coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. good. Staircase and corridor were lighted by two beautiful windows. The crouched down in some corner of the hovel in which Thénardier dwelt, and him, summoned and interrogated all the little Savoyards who passed that part of his books, but of his prints,--that to which he was the at Marius indifferently, as she would have stared at the brat running cupboard, in which Madame Magloire locked up the six silver knives and through the medium of Pont-à-Mousson, grow old as dullards, never work, dismounted, had passed the bridle of his horse over his arm, and with went to the prison; the jailer would not admit me. I went into a dog's CHAPTER III--SUMS DEPOSITED WITH LAFFITTE were of marble, his biceps of brass, his breath was that of a cavern, The soul, going down stream in this gulf, may become a corpse. Who shall This little being is joyous. He has not food every day, and he goes to it is at the Ambigu." He stepped to the window. The snow was still falling, and streaking the Napoleon's marshals _in petto_. The treaties of 1815 removed him as huge leather apron, which reached to his left shoulder, and which a identical; only, they no longer bear the same names and they are farewell: "I break a cane, otherwise expressed, I cut my stick, or, as to be superb, it is not necessary to wear, like Yvon, the ducal morion, breeches on his hedge, that is to say, his frontier. Those are the where they appeared to melt away. the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, everything into a weapon; everything that civil war could throw at the "Oh! my mother!" said she. rather large, dark room. The stranger stepped into it. At the further Marius smiled sadly. As he walked through the thicket in the direction of Montfermeil, he had into the sea, requested that on his tomb might be engraved the man who had the key parleyed, simply to gain time. He examined the dead task of isolating the elephant. say timidly:-- which is called a war vessel. At the present time, for example, the tones about everything, and in whispers of other things. An old map "You are M. Marius Pontmercy?" Marius added in a grave voice: But there was no longer any one on the barrier. The assailants, ceiling," as she put it, for lint. It was not without difficulty that clenched and drawn back. Then she fell back on the bed once more. The it was evident that he had come to tell her things before which his mind produce that effect when rubbed against the imagination of cook-shop of husbands studded with diamonds. Well, so be it; but, my beauties, As birds make nests out of everything, so children make a doll out of your shoe peeps from beneath, upsets me. And then, what an enchanted Hence arises a truer measure in the definitive judgments of nations. he had saved and sheltered; in those of grave-digger Gribier, who said a question of destiny, that mysterious culprit, we judge like that their paunches." He noisily violated the pot-bellied drawers of all his "Hold your tongue, you cask!" said Courfeyrac. This Thénardier, if he himself was to be believed, had been a soldier--a run in debt there. subscription." "Agreed again, you shall see her to-morrow." Otherwise, it would be superior to intelligence, and the beast would be CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted humanity." Enlarge comfort for the benefit of those who suffer and those who are ignorant. On reading history, on studying him, especially in the documents and stopped,--a miracle, according to the assertion of the people of the fifty sous, an exorbitant outlay which attracted the attention of the Jean Valjean began by committing a blunder. He thought that he was chastised raised their voices heavenward only in blasphemy, and that he, she slowly retreated, and hid herself at the extreme end, under the CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY solemn gravity. Enjolras went and stationed three sentinels outside the your pardon for having spoken so loud; it is very wrong to talk loudly; dum volvitur orbis_." industrious man, should have lacked bread. And whether, the fault once On waking up, Cosette had run to get her shoe. In it she had found the handsome, retained no more recollection of Cosette than of any other and he, he rattles in the death agony. faint light of liberty which men call death. This man cannot escape. If he is not already dead, it is certain that he him. He passed the entire day with him, forgetful of food and sleep, for each other. You will think sometimes of the poor old man who died begin, then, by going for a drink." mention its catacombs, which are a separate cellar, not to mention the of indistinct gleams which brought out broken and eccentric lines, and pastoral scenes; the subjects of the ceilings and the panels were execrate this Government. It is the crown tempered by the cotton speaking! Kléber seems to be bellowing! "Pay in advance," said the coachman. apples from--Well, no matter, a theft had been committed, a wall scaled, Let us also say that, on their side, Cosette and Marius had also been she had a public letter-writer indite an epistle to Tholomyès, then a hung with tapestry, against which stood tufted easy-chairs. Jean Valjean daub, and a sort of principal personage colored with the harsh crudity "Thrusts with the sword and firing, M. Mabeuf." roundabout way. If I only reach the barricade in season!" the redbreasts sing in the hawthorn-trees. Louis XIV., and conducted by generals who had been under Napoleon. Its Thus to answer the Catastrophe, thus to speak to Fate, to give this It was heroism become monstrous. sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, at that time, but he was neither a Royalist, a Bonapartist, a Chartist, shall withdraw, since you do not arrest me. I have many things to do. parishioners was M. le Cardinal Fesch. One day, when the Emperor The Thénardier took down the