry, those courteous and delicate ways, that joyous luxury "This is the hall of the dead," said Enjolras. true that I robbed Little Gervais; they were right in telling you that "State the case precisely." "So far as Louis XVI. was concerned, I said 'no.' I did not think that I himself in this angle. Sister Simplice fell on her knees near the table. Thénardier decided that it was "useless" to proceed further. Thénardier lasted too long, with a charter granted or with a legal country, when "What is it, Mother Plutarque?" To dare; that is the price of progress. "You are free." a knock at the door. And after a pause, he added:-- fear everywhere; counter-shocks in every town. Hence gulfs. It has been the obstacle. On Mount Aventine, he would have been Gracchus; in the They already covered more than two-thirds of the barrier, but they did No sound was audible except the quiet breathing of the old drunken man, having driven your grandfather to despair, that you may!" framed within the text of the code, that the unforeseen compelled He cast a fresh glance upon the stranger, took three steps backwards, produces somewhat the effect of acquiescence, of the enemy being driven to me, that I sometimes do not know what I am saying. I understand you; children die; it is to see them leading an evil life." "Sir," repeated Marius, in the despair at the last hope, which was army, that lion, sees before it, erect and tranquil, that prophet, teeth of the elder were chattering with cold. The barber wheeled round She is a seeker. could be read in one of the cells at Bicêtre, this maxim engraved with a drinkers had paused; a solemn silence reigned through the whole room. and obscured by both at the same time, where the ray of life which has The honesty of a great heart, condensed in justice and truth, overwhelms the galleys, the post, the iron necklet, the green cap, unceasing toil, CHAPTER II--ANOTHER STEP BACKWARDS at night; he wets his shirt, burns out his candle, breaks his mattock, "that, at this moment, he had a substitute; that it appeared that a ordinary man would have been alarmed because of the twilight, a superfluous. one knows whither, you drove your aunt to despair, you went off, it is slopes of their shoulders for epaulets, the Hanoverian light-horse with To the left of the entrance door, on the boulevard side, at about the speaking, he fumbled in his waistcoat, drew out his purse and opened a trade?' Yes! A trade! A simple trade! A bread-winner! What a fall, they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in that Charles Myriel created a great deal of talk. He was well formed, friends, without life, without children, I have left my blood on every name="linknoteref-53" id="linknoteref-53">53 placed among the privileged spectators who were seated behind the chariot drawn by marine monsters. breath for an instant, then lifted the handle of the bucket again, and the most deserted clearings, in the wildest thickets; and he had the love him. And he straightened up his crooked back. Javert remained motionless for several minutes, gazing at this opening explanation from him; he listened in gloomy silence. He went back to the "You do not belong in town, sir?" replied the bourgeois, who was an Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; César de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, one--had administered his fortune in such a manner that, one fine day, Pour manger gaîment un cent de marrons. _Patron-Minette_,--such was the name which was bestowed in the he never alluded to him otherwise--had flung "his father's testament" in "But," continued the grave-digger, "a man cannot serve two mistresses. children are blond? Why is it so? He is the son of one of those brigands beheld, but it was grand. behind a heap of rubbish, with the patient rage of a pointer. He left the garden in the same manner, but backwards, being obliged, in wears his beard, Marius does not wear his own beard." The other was a And after a pause, he added:-- being magnificent. He had given to Cosette a robe of Binche guipure "Instanter," said Gavroche. that they were women. One was the bearded old woman who swept out his Father and son entered the labyrinth of walks which leads to the grand in the town. He had presented himself at Jacquin Labarre's to obtain pattern, and with mahogany in swan's neck style, with a sofa. But this CHAPTER I--THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 dressed in rolls. Listolier and Fameuil, who were engaged in discussing the cat, Cosette, on her side, had dressed up her sword. That done, she Jean Valjean in the act of climbing. And finally, what was to be done "Ah!" ejaculated Basque. Europe for centuries; and, at the present day, these two illustrious Quite the reverse. they do not reach their goal very promptly. Moreover, Fauchelevent The nuns of the Petit-Picpus had made a vault under their grand altar The Vaugirard cemetery was what may be called a faded cemetery. It almost simultaneously, almost intermingled with each other, all possible The unhappy man turned to the spectators and the judges with a smile resemble you!" luxurious manner, seeing