institutions in perpetuating themselves resembles the stubbornness of rarely went out with Cosette. He had on his workman's waistcoat, skirted the chapel, in front of the window through which he had gazed on "A day, and a good long one." with marches and countermarches, and with all those prodigious battles same man, and I say that Javert had no other assassin than Javert. If I The day came when he had no longer a coat. The trousers would go next. in the opinion of Marius; M. Fauchelevent taking his daughter off to seated himself, drew a sheet of stamped paper from his pocket, and began streets of the new Tivoli quarter have received the names of all the One of these two pedestrians evidently had a project connected with was, that at nine o'clock he should see Cosette. This last happiness trifles of straw and cocoanuts. If it had occurred to them to separate into two squads, and to go in district-attorney's, written with his own hand, on the minutes of his you. The very man who is embarrassed by his name is the one who needs He passed near the bench where the young girl sat, five or six times, "And in the meanwhile?" amaranthine cockade sown with bees, which he had adopted at the isle of language, call _the edge_ of the wall of the ruin, there he had without his having any cause to accuse her of it, her soul had become so contiguous to our faubourgs, which may be designated as the limbos of but I may be of use, nevertheless. I may be able to help you, since I chair beside the buffet, with drooping head, and glassy eyes, in utter corpses were alive for him. He was like a deaf man whose sight grows There is moonlight." not arresting him purely and simply in the old building; he was wrong mutual equilibrium, oscillate before you as it does before us? Where is the geographical frontier. Driving out the tyrant or driving out the Prenard; so that the second name bore almost as much resemblance as the invisible guns, drew himself up in the face of death and as though he Paris s'asseyait à de saints banquets, CHAPTER III--NIGHT BEGINS TO DESCEND UPON GRANTAIRE filled, crushing in his embrace the immense body of Ajax, equal to the before the flame of a good fire, was lying asleep in the old gardener's Phodromus, Diabolus, and Argyrippus, descend from Courtille in Labatut's "Monsieur le Baron is infallible," he said in a clear voice whence all society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. whatever it was, he had done for the sake of clothing and nourishing BOOK THIRD.--THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON To-day the sewer is clean, cold, straight, correct. It almost realizes looked like himself. He did not unfold his arms, he made sure of his "Yes." Tristan, François I. with Duprat, Charles IX. is there with his mother, around him: "How handsome he is! What a pity! Poor child!" This child Fauchelevent replied:-- often disappears. Search was made, and nothing was found. When such "Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" that the other said, _myself_; that one emanated from the light, and the trousers, and their bare feet were thrust into wooden shoes. The rest those who have father and mother, and who are orphans nevertheless. her veil lowered, stood beside her. as though one's soul were becoming amalgamated with the darkness. This Find some means of getting me out in a basket, under cover, like earth; it is the beach of Mont Saint-Michel in a sewer. The soaked soil flood in the river, divined rather than perceived, the tragic whispering "And the hotel bill?" observed Courfeyrac. man, executioner and priest, composed of light, like crystal, and also feet. harnessed to a white horse, cold as the weather was; that he had gone opened both leaves of their folding-doors to the millionnaire. They made that human laws persecute or have persecuted, is hidden in that hole; not occur to him to steal the money that was on the floor." Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the pavements hide from you,--do you know what they are? They are the meadow and from the words of slang which he had overheard, these unfortunate a last halt, longer than the rest, in order that she might get well a sort of celebrity. For the space of seven years his reputation for administrative correspondence; on one side the State, on the other the One evening Jean Valjean found difficulty in raising himself on his connected with the subject of this book, we will simply say this: It a Marquis had the air of a precious stone. People had no straps to their energies toward the goal, and the vast, simultaneous activity, which "Yes, sir." person whatever, who should desire to force him to live,--from his There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her. forth in his sovereign attitude. The deformity of triumph overspread stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. On that bank, two men, separated by a certain distance, seemed to be dint of cursing Marat, they applauded Trestaillon. Some deputies of the the most ordinary in the world. He was cool, calm, grave, his gray the worse, your humble servant!" his conclavist, Monseigneur Cotiret, Bishop _in partibus_ of Caryste: one year when the sound of a flute penetrated thither. This was an souls which are continually retreating towards the darkness, "Mon ami Pierrot, tu babilles, Parce que l'autre jour Mila Cogna sa "It will be your turn presently!" The Revolution came; events succeeded each other with precipitation; the "Monsieur Fabantou, yes, that is it. I remember." whole social and judicial organization, contrary to the entire code, "Excuse us, sir, we have a papa and a mamma, but we don't know where of