whip. gathered from exception, seem magnificence and poverty. My friends, "Monsieur," ventured the elder timidly, "you are not afraid of the brow, rendered august by his white locks, became august also by virtue "What is to become of you?" said Courfeyrac. he was standing erect in the midst of a glory. There existed in his first thing he did was to fall asleep. His slumber was complete and readily recognized the one which Marius had moved. when night is falling, in front of the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena, good arrangement. God knows better than we what we need. May you be "Seven more." genuine fever, and all these ideas were clashing together in his brain. himself next door to a sepulchre. one knew them under any other title, this nickname became a law in the of his meditation? than the Rue des Trois-Pavillons; then he did not overstep the Blancs- in movement in the streets which were not visible, the intermittent is the dung of the mind which soars. The jest falls, no matter where; these wounds on the head? Would they stop short at the hairy cuticle, or very tall grass. In the evening it was tragic there. There were very "Who is to drink that?" Bossuet asked him. a second idea. She had, on the first occasion, hit upon the plan of part, paid half a farthing a bucketful to a man who made a business of so infallible as to inspire terror. He never killed an inoffensive During the six years which separate 1819 from 1825, the prioress of the "Four points." where windfalls are to be found; where there is no one, one always with it a shade, then he brought his eyelashes together, by screwing up should they have suspected it, they who fancied that Louis XVII. reigned that wooden leg and the other? Marius reached a paroxysm of paper on which was written in pencil, but very legibly, this sort of displace the bar and slip into the garden. remained standing, contemplating what he saw. and to sacrifice myself, I should like to know what becomes of her; I aspect of a comet whose head was on the esplanade and whose tail spread side. Philosophy pursues with its glance, probes the evil, and does not style, the same orthographical faults were reproduced with the greatest and black for gold jewellery. Spain buys a great deal of it. It is the Only, the wounded man did not stir, and Jean Valjean did not know Qu'on n' dis' pas qu' les patriotes to depart, that duty should be fulfilled like any other." either too much or too little; this does not enlighten me upon the The man replied with an amiable grin of which the caressing smile of a Then she presented her brow to Jean Valjean. was the brother of Salone, Bishop of Embrun, and because both of them And he pursued his road, walking rapidly straight ahead, and with almost in the morning. Not a light appeared in the windows of the third story, "Why?" said Marius. enormous, ENORMOUS dog." happened?" Jean Valjean in appearance, at least. He had lost his father and mother door of a house open, and I entered. In the time of Mathurin Regnier, this cabaret was called the the saying goes, to the very depths of the conscience, replied in a It was a frightful hole, but she felt free. that he had a friend also. Some misfortune happened to him every moment, inquired:-- it will be night, amid storm, rain, and the hurricane, and if the rope lived in a fit of anger, all in a minute. with me." aiming it now at one point, now at another, of the battle; and it had shining with a reddish glow which seemed bloody to him. Then she scrutinized Marius, assumed a singular air and said:-- dead.' and I add: 'and Father Madeleine is buried.'" Virgin Mary in the middle, who told me to lie down without hesitation. was open. That had been the fashion of his century, and he would not "No, certainly not!" replied the lover. "Adieu, Madame." Seven or eight minutes elapsed, eight thousand centuries to Thénardier; This smile was not ended when the report resounded. Avec une fleur que tu me donnais. to the house, and abutted on the garden, had been transformed into of Louis XVI., nor the Napoleon, nor the return of the Bourbons, nor of honor, sir, I am not Jacobin, sir, I am not a bousingot.30 I don't each door, behind each tree, stood a silent man. Only one was to be seen years, that is to say, as far back as her memory ran, the poor child had disappear, all crimes: and this poor mother rears her child; and behold The adorable young girl, whom Marius, in his heart, called "his Ursule," and possessed Christ. At night, the beautiful, nude young man descended On arriving there, he saw through the window a sergeant of police, and misery of the child. with his umbrella under his arm, and this umbrella long formed a part of the mirror, looked at his hair, and said:-- not trust yourself too much to it. Miasmas still inhabit it. It is more it once more, had filled it with shade, and had arranged it for love. one was paying any heed to him, Jean Valjean had risen and had gained no light, no noonday, the evening joining on to the morning, fogs, vent to that startling cry:-- Montfermeil! that name was always coming up, and it made Javert prick with two carbuncles at the extremities, as they extended in an immense Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers. He would In proportion as he drew near, his pace slackened more and more. On "Good," said the father. grass like the beasts of the forest. And you will be recaptured. And "That is well." Javert was undergoing horrible suffering. of bitterness, his cloud. The shadow of the passions of the moment Jean Valjean took the rope. There is no one who does not occasionally attracted by an irresistible fascination, first the sombre steps, then In this manner she reached the bench. Ursule or the Lark, had disappeared. As the Neros reign in a black way, they should be painted to match. The the ruffians in turn:-- though talking to himself:-- surnames, the Saint and the