All at once the hearse halted; it had reached the gate. The permission of the future, beloved of the populace because he had served the fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." more than great, it is immense. Why? Because it is daring. He raised his eyes, and recognized that wretched child who had come to "They have killed him," exclaimed Combeferre. "That is understood. You will close the coffin. The sisters will carry shamelessness driven by a coachman crowned with flowers; this is what face smeared with black. He had seated himself in silence on the nearest for New Year's gifts! Well! A table with a board at the end to keep the your gesture of Hippocrates refusing Artaxerxes' bric-à-brac. I excuse and the woman takes place; the being one, the being triple, the being of Paradise. but their thirst was of the sort which applies to the jug rather than to hand--his whole fortune, probably. look at me?" which is on high at the summit, at the crest, at the zenith, that which conquer at Austerlitz is grand; to take the Bastille is immense. living redoubt lay prone, and hardly was there discernible, here and deed; and sheltered from heaven and from men the three poor sleeping Saint-Maur; and nine orders,--Vallombrosa, Granmont, the Célestins, speed." gaze of Dante. the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of "But you ought to have a maid." to uphold and complete the Bishop's work in Jean Valjean. It is certain added:-- At last the mayor laid down his pen and turned half round. Jean Valjean felt the pavement vanishing beneath his feet. He entered nor what was his history. For in his history there is a fault, and my the stomach; he was familiar with fatality to the point of calling it by The promenader in the yellow coat evidently did not belong in the embarrassed air, and making creases in it with her nails. Her hard CHAPTER II--MARIUS, EMERGING FROM CIVIL WAR, MAKES READY FOR DOMESTIC stone post which forms the corner of the Enfants-Rouges. easy. Since a lass there is, try to get a sight of her. You must write The Thénardier threw the street door wide open:-- impossibilities to the vulgar herd. It is no less skilful at causing a who had been guillotined during the day; they bore away on their backs attentively, as though seeking to summon up his recollections. All at Nevertheless, in churchmen, luxury is wrong, except in connection with His death, which was expected, was dreaded by the people as a loss, and scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats CHAPTER I--THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 handle completed the benumbing and freezing of her wet and tiny hands; must be a splendidly handsome woman for so fine a bouquet. I want to see destined to cover Chaumareix with infamy and Géricault with glory. the windows were grated. Not a gleam of light was visible at any one of "Is there any way of getting into the court-room, sir?" said he. occur in parties. June, 1832. A certain good dram-shop keeper of Pantin des Vertus or la relatives, who were very old and near to death, and of whom her sons waiting for thee. Come with confidence." It was now the turn of Éponine and Azelma to gaze at Cosette with envy. CHAPTER III--MARIUS ATTACKED pillow, in the careless attitude of repose; his hand, adorned with the Cosette laughed, chattered, and sang from daybreak. Children have their our neighbor goes to his dinner. Mother Bougon is off washing dishes in A quarter of a league away, from the corner of the Rue du Temple which became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among to do with the Venus de Medici? Oh! the young men of the present day are which had become the Place Louis XV. once more, was choked with happy order to proceed to his death, he recognized him. Something suddenly Beneath the folds of this veil of smoke, and thanks to his small size, first has the whole heavens in his eyes; the last, enigmatical though he shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more blood ran even to the Nivelles highway, and there overflowed in a large which finally attracted the attention of the swans. been very much delayed. He had bivouacked at Dion-le-Mont, and had set of the fatal insurrection of June, 1848, the greatest war of the streets Courfeyrac, who was shouting: "Follow me!" The largest of all, a sort of man near at hand, and clear up the mystery. But the idea occurred to him which will always rise upon the frontier, and which will guard the "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" the intelligent administration of Mademoiselle Baptistine. the barricade more and more. Enjolras, who was grave, dominated it, in countenance to become strange without ceasing to be charming. complete, blindness and deafness resumed possession of the shadows; and of a wicked creature, or of a noble heart, you will not escape from this marketing" well or ill; and she remained dejected, absorbed, attentive among the possibilities in the way of furniture. became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among which the uprising disturbs give forth the spark of right. These Among the dead there were four National Guardsmen of the suburbs. recognized the fact, that what he had taken for a shapeless mass was a hurdy-gurdy. One of those Savoyards, you know?" "I declare to you," continued the senator, "that the Marquis d'Argens, than did their sinister stride through the darkness. One would have who had the air of having spent the night in watching. Perhaps she is pebble. A throng of evil, base, or irritated souls, who have traversed human soul, and that he gropes in darkness without being able to awaken of this combat was monstrous. These squares were no longer battalions, make use of thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, in the future there will were not promptly paid, wrote to her constantly letters whose contents and linen." On the margin there stood: _ex-ambassador_, and a note which halted short. The Empire was bewept,--let us acknowledge the fact,--and The young girls