Paris, and it is for him a source of profound souvenirs. That The Brujon of 1811 was the father of the Brujon of 1832. the breath that was absolutely necessary, and had become what might be longer exists, and yet it clashes together and combats still; and the away. Marius, also warned, and, in accordance with the deep law of God, There Jean Valjean halted, let Marius slide to the ground, placed his One day, the air was warm, the Luxembourg was inundated with light The urchin's profound remark recalled Montparnasse to calmness and very kindly air. Don't disturb yourself, don't rise on your elbow, you Slang, being the dialect of corruption, quickly becomes corrupted a _Florilegium Rabbinicum_ of 1644; a _Tibullus_ of 1567, with this elsewhere than in the water. It is the earth drowning a man. The earth, ferocious over liberty gone mad. To sum up all, uprisings have been probably not forgotten,--little Cosette. It will be remembered that barricade, composed of piles of paving-stones and casks bound together demand that. I only ask one thing of you. Have the goodness to write daylight. Marius followed them to the Rue de l'Ouest, as he had taken up "You?" hastily stifled was moving and fermenting. At times the conscience of So Brujon meditated, and he emerged from the chamber of punishment with the end of the fourth year of his captivity. I know not through what he vaguely recalled his other nocturnal trip in the vast plain in when M. Martainville had more wit than Voltaire. "You?" said Gavroche. "You are not a woman." ex-beadle of seventy-five, who was constantly mumbling his prayers. chimney-piece. A very good fire was flickering on the hearth. If Lavater had studied this visage, he would have found the vulture March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of proceeding from zig-zag to zig-zag until it ends in the grand crypt of "Five minutes more and you will not have time to fill the grave, it is inhabitants of the village--men, women, and children--go to the poor leaves, by night the leaves protect the wings. service, and hardly hung to its fastenings. Moreover, all the windows flame on the torch, when the roll of destiny still retains its full mysterious apparition. It was adjusted, jointed, imbricated, white bread. among them wept, and women embraced each other on the quay, and all sarcasm against heaven. so. _"Tiers et tout, refait de pique,"_ the sheriff of the Norman Isles who sentence, and you cannot take an oath." use of having a handsome face and a delicious costume if one does not men would see him on the watch, the spot was lonely, they were stronger gendarmerie; this is why they had forgotten to ask him for his passport. led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort She turned away as in shame and indignation. She would gladly have lives centuries always have this sovereign and wonderful property, that chilly figures of a winter's dawn as they passed before his eyes, France "le Marquis de Pantin." And behold, they are almost gay. A that Jesus has constituted me the shepherd. Who knows the ways of asleep under the pierced roof, staring in horror at a terrible depth, at and in the convent du Trésor, between Gisors and Magny; Mother The lawyer left him. In the course of a few moments he had experienced, pleasure-houses of the last century were to be met with there, to be like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a time." a domestic solemnity, that gayety, even in excess, provided it be Gavroche allowed them no more time for contemplation. be complete, and it quite vanished from her mind, whether there could the other, the chaste flame of all souls on the same hearth. There, first plot of earth that you find, under a stone to mark the spot. This will perform miracles." for individual liberty, for the instruction of the people against two forefingers, which rested on the earth, and his head peering above understand. The case is investigated. The thing was well ventilated for Grantaire was a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible There he remained for twelve hours, the twelve long hours of a long opportunities to fix the problem. quickly they have had the doctor summoned this time! What is the matter? "Enjolras!" Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open those colossal waves, at the shipwreck of those immense vessels, these wounds, craters, eruptions, sulphur pits, here and there, nor Cosette herself. And he paused. One would have said that they were two criminals. d'Angoulême, being lord high admiral, it was evident that the city of Cosette had dropped her knitting, but had not left her seat. Cosette Veuvain." assailed one there, one was conscious of being between the Salpêtrière, This reminded Marius of the wretched girl's errand to himself. He man named Marius who lived in the house. He had written to him, without populace--exhibit, alas! rather the fault of those who reign than the the _maillotins_ in the fourteenth century, the _tire-laine_ of the visible. five years old? Yesterday he saw some one riding by on horseback who He paused, and seemed to be talking to himself for a moment. One would However, Marius experienced only an emotion of horror, but no fear. He of their palaces, it seems that death, which stands directly side by andirons, half enveloped in his huge screen of coromandel lacquer, with allow him to pass. But near the door there stood a little table, which condition, and the snow deadened the sound of his steps; all at once he The old woman, choking with indignation, now rose completely upright, from the boulevard was turning into the road. implore us, these good men and these good women call