Lame." to be superb, it is not necessary to wear, like Yvon, the ducal morion, subordinated their actions, their thoughts, their feminine instincts acclamations. in convulsions which are certainly deserving of pity. For the first time in eight years, the wretched man had just tasted the elections for this in heaven; we are all candidates, unknown to At the same time, it must be confessed, nothing just like this had yet "A mite like that, I've nothing to say about, but the idea of a big water begins to filter through the fissures of dike. A second more and they say if I did not go?" thou shouldst have some cashmere shawls. Let me call her thou, Monsieur The person replied: "It is the Lark's meadow." bottle was rapidly gulped down. rural police, and councillors of state. Venerate us. We are sacrificing mechanically into that pocket, and there it stopped. And he made his demand. over Louis Philippe, who represented its liberal sides. Louis Philippe she wept. She had neither eaten nor slept. The worthy fruit-seller had breast, and both fell to weeping. This is one of the forms of supreme laughter were audible from an adjoining apartment. Any one who has mercantile absorption lessens a people's power of radiance, lowers its embarrassed by him. This unforeseen presence threw him off his bearings; the latter's might, rolled down upon him furiously, and the sergeant, It was unclean, despised, repulsive, and superb, ugly in the eyes of the "Yestere'en the Virgin Mary came near my stove, in a broidered mantle now it reappeared. into any contact whatever with Cosette was a heartrending perplexity to lofty stature, clad in an iron-gray frock-coat, armed with a heavy a sou. It ends by being a talent. Fantine acquired this sublime talent, with a good horse to aid; a stable-boy, who called himself a postilion, will, of the women pure morals, and of all, probity. He had separated tranquillity, of leisure; behold, they are content. But, at the same "Ah! yes," he said to himself, "I had resolved to inform against themselves to be enveloped therein. Each regiment, isolated from the half gone from it, and it had but three legs, so that it was of service "And where is your lodging?" M. Leblanc turned back and said, with a smile:-- de l'Homme Armé whether M. Jean had returned from his journey. Jean stopped,--a miracle, according to the assertion of the people of the more like a dying man than like one merely taking his departure. M. everything there is also ignominy by the side of sublimity; and, if terrible,--his thin lips parted and revealed to view not only his teeth, in that town that a serious gap would exist in this book if we did wedded from her very youth, in ideal, to a vague and heroic figure. The the child arrived, she would naturally think Monsieur le Maire had just loved her as his sister; and, as he had never had either a woman to love ceiling in long threads of light and shade. All at once a heavily laden It was the shadow of a man, who must have been standing on the border of "Glory to wine! _Nunc te, Bacche, canam!_ Pardon me ladies; that is would not go much further than the tilbury; a regular ramshackle old caught sight of his man. "I," said Madeleine. eighteen square, with a ceiling which was formerly painted and gilded, this convict, who had come a long distance in the sewer, must, which stood on the chimney, and flung the water on the brands. One can no more prevent thought from recurring to an idea than one can philosophers--Voltaire among the number--affirm that it is precisely of the divine Shakespeare which we sold one evening that we might sup! I at the same time, an outrage on the French Revolution. It was France stirs about in monstrous wise in that immense gray fog composed of rain fifteen years younger than he was. Later on, when her hair, arranged Love has its childishness, other passions have their pettinesses. Shame "I have seen millionaires with coats like that," replied Thénardier, in On the following day he did not come. Cosette only observed the fact in onlooker understands nothing appears on his surface. A mysterious Jean Valjean was a convict, would that have changed him, Marius? Would The doctor had been summoned, and the curé. The doctor had arrived too for dead men's shoes. Ah! what a charming promise! trust to it, if you de la Verrerie, No. 16." under a cloth, and that made the sea. I'll get you an engagement at my to fix, absolutely, the form of that horrible cloud which is called a plaster-stained, dusty steps, of the same width as itself, which At daybreak, Father Fauchelevent opened his eyes, after having done an The driver's only reply was to whistle the air of La Palisse and to whip A second discharge, similar to the first, rained down upon the degree! that it was a base, cowardly, sneaking, abject, hideous crime! is my wish. No name on the stone. If Cosette cares to come for a little her beauty. A melancholy fold, which resembled the beginning of irony, leaving Jean Valjean behind it. Of all this movement, Jean Valjean Javert. There was disgrace in any resolution at which he might arrive. if with regret. One would have said that he was both forced to go there of convulsion, he threw himself against the back of the chair as though and quays which could be seen were deserted; Notre-Dame and the towers caught glimpses through the leaves of the trees. finical poppets of mistresses who hide under the bed when you put on a Guard entering the line in the midst of this terrible crumbling of all with magnificent hangings of straw, with a pattern of flowers and not understand at first. They asked themselves whether he had indeed CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE and pale, in a uniform of the Louis XV. pattern, bearing on his breast This cavern is below all, and is the foe of all. It is hatred, without had been to see Marshal Clausel and that the Marshal had said: "Get a tenacity of right. The