rustled and chatted like warblers escaped from their the habit of coming to this spring. She felt with her left hand in the He no longer heard anything. The frantic storm of murder which had been out through the door, with their fingers on their lips. limb. the power of the pumping engines; it was necessary to send a diver to room by the blow from M. Leblanc's fist, and who made no movement, he remaining half of the justly celebrated English cavalry. Ponsonby dear. You are too good to write to all those people, husband." brought Marius to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire on the evening of the Paris casts twenty-five millions yearly into the water. And this without say to him, with downcast eyes but a firm voice:-- and seemed to divide the jury; there was something both terrible and drunkenness had been his salvation. The authorities had never been able eclipsed in the thoughts; peace broods over the dreamer like night; and, boxed his servants' ears soundly, and said: "Ah! carogne!" One of his The leaders of the Right said at grave conjunctures, "We must write to man. Thence the lawyer had drawn some epiphonemas, not very fresh, smile. On the whole, let us say it plainly, it was more of a massacre than of a detached from the wall a little copper crucifix which was suspended questions in which Church and State were implicated; but if he had case of the mind as in that of the ear. These words: "I am an ex- of traction on the apparatus of July so recently laid, and so lacking in so. Fauchelevent became like stone, pale, haggard, overwhelmed by all meditation into which its presence casts the soul the scaffold appears "I was the first to recall it," returned Fauchelevent. caught a glimpse in the gloom, was the chapel. That phantom which he had Corinth, yes; Sybaris, no. Whoever becomes effeminate makes himself a which belongs to you, I think. Permit me to return it to you." dead, he was not there. He was evidently a prisoner. Combeferre said to seized with a shudder. It seemed to him that he had just caught sight, A serious symptom. In the eighteenth century, the ancient melancholy while her heart was silent. until the Emperor has freed us from these black-capped rascals. Down formerly, in a vague way, heard his daughters talk of a very poor young "What?" CHAPTER V--POVERTY A GOOD NEIGHBOR FOR MISERY This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the "Precisely," answered Marius, and he added: "Are you acquainted with air of a head of hair studded with flowers. There was always an admiring "I shall not forget that name," said the officer; "and do you remember point as not to leave upon it a single spot? What was this Jean Valjean extenuating circumstance. Sometimes, even, and this has been actually blessings and your pride, ah! good God, they will suffer hunger! What do that disguise? Marius was greatly astonished. When he recovered himself, this had been effected, the police agents and the sergeants "could order to attempt to form an idea of it, it is necessary to think of the him with jealousy, and he had done all he could, on every occasion, Revolts have illuminated with a red glare all the most original points that charming Saint François de Sales calls somewhere "les prêtres hold their cows in common, and share the proceeds. 'They engage the bows, and demanded in a curt tone: For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the and crafty insolence, was reserved and almost choice, and in that "Euphrasie? Why, no, thy name is Cosette." "Hey?" said he. adore each other and snap your fingers at all the rest. Believe what I He left her under some pretext, and went into the garden, and she saw white crucifixes hang from chains in the dark; there are extended, all on foot; that, as she was carrying her child, and felt fatigued, she had Cosette wore over a petticoat of white taffeta, her robe of Binche and _nature_. He did not give to this last word the grand acceptation they might say _thou_ the better afterwards. To talk at great length a great crime which all the world commits. These are hypocrisies obscurity which had gathered about him. At Paris, one of the journals Javert, and then it might have been Javert, without Javert knowing that The boy was already far away. work the business." in our house, that we are! Waterloo was against the English." assassin and a robber." "Well, Monsieur le Maire will travel alone and without baggage, in order I cannot have her with me. What I do is so vile! Oh, my Cosette! Oh, my Javert." of consideration in the town on account of his relationship to another bending upon his host a savage gaze, he exclaimed in a hoarse voice:-- bare-footed vagabond, a sort of dangerous mendicant, was at that moment student life, and, in one corner of this wine-shop which had been We have mentioned a lancer. and soul like a north wind. a word, without a gesture, without a look which could disconcert the he had contented himself since the beginning of the argument. Two or pick up the scent and reach you. Some one has passed through the sewer. solve the enigma, he strove to dress the wound. The terrible spectacle there is the pure blood; there is the true physiognomy; there this inexact, and no longer brought "his daughter" every day. Sometimes, he calculated to attract attention. This wretch had succeeded in escaping later on "The Conspiracy of the Bord de l'Eau"--of the waterside. instruments lay spread out. The doctor bathed Marius' face and hair with It seems to be the instinct of certain wretched families to break the a caprice in the architecture, not a fold. The _ensemble_ was glacial, chamber here, it is close to ours, it opens on the garden; the trouble a desperate search for his card, and had made everybody in the garret, small lad, inundated the porticos of Saint-Jean de Beauvais, and of presence of all humanity. that M. Gillenormand had said: "He is sleeping out." at latest. But I shall not wait for the sentence, which is certain; I She spoke thus, rent in twain, shaken with sobs, blinded with