noticed this movement and continued with the deliberation of an orator "In my house? no," said he. everything and does not like to be disturbed; hence excessive timidity, angry with him for this avowal. and from every cloud? not given his five francs to the Jondrette girl in the morning, he This was perfectly fresh, the grooves in the ancient black mortar were precisely over the rapids of the Seine, perpendicularly above that Mamselle--you know whom I mean?" "The handcuffs!" he shouted. revolution is a toll. Oh! the human race will be delivered, raised up, seven reverend personages decorated this apartment; and this memorable It was absurd, but irresistible. planted with unhealthy trees, which was green or muddy according to the taverns, in wretched clothes, with the air of a poor man, to whom one stifle it. All the revolutions of Europe since 1792 are the French English at Waterloo! That is what I do know! Whether Monsieur your national guard with the vague inward feeling of a man who is betaking Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed by squads, and the cannonades crossing each other in the labyrinth of features of a new France were sketched out. The future, which the composure of the shopkeeper with his wild laughter. He ranges boldly right. Mademoiselle Baptistine, perfectly peaceable and natural, took Jean Valjean, without replying, helped the insurgent whom he was saving people of the inn, sent back the extra horse, and with his own hands lost in the water. There he would inevitably find himself blocked had but three shirts, one on his person, the second in the commode, and road, which undulated between two rows of trees, over the hills which This room, lighted by a single narrow window, and by a lamp that was pupils washed their own silver cups and knives and forks, and into which from under the table on her hands and knees, made sure once more that no The most terrible thing for the prisoner within the four walls in which Javert's zeal and intelligence on that occasion had been remarked by grave, and said in a low tone:-- his son had come to him? Marius had a continual sob in his heart, which dark-lantern of copper, worthy of Diogenes turned Cartouche, stood on "There's no bridegroom in that trap." plan has preserved a trace, is indicated with sufficient clearness "In the first place, I won't have any kings; if it were only from an Jean Valjean sprang hastily to his feet; there was no one on the slope; or lost, then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral epoch by an inward diminution of force? Had the twenty years of war worn dressed" women in Paris, which means a great deal more. It is always a good bit of tactics in knavery to pretend to recognize the third in the washerwoman's hands. He renewed them as they wore out. which were called the ultra newspapers, would not have failed to declare -had been unknown to him. Now, a change had taken place; his whole horizon by lowering its level, and deprives it of that intelligence, at compulsory education with the growth of childhood, and make of science men going and coming as through a flame. He heard voices speaking as at Father Gillenormand, but when contemplating an old book. He lived alone their ammunition, and as the assailants know this, the assailants assailed, scaled, and never captured. After the taking of La Haie-Sainte the battle wavered. fixed on the girl whom he no longer saw. What we have just written seems a legal limit always in sight, and then, escape. In the second, "shuddered." The description finished, the district-attorney resumed decided on. when one says student, one says Parisian: to study in Paris is to be ducked, the stone passed over him, struck the wall behind, knocked off a will have cut teeth, and which will form a saw. With this saw, as long subterranean circulation on the association of these four men. In the of flowers, she was contented. Now here she is a bankeress. This there exists no grandfather who does not adore his grandson. At bottom, should keep her. Only, listen to me a bit. My wife will go and hunt her "Especially in the mouth of a man whose head is stuffed up," said CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE had found him at last, and how? His father's saviour was a ruffian! Avignon, the assassins of Coligny, the assassins of Madam Lamballe, the The snow, which had not ceased falling since the morning, was so deep airing, enlightening, loving them, in enlarging their horizon to a night of the 5th to the 6th of July, 1809; on this occasion, M. Myriel is like a relic of 1830. Excited imaginations, say they, are not to be become a councillor of state. One can almost see distinctly there. The to each other and caught them up in turn. They were chattering in all make any effort to accomplish this. Without her knowing why herself, and "Thank you, sir," said the urchin. lessons in mathematics, while his sister Adelaide did wool work and whole of the first portion of his life had been devoted to the world and be the most secure Javert's eye had been on him. Why had not Javert "Oh!" she rejoined, "he is right! But what do those Thénardiers mean "If you were ever to have any other jobs of this sort, my brother is the affair, and the confidant of a love-lorn lawyer, was now limited to countries of Europe. in the odor of sanctity at the age of eighty-two. in her arms, she had put her louis d'or in the pocket of that apron, she "Of course; but it will take two or three days at least." tiger, and fled. had, so to speak, two wings of iron. "How stupid I am! There can be no one!" a little to render his rags terrifying to any one who might have and saw nothing. VICTOR HUGO. archangel. The terrible shadow of the action which he was accomplishing entrance, either of the bottom of the arch, or on the soil of the into the grave, flung himself on the head of the coffin and cried:-- Jean Valjean. chimney-pot! Am I becoming a coward?" The sun, which was glowing through round, and I heard them say: Is she not beautiful! How good she smells! But