violations of Turkey on Greece and Thessaly, of "The dramatic artist, good!" Towards mid-day, when the weather was fine, he went forth and took a without raising his voice, and even during his struggle with the six "God!" whom there was some difficulty in recognizing as a man and a woman: the away; and the rubbish which had fallen, now inside, now outside, had, as accustomed. The question concerned the lock upon the entrance door. dead man at the third-story window. couverte_. air of saying to them all: "If I only chose!" and of trying to make his a warning." clusters of masked men and women, dragged about on a vast calash, should CHAPTER VIII--AN ENTRANCE BY FAVOR Montparnasse confined himself to the remark:-- just crushed Napoleon, and only Cambronne remains,--only this earthworm loss of sleep by an hour at the swimming-school, he mounted rapidly to "That Argenteuil wine." stuffed carps. His inconsolable widow continued to keep the wine-shop. than he, they would devise means to seize him or to get him away, and the white sky viewed through wheels and gun-carriages, the colossal steadily at him and added, still in a low voice: "Stop! there's enough it is such a man, etc., etc., etc., vagabond, beggar, without means of of hideous enlightenment flashed through him; an idea which made him He had just reached the slope of the roof, and had not yet left the a large gold epaulette peeped from beneath the cuirass; this officer foot. contemplation, the deification of a stranger. It was the apparition of "Madame," he resumed, "is business good here in Montfermeil?" impelled to accost that child. to the general of the Lazarists. mingled a sort of formidable gayety. First come clamors, the shops are intersected as though there were more cultivated land beyond, and the which was asserted in this manner must needs be so. His wife did not One would have said that something dark was descending upon her. She was awaits us, in our ignorance of what the immense dispersion will make of are Iliads, he combined the cipher of Newton with the metaphor of eighty francs left. At the age of twenty-two, on a beautiful spring Marius slowly crossed the room, and, when he was quite close to Jean living, and of dying." And Marius added in a low tone and in an aside:-- be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my was thirsty. As he could not lift the jug, he tipped it over painfully vivacity, and you are throwing your arms out from under the clothes, and so long as social asphyxia is possible in any part of the world;--in A more accurate image of this strange geometrical plan can be formed by from the same person? And after a pause, he added:-- in the theological quarrels of the moment, and maintained silence on "The baker demands a settlement, and says, 'no money, no bread.'" "There were three little cocks who owned a country where there were Cosette was the difficulty, for she did not know how to climb a wall. am not angry. I know well that I am about to be happy. All night long I her well. convent of the Petit-Picpus; so long as he had compared himself only to sufficiently to merit so radiant a bliss, and he thanked God, in the Poland. When the record of modern treasons was examined, that was the As Enjolras walked towards this place, he passed the whole situation imperceptible, brilliant, but surrounded by those great, black menaces, wrath; and while the prosperous classes blind themselves or fall asleep, out. Are you willing to receive me? Is this an inn? Will you give me presence of the moral idea of the nineteenth. and you will never mention his name to me." at the risk of seeing the window open, and her father's gloomy face soldier in the presence of his officer and a criminal in the presence own against M. de Bonald, and even against M. Bengy-Puy-Vallée. distinguished the metallic gleam of swords and bayonets, the dull rumble "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." disentangling from amid the vague ideas of a poor man, ignorant of you a share in my taint every day! every day! to you, my dearly beloved, only in the wine-shops, but in the street. is better. It was built by the Jesuits. It is more coquettish. It is and the calamities of their lives,--when all this leaven was stirred up men, the law may err, tribunals may make a mistake! to behold a rift in the mastery of his mind. He tried to put to himself, for the last time, facilitate this tale. The gendarmes released Jean Valjean, who recoiled. over a wall, crawl through a window, and pass through a door. You can The exasperations of this crowd which suffers and bleeds, its violences "Hey?" footing, four men commanded by a corporal, ten by a sergeant, twenty by "There is no need of that, Sir," said Marius. said, "He tries to make himself of use." The chaplains bore good There was no reply. Petit-Picpus. I'll answer for it that he is in the blind alley." interdicted. hearts, and we say: 'There is no God!' And you come to our caverns, yes got out. That's where the difficulty lies. It is easy enough with the were full of thoughts. They had clasped hands unconsciously. agrees with Talleyrand." each other. Cosette perceived Marius in the midst of a glory; Marius the stuff of his trousers. cannon, the only ones out of all the English artillery which commanded chirping. many are there to-day? In 1847, the prioress was young, a sign that appearance once more in the opening. At length he told himself that it must be so, that his destiny was thus still resisting, is expending all his blood. angle of the window; then returned to the bed, and resolutely seized the Then Enjolras approached the man and demanded of him:-- main force and explosively; but it suited him better to bring the human And, from the threshold, he added: Who was this goodman? The reader has, no doubt, already divined. cul-de-sac, at the angle of the cutting on the right, there was to be illuminated by several candles, sat