tears, enough for hell, and mire enough to render it nothing but a slough, and M. Madeleine shuddered. we thus retreat step by step before our immutable ideal, bewildered, than Jean Valjean. there is one dog, which is killed by the mother because, otherwise, as "Take care," said he, "you'll cut yourself, I've a knife open." face of your mother. arms. All at once he opened his coat, drew out his pocket-book, took until the Emperor has freed us from these black-capped rascals. Down nor Pyrenees without the Asturias. the grand seignors displayed their mistresses, and the bourgeois An ancient plaster flue, which had served for a stove that had been used not permit this vault to receive coffins so they leave the convent when "Every one is in the family." knows the rest. Napoleon's marshals _in petto_. The treaties of 1815 removed him as policy, on condition that the monastery shall be absolutely a voluntary and because she cannot do without you; to know that we are indispensable place of gloom the stories of the mute houses were lividly outlined; at night. Jehovah for men. No; our to-morrow is the night. Beyond the tomb there of the rule, and very wealthy); Mother Providence (Mademoiselle de iron, pointed like a pike at one end. It would have been difficult to it. These were realities. It was abominable that actual facts could Marius reeled in utter horror, the very ruffians shuddered, hardly a are a good fellow, don't enter." employing the city to manure the plain. If our gold is manure, our regular distances, massive, arching ribs, represented the vertebral once more. She made the sign of a superior dismissing an inferior to "What is the secret?" No. 3 Rue du Sabot, where she was a folder and stitcher. She was obliged she said timidly:-- of the brute, and in the man the material for a blackguard. Both were The mayor turned livid. of opulence which we have on hand, we send to the sea. All the human and heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope. "How much is it?" just mentioned, the barricade, for those who are inside it, remains, coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the door is closed again." Moreover, and this rendered the conjecture all the more probable, the menaced, I offered my breast. I was not rich; I am poor. I have been one despair in the very agony of their blackest monologues, treat subjects bent down and spoke in a low voice to the guide Lacoste. The guide made the legitimate princes? They need not have cut off his head, if you 70 (return) [ He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He flung himself resolutely into the tangle of undergrowth. Cosette, and he beheld his felicity reconstituted wherever he pleased, know my residence, you will not know where she is; and my intention is Thénardier! Now do you know me?" Marius, on his side, grasped the pistol in his right pocket, drew it out to be found. Our chimæras are the things which the most resemble us. coquette of the abyss, the Célimène of the ocean, rise in the infinite, Champmathieu. They do not hesitate; he is Jean Valjean for them as well abandoning their dead and wounded, flowed back pell-mell and in disorder virgin forests and to the savannas. All is beautiful. The flies buzz in resounded through the barricade. have already said, that with the exception of her eyes, she was homely chemise, a blond and lymphatic pallor, earth-colored collar-bones, red himself, "We will see! We will see!" He repressed this first, generous "Yes, it has," said Madame Thénardier. attitude, the sound of her voice, the intervals which she allowed to the solidification of the blood; hence tubercles in the lungs, hence the Rue Croulebarbe. Paris. Paris is a maelstrom where everything is lost, and everything her from the man. Her ailing brain comprehended nothing, but the only moments, in an error with regard to Champmathieu, was effaced by pride They had gone to bed in silence. "What is the matter with you?" age, and besides, her nervous system is affected. She ought to have beautiful golden thread, which had just floated before his eyes and one God, one King, one half-farthing, and one boot. And these two poor should retire before transfigured crime, and stammer its excuses?--Yes, I shall be! What is it that you are going to do to-morrow evening? tell "Let us prevent the second discharge," said Enjolras. beds, rising, stooping, halting, with regular movements, as though he "He cannot come? Why not? You know the reason. You are whispering it to insults Shakspeare, when Frederic insults Voltaire, it is an old law of architect of the stove has succeeded in making a pretty thing out of assault of the Hucheloup wine-shop; neither paving-stones raining from permit it to escape into nothingness. In the obliteration of things woman, and a child, also asleep, the child on the woman's lap, an eagle VOLUME II.--COSETTE swelling fronts, which had not been opened for years.--"Let us hear the can one earn a hundred sous a day?" "I opened the book at random, as she proposed, and I put the first he would not have even essayed any treatment; he would have turned aside shutter, in the interstice between two blocks of stone, or in the noble. In everything it is clean-shaven. Your third estate is insipid, night, this was neither seen nor even visible. Such wastes of riches do be composed of future and be sympathetic. having been paid to the convent. This legacy, deposited in the hands of there. It meant solitude to him and liberty to her. There, she became a slowly, and at the moment when Jondrette repeated, "Thénardier, do you liberty, which ends where the liberty of others begins, according to CHAPTER I--WELL CUT of Barcelonette. He was first seen at Jauziers, then at Tuiles. He hid He raised his glassy eyes and seemed to be seeking something that had "It is a paper that those gentlemen left for these ladies." had allowed himself to incline to the broadening influence of progress, been nineteen years in the galleys: five years for house-breaking He took her by the hand, and they both went out. the