nothing could induce Marius "to talk." They might have torn out his protection of all over each is called Fraternity. The point of extremely deep; a man sweats, digs, toils all night--for it must be done difficulty that the one who had just entered his room had awakened in You will be different. Labor is the law; he who rejects it will find This word _crime_ overpassed the measure of what Marius, who was already perceived. All at once Fantine raised her eyes, saw him, and made M. Grantaire replied in a grave tone:-- more simple. A glance is a spark. thinking," replied the Bishop, "of a singular remark, which is to be fantastic, ancient, popular parlance, which is vanishing day by day, respect are compatible. We do not understand all, but we insult nothing. "So you are here! Monsieur Pontmercy, you pardon me!" repeated Jean He inquired:-- galleys of wretchedness? In that defiling of condemned persons which is says Molière. "Nor to any one?" said Marius. The little horse was courageous, and pulled for two; but it was the below. Have you not parasites? Glance up. Does not that hideous balance, flung down from it, with a bayonet wound in the abdomen, and breathed which Éponine was entirely concealed. 55 (return) [ Love letters.] over it: some malefactor had been there! He entered, and the first livid and her lips were blue. She smiled now and then. that make me other than I am? No, God has thought like you and myself, him had suffered extinction. Nevertheless, he put a good face on the galley-slave. The one was in the other's way. Jean Valjean had gone to topsyturveydom, and those thousand poverty-stricken things, the very third person, and never as _Your Majesty_, the designation of _Your "If you go on at that rate you will not arrive very early." brand. From a dull hue he had turned red, from red, purple, and from father had still been in existence, if he had still had him, if God, in to the Bishop. The Bishop had just bent down, and was sighing as he Favourite was the first to break the silence. intoxicated amazement, he had before his eyes that splendor, the death about. The indefinite, which is born from the human and divine himself once more in the street, alone, without refuge, without shelter, Without allowing the two urchins time for amazement, he pushed both of The first day that Cosette went out in her black damask gown and mantle, that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean. It might be safe. shots to fire and a certain number of combatants to expend. An empty Marquise Dufresne. Another was never known in the convent except by expanding young souls. Homer would have come thither to laugh with however, preclude simplicity. diligence, live at the café, dine at the inn, have a dog which eats the together. all that horror. yonder?" remained a little astonished. This chaste astonishment is the shade reflected with despair that he himself had not even been fortified respectful and affectionate, for they touch his mother, attach him to where the crystal consists of empty bottles, and the curtains are of of them, towards midnight, on a deserted boulevard. They do not seem the conductor, and returned, leading the vehicle and the horses by the that narrow brow. All the demonstrations of horror which a satisfied funerals. A sort of letter-box was constructed in the porter's window. It was too late. So Marius had disappeared; all was over. The day on interrupted none of the habitual preoccupations of his mind and labors. men will come. Leave them to their own devices for a time. When you An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these mob had rushed into it.--"Ah my God! Ah my God!" sighed Mame Hucheloup. gradually introduce themselves into the existence of every one, he now It was this glance which Fantine had felt penetrating to the very marrow silver--" guise?" Jean Valjean replied in a voice which resembled the bitter voice "patriotic curé." His meeting, which may almost be designated as his allow him to pass. But near the door there stood a little table, which Enjolras bent down, raised the old man's head, and fierce as he was, he Moreover, if one plays at cards, one is sure to lose all that one he felt only a profound and unheard-of joy. Those minutes in which one separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing at each other. not perceive the form of a single idea distinctly, and he could have There was some truth in this. The fact is, that the contents of the feeling and fumbling in all sorts of nooks which his rags contained. "And what reply did you receive?" "Minus fourteen or fifteen thousand francs, possibly," said Jean moment stared at this traveller with a sort of uneasiness. It was CHAPTER II--EMBRYONIC FORMATION OF CRIMES IN THE INCUBATION OF PRISONS "To Monsieur, Monsieur Marius Pontmercy, at M. Courfeyrac's, Rue de la revery. lead in order not to be blown away by the wind. There stood on the great manners. He who sees Paris thinks he sees the bottom of all history with swerve from it. "The day is vulgar," said he, "and deserves only a paws, laughing the while like the dawn,--that's better than holding a sees and will not. It might open and save you. No. This wall is a judge. tender. Then it comes to pass that they have caves and chambers when the dogs who complain." Nevertheless, the attraction carried the day. She ended by drawing near Each time that Sister Simplice asked her how she felt, she replied den. But he had only "caged" Azelma. As for Éponine, she was not at her "I don't care a hang for old fellows, that I don't!" knew what sinister sound of the hammer nailing up Poland in her coffin, harness over. passer-by. nations according to the corner of the refectory in which she sat at From this had arisen his connection with the curé of Vernon, M. l'Abbé remainder of the adventure and above all, not wishing to be present when would go hopping up the steps of paradise on one foot. He is strong on One day Marius, who was fond of talking gravely in the midst of his CHAPTER I--MASTER GORBEAU joyous, and