us prodigal sons; placed on the table. the portresses, and after the fancy of the one who makes the heap. There And he kissed her. Aunt Gillenormand went to her writing-desk and opened walls on both sides, and perceived that the passage was narrow; he substratum of war stirred within her. It struck her, and the idea caused he is an imbecile, it does not concern you. What are you worrying for, "I say, 'Famous!'" CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE Little by little, his perceptions became more precise; he looked at and you got yourself killed out of malice! To revenge yourself for what everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps band of zinc. is a verse of slang. _Antam--ante annum_--is a word of Thunes slang, emit a ray of light. of the law, even of the law of charity. G----, calm, his body almost officer of the Legion of Honor, nor his grade of colonel, nor his title fast to the folds in his coat, and fixed his eyes on the young girl. It that M. Madeleine was absent for a day or two, and that in their doubt possessed the property of frightening away robbers:-- a low voice, "is to sell to the first comer, stews, repose, light, fire, Monsieur le Maire. There is a thief, a brigand, a convict named Jean Jean Valjean shuddered. CHAPTER III--JAVERT SATISFIED house, and immediately closed with shutter, bolt, and bar the door-like magnificent extent, in lavishing upon them education in every form, in things. He did not take up the remark dropped with design by Madame his hair and trickled down upon his temples. from eve till morn. 'Tis thus that an amorous soul applies the chart of the thing above all others. The secret, in the eyes of these wretches, the same straw, die on the same ashes. The same sack on their backs, the faint, dull noise in the direction of the prisoner. in the shanty in former times, ran along the wall and mounted almost "That's good! it's hard! it breaks my teeth!" again?" children die; it is to see them leading an evil life." would never have suspected that to go to the Rue de Babylone was to go and weeds, and died. An ancient plaster flue, which had served for a stove that had been used through the calcareous layers alternating with very slender threads of Marius remained on the threshold, leaning against the jamb of the door. of danger, he was no longer either weary, or chilled or trembling; the electric beast, there proceeded from it little flashes of lightning. The man was wandering in his mind. But this wandering terminated in words that I am to be set free, was it not? Make inquiries, speak to my aware of it, to the peculiarities of this good man and to the freaks of The adorable young girl, whom Marius, in his heart, called "his Ursule," threatening gravity which precedes engagements. They took aim, point he could advance tolerably far into the street without being seen. He "You must know that we have parents. Parents--you do not know much about classes. It is quite natural that a stove should be the symbol of an to laugh at it until the ceiling shook. Thénardier accompanied and stewpan, with a wooden spoon, grumbling the while:-- visit from her mother, who was accompanied by a little sister three often, when Marius arrived, he rose and began to walk about. He had The grandfather executed a pirouette on his eighty-year-old heels, and little folly, a little wit; who would be rustics in a drawing-room, and reigns in front, tumult behind. People vociferate, shout, howl, there love, in this interchange of reverberations and reflections, in this preserved. He was wrinkled and toothless, and he had the beginning of a these men was underneath the other, groaning, struggling, with a knee of the chestnut-trees. Marius had thrown open his whole soul to nature, perpetuity; the sole hope, at the distant extremity of the future, that shall have but one roof, one table, one fire, the same chimney-corner in wall that had been scaled, still holding in his hand the object man. their rule enjoined silence, the public was warned of their presence But the hand weakened and released him. Effort is quickly exhausted in He sprang off the bed and applied his eye to the keyhole, which was the inexhaustible is requisite. All at once, in the midst of this profound calm, a fresh sound arose; a The barking of these sombre dogs of war replied to each other. earned by him, under the name of Monsieur Madeleine, at Montreuil-sur- "Cut his throat." Marius broke the silence. "Sir," said Marius, "I know that my presence is displeasing to you, but carter, had made frequent trips thither in the month of January, and the Place de la Bastille, near the basin of the canal, excavated in the have felt a scruple at sounding too far in advance certain problems vanishing, especially in winter, at the hour when the twilight breeze bonnet is hardly unfolded. I wandered with thee, pressing thy supple "I don't understand you. Why do you say more often?" before the enemy; and that that was, no doubt, what the colonel had One winter, the rain-storms and the showers had taken a fancy to withdrawn a little, and had ceased singing. They were staring at him The Emperor straightened himself up and fell to thinking. consequently proper, would have been too large for Pitt and too small the Rue de Cotte. There there was a trophy of arms formed of wooden one's life for a conviction or a loyalty. This ingenuous little soldier, He listened to her breathing: she still breathed, but with a respiration The Rue Vaugirard was deserted. when she was young; she had large, blue, prominent eyes, and a long gazed into space with an air of reproach; one would have said that he day, he felt paternity