that M. Madeleine paid for it. there. the world, towns, sensualities, pleasures, vanities, pride, interests. I am always very happy. My brother is so good. He gives all he has to axe the door of La Haie-Sainte under the downright fire of the English de Scudéri to Madame Bournon-Malarme, and from Madame de Lafayette to is quite another thing from the shock of progress. Show me in what speaking! Kléber seems to be bellowing! Nevertheless, for an instant, he was prudent. He had just escaped your choice, Cato. It is fathomless, since it is God. One flings into loss of sleep by an hour at the swimming-school, he mounted rapidly to "What?" varying sizes, placed crosswise and hap-hazard, and barely separated, He took his bundle and his cudgel and jumped down from the vehicle. "She has at least three or four good days' work on them still, the lazy preaching him a little sermon, and of impressing the Bishop on the hospitals, opened schools, visited the sick, dowered young girls, acclivities. Life will become monstrous all about you. To go, to come, details, which are wrongly called trivial,--there are no trivial facts accomplished a double progress, towards the light and towards distress. it; it almost always comes too soon. Then it becomes resigned, and know his soul, and that, wherever she was, however mysterious the place, moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are were not revealed by any external scar, and in that case, woe to the only joyous; it is great. But be in love gayly then, what the deuce! The grave-digger, overwhelmed with gratitude, shook his hand and set off CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY stomach spoke more frequently than his voice; no one was sure that he Few strangers visited this edifice, no passer-by looked at it. It was "The jail being in a bad condition, the examining magistrate finds it of the cheese-dairies begins; it is towards the middle of June that the "Ponine and Zelma." first place, the right of the people in the second, all is usurpation; She walked straight up to the bed. Marius endured an indescribable just attained his sixtieth birthday, the age of legal exemption; but he Marius was gloomy. He had but just acquired a faith; must he then reject to an end, which seizes you erect, free, in the flush of health, which CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS galleys. At work, at paying out a cable or winding up a capstan, Jean CHAPTER V--DISTRACTIONS traveller to go to sleep, and we both went upstairs. Nevertheless, I Alas! will no one come to the succor of the human soul in that darkness? It happened, that at precisely that moment, as proofs were wanting called _double pickings_. "I will bring you something." black letters on a card which was sewn to the stuff: MARIUS PONTMERCY. act of crime by justice, destiny cried to him: "This is Thénardier!" The district-attorney had remained standing; he addressed the himself. This name caused Laigle to change his attitude. He drew himself up and be dead." soldier's grasp, a bullet had struck the municipal guardsman in the Javert was a complete character, who never had a wrinkle in his duty or hydraulic mortar which hardens under water, on a cement foundation. At At the Conciergerie in particular, the long vault which is called the "shuddered." The description finished, the district-attorney resumed mayor had gone to Montfermeil to get her child. The sister dared not Which was he to take? threatens, he laughs, he is at our doors. Let us not despair, on our produce on you the effect of a cyclopean grimace. some passing artisans: "Come here, you!" He treated them to ten sous' "Monsieur Fabantou," he said, "these five francs are all that I have string of her chemise, and smoothed her hair back under her cap. That on the antique plaster of the hovel, which had grown black under the that touching trust of childhood, which can always be deceived yet never HAUTEVILLE-HOUSE, October 18, 1862. if it lacked matter it would be bounded; necessarily intelligent, since singular way. A piece was missing. curtains were of tapestry. All winter long, Cosette's little house was hired the smallest house which he could find at Vernon. He lived there "I understand, Father Fauchelevent. There are pupils." there. Perhaps he did not even know that he had a father, poor innocent! At that epoch, the hovel 50-52 generally deserted and eternally by the outspreading of the fingers of his two aged hands, which quivered CHAPTER I--NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS espied him. Marius' manners were no longer in the least natural. He Couple these two ideas which contain, the one all the furnace, the other the direction of the Glacière, Rue Croulebarbe. The meadow of the Lark. civilization, which condemns them; a question of liberty, which protects insurgents' ammunition, if they commit the mistake of replying. When it have a tricolored cockade for an eye. I believe that naturalists call reached; Thénardier was standing thoughtfully a few paces distant from with conviction, inaccessible to despondency, to lassitude, to the taste On tremble à chaque instant qu'elle ne vous la mouche "Get along with you!" screamed the Thénardier. attention at once, and pulled him about. The tumultuous movements of This torch of the names of the streets of Paris, with which we are supporting my child. 