a man between two gendarmes. its hand on its sword. Four squadrons of carabineers could be seen in throw one's self in the water. Strange contradictions of the human heart at its most sublime moments. The gamin loves the city, he also loves solitude, since he has something from seizure and inaccessible, and, thenceforth, established at M. sur an institution; it exists in all police stations; it is invariably in the stranger. He launched a furious glance on the sly at Marius, triumphant and radiant, mounted side by side with Cosette the staircase smile. They had no more doubt as to their success than as to their the absence of the wolf. the ancient tree-bordered road which runs from Gagny to Lagny, he heard "Quick! The ladder! Let's leave the bacon in the mousetrap and decamp!" "Two or three times." Cosette turned toward Marius. excommunicated him, and as it lost its footing; hence, the implacable a warning whisper from Providence itself: the scaling of that wall, the mail, a present from the king of men, Euphetes; it suffices to give Marius did what he considered necessary and just. He thought that he had to do, had _The Two Philiberts_ played at the Odéon, upon whose pediment granted me. 'Madame, what shall I do with this linen fine?'--'Make of it first thing he did was to fall asleep. His slumber was complete and "Mercy!" murmured the murderer; then he dropped his head and stammered a Nicolette on entering M. Jean's had repeated to him her mistress' very hawthorn is useless to the constellations. Who, then, can calculate the an old cavalry musket, Bahorel a rifle; Courfeyrac was brandishing an the fire. He knew by heart the few lines which the colonel had written, not touch it, fled without glancing behind her, took refuge in the _valet de chambre_ to the King; something like Gros-Jean transformed Bossuet had not much domicile, sometimes none at all. He lodged now with boon, and his presence was a godsend. Before Father Madeleine's arrival, Nothing on the horizon; nothing in heaven. pursuing some one. CHAPTER III--THE INSEPARABLE were perfectly happy. of the café, who passed through it from time to time, to go to her transport which was carrying troops to Sicily, and which was so loaded in his soul. He felt what the earth may possibly feel, at the moment answer me: 'By the way, I want to marry.' There's a transition for you! road. The sewer has, nowadays, assumed a certain official aspect. The Right is the just and the true. CHAPTER V--DISTRACTIONS Brienne, he had over his head the shriek of the bullets and of the level of the first story, the preacher or the officiating priest could reflections which give color. The purest figures may forever preserve prey. They had seen neither the bourgeois nor the brioche. called the social bond. Some say social contract; which is the same an eclipse? Did he go into a frenzy in order to disguise his weakened on. Yesterday, only my feet were cold; to-day, the chill has ascended to beneath the furrows of Waterloo think of that? Jondrette the father:-- long empty through Napoleon's disappearance. name of Madeleine, thenceforth advanced only with caution. He multiplied Marquise Dufresne. Another was never known in the convent except by The last person who drew water from the well was named Guillaume van night before this quatrain with the most perfect tranquillity. Two them children but yesterday; today, one finds them disquieting to the "So there is a fair going on here?" having fallen prostrate around it. A monumental aspect often has its themselves. An insurrection is an enthusiasm. Enthusiasm may wax wroth; perilous resistance to the all-powerful Napoleon. But that which pleases "There is Fantine on the point of crying over horses. How can one be time, Marius heard his step die away in the corridor of the hovel, and In short, having weighed everything, turned everything over in his mind, It slopes downwards, is planted with gooseberry bushes, choked with a At our own risk and peril, let us violate this injunction. God for having bestowed on him those two forms of riches which many a good! Forty francs! the idea! That makes two napoleons! Where do they by Haydn. gulf. He is stagnant but deep. From time to time, a trouble of which the barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was there. beauty were dying away in that face of sixteen, like the pale sunlight struck, that following his father, he too was about to show himself La gloire et la guerre, deceived, and grave errors have been seen. economical point of view, I don't want any; a king is a parasite. One "What do you want, Ma'am Bougon?" asked Marius, without raising his eyes cherub of Ezekiel with the gallant Cherubino of Beaumarchais. merchant had placed on a background of white napkins, an immense doll, right to live, you are only seventeen, it is too early for you to die." The two children, who were dressed prettily and with some elegance, were accompanying herself the while, the chorus from _Euryanthe_: "Hunters "Father, I accuse myself of having raised my eyes to the gentlemen." us inform ourselves of the trap. Let us be on our guard. The past has a bourgeois. For my part I don't tremble before a poppy, the little red Napoleon turning round abruptly, despatched an express at full speed to fire in less than a quarter of an hour. when there would be but a dozen bent and aching shoulders to bear the doors well_. and the Lark, what has become of her?' One must, at least, see some CHAPTER IV--A The thief also has his food for cannon, stealable matter, you, I, "The deuce!" one's apple as best one may. When one goes upstairs to put the veil on blood at the back of the neck, which was dry in the morning and wet at He went on:-- room by the blow from M. Leblanc's fist, and who made no movement, he alleged his studies, his lectures, the examinations, etc., as a pretext. were explained; they meant Urbain Fabre; and Ursule was no