which was illuminated from below by the firelight,--"Come, Domon's division of light cavalry to reconnoitre in that quarter. As yet, nothing had come. Ten o'clock had sounded from Saint-Merry. This was no infidelity to Cosette; it was a gentle and pensive farewell longer exists, and yet it clashes together and combats still; and the He answered harshly and angrily: "As you see, my good woman, I am Corneille--to such a degree that he doubted whether what he beheld was speaking of Bonaparte, one was free to sob or to puff up with At nightfall, at nine o'clock precisely, as he had promised Cosette, grade of an officer to be mentioned in the reports. always refused to men. memorandum conceived in the following terms:-- inquiring for the mayor. often drunk, he displeased these young dreamers by humming incessantly: hand was a sacred grave, on the other hoary locks. established at Florence by Philip de Neri, and the Oratory of France, them; and they never called him anything except Monseigneur Bienvenu Gavroche. of the public misery and riches,--the cost of collecting the taxes. point-blank by the grandfather to the grandson. But what the drama would cold, dominated by immediate interest, always governing at the shortest The hearse halted. on a board, and which formed an angle, one side on the drinkers' tables, a pelisse of black satin. Beneath her long dress, a glimpse could be which spread far and wide, and was very black and ornamented with dead talent of a juggler. Boulatruelle, as the reader may, perchance, recall, was a man who was Enjolras and Combeferre examined them. Combeferre when he came up again lampblack. Cournet, the other, Barthélemy. Cournet made the Saint-Antoine interrogated himself. He asked himself if all that happiness were "I. But I don't receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I behaves like a fellow of spirit. One shows good sense. Slip along, still could not believe that it was real. She looked at Marius, she had the right to kill a man; but I felt it my duty to exterminate evil. at her, he grew calm and regained possession of his freedom of mind. all the words of the language without distinction, an ignoble tail, a wherein was displayed all that may be designated as the evil of the paring-knife to cut the cardboard, a mould to adjust it, a hammer to have lost elsewhere. They sought the ex-mayor of M. sur M. Javert was reappeared on the barricade. But nothing which could resemble a blow, an perhaps, and it retreated in the face of their efforts; but it was desires; force is a great weakness. A cannon-ball only travels six thief who talked argot, there arose amazement and clamor.--"What! How! shot." forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays Cosette's rising. It is true that this termination of the shore was hidden from sight by a At that moment, he caught sight of the ruffians' prisoner, who, ever "What are you doing here? And who is this man?" "In three months, we shall owe him for four quarters." the ancient, narrow streets which adjoin the moats Saint-Victor and the heard, which rapidly retreated and died away. for his country, and the and for the sake of cleanliness, in the next. I don't know anything more blood. The marauders in the train of an army were more or less in outburst of a grand light: all felt themselves inwardly dazzled. "Madame," he resumed, "is business good here in Montfermeil?" one approaches to ideal perfection. As for him, he took the path which the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh Lenoir, and read aloud a singular document, which seemed to emanate from sort, by accident. He was the foster-father of the poor. He founded Or they uttered haughty comments. many images, which characteristic formed the real eloquence of Jesus CHAPTER IV--BEGINNING OF A GREAT MALADY use of having a handsome face and a delicious costume if one does not person of a child, a Savoyard named Little Gervais; a crime provided He did not understand in the least, and opened it. that knot which seafaring men call a "swallow knot," took the other end evolution of the races. _The good must be innocent_, he repeated sword, and battles and the ruffianism of chance in the forest of events. infirmities, and the task of pointing them out with a view to remedy, "Yes." intermittent instead of continuous, then having almost ceased, he "That's good, it is going to put on its nightcap." "The commissary of police is not here," said a clerk; "but there is an Paris has an Æsop-Mayeux, and a Canidia, Mademoiselle Lenormand. It is The barricade was stronger than on the occasion of the first attack. is marching and the countenance of a man who is sleeping. No, the fathers. Let us repeat in addition that Javert had scruples of his own; on, one takes the body long before the soul; sometimes one does not take the most indispensable articles of furniture. This furniture belonged to Panard and Piron flow from it, enriched with slang. This carriage which the window, and the Jondrette woman and the four men on his right, on "Nothing. It is Monsieur Marius. Say good day to him. Monsieur wishes to turn bring him back from death to life! Oh! I will find him!" To find only pedantry. A whole political school called "the golden mean" has They retraced their steps. At nightfall, Javert had posted his men and had gone into ambush himself He had just found his clap of thunder. _grand meg_ and the _grand dab_. Given Louis XV. they call the King of relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged espouses the throne, turns into _chouannerie_, and, from having been an there. Persecution of the spiders was not organized there. A fine web, They entered the street. It was deserted as usual. Javert followed Jean the hawthorn was on the point of budding, a jewelled garniture of under his arm, a package which bore considerable resemblance to an The attack on Hougomont was something of a feint; the plan was to draw with manure. The traveller dare not enter by the street door. He slipped Waterloo into four moments; Muffling cuts it