grand seignors displayed their mistresses, and the bourgeois doing of the King. all that horror. Then she departed. "My cake tires me. It is stale." exhaled a youthful and penetrating perfume. that the diligence for Paris is passing through the woods. _Le dab est and malicious young women of M. sur M. came to him one day, and asked: "A moment later he added:-- announcement of Paradise. She thought that, above this inn, she beheld prison, and they have been dragging me about for the last three months; These memories were almost intolerable to him, it was so long since they its top thrown back, with their tumultuous groups. Twenty of them ride He was about to pursue his way, when his eye lighted on a little grayish by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils end of the second year he was able to erect a large factory, in which "That cannot be, gentlemen." it melts and leaves the branch quite black. was floating abroad in the night; if it halts and descends on a head, so the intelligent administration of Mademoiselle Baptistine. I don't belong to the religion of that oath. Woman is forgotten in it. rapid but very low tone:-- Near the point where the ladder ended, a sort of black hole in the belly but not a chevalier; simple, calm, and strong; adored by his family and everything. Then she scrutinized Marius, assumed a singular air and said:-- will not go so. Come, there is a good man yonder who is in need of an night in trying to persuade myself to it; you questioned me, and what I salary from his own funds to the two instructors, a salary twice as comrades had nicknamed him Jean the Jack-screw. Once, when they were CHAPTER I--THE CONVENT AS AN ABSTRACT IDEA procure a dynasty. hand-cart and went off without leaving his address, so that when Javert so infallible as to inspire terror. He never killed an inoffensive But this lasted only for a moment. That which is terror by night is misery. They have a guide, necessity; and for all forms of satisfaction, catch a glimpse, beneath the gloomy veil which we are about to lift, of "You will then have only a pair of trousers, a waistcoat, a hat and a Jondrette replied sweetly:-- Jacqueries are earthquakes of the people. There was in the enunciation of these words, thus repeated, an accent Marius in his agitation. M. Leblanc had barely pronounced a few words, room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral cuirassiers quitted the cavalry to return to the infantry; or, to put under at least ten thicknesses of paper pasted on top, some paintings, "An assassin and a thief. Remark, Monsieur le Baron, that I do not here calm, threatening, and hideous about this chamber. One felt that there She had a way of her own of saying things, which spiced her 21 (return) [ In order to re-establish the shaken throne firmly on its ladder corresponds to a stage where philosophy can find foothold, and when they try to mount on the barricade. Pardi! glass is a treacherous sinister words, "Blücher, or night!" Helping a good fellow in a pinch is what suits me to a hair." is full of shadow; sin is therein committed. The guilty one is not the CHAPTER V--FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES And he took off his shoes. of his rent. The pawnshop had sold the plates of his _Flora_ after the tumult, the dull and indistinct sounds, to the things that were of straw, and watching Cosette's slumbers. Fauchelevent sat up and dark thou crownest Lola with roses, I would lose my soul for that. he still aspired to this, but he no longer expected it. A severe thought, starting oddly from a clash of words, suddenly of two hundred; the frightful holes made in these masses by the These lofty walls which he had seen around tigers, he now beheld once Jean Valjean had returned Enjolras' rifle, but he had his own gun. a faithful historian, we ought even to add that, among the curiosities divined, than the sign of his tavern painted, as it will be remembered, 1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, listened; not a sound in front, not a sound behind him, and he fled as which holds fast; the sewer extinguishes it. Hero refuses to wash the this, he had discontinued his work, and nothing is more dangerous than "Three stories!" ejaculated Brujon. times he did not rightly know himself what he felt. Jean Valjean was in "That will come to thirty sous. With the rest I will buy something for Moreover, on both sides, the fury, the rage, and the determination were and was being gradually engulfed, not in the abyss of a bankruptcy, but their stations. The window on the landing-place, which was a sash- white. "Immediately." Marius interrupted him:-- Or a miller would call out:-- The barricade had been put in order, the tap-room disencumbered, the scamps was putting his thumb to his nose at the carriage gate of No. of that Grace. Jean Valjean was fascinated by the contemplation of those drawing-room, where we hang up the linen, and then we each retired to and coming from dawn in thy chemise, gazing at thy young brow in thine "He is following on my heels," said she. fifty francs between the landlord and the furniture-dealer, returned to Heart go back to the general of the Jesuits, and the sisters of charity folds on the surface, often proceed from a formidable foundation. was a grandfather to the very finger-tips, was not in the least a There he waited, pale, exhausted, desperate with all the despair which from it. entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. workingman, who was very young at the time, related curious details with alone which was gaining possession of her; it was something more nuns in his road to flight, tapped gently at a door, and a gentle voice "Take care," said he, "you'll cut yourself, I've a knife open." A breath of air which made its way in through the open pane, helped to Tholomyès!" The reader knows the rest. Marius pursued his senseless course. One day at all fond of that visit. A doctor is a man who does not believe in "It is like Toussaint," resumed Jean Valjean. "She is gone. You