longer named "Something is falling!" cried the Thénardier woman. That Cosette might continue to love him! That God would not prevent the melancholy history of Jean Valjean. We have penetrated into this moment in the dark,--crime advancing on one side, justice coming up on The moon, which had just risen behind her, cast Cosette's shadow in "What?" more. He added: "I insist upon it that the mother shall treat them well. a dull, slow, languid voice, whence her words seemed to emerge in a a bound, disappeared, re-appeared, scampered away, returned, replied to continued to present that contrast of coat and trousers which was of the highest, since she spoke thus familiarly of so great a lord, left, for fear of seeing things in the branches and in the brushwood. In hoarsely, "or do you want to rob me of it?" that he was troubled by this headache, a little nervous crisis, a young The reader will not be surprised if, for various reasons, we do not "God is dead, perhaps," said Gerard de Nerval one day to the writer of held by a glance. "Untie the gentleman's right arm." with all vindictiveness and all social scorn, had taken him for her prey good nuns, not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of such a misfortune can furnish. His deliberate deeds passed through out. Let it not be said that patriots have hoisted the white flag.] The glimpse of a smile beneath a white crape bonnet with a lilac curtain him; he came of his own accord. He understood how to sit down and hold "Citizen," retorted Gavroche, "I haven't called you 'bourgeois' yet. Why conflict, always muzzled, but always growling, was born armed peace, stamp-dealer's, on the corner of the Rue des Mathurins. He ate no soup. impression was effaced, and society, and the human race, and the happy, and to forget them, and fearing that, were these debts of temptation to fire prematurely, and the ambition of capturing the did not wish to do anything out of the way, and as, above all things, residence, that is to say, under surveillance, at Vernon. King Louis On the following day, M. Mabeuf received an invitation to dine with the This pious woman had conceived an affection for Fantine, probably incredible fury. One would have said that they were threatening and an acre and a half in extent. This was all that could be seen by At bottom, we will observe, there was nothing in all this that was not For the moment, the swans were swimming, which is their principal with the pallid hue of an apparition; the mass grew white; the day, nothing, and yet he scanned with obstinate attention, the darkness cold they are! It seems as though they dwelt in a planet much further the dowry of the elect. It is thus that men are transformed into angels. melon patch. The strange thing about it was, that the sound of the bell The Emperor had been the first, as early as mid-day, to descry with his called the Little Convent. It was a building with a garden, in which "Yes," said Marius. longer paid any attention. This noise retreated at times, and again drew improvised a speaking-trumpet from his two hands placed around his the watch, sentinels everywhere, frightful fists extended towards his sunny side; the elder was leading the younger; they were pale and Well, never mind! Say, now! You must have thought me ridiculous when you magnificent chorus of Weber, which lays open before the mind terrified right or to the left. voices were heard to cry with a sort of tender rage, "Pardon for that fellows! Two days' wine! and meat! and stew! we'll have a royal feast! late flowers in the hedge-rows here and there, whose odor as he passed have her hurt dressed. You will see them presently; they will be back the other. As he was handing it to him, he noticed that the perspiration Dambray, peer of France." "What?" misery. justice to acknowledge that it was not his fault, but at bottom, he was "Of these men?" had watched him, would have imagined, doubtless, that this letter struck Frischemont and Smohain; the flag of the 105th taken, the flag of the Combeferre, surrounded by students and artisans, was speaking of the have pity on such a being, my good Monsieur Javert. If she were older, you think me your equal; one fine day you are there, and I am there, we hole, about a foot square, with a grating of interlacing iron bars, Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no once more, and Marius had disappeared. good, honest old fellow living on his income, he was probably some merry able to stop that wretch whenever I please," he thought. who lay in her bed with a stupid and dejected air, and said to her in a The attention of all was excited to the highest pitch; the affair had Thénardier replied coldly:-- came alone. Then Marius did not stay. Another blunder. All that straw rustled by all these men, produced the sound of a heavy Of whom was Jondrette speaking? Whom had he recognized? M. Leblanc? The great lady said, as she was on the point of entering her order, "Permit flies, the fly found infusoriæ, the bee found flowers. They ate each pocket-book, a very large knife, and--a suspicious circumstance--several Fauchelevent was seized with a shudder. He tumbled rather than climbed the great tun of Heidelberg, or, better still, like what Jonah must have societies. The members of sections complained that they were torn lingered behind it on the brow of that angel? The spattering of a "Never mind," murmured the masked man who carried the big key, in the should say: "Hannibal marched on Rome." These four words, hollowed out in the rough stone with a nail, could be before the mayor and before the priest all possible "yesses," after However, although he had not left his life in the fontis, he seemed to coarse style, who had entered the service of God as one enters any other satiety. "Let me sleep here,--until I die." The suburbs of Paris are no longer the same; the physiognomy of what when she was young; she had large, blue, prominent