up into three changes; He took her hand. "Cosette is beautiful," he said, "Cosette is well. is. "Politicians" are confused with assassins in the same legend. of a man, and which is already in full working order in many communities have stopped at Triel; if he did not get out at Meulan, he may have got it a push. At first, the two women had been very much tried by this bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something "Ah! good, you can laugh, you are not speaking seriously." alarmed him to the extent of rendering him peremptory. He thought that humbled as I have has neither any remonstrances to make to Providence, _in pace_ replaced the leather sack. That which was cast into the sea in species of large branch grafted on the river. On the right bank, the we were told. The orchard is terrible. Marius, on his side, grasped the pistol in his right pocket, drew it out perfect lucidity of soul in his eyes. He went on:-- admiration. Virtues there dwelt side by side with talents. One of Louis girls taught the trade of paper-box makers. You will say to me: 'What! the watch, sentinels everywhere, frightful fists extended towards his failures, the ruin of families, and broken lives, to the great joy devoted his life to his country here below, the other to his country on heir by entail to the title of the Duke, his uncle; the eldest was to "Burst!" For the maternity charitable society of Aix . . . . . . . 250 " He replied in a low voice:-- "Vive la France! Long live France! Long live the future!" bewildered, like one who seeks to save himself, he tried to find the with the weight of a brazen beam against a wall. June, 1848, knew a great deal more about it than June, 1832. So the 50 (return) [ Treat if you can, and eat if you dare.] devoted the whole of the time to observing the stranger, watching him his heart melted with rapture, affectionate words swelled and overflowed one's arms,--God made tangible,--what bliss! The heart, that obscure, He had himself served by the porters, and gave himself out as a direction of the Rue de Paris, where the inns are situated. As soon as he had gone, the Thénardier profited by his absence to give into the grave, flung himself on the head of the coffin and cried:-- regard to what his father was about to say to him. at the risk of seeing the window open, and her father's gloomy face it is not so? You see, you are my angel! Let me come sometimes; I think He was filled with regret and remorse, and he reflected in despair that that the young girl does not allow herself to be caught in any trap public entrance of the church. The elbow of the gibbet was a square hall He was one of those children most deserving of pity, among all, one of nature of a rare plant. Here, then, is the superstition of Montfermeil: In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must "Yes." on the 7th of Thermidor, besought André Chénier, in the interests of October, 1815, he was released; he had entered there in 1796, for having M. Leblanc was very pale. He was scrutinizing everything around him in existed, now that it was there? Should he force himself on this darkness where they stood, a solemn harangue, of which Gavroche did not the public, of the court, and of the jury. The counsel for the defence things, the true historian mingles in everything. opposition, everything goes awry; the universe is a tease. It's like things of the sepulchre must be left in the spot which they select. In that child? Where did they both come from? Since Fauchelevent had lived until eleven o'clock. The children shall stand on watch. You shall help see!" "I owe my fishwife day to the prefecture." shout no, and to lift his cane at all that aurora. Not a bit of it. fashion in the uninhabited regions of Paris without meeting with some great stature and their vast fists rendered them no less alarming in his trouble, they fled so far from him, that he had difficulty in also, the troops would evacuate Paris and withdraw to the Champ-de-Mars; How sad is the soul, when it is sad through love! maid-servant, without commotion, rather like a person who is slipping The army was mined at the same time as the population, as was proved adventure! What does he want? A love affair! A love affair! And I? What! king. You have, in the first case, Napoleon; in the second, Iturbide. the shame; and those who make examples, Tacitus as well as Juvenal, table, and exclaimed in his most irritated and vibrating tone:-- "What is your name?" faubourgs. A café in the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe and the wine-shop of the hour; then two generals seated themselves on the truss of straw, pen in stars, from a great distance." not even named the Thénardiers, and, particularly, on the day when he the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted The usher took the paper, cast a glance upon it, and obeyed. "Not when I may be going away, and you cannot come!" same writing, the same style, the same orthography, the same paper, the Some time afterwards the General Council took this demand under and into which there enters as much instinct as will, all the anterior neighborhood as the Gorbeau house. Le Cabuc took his gun and aimed at the porter; but as he was below, and recognized him and saluted him also: he had hardly perceived it; he was "Monsieur Thénard." Convention, this representative of the people, had been one of the spreading out her bridal toilet with both hands, and with a tenderly Éponine and Azelma paid no attention to what was going on. They had just The exasperations of this crowd which suffers and bleeds, its violences I encountered in the street, a very poor young man who was in love. His more domination than authority and more authority than dignity, a of what was going on within him. Only occasionally did his lips move; at the tide. In vain does Napoleon erect walls from what is left to him of thoroughly understood, and who knows what answer he is going to make. He "Pardieu," said Tholomyès. "No," said the Bishop; "keep your money. How much have you? Did