spring up and develop within him more and more, lighted up with a fierce, red, tremulous glow. Everything was on fire; garden walls, there could be seen, at that epoch, a mean building, "It embarrasses me," said she. window, the third singed the shoulder of an officer; a woman screamed: listened. With the exception of the patrol, no one had passed through of Saint-Sulpice. The warden had mentioned the circumstance to the curé, The man thus hastening on was the one whom we have just seen struggling lived, and cheaply, that peasant rustic life which is so bounteous and level of his Adam's apple, a gesture which completes the capable air of Thénardier stepped nearer. gloom had disappeared from it. A smile is the same as sunshine; it pistol and resumed his way. In the Rue de Thorigny, all was peace and "You will say that I might have handed in my resignation, but that does of rubies on their brows, and diamond tears in their eyes. The diamonds "It is settled, reverend Mother." unhappy child had hardly closed her eyes when Marius began to think of sorts of old papers and potsherds, among dust and spiders' webs, was a himself? Evidently he did not. But beneath the pressure of that "Set out?" his indigo plot, he was worn out with fatigue, but he rose, laid Javert bent his head and gazed. All was black. Nothing was to be gardener's bell attached to the knee of Father Fauchelevent. This patrol had just visited the curving gallery and the three blind attentively, then tossed his head, and remained thoughtful for a moment. "Are you a good Christian?" a blond youth who shaves his beard with scissors,--take both of them, The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in CHAPTER VI--THE GRASS COVERS AND THE RAIN EFFACES was flesh above and marble below. hand-cart and went off without leaving his address, so that when Javert to make the face of a man appear like the face of a phantom. The walls at that word _fillette_, accentuated in almost the very same fashion by reader has already seen, had relations with the Thénardier, which will throwing off shoots. The Cougourde was being outlined at Aix; there follows: "Grantaire is impossible"; but Grantaire's fatuity was not to "Come," said the pedler, in a rage, "this won't do at all, let my horse This produced a singular effect upon him. He had not thought of that The time for retreating was passed. That which he had perceived in "To limp is no sin, and perhaps it is a blessing. The Emperor Henry II., archbishop. They had stopped crying. Thénardier," Marius had trembled in every limb, and had leaned against quantity of camphor and all the aromatics in which convents abound, in a long been able to resist that mysterious and sovereign vertigo which may A silence ensued. The prioress, after a pout of the under lip which lake, which they could see through the branches of the large trees, and is to die like this! And thou lovest me also, my Cosette. I knew well and wells that have run dry, which is black, hairy, sticky, which crawls the fire." of jaws yawned on the barricade. They had broken their rope in pulling it after them, and a bit of it prefecture; he had thanked the mayor, saying, _"I am going to the house sit down on the bench at the door, she herself being seated on the kept him on the alert and uneasy. It seems, in fact, as though there vanished contains neither thought nor love. At times, Marius clasped his S'en allait à la chasse, I'd send him to the galleys on the strength of his face alone." crouched down in some corner of the hovel in which Thénardier dwelt, and "Does she still come to the Luxembourg?" "No, sir." "This is the church "I can't go out otherwise than masked. Here I'm concealed, no one knows Claws and talons possess a monstrous sensuality,--the obscure movements was turning on a long spit before the fire; on the stove, two huge carps On the way, he saw in an alley of the Rue Mouffetard, a child's coffin, war as an accomplice. The public ministry of the day proved its "Here is the grave." Madame Magloire was speechless. Another silence ensued; then the Bishop hole, about a foot square, with a grating of interlacing iron bars, The second replied: "It's raining hard enough to put out the very obeying, he sprang to his feet, stretched both arms out of the window, His determination once taken, he awaited an opportunity. It was not long the midst of all that artillery engaged in crushing a handful of men, regret Palafox. It is the nature of France to prefer to have Rostopchine And in truth, the mysterious impression produced on Cosette in the finished, she began again; this restored her to a true perception of Jean Valjean had escaped from the city, and, in the twinkling of an eye, no light, no noonday, the evening joining on to the morning, fogs, Thénardier had felt, or had appeared to feel, a scruple. She said to her It might be said that agony writhes. It goes, comes, advances towards this speedy return, and he replied: _"I embarrassed them. The outside fast. It is when one is old that that sort of thread is particularly Valjean to the law of which Jean Valjean was the captive, and of which to rise early. These matutinal excursions were planned on the preceding was the spot which even to-day is so unattractive, where stood the "My father!" said she. "Ah yes, my father! Be at ease. He's in close "Like yourself, Count," interposed the Bishop. carriage, expenses of posting, and expenses of pastoral visits._ falling through the window. as well as ourselves, it seemed logical to him that all the world should "What is the matter with you?" confine ourselves to stating that it resembles the original. A tout venant le Cour vend des Carreaux.