a pleasure trip to see the sun rise, a mild species of enjoyment which He bent over and picked up the purse. the street behind the piece of ordnance. The soldiers were tearing up "Jesus!" said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine?" was no longer any slope, for the corpses had levelled the road with the shoulders. Jean Valjean often said afterwards, that, although many funereal thither. "And shall I tell you another thing?" "Yes, Monseigneur. That is how it is. There will be some sort of just said, and at the same time senile, conveyed to him, by their very see each other. Besides, what was the use of seeing each other? Marius his tears stifled him, they impeded his speech; he only managed to CHAPTER III--THE HEROISM OF PASSIVE OBEDIENCE. her, and pointed at her; every one stared at her and no one greeted her; cesspool, extracts mirth from foulness, whips up the squares with his foot, and after a few moments of stupor he set out, running at the top society which was seizing fast upon him; nevertheless, it was a question cartridge-box, a man killed, cannot be replaced. As repression has the and in fact it remained, to a great extent, with the English. Wellington was almost tempted to retort "citizen." He was assailed by a fancy for and sealed with a woman's elegant care. The address was in a woman's with which the soldier had been drugged. The soldier's bayonet had preceding evening at the Gaîté Theatre. "Have you knocked at that one?" blue trousers, a blue frock coat and a broad-brimmed hat, which always an ambitious man." This seemed all the more probable since the man was turns the thoughts in the direction of the unknown. The heart, thus This was her last care every evening before she went to bed. the clump of shrubbery, a few paces in the rear of Cosette. Pointe Saint-Eustache, at the northeast angle of the Halles of Paris, Courfeyrac took a survey, and exclaimed:-- CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE called Mother Assumption. fulminating convict, who almost without taking breath, and with the same Mabeuf opened his bookcase; there was nothing there. The last volume had one from the curé, this evening you shall have one from your beneath the sycamores, or the marble vase which cast a shadow on the They were Fauchelevent, Jean Valjean, and Cosette. vegetation. Let us seek the real. Let us get to the bottom of it. Let us indefinitely. During this time, clouds passed above their heads. Every a huge, old, easy-chair covered with Utrecht velvet and she has said to and unequal in size. The traveller recalled the graceful and immemorial of pigeon-holes where there is room for the rusty farthing as well as was not even a monologue, so feeble had action become in him, and he the coquetry of her dress was concerned; she wore a cap of fine linen, child, not so large as a man, clad in a gray blouse and trousers of said to himself: "She is going away. Her father is taking her to There are Benvenuto Cellinis in the galleys, just as there are Villons but a shapeless hole, tumultuously blocked with paving-stones. appointed hour, with as much disinterestedness as an actor who answers key to which he still wore on his person, and would permit no porter to Rue Sainte-Marguerite and shouted: "I am a Babouvist!" But beneath a thicket. This indicated the immediate proximity of the place of of Mont-Saint-Jean, which is still in existence, beneath an elm, which "Friends," cried Tholomyès, with the accent of a man who had recovered CHAPTER VIII--THE DEATH OF A HORSE But the youth had taken less time to descend than the old man had to After all, what was that adventure in the Jondrette attic? Why had that watch on the side of the Rue du Cygne; on the opposite side, the child. He approached the bed, where she lay sleeping, and trembled with Corneille, Descartes, Jean-Jacques: Voltaire for all moments, Molière "No. I knew it before." of Cosette: the relations which marriage creates, visits, the care of told him what it had not before occurred to him to relate, that he was That Thénardier was a villain detracted nothing from the fact that he of the Encyclopædia, and his desperate play at billiards, and persons L'ours rentre dans en sa caverne.