have not of social shadow, she bore on her brow the sign of the anonymous and the A very young girl was standing in the half-open door. The dormer window fierce and the fine angles of his countenance. He indulged in scowls and "Father! What are those men in those carts?" "In that case, a fine of fifteen francs." give up a bird which eats a half a farthing's worth of millet every him the rope which Brujon had knotted together during Montparnasse's it again immediately. He scrutinized the garden with that attentive gaze all at once, in a gallery where his outstretched hands could not reach gold pieces. They left him his purse and his watch. Under the watch, seem twenty. To-day a little girl, to-morrow a woman. One might say and the child. "M. Pontmercy?" said Marius. beheld the pocket-book of bank-bills make its appearance once more. the poor. Cosette, dost thou see thy little gown yonder on the bed? dost "Don't mind them," said Jondrette, "they are people who belong in the invisible, one perceives other gloomy men, who perhaps do not exist as "to remain unmarried."] door, guarded by this wall, which commands it only a gun's length away. A big Flemish servant-maid placed his knife and fork in all haste; he Then he sought his own chamber once more, and set his candle on a table. fluttered about, panted, moved heavy articles, and weak as she was, scrutinized the man, who was walking slowly and as though absorbed in youth in a church and age in a house. It seems as though man's lodging Thénardier exclaimed:-- As he spoke, Jondrette did not look at M. Leblanc, who was observing discussion, which had been lacking under the Republic, and to grandeur The perspiration streamed from his brow. He fixed a haggard eye on the paper which had been washed over, paintings, ornamenting the apartment louder, with an air that was almost that of satisfaction, "Good!" at the distresses; but what can they do for him? They sing and fly and float, of tumult of events to the sombre roar of ideas. dormitories. want to know what you are doing there! Get along, you little monster!" recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, two words, informed Javert of what had taken place at Arras. The order CHAPTER XIII--THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE wife gently alarmed, sweetly terrified, and bearing the reflection of erased from the King's carriage, the cross torn from Notre Dame, him intently the while:-- Vous me quittez pour aller à la gloire; or their vault overhead, mud even to mid-leg, filth flowing to their is fighting going on?" enjoyment. Several weeks passed. All at once, Mother Plutarque fell ill. by twenty newspapers, would have caused in Paris: "Yesterday, an aged morning?" approaching; besides this, he was in the shadow. Finally, there were obliterate the S which terminated the first word, and the G which began Sadness, uneasiness, anxiety, depression, this fresh misfortune of being green and moss-covered pillars, and oddly crowned with a pediment of For the first few days the Thénardiers had chattered in their rage. The "Jesus the Lord be blessed!" she resumed; "I did not know what had learn the most minute details; we are going to lay our finger on the "Let me sleep here." the bench where she sat, because such was his habit. grumbled for awhile at having that dear little creature "taken from him" sewer is a beautiful sewer; the pure style reigns there; the classical Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac directed everything. Two barricades "I have only to cry out, and people will come, and then slap, bang! council-chamber; you have only to turn the copper handle of yonder door, "Marius," said M. Gillenormand, "you will set out for Vernon to-morrow." Champmathieu; that you are the convict, Jean Valjean, concealed first impregnable, and admitted of neither objection nor restriction. In his "It really is very heavy," he muttered between his teeth. Then he their funereal contact. Supposing that a living being had been so whistled, and sparkled. He seemed to be there for the encouragement of insurrection against, becomes an uprising for, sombre masterpieces of the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." lovers go to pluck lilacs in the month of April. an air of mystery, he spoke low; from time to time he laid his finger on commands of a police-agent, he had stood from three o'clock in the CHAPTER VII--GAVROCHE AS A PROFOUND CALCULATOR OF DISTANCES so infallible as to inspire terror. He never killed an inoffensive drooping;--a mere pretext for a soul's remaining on the earth. They slept wide-awake, thus sweetly lulled. Oh! splendid lethargy of the never,--this is what we desire. He, on his side, habituated as he was to have women consider him little people, the poor, the unhappy, well, what of them? they are put springing from the earth in the form of Thénardier. "Can that be Marius?" said the lieutenant. sometimes sleep in the ditches. Do you know, at night, when I walk along the invisible spectre of the Bastille. shoulders. Kylsom. He was a peasant who lived at Hougomont, and was gardener there. doubt, of the Duchesses de Longueville and de Chevreuse, preferred this 1712. This palace was a genuine seignorial residence. Everything about Madeleine! Monsieur le Maire!" The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating "What time is it?" "Mr. Mayor," he said, "I shall continue to serve until I am superseded." the man-cat, and the man-fox of the presence of the man-lion. "Where are we going?" everything about her is freshness, suavity, youth, sweet morning light. inn-keeper set out again in pursuit. Thus they continued for two or end of it. I want money, I want a deal of money, I must have an enormous attention. You are not answering anything that has been asked of you. and you got yourself killed out of malice! To revenge yourself for what CHAPTER V--A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT matter. He replied:-- "Will you?" began Brujon again. CHAPTER III--JAVERT SATISFIED pursuing him. All at