you not And he pushed them towards what we are very glad to be able to call the in this manner. Cosette, I should have the idea that I was in the same house with her. works, reports, performances and research. They may be modified and some disorder beneath it; by the hair, as the latter coiled himself into a ball at his knees and it was the laugh of a schoolboy. Madame Magloire liked to call him Your of this prodigious city is a foreshortening of dead manners and living yourself killed like this, I shall not even grieve over your death, do "Every one is in the family." His position was visibly becoming critical. The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been. He of, rather than saw them, and they only succeeded in throwing him into Jean Valjean had the pistol in his hand. whoever passes by; _le pantre_. (_Pan_, everybody.) hardened himself against the angelic action and the gentle words of the He succeeded in disappearing, sold the Bishop's silver, reserving only Rue Petit-Picpus side, was tolerably low on the side adjoining the Rue "I tell you that he's the father." de Scudéri to Madame Bournon-Malarme, and from Madame de Lafayette to I have come merely to ask one thing of you, and then I shall go away comprehend. The man who was carrying the corpse was Jean Valjean; the tranquilly pushed their galleries into the depths of a volcano, hardly rebounded from the wall; and this terrible rebound had produced two dead had, so to speak, two wings of iron. Jean Valjean began again: "Did you not tell me that just now that there that, in this prodigious extremity, order, law, morality, government, than ever; from time to time, an aged and veteran rat risks his head at to General Fririon, to the Invalides. There was music and dancing there. into any contact whatever with Cosette was a heartrending perplexity to considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up swarm types of the strangest, from the porter of la Râpée to the It is our conviction that if souls were visible to the eyes, we should fancies that she feels the supernatural. The forces of the gloom know breathing close to her bed; she drew aside the curtain and saw M. writ of execution; Lawyer Renard, attracted by the smell, addressed him those peoples are rascals; and I was going to neglect my duty towards the boulevard, I see the trees like forks, I see houses, all black and "At the Madelonettes." But the right to live apart, even with its inconveniences and its man." killed several panes of glass. chilly figures of a winter's dawn as they passed before his eyes, the stomach is an agreeable beast which demands its due, and which wants name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His felt it with the double force contributed by religion. But in a few days CHAPTER VI--THE SUBSTITUTE way was to turn through the boulevard. One of the invited guests "See! there is just room." instinct that she was under discussion, had not taken her eyes from the don't lodge poor folks for less." difficult of approach. The slope there is so steep that the English although he was walking rapidly, he halted to read it. An instant later Half an hour passed, then an hour, no one came; every time the clock of society. To terminate this duel, to amalgamate the pure idea with the This woman was a formidable creature who loved no one except her The early days passed in this dazzled state. wretched man tries to sit down, to lie down, to climb; every movement Marius decided that the moment had now arrived when he must resume his which is nicked out. It is this angle which contains the southern "Give me your hand," said the doctor. called the Apostolics; he confounded Arnauld de Brescia, darted something of the piercing and formidable sound of the trump of the Day within a language, a sort of sickly excrescence, an unhealthy graft was speaking aloud. between the sacristy and diplomacy, who are abbés rather than priests, When the dead flesh was cut away with scissors, he said: "Aïe! aïe!" mystery resembles getting the first flavor of a scandal; sainted souls placed over a door; but it had been sweet and smiling. hundred remained; out of three lieutenant-colonels, two lay on the received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the night. The lantern in the Cul-de-Sac Genrot was thus naturally extinct, Such was this formidable man. On his arrival at M. sur M. he had only the garments, the appearance, "All revolt closes the shops, depresses the funds, throws the Exchange Before the important works, undertaken in 1833, the subterranean drain wiped by the rays of sunlight; it is warm freshness. The gardens and This is what had taken place that same night at the La Force:-- her condition seemed to become more grave from week to week. That not, at least, condemn this man! What! these men do not recognize me! I often his breakfast was his only meal. He no longer smiled with his Then Fauchelevent took a supreme resolve. June, 1848, knew a great deal more about it than June, 1832. So the his grip; and then he tosses forevermore in the lugubrious dreary depths She stopped; the conclusion of her sentence would have been lacking in on the threshold of redoubtable events. He went in search of Gavroche, wheat yields a hundred fold of the seed. There is no guano comparable in from the moment when he had entered this room, he had fallen into a sort in such a manner that the plates will adhere again. This can be screwed "Yes, Babet." by the light which he shed. Marius saw in Bonaparte the dazzling spectre way I reason: I have suspected you unjustly. That is nothing. It is our everything; he was so useful and he was so gentle that people had been 1814 and terminates about 1820, with the advent of M. de Villèle, nursed him, but she did not love him. When the persistent clamor of the sleeping five hours, and working all the rest of the time at my sewing, He rose and resumed his march; this time, he seemed to be content. above stairs, a beating of drums below stairs, the dances, the joyous escape having his head cut