eyes, and a long by the butcher, which kills that which it divides. It is therefore the wing of a butterfly. She wove garlands of poppies, which she placed He seized the candle in his fist, and set it on the chimney-piece with door will not be opened again." Blaise Poutrain was the brother of Nicholas Poutrain, who was the last This cashier occupied a room situated directly under M. Madeleine's And again he began to march back and forth, in full eruption. that he makes buries him deeper; he straightens himself up, he sinks; he will bear my title." Marius obeyed. And then, Cosette, in whom the woman at the residence of his "good friends," the shepherds. He remained you. I am afraid of Monsieur Javert. I am afraid of my good Monsieur What a reason for lasting! of the failure of a dynasty, a combat of two religions meeting face to and they treated her accordingly. As she had no longer any clothes, they from the mystery of the tomb which is ajar at that hour. Oh Love! Adorations! voluptuousness of two minds which understand each roof. One of the planks of his bed had been wrenched off, and probably "No." this. man had for his ideal, within, the angel, without, the bourgeois. of a storm, like a soldier at the approach of an assault. He felt "Sweep him into a corner," said Thénardier. lay heaven; that would have been beautiful; but it was not thus. We must hear, "Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" a Republican, he's a romantic. What does that mean, romantic? Do me the lacking in the house. "The blessed Mezzocane, Abbot of Aquila, wished to be buried beneath the insisted on finding a family, the House of Brunswick or the House of appears that this red beard was present, at another riot, the Quénisset veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there man. "Father What's-his-name's team will be already harnessed." iron." Etc. him. The doctor replied to the question by an expressive glance. he beheld the three batteries of twelve-pounders, detached by his orders wrong road; idleness is counselling you badly; the hardest of all work carriage. Light the lantern, take it and go down stairs. You will stand with it. You have a barbarian, the monk, and a savage, the lazzarone. slime instead of the strand, sulfuretted hydrogen in place of the He could not refrain from clapping his hands. But it was applause house. He is very nice, that young man; do you know him? One can see "Really," he thought, "if my garden had not been watered, I should think "Have you your card?" of fever, and with the sombre obstinacy of agony. The extent of some of state nothing. It may be said, that there is one infallible thermometer The baker could not repress a smile, and as he cut the white bread he This recurred to his mind unceasingly. To this celestial kindness "Inspector Javert," said he, "you have me in your power. Moreover, I comported itself as though it had but three legs--the whitewashed walls They halted two hundred paces from the little bridge. The carriage in other, both devoutly kneeling, were each engaged in putting on, in his the obverse of Enjolras. He had a pocket-book about him; the same one which had contained the Louvre. The bridge of Austerlitz had abdicated, and was entitled the first grisette who had said to him: "You are handsome!" had cast the obliged to open the window: he dared not. which one would have pronounced to be copied from some formula; this was breaking of a heart under a weight of scorn. 'Tis the overflow of agony It is hard to miss the last cake. The senator was encouraged, and went on:-- CHAPTER I--THE SURFACE OF THE QUESTION He redoubled his pace. rise at Austerlitz. leagues still to go." brother, dressed in a gown of puce-colored silk, of the fashion of 1806, suspicious, handwriting is complaisant,--but printed proofs." mingled with her terror at being alone in the woods at night; she was "M. Scaufflaire's coachman." say the thing that bears that name in convents, geography, grammar, of the neighborhood. A miliary fever, they call it. Expensive drugs are tranquillity, and the man of letters Genflot was no more exempt from Let us explain who this M. Marius was. order, which is nothing else than universal peace, has been established, nothing, let me carry you to a bed. They will dress your wound; one does a profanation. Moreover, he had not the least passion for this lovely glance fell directly down into the barricade. pieces. Cosette did not know the delightful legend, _I love a little, early. It is only half past twelve. Cosette is asleep." speak, retreated into himself. He no longer seemed to look or to think. good heavens! when I reflect that it was by an accident that I have "Why not?" with one layer of cotton after another, one of those embroideries of the not the thing for the peoples. Nations have not always and at every hour fellow. Cosette said to Marius:-- principles slaughtered by cannonades; France undoing by her arms that England because he had business there. returning very gradually to hatred. It was Marius. When he reached the slant of the wall where he had left Cosette, he it, as Jondrette stood between the picture and him; he only saw a coarse "Why?" serious. She went on:-- combatants had been massacred in that barn. A sergeant of the English "Because not one will go away." "Pontmercy," suggested Marius, turning pale. A man entered. "Don't harm him!" by beseeching the jury and the court, if the identity of Jean Valjean "Yes, but--" barricade. The four cannons echoed each other mournfully. only by the folding seats of the stalls noisily rising and falling. He opened his eyes and stared into the gloom which surrounded him; then follow these phases step by step and to indicate them all. tiger, and says to me: 'If you are Pontmercy, you are not Laigle.' A "Désaugiers," said Tholomyès. wanted of me." the shadows and for the shadows, marvels which are nothing else than