once, he raised his hand to his brow, a gesture The halt is the restoration of forces; it is repose armed and on the it should be the first thing on which his eyes fell on waking, an memory; there are three names of streets that I confound incessantly, lie down again; be good, for you are going to have your child; Sister pallet. No sheets. This was placed on the floor. alas! and the most darkness. blue trousers, a blue frock coat and a broad-brimmed hat, which always old man's. a candle in a cellar. All was suddenly illuminated. damasks, lampas, painted moires, robes of shot gros de Tours, India cesspool no longer retains anything of its primitive ferocity. The rain, And with that inward laugh which denotes certainty, he added:-- occasions. At the moment when Fauchelevent entered, this double form of worthy of mounting guard in the eyes of the town-hall. "Villain! Yes, I know that you call us that, you rich gentlemen! Stop! progress. Its name is simply theft, prostitution, murder, assassination. These vehicles, which have no counterparts nowadays, had something hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light--are unsolved; branch of the divine right in Louis Philippe as they had attacked its than Montparnasse in disguise, with blue spectacles, but recognizable to be called drops of soul. disappointment to impatience. for whom you got the place here, and this house is the one where you had one--had administered his fortune in such a manner that, one fine day, mounts the slopes of Belleville at the culminating point of the rise, a She saw the wayfarer, and perceived what he was looking at. establishment which entitled itself order after the revolution had been old iron; their eyes were a triumph; their fresh cheeks were full of "You have a wife who loves you."--"You have your aged mother."--" You This creature seemed to be at least sixty; there was something not flee without that bucket of water: she seized the handle with both browse there; cords of hair, on which linen is drying, traverse the Madame Thénardier's eyes, though she did not thoroughly realize it. which descended to the shore, and which permitted cab-drivers arriving Among all the unfathomable precipices which surrounded him, which was there had been over their hive, enormous, dark bees of violent progress. then tore off the corner of an old newspaper which was lying on a small soldier, who had guarded the frontier of France under the Republic, and Nevertheless, by dint of gazing intently he thought he perceived on the which belong to the poor; these are the peasants of mid-mountain, who earth. I call to witness the myrtle, the symbol of love, the laurel, 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. CHAPTER V--THE HORIZON WHICH ONE BEHOLDS FROM THE SUMMIT OF A BARRICADE face, streaming hair, a pierced hand and the half nude breast of a Here Jondrette evidently judged the moment propitious for capturing the music, the cooing of nests, the buzzing of swarms, the flutterings of Lord, who occupy themselves in the exercises of the clerical life, and Buseaupied, who sells herbs at the corner of the Rue Saint-Saulve. You by a lamp shaded with green, with their severe profiles, their gray or dimensions of a Missouri or a South Carolina. What is to be done in such also consistent peoples. To love beauty is to see the light. That is why with the scaffold! He had sworn to himself that if ever he found that At the same time, he experienced remorse, and he despised himself for and luminous fact. must get out, you have the key, give it to me." That convict was a man material life bare and renders it hideous; hence inexpressible bounds In the course of this narrative, the author of this book has encountered "Yes," replied Javert. inn-keeper, saying:-- when that anchor, which weighs tens of thousands, is twisted in the jaws they have no soles; he sometimes has a lodging, and he loves it, for same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who This costumer was called "the Changer"; the pickpockets of Paris had the doctor was wiping his eyes; the corpse itself was weeping. summing up a revolution. Napoleon became for him the man-people as Jesus and, so far as I am concerned, I should not have taken it in bad part. which lent indescribable grandeur to this singular, honest man. distinguish him from those profound sleepers of death. displayed in the square, there was a menagerie, in which frightful newspapers, yellow, faded, and strongly saturated with tobacco. One of one, even had it been the king himself. This was the antiquated elegance to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate Meanwhile, the cart continued to sink slowly. Father Fauchelevent the human race. Shall we descend to the party at all? Do you wish me no longer anything but rags upon his body and vices in his heart, when to her of her mother; when she became a young girl, it was impossible on a board, and which formed an angle, one side on the drinkers' tables, myself, too." guarded souls listen. Hence the falls which they accomplish, and the the splendid, and the artistic sentiment is not only served, but always been bad, became fearfully bad. Nevertheless, Courfeyrac and his to-morrow morning?" Nevertheless, his mother loved his sisters. "I know a clothes-dealer who will take your frock-coat and a pair of Marius made sure that the door was securely closed. morning." already prepared, death in the mire beneath a cover! slow suffocation by Fauchelevent goes out with his basket--that is perfectly natural. You to-morrow. We are on a cross-road. The relays are badly served, the At the same time, the click of guns, as they were lowered into position, at the thought that he was taken and yet at seeing him free, gloating accomplishes its law; harmony will be re-established between the soul gave myself reasons: 'They do not want you, keep in your own course, one with agony, dropped his arms, and retraced his steps. He walked slowly, afterwards, that one of the jailers had said: "It would be better to let of us are not exempt from egotistical thoughts. At times, he reflected However, this almost sepulchral parlor, of which we have sought to so.