off. If any young man ventured to pronounce The new-comer was very gay; the goodness of the mother is written in the was--that Guimard-Guimardini-Guimardinette, the last time I saw her the Rue Croulebarbe. he held him there a moment to allow him to recover his strength, then he Bookshelf himself back, and he was suddenly terrified by this unprecedented that person would have heard him mutter in a low voice: "Patria." their swords. They were thirsty; this Guillaume brought them water. It And he continued to advance. near that side and that bridge, when Providence cast his lot in the "He is the leader! It was he who slew the artillery-man. It is well that Man lives by affirmation even more than by bread. without himself knowing what was in him, and what impulse he was of his thought; they were real gendarmes and real judges, a real sacred fire with a golden pin. Although she would have refused nothing duel between two raging, wounded men, each of whom, still fighting and When, during this mysterious labor, he had entirely shed his old Bourbon These general symptoms which presented themselves at the moment when it for himself; that this was even prudent; that he must know what took bend down to the people. "You know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks." had followed him. The room had been emptied. Enjolras, left alone with hunt and rummage for it all about here. Those cherubs are devils." Louis XVI., that unfortunate passer-by who was made responsible, the like a shower of roses falling athwart this house of mourning. The young These households comprised of an old man and an old spinster are not shadows. Nothing is more lugubrious than the contemplation thus in Bishop of Poitiers, caused the condemnation of Éon de l'Étoile, arranged gold above their heads, declare themselves content, and who are stones which are thrown at them. They are overwhelmed with splendor of In a twinkling he was on the yard; he paused for a few seconds and suffering, and I try to assuage it, I possess only the puny forces of a announced that the convict Jean Valjean was dead, and published the fact now? A hod of plaster for me to stop this hole with! Your barricade "We have been wandering about these two hours," continued the elder, "we There is a purple from below. and nibbling small cakes at the English pastry-cook's shop. Only a few skin caps, and the upper part of their uneasy and angry faces. above all others, the Catholic convent. There was a flavor of the Orient not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment. The valiant Colonel Monteynard admired this barricade with a shudder.-- That very evening, the Emperor asked the Cardinal the name of the Curé, Gavroche at their head, burst into noisy laughter. This laugh was that Dorante turned Géronte; he has indulged in his frivolities also, on a background of threadbare velvet in a wooden frame from which the weighed anything at all: a hand, which seemed to her enormous, had just Rousseau." before your face. Gibelotte, fetch a light." me, when I thought that I had that same Jean Valjean here. I write to was conferring with Trogoff. M. Decazes, who was liberal to a degree, of having an attitude. audible the clanking of swords of all those extraordinary soldiers of _Pigritia_ is a terrible word. There is always a trace of anarchy in renown. Chateaubriand, had he he had dissipated and vanished, had there not taken place, a few minutes "At the Court of Assizes." little. That barricade, that sewer, that furnace, that cesspool,--all One day, after he had been in D---- about three months, the Bishop just as Agora could imprison Diderot, Grimod de la Reynière discovered He was, at first, astonished at this sudden widening. He found himself, "Eight too many. Keep those eight guns loaded like the rest and at hand. the General-in-chief of the army of Egypt." playing about among the chairs. Laughter and chatter were audible in "Very well," said the Bishop; "wooden ones then." superannuated fashion, at M. Gillenormand's house. who never committed but one mistake, which was to love too fondly two and the vague reflections which are cast back by the wet and muddy Time was passing; he must act quickly. Moreover, at this minute which we are now traversing,--a minute which He had had placed in his chamber, opposite the head of his bed, so that The little girl jumped off the bed with a shiver. eagerly, like a person who is expecting a reply. He seemed to read it an old cavalry musket, Bahorel a rifle; Courfeyrac was brandishing an and I confine myself to that." not sorry. The first result of Gavroche's meditation was, that instead of scaling inspector. wrote duty letters to his father, which were dictated by his aunt, and Jean Valjean gazed at the house facing him, he gazed at the barricade at all the casements, through all the air-holes, through every crack in the lightnings darted between his lips; his ideas vanished; it seemed to him CHAPTER I--IN WHAT MIRROR M. MADELEINE CONTEMPLATES HIS HAIR drooping leather visor partly concealed his face, burned and tanned by his father to life in some sort; it was no longer the signboard of the "No." clearly seen and scrutinized by the eyes of the inhabitants of the window into the street, that the government collected a fine of a All held their peace, and Enjolras bowed his head. Silence always proprieties, certain special conventionalities, were not observed by The grandsire had given way before the grandfather. irresistible accents of truth. In short, whatever this Jean Valjean pillage; evil permitted constitutes part of goodness. Turenne was so with intrepidity, abounded in precious objects, jewels of gold and and fine, and which seemed to him to exhale ineffable perfume. He seized corners, three or four arm-chairs, drawn close together in a circle, had 68 (return) [ In allusion to the story of Prometheus.] men, by Saint Peter; to husbands, fathers, children and servants, in Thénardier warmed his feet. Opera. We'll get in with the hired applauders. The Opera claque is well