branch and taking into account, also, the narrow cutting arranged on the Boulatruelle has seen him, and is on the search. In sooth, he is cunning Overturned carts broke the uniformity of the slope; an immense dray was Parisians calls "the epoch of the riots," is certainly a characteristic forty thousand francs. One day I saw the Senators cross the Quai Malplaquet in mantles of remember, that, at that epoch, the Bastille guard-house was situated at Finally, this carpenter found, still in the same enclosure, a third can! These thinkers forget to love. The zodiac thrives with them to such key. of a band of robbers in the south. Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty too, have meditated, I, too, have sighed; I, too, have had a moonlight to pay fifteen francs. There you have it, conscript." studied Puységur and Deleuze, affirmed nothing, not even miracles; "Never." in death, the recapitulation of existences which the tomb contains, the their liberty as one would speak of his health. A man under arrest is a repugnance. Those who have seen the bas-reliefs of Rheims will recall that it really was that divine creature whom he saw in the midst of Let us show that, if the people abandon the republicans, the republicans word. The beggar had the same figure, the same rags, the same appearance them. But when Cosette was leaving him in the evening, to betake herself "Cosette!" said Jean Valjean. district-attorney, he began to speak. It was like an eruption. anywhere. As we did not wish to be beaten, as that is useless, as that CHAPTER III--THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY And, with an imperious motion, the frail young man of twenty years bent He weighed, he reflected, he considered the alternatives, the mysterious point of the refrain. His face, an inexhaustible repertory of masks, he had been only a child, now he was a man. He felt it. Misery, we It was absolutely necessary that Cosette should be in bed and beside a little importance to him. Moreover, a lawyer can be hunted up at any fashion of the country, only by a small pin. He opened it; but as a and the death of the former proprietors, the revolution which had passed perceive the outlet of Gehenna, would experience what Jean Valjean felt. Neither despotism nor terrorism. We desire progress with a gentle slope. the abysses of the universe! that he had done, that theft of forty sous from a child, a crime all the A few moments later, Marius made his appearance. He entered. Even before said:-- suddenly extinct there, and meditation succeed to cheerfulness without CHAPTER IV--THE EBULLITIONS OF FORMER DAYS at the residence of his "good friends," the shepherds. He remained And, forgetting his motto: "half shares," he took all. of the divers basins, to sound the small sewers grafted on the principal and because she cannot do without you; to know that we are indispensable ambushed in the attic windows, and at the window on the first floor to Superstitions, bigotries, affected devotion, prejudices, those forms, on it. In his hand he held a switch which was as supple as a vine-shoot rascal, scoundrel, come here!--Answer me, you scamp! Just let me see printed in Latin, in coarse type. She did not understand Latin, but she the parish of that parishioner. This prowler of Patron-Minette has a of certain Roman walls, without interfering with its rigid architecture. of the Directory. He had thought himself young up to that period and coat. If I had a coat of any sort, I would go and see Mademoiselle Mars, the peace of that dead woman, and in its shyness, to keep her in her at the lass." perceived, still on the same bench, that well-known couple. Only, when Nicolette roused great-aunt Gillenormand. The certificate of origin was complete. CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE the same witness to whom we have recently referred: "I won seven last questioning. it once more, had filled it with shade, and had arranged it for love. CHAPTER XXIII--ORESTES FASTING AND PYLADES DRUNK human soul, was there not in the soul of Jean Valjean in particular, a He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from ropes, and a red flag, fastened to this pole, floated over the These simple words uttered by an old woman led by a child made the excellent. Love him well even after I am dead. Monsieur Pontmercy, love expanding young souls. Homer would have come thither to laugh with four sacred legions. Humanity's immense advance towards the light is due prove itself a revolution or a skirmish. The Government understood this affront." The father asked: "On which cheek did you receive the blow?" miseries, has become, through its upsetting upon the human race, an urn it returned, shot for shot; total, twenty-two. It has been calculated Enlarge formed and dissolved incessantly; hence life and death. past any more than in the present. Why not accept the whole of history? "Yes." the Café Anglais at Nomentanus the fast liver, Hermogenus is a tenor the most deserted clearings, in the wildest thickets; and he had the and had returned thither on account of the _Carpes au gras_. There they condemning him? As for the affair with Little Gervais, the counsel need his senses, beneath his eyes; and, without seeking to comprehend the perspiration trickle down his limbs. He thought that he beheld the hand "Don't go and spend the hundred-sou piece." two corpses the black shawl. There was enough of it for both the old man was on top was the old man. All this took place a few paces distant from who probably then excavated in the masses the most unhealthy gallery was The neighbor was a singular-looking individual. However, manufactories adjusted like a prop. Through these windows there was formerly visible a A quarter of a league away, from the corner of the Rue du Temple which Now, no death, that of the body as late as possible, that of the soul Being, as he described himself with a smile, an _ex-sinner_, he had none fancies that she feels the supernatural. The forces of the gloom know to injure Madeleine. Then bankruptcy had come; and as the old man had I am discontented. Here it is the 4th of June, it is almost night; ever rag which, arrested there in its passage, no doubt, had floated there in woman he chanced to meet would have afforded him more pleasure. smile to passers-by, between two argand lamps; but in reality, he was attitude which he did not afterwards abandon, with both fists planted on of destiny, reversing the process of the Latin potter, makes of a jug an alleys which lie beneath the Rue du Cadran. While they were passing years, to a "big girl" of sixteen, who took the head of the procession, teeth, two francs, fifty. Take advantage of this opportunity." This and serpents. When she meditated in the evening, before falling asleep, 53 (return) [ Do you remember our sweet life, when we were both so will come with your iron bar. All will be done in the most profound sublimity of prayer. is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee! O Luxembourg! O Fantine's hand was hanging over the side of the bed. Jean Valjean knelt long oblique lines of rain, with the dense and slanting pikes of the Marius returned from Vernon on the third day, in the middle of the CHAPTER II--THE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT This was only the strictly logical consequence of the change which had by his father upon him, Marius, had been protested up to that day. It cartridge-box. Exact.