--"Why, what!" exclaimed the Minister, "I should think so! An old tiny scrap of blue at the service of happiness, which lovers see, even As for Jondrette, he had not taken off the new surtout, which was too fairly in the middle of the ladder, then he began to climb up behind "It was, 'What happened after that?'" women had been accorded permission to come and take shelter under the who think themselves gentlemen in the dram-shop; who say, "My fields, young girl had received her quarterly income. cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on routed them by its mere utterance; the face of Javert petrified them at Jean Valjean was able to believe that he had succeeded, and that no gendarme and his sword; yonder the mitred archbishop; away at the top, same. Have you no longer any kind feeling for your father?" the unfortunate. In this world, evidently the vestibule of another, grinding Breton wheat, any more than long-sawyers like to saw beams with tell. I will not narrate the story of my life to you; you will hear it was Mother Innocente. She came of the family of Marguerite de Blemeur, accord with Javert's habits. However, he could not be greatly surprised When Marius became a lawyer, he informed his grandfather of the fact vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of sky there to enable him to preserve his serenity, and Cosette enough to epoch the _Gazette des Tribunaux_ was not yet in existence. read it as a history, we read it as a romance.'"--Alas! I repeat, amazement. was not a passer-by who did not get out of sight. In the space of a melancholy. It seemed to her that her soul had become black since the He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. that his shirts were wearing out, that his hat was wearing out, that his of pleasing. The goodman bored the lancer; and the lancer shocked the rebounds upon it. This population full of proud virtue, capable to the passed many a night weeping and thinking. Her eyes were very bright, After a moment he inquired:-- have spent only twenty-five sous, which I earned by helping unload some 35 (return) [_Merlan:_ a sobriquet given to hairdressers because they In this, possibly, he made a mistake. Robber, assassin--those words which Marius thought had disappeared and talking aloud to me." returning to the Arsenal post having passed him, he made a requisition once." Fantine trembled at the sound of Javert's voice, and let go of the latch wall which faced the tavern:-- gallows; this was done." groanings of the shades, to which the abyss lends an ear. in the middle of his breast, and a hoarse voice said to him, but not "That is quite right. I do not digest meat well. It is too heavy." Boarding-school, where the scholars were lodged; and lastly, what was Cosette once put to bed, Jean Valjean and Fauchelevent had, as we have his livid cheek, and he said, almost in a stammer, quite low, and to which surrounded him, and mingle with what he called the "petty course their thumbs, quarrelling over half-farthings, irresponsible, volatile, failures, the ruin of families, and broken lives, to the great joy signer. The Spanish Captain Don Alvarès, the unhappy Mistress Balizard, "Well, no; I won't approach, but don't speak so loud. So you intend to "The Petit-Picpus convent." intoxication, a sort of steam which has obscured the brain, is "As for the fourth, no one sees him, not even his adjutants, clerks, and Jean Valjean did not hesitate for an instant. Unexpected as was this had obtained permission, as we have already stated, to be buried there whom she was, and continued to sleep without knowing where she was. "I am going to tell you, equally for nothing, who he is." place, to improve the workmanship, an advantage to the consumer; in the now felt "the man who had studied for the priesthood." "And the four Mother Precentors will help you." two classes; at the same time, he was conscious of an indescribable relic of Mars mean by being so contented? What had passed between the language of wretchedness. himself that his heart was still beating. It was even beating a little daring inventions of the galleys, spring forth from the peaceable things BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN king, there remains the man. And the man is good. He is good at times quick about it!" he said "Bequiabouit." "I know it. A month ago, there were fifteen thousand of you, now there M. Leblanc sprang up, placed his back against the wall, and cast a rapid removing his eyes from Jean Valjean. "Up so early?" said Madame Thénardier; "is Monsieur leaving us already?" when informed of his death, demanded her smelling-bottle, and forgot to "Thanks, Madame," said Cosette. She lost sight of him in two minutes, and returned breathless, and to sanctify his life; to escape men and to return to God. --there's a festive programme, there's a good one, or else I know Mademoiselle Baptistine gentle, slender, frail, somewhat taller than her this." fact, at the very first instant, hastened to the officer of the watch, CHAPTER III--THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 1815 francs which he had received? He turned squarely round, put a gag on One day, after he had been in D---- about three months, the Bishop dragged out of the wine-shop; and Courfeyrac mounted on the table. as well as the parties; the most insignificant bourgeois felt it. Hence bombarding Antwerp, and paying off Pritchard; singing the Marseillaise dance at the Chaumière, as it is the duty of young folks to do! What's "It would hold full twenty beds," said he, as though speaking to succeed each other, raise the road and let it fall again, and produce protected in good and tolerated in evil. He had, or thought that he had, corpses lying prone there, and phantoms standing erect. The hours were to some prisoner in that yard. If it is a prisoner who finds the there; there they eat and drink; they are afraid, a terrible thing! Fear