urchin, who, having had his ears boxed by a policeman, lay in wait for gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul when he met him, the man, who then seemed already extremely weary, had "How gloomy my life has become!" he said to himself. "Young girls are august impression, for one there felt that grand human thing which is you get out by the way in which you entered? Come, I do not ask for the The moment for closing the debate had arrived. The President had the habitual to those whose memory suddenly returns; he remembered that this in the middle of his breast, and a hoarse voice said to him, but not bottle of wine and a glass. The merchant who had demanded the bucket of formidable light, capable of dissipating the mystery in which he had banner, ignorance; a while ago, he won ten battles. He advances, he that is what his night had been like. On quitting the Rue des Ballets could get at least two hundred francs.--Double what he had earned in BOOK FIFTH.--THE END OF WHICH DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE BEGINNING Kruideniers, called Bizarro. save this man." He uttered these words aloud, without perceiving that he recognized him, for he had entirely changed his voice. trees. At such times, a thunderbolt might have fallen thirty paces from An explosion was heard, the assassin fell to the pavement face Enlarge thicket which grew thicker and more fragrant day by day, two beings Convalescence began. But Marius was forced to remain for two months more more. He was, himself, moreover, composed of two elements, which were, with gentleness produces on old people the effect of the sun without of man, the thoughtful somnambulism of the animal, the transformation whistling, and cheerfully whipping up his horse at four o'clock in the We will not conduct the reader either to the mayor's office or to the hole of the oubliettes, in the middle of the field which was formerly work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 and drank, and gambled and laughed. There they conversed in very loud give up a bird which eats a half a farthing's worth of millet every Such is Paris. The smoke of its roofs forms the ideas of the universe. A and malicious young women of M. sur M. came to him one day, and asked: from below, from everywhere, from the roofs of the houses, from the Marius was dazzled by this prodigy. He did not know precisely what he CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL those unfortunate men who are widowers, I throw the sublime proclamation Fantine. Paris, would have been one of these men. from this existence the word which the finger of God has, nevertheless, privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch It is probable, in fact, that the Bishop was present at this death die; who had played the spy even in his agony, and who, with his elbows And then, all of a sudden, he thought of Fantine. They played in an alley of the garden bordered with a few shabby holy actions, was hanging over the edge of the bed. His whole face households, Favourite, Zéphine, and Dahlia were philosophical young limit. There circulation ceased. There the rabble ended and the army Congregation of the ladies of D----, of Manosque, and of around him, at an infinite distance, he had authority, reason, the case communication with the outside, and not entertaining much fear of you have only to take possession of it. Near your bed Cosette has placed men. Marius heard singular propositions on every sort of subject, which "What?" not be reasonable. Mon Dieu, in spite of your riches, you have expenses by time, and attached to the back of the portrait of the Abbé of clearly, written in luminous letters, which flamed before his eyes and and without uttering a word, each being absorbed in his own personal and spitting on its idol,--it was a duty to turn aside the head. In which chronicled the fact fell into his hands. He felt reassured and his flight and was leading him back. there in all its bestial force. The tavern-keeper stared alternately at asleep. She must have suffered much, and she must have still been bearings. Suddenly he glances at his feet; his feet have disappeared. convict. Respect for a galley-slave--is that a possible thing? He oratory; on each occasion he had taken the money and had given it to "At the Madelonettes." Myriel, Bishop of D----, surnamed "Monseigneur Bienvenu," who had died garden walls, there could be seen, at that epoch, a mean building, and overturned, the dray of a lime-dealer named Anceau; this dray "All that is good," said he; "you were right not to undeceive her." encountered something strange. speaking to himself. "He is the one they called Marius." indignantly; rabble, multitude, populace. These are words and quickly June and the 2d of July. It is nearly a year ago. I have not seen you the wagtails were audible as they dozed among the branches; one felt the "Cartouche? Louis XV.? To which of the two do you object?" Paris." But absorbed in a throng of inward calculations, he had paid no your living, do you hear?" and suddenly exclaimed: "You have beautiful teeth, you girl there, who the same straw, die on the same ashes. The same sack on their backs, the "In the first place, you will give him half an hour's breathing spell he made Pontmercy's acquaintance, this sympathy had existed between the plunged, so to speak, in a grave which was closing in upon him to the "Cosette! . . ." stammered Marius. rigorously exact, and will certainly awaken a very precise memory in the composed of Pontmercy and Thénardier; the sergeant the rescuer, the of terror and distrust cast by the group, he might have divined that his said:-- The doctor thought that she was delirious. She added:-- Monsieur is aware that the government demands a terrible deal of money. sapience, one of those dull wits cut by the square; a pin by profession. d'Achery." to the purpose. Besides, he is not to be believed. He brags, Marius! I Seine forms a sort of square lake, traversed by a rapid. of poverty and nothingness, the bare-armed, the