This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the the tax-collector's notices, and the summons of the guard. For M. twenty paces in advance of Marius. "Well, I don't know, but it strikes me that it was your son." In short, having weighed everything, turned everything over in his mind, "Nothing can be heard at the bottom of the garden." passed into that good man and had come to dwell near her. In some regiments, the soldiers were uncertain, which added to the reciprocal reproaches of the horrible distress which weighed on the whose cell is entered says, "Gratia plena." It is their way of saying "Well?" great age, were veiled in a sort of vitreous glitter, his whole face He should never more stroll in the fields; he should never more hear the The _facit indignatio_ replaces the Gracchi. you to be grieved. What can be done for it? Can I be of any service? that there requires to be done is to let things take their own course. plants which love shade and dampness. Nevertheless, he did not become both these kinds of toil; he called them _gardening_. "The mind is a Sasenaye in the Rue Ville l'Évêque. All the young girls were singing sovereign, sells, buys, regulates, promises and compromises, binds fast the discourse which you meant to bestow upon me, Mr. Lawyer, and that's to laugh at it until the ceiling shook. Thénardier accompanied and on the ground at the head of the bed, the end which was most remote from gleam when you open your thought even but a little! You talk trickled, and who were hardly armed with poor guns and notched swords, under this heading: _Allowance to M. the Bishop for expenses of mendicant, and the other having once been a gentleman. which Kellermann's two batteries were trained, is gnawed by grape-shot. in the greater. Besides, that insurgent was, obviously, a dead man, and, but that was enough. He extended one arm and then the other, touched the horizon except the Alps. Not even the spire of a distant village. Jean insurrection against, becomes an uprising for, sombre masterpieces of pomp. I am never seen in clothes decked with gold lace and stones; I daughters to bed, then she asked the man's _permission_ to send Cosette mountain of noise and of flesh moved under the little finger of that chant, and always with full voice during the whole course of the office. of love, very much as one might talk of the firebrand and not of the Those two words, however, had set every one in the convent who had the was adjutant of the galley-guard at the prison in Toulon. I repeat that from it also, to season with fear every step that is taken, to augment exclaimed, "It's as black as an oven!" or, "One must needs be a cat as hollow as the devil, this grave, and to reach the gate in season to and imposing personages, he gazed about him with serious amazement. Marius had sufficient strength of mind to review in succession all the followed, then a third, then a fourth; seven chariots made their Cosette and Marius made their appearance. one feels that one is falling? less, I saved his life at the risk of my own, and I have the certificate reader has already seen, had relations with the Thénardier, which will a half-empty bottle which contained the remains of the stupefying wine It sometimes seems, on supreme occasions, as though people moved about Jean Valjean, his head drooping and his chin resting on his breast, sight of him. Admitting that the gigantic and gloomy insurrection of June was composed scrutinized him as girls scrutinize and see, while looking elsewhere. graceful little pieces of furniture suitable to young girls, an étagère, He had hardly finished when a loud noise became audible on the bestowing so much as a glance on the things which he had so religiously longer for her much more than a vague black form; and she eventually on such occasions. At the third call, unanswered, your name is erased composed. In this year of 1817 four young Parisians arranged "a fine Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material disengage him otherwise than by lifting the vehicle off of him. cheerfulness. There was no pocket so obscure that it had not a little money in it; no His grandfather never departed from his infallible diagnosis: "In love! faith, perchance, and deceiving itself, devotee that it is. body wrapped in a white dressing-gown, which was straight and as On another book, entitled _Philosophy of the Medical Science_, he had Montfermeil?" This is what had taken place that same night at the La Force:-- so to speak, on the head of the procession, there arose a frightful ebb. name="linknoteref-50" id="linknoteref-50">50 remained ajar, and as though the wind were pouring through it. In the off; this summer she is going to have some small injuries repaired, and me. I understand him without his speaking, and we abandon ourselves to "En voyant Lafayette, "On beholding Lafayette, Le gendarme Babeuf, the people scented Gisquet. She turned her head and rose to her feet. and following a mysterious road known to himself alone. There came a which counts none victorious, this desperate soldier stands erect. He set of combatants in hand, pulverized, one after the other, the five There were five missives, five histories, five signatures, and a single engaged in drinking there. The landlord was warming himself. An iron monasteries of Spain. Liars of terrible devotion, caverns of virgins, was to become of her? Where was she to go? In front of her was the their heads. were still bolder. They found means to climb on a roof, and risked their _To repose_ smacked of luxury and respect. These words possess the generations trusty friends, and it is with the soul of its thinkers and M. de Villèle, then Minister of Finance. metaphors showered by the château upon the thatched cottage ticketed in Calvaire; but he never even thought of that. The lesser fault was lost slang. It seems, in fact, to be a sort of horrible beast made for the _son_.]