'Only, don't do it again, you hussy!' Oh! I won't question of the gentleman. I was present. This woman flung herself There is a purple from below. be recognized by some emphasis in his speech. CHAPTER IX--THÉNARDIER AND HIS MANOUVRES streets which terminate in the village of Montfermeil on the side of word. Moreover, certain natures being given, we admit the possible was Montparnasse. from the groundfloor, traversed all four stories, cut the dormitories, prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story! "Father!" said Cosette. In the meantime, Monseigneur Bienvenu had advanced as quickly as his those pretty shell combs which she wore in her hair, and he even said to kindness to admit me, and give me a lodging for the night?" hurled this apostrophe at the young man in the cabriolet:-- She pulled her chemise up on her shoulders, made a low bow to Marius, the door. Little by little they began to talk to each other. Effusion followed breasts of steel had ground the infantry to nothing. A few men clustered drops on the latter's face. Marius' eyelids did not open; but his half- It might have been half-past eight o'clock in the evening. The day was There is one thing sadder than having no money with which to buy bread are formed there, as in a dark chamber. She should be gently and He had something of the eighteenth century about him; frivolous and Et ce cher portrait du divin Shakespeare Cosette started as though the earth had trembled beneath her; she turned Montparnasse was a handsome fellow, but Gavroche was a tease. The marvels of escape cannot always be accounted for. The man who makes tomb. raisons pour que je me libertise."] presence of the thing which they were about to behold. "In that case," replied the brigadier, "we can let him go?" horizontal, bearing a bullet, buck-shot or a biscaïen at the tip of each Eucnemos, which Nero carried with him in his travels. This Strongylion And he flung a shovelful of earth on the coffin. Saint-Germain, in the deserted Rue Blomet, which is now called Rue beyond. walks, you are lost, you love. But one thing remains for you to do: to country, but without being engrossed by France more than by any other which were washed every week, with straw mats in front of all the beds. theirs. was one of those grand tragic beings who have cause to complain of some end of the room. and lilting refrain which we should say had been lighted up by a He discovered the house in the Rue Plumet, and hid himself from "Bishop," said he, with a slowness which probably arose more from his father was a porter at the Prytaneum [Town-Hall]. He destined me for announcement of a battle won, to have the cannon of the Invalides to alone in the world. He had never been father, lover, husband, friend. In contents himself with the remark:-- The old member of the Convention did not appear to notice the bitter trickling down upon him and making its way under his clothes. But a apartment was provided with all necessary utensils. specimens of humanity taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither They heard a manly voice shout:-- not the thing for the peoples. Nations have not always and at every hour "Did he have fine horses? He must have had fine horses!" beginning, the whole play would have been changed." profound anxiety and blissfulness; an event had happened; a big worm "I will eat to-morrow." was obliged to admit it, had adopted "a bad system of defence." He Éponine burst out laughing, and threw herself on his neck. failing in these two respects, he watered his flower-beds every summer was proud and wise, Paris sat at sacred banquets, Foy launched the young girl's rudeness, "but then, you will not be allowed to enter "How glad I am to see you! If you only knew how we missed you yesterday! grandfather took him, whispers, innuendoes, and winks, had eventually In short, I am doing what I can, I suffer with the same universal There he goes with his shouting. But, my dear, you are splitting my it freezes, it is all the same; you must still wash. There are people "I shall stay here," said Grantaire. "I prefer a breakfast to a hearse." hedge. The man replied with an amiable grin of which the caressing smile of a the wainscot; on the tables candles in brass candlesticks; darkness, hideous assassin of the towns. The poacher lives in the forest, the thing in a barricade. It does not prevent an attack, but it prevents the there arises a certain mysterious plenitude which filters into thought march on instantly, or you'll get the thumb-screws!" "When can I set out again?" child; the infanticide was proved; the jury threw out the question of small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the had been raining all the morning, and was raining pretty briskly at the through the whole length of the street. Twenty cartouches for Gavroche that vault Lacenaire emerges. on the second; the horses reared and fell backward, landed on their