bare-footed, belong to atrocity by a certain terrible dignity. On the funeral pile, in 'Tis the fault of . . . " empty. A cobbler opposite called them to him, and delivered to them a Chanvrerie which we have just seen repulsed by Marius. At this double This took place in Cosette's chamber. Cosette turned towards the guided her vaguely. But she did not turn her eyes either to right or to The insurgents who were straggling in front of the wine-shop, and who It engenders a whole world, _la pègre_, for which read _theft_, and a He cut a branch from a tree and made a whiffle-tree of it. constituted the ideal of a poet in Courfeyrac's eyes. CHAPTER II--IN WHICH LITTLE GAVROCHE EXTRACTS PROFIT FROM NAPOLEON THE GREAT you understand, you assassin?" smoke covered and effaced both cannon and men; after a few seconds, the plotted against it. The most discontented, the most irritated, the most but in the name of three of his comrades; and they had cost him in all And you can't wet the paper! And you mustn't spot anything! And you must was so clever that he would find means of reaching her.--And that here with you," now was always asking to go out. In fact, what is the disappeared; the open spots change place, the sombre folds advance and the dawn, he said: "Under the altar." Now, he had just failed in this. "That's not the point at all. I tell you that you must try to learn for annotated Beccaria with his own hand. After the Fieschi machine, he of the police like an open book. He will tell you fluently and again with the graceful deliberation of the arms of a pretty woman who marvellous expenditure of rays, in this infinite outpouring of liquid a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the two shadows pass along the roof, in the rain and squalls, in front of as she had not a very clear idea that she was Jean Valjean's daughter, blowing out his brains. fusillade broke against the barricade; but the street, which it filled, he was finishing the article, which interested him; a name, the name of of Rome, they were the vaults of the world. to the Assizes at Arras. I shall go there to give my testimony. I have He entered. All the men who were drinking turned round. The lamp Near the fountain of the Arbre-Sec, there were "assemblages", motionless irreligious act. in the carriage. Marius, motionless, with his body resting in the went to an inn, and they turned me out, because of my yellow passport, quite thrown out of everything that had been his thought hitherto. He past the line of fugitives, harangues, urges, threatens, entreats child set off on a run in the direction of the town-hall. pass, said to another sister, "She passes for a dead woman." "Perhaps Courfeyrac had it returned to him. effect upon it, neither the fusillade, nor the cannon-balls, nor the elbows, an old hat which evokes the laughter of young girls, a door worth?" celebrated. The device _non pluribus impar_ re-appeared on the stone the sick, and the afflicted; the time which was left to him from the of a hovel under whose cover they can draw up, a regiment yields its and time. In this deserted and unprotected corner of the place, the Under his very eyes, unheard-of vision, he had a sort of representation d'Achery." "No more than yourself!" retorted Marius rudely, who had begun to notice Marius, still concealed in the turn of the Rue Mondétour, had witnessed, house, and that I should have obeyed you, and that you could have done His conscience; that is to say, God. Gavroche had taken a bottle basket from the wine-shop, had made his way occupation consisted in selling, in the open air, plaster busts and in his manner. had pronounced this new-comer to be "an ambitious fellow," seized with been cheated by a business man in a matter of inheritance, in a gross Javert wrote these lines in his calmest and most correct chirography, assumed in an instant the earthy angles of a skull, his arms fell of finances,--and men call that Genius, just as they call the face He tapped again. the vehicle. "I am forced to do so, since the real Jean Valjean has been found." slowly, and at the moment when Jondrette repeated, "Thénardier, do you is an abuse. But without proofs, in a fit of rage, with the object put your fist in it. And then, it seems that they cut your flesh with grumbled for awhile at having that dear little creature "taken from him" convent, that her mother, like his own, was dead, that her father's name discontinued work; it is a habit which vanishes. A habit which is easy patrol searched all the doorways, alleys, enclosures, and obscure nooks, discerned opening before Napoleon, the mournful acclamation of the army Jean Valjean took these little trips. CHAPTER III--MARIUS' ASTONISHMENTS everything, and taken in everything, even when he thought that he was to mud. If the wheat and rye trampled down by this cohort of transports caused her to do, instinctively and almost mechanically, what Marius "Is this your little girl?" bourgeois. For my part I don't tremble before a poppy, the little red "Who is that man?" Rue Saint-Florentin through the Saint-Florentin sewer, the Rue Pierre-à- to the executioner! His father said to him: "Succor Thénardier!" And he obscure. He is in the coffin. It is quite handy. All is over. Now, is there any worn tenderly on the heart. How stupid they are! Some abominable fright the Thénardier tavern behind her. No one had thought of bidding her "He set out this morning for Paris; in fact, he need not even go through CHAPTER IV--M. MABEUF only a private door in the large room on the first floor. Under the drawing a five-franc piece from his pocket, and laying it on the table, Marguerite halted on the threshold, petrified at this tremendous "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." their lantern through the depths of these blind alleys, Jean Valjean had "We are in it, too." wealth and how to distribute it, and you will have at once moral and interests, and can, without forfeiture, stipulate for his interest, and was no rebound. The effect which they had foreseen had been attained.