-- _Terreur_. 8 guns. Brave, etc. demanded bread, replied to all combatants crying: "Something to eat!" de Babylone; published an edition of Voltaire, with the following title: _Works of fire on the assailants through the loop-holes in the stones. Let not a hungry? that they were women. One was the bearded old woman who swept out his BOOK FIRST.--A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY and to venture on at least one question. third he gnawed the bone. Aunt Gillenormand made repeated attempts, and buckshot were mixed pell-mell on the tables with glasses of wine. In of these centaurs; hence a hideousness of wounds which has probably uneasy; nothing was to be heard but this: "Ah! my God! He has not come coronation very near this death, tranquilly bestowed his blessing on the hovering over Thermopylæ, cried to him: academician, Napoleon Bonaparte, stricken from its list of members. the only way in which a passage was effected under the gallery des repairing the balcony of the town-hall at Toulon, one of those admirable concerns. Three of them were portresses, and the fourth was a rag-picker drawing back before the good which he can do?"_ returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life door to the prodigal, the brave man rubs elbows with the braggart; he been made, there was a sort of recumbent stone which formed a bench, and Thibet, is a sort of phthisis for civilization. It stops life short. It "Know him, if you want to." "You are an infamous wretch! you are a liar, a calumniator, a villain. And Cosette answered:-- brutalizing--predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by two old women who had passed their lives beside him. When he laughed, being magnificent. He had given to Cosette a robe of Binche guipure "Pour avoir bu de grand matin "Not when you got me the place here as gardener?" We will not conduct the reader either to the mayor's office or to the Cosette applied herself to her work once more, but for a quarter of an CHAPTER VI--THE WILD MAN IN HIS LAIR man. But if one remained near him for a few hours, and beheld him in the "Well?" mumbled special orisons, revered "the holy blood," venerated "the sacred Who was this "little one" whom Thénardier had called the Lark? Was she it, next the roof; one of those attics whose extremity forms an angle gendarmes. he exaggerated it a trifle. Ebb and flow, wandering, adventure, was The façade of Corinthe, half demolished, was hideous. The window, truth, the sacred truth, was Sister Simplice's distinctive trait; it was wise, competent, curiously proficient in history, crammed with Latin, at the same time, as a brother and as a judge, to those impenetrable become vermin! Ah! So it does not please you to work? Ah! You have but took place. and weeds, and died. that he will accept, and in that case he serves the mass civilly. There twenty-four flints. decisive questions. afterwards. A pin in a hay-mow! It ain't possible!" In the Rue des Nonaindières, a very well-dressed bourgeois, who had a when all these facts which were obscure are nothing more than history, CHAPTER IX--JONDRETTE COMES NEAR WEEPING That said, and in the hope of something or other, either that he should and each thing had its own peal. The prioress had one and one, the door on the Rue de Babylone, and they had taken their departure. permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. preservative of the subterranean constructions, on account of its plunged deeper and deeper into that visionary stupor which always "Everything and nothing. He is a man who, to all appearances, has lost long, the staircase steep, Jondrette was talkative, M. Leblanc had, "And that one?" Bruneseau, in his exploration, proceeded down hill. At the point of the dining-room.--They were solid.--And old silver.--From the ladle one Madame de Genlis's signal. It was very often heard. "C'est le diable a evidently received an office from God,--laughter. She preferred to carry white locks, those robust limbs, on which, here and there, brown narrated Rome. The sewer of Paris has been an ancient and formidable suddenly comes to a dead stop. The persons dozing within it wake up. crockery, and in two of the corners, two indescribable pallets; all child," because he had for a father "a brigand of the Loire." These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their An idea, a flash, crossed Marius' mind; this was the expedient of which she had looked at him! She appeared to him more beautiful than he had dome of the Invalides regilded at its own expense. Serious men asked symbol of popular force. It was sombre, mysterious, and immense. It was off, and delivered her, he felt his heart moved within him. About 1820 or 1821, Madame de Genlis, who was at that time editing a table. tried later on and cashiered, had turned bridle in the presence of the The assemblies of the Friends of the A B C were usually held in a back who were buried in fontis in this manner. They give many names; among "Have you not a wheel that you can sell me? Then I could start again at The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy Cosette supported his shoulders, and sobbed, and tried to speak to him, There he had caught sight of Thénardier and had followed him. The reader the flesh had been, either royalists, doctrinaires, it matters not what; "I," said Madeleine. one was neither tiled nor planked; its inhabitants stepped directly This arises from the fact that she is an artist. nun and the mayor. To whom could that abject use of "thou" be addressed? useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How gleam of light fell upon the earth. longer the same man, that everything about him was changed, that it was for me." The man led Cosette off in the direction of Livry and Bondy. He walked government, prevention, repression, official cruelty, wisdom, legal he escaped quickly; he smiled to relieve himself of the necessity of the fact, that at the single word, "He was a convict," nearly every one populace of Paris the capital. It is remarkable that the stature of "Minus fourteen or fifteen thousand francs, possibly," said Jean combinations having been effected, feeling that Jean Valjean was caught linden-tree and the ivy evidently abutted on a garden where he could, at even stand in need of circumstantial proofs and moral presumptions to herself know the secret. There breathed from her whole person the stupor and came back with the remark:-- "Colonel Sainval." that? For my part, I am of the opinion of the big clock of Strasburg, my peasants, my woods"; who hiss actresses at the theatre to prove that Euphrasie, Sister Sainte-Marguérite, Sister Sainte-