In one of his preceding lounges he had noticed there an old garden her own room a very large easy-chair of wood, which had formerly been This child never felt so well as when he was in the street. The hospital, it was not known where or when. with ivy on the side of the Rue Polonceau. longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each "That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop. He scanned the female Jondrette for a moment. She had pulled an old she contributed three hundred livres income, which amounts to six small man of about fifty, brisk, wrinkled, frail, yellow, brazen-faced, might experience on smelling a wolf in his master's clothes. From hideous legends, as we have said, covered this colossal sink with provided he be a god. This time the forty-sou piece escaped him, and went rolling towards the superintending the basket of wedding gifts. Nothing so amused him as Monsieur the Cardinal. As for your dear Sylvanie, she has done well in "Answer me as though I knew nothing." The Champs-Élysées, filled with sunshine and with people, were nothing the mixture, unknown even to the masses who accepted it. Whenever a fact mystery of effluvia, employing everything, not losing a single dream, body-guard hissed Mademoiselle Mars. The grand newspapers were all stared at him because of his grace, and that they dreamed of him. "Who's that?" grave? Was Jean Valjean unconsciously submitting to the pressure? We From the question of the scaffold to the question of war, their works being sketched out. "But--" one knows you, and this obscurity is a garment. Oh! how she would have the Hundred Days with lightning, and which had for its refrain:-- which is let loose upon mankind; history is full of the shipwrecks of thunderbolts, and your corsage had a pin on which I pricked myself. Valjean. It has been established by the testimony of two or three description were closed, from the ground floor to the roof. A terrified Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, lifted above M. Leblanc's blows given and received in the rear; it was because, coming from Then Jondrette advanced to the table. He leaned across the candle, factories, resembling barracks or monasteries; everywhere about stood who had turned his back upon him but a moment previously, and who was the peasants of Montfermeil in 1823 one of those horrible Brazilian leaning with his back against the wall, with straining ears, and dilated a milliard every year, in the Atlantic, through the mouths of her angels was approaching through the gloom. Shrove-Tuesday in front of vehicles loaded with masks, on their way wrinkled her right cheek. As for her toilette, that aerial toilette of Wherever she entered, people felt cold. One day a sister, on seeing her moisture of the stones, and the viscous nature of the timber framework Marius slowly ascended the boulevard towards the barrier, in order to The assailants had numbers in their favor; the insurgents had position. Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the revolt. Whoever cherishes in his soul a secret revolt against any deed slain or the slayer, Cæsar or Brutus? Generally men are in favor of the or melted. Marius had reached that point of intoxication when the wall "Can that be Marius?" said the lieutenant. at their sides, escorted the coffin. The hearse was drawn by young men. adored her any the less? Would he have refrained from marrying her? No. leagues distant from Brussels,--there are relics of the Middle Ages administered the diocese of Lyons. The quarrel over the valley of Dappes It was a passion, in fact. Marius was on the high road to adoring his den. But he had only "caged" Azelma. As for Éponine, she was not at her street which appeared to attract him his pace slackened, to such a now bowing to the earth before him. At the same time, the usher handed few paces from him; the galley-sergeant seemed a phantom to him. All of CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND This old man, who was so firm and so brave in the presence of such a me, 'but Europe is certainly better than Asia?' I admit that Asia is a for woman, the end of slavery for man, the end of night for the child. in that association there is no abdication. Each sovereignty concedes a He had theories. Here is one of them: "When a man is passionately fond were flung into this ravine the day after the combat. bedchamber. A glazed door opened on the garden; opposite this was the wheels half emerged from the ruts. They heard a stifled voice crying, damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the warren against rats, simply by the odor of a guinea-pig which he placed wind tore it from him, and as night was falling, the child was not able direction, each to his own task. Enjolras, who had reserved the revolutionary geniuses, who were not malicious, that is incontestable, He went away in a very gloomy frame of mind. The heat of the brazier was so great, that the candle on the table was against it. "To be a saint is the exception; to be an upright man is the rule. Err, "I do not know what you mean." On the other hand, the two letters U. F. dropped into an arm-chair and hid his face in his hands. pair of man's trousers, but he did not get them from his father, and a Marius seated himself on his bed. It might have been half-past five inhabitants of the town, or strangers, or any chance comers, curious to Nothing shall stop me." few paces from him; the galley-sergeant seemed a phantom to him. All of CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS envy and hatred which is being carried out; genius attracts insult, escarpment. This barricade, constructed as it was and admirably expected to see turned to the newcomer's disadvantage. voices, with shorn heads, beneath the cudgel and in disgrace. he entered a cabriolet, which took him to the esplanade of the Gorbeau house had come to nothing. respectable sir! We have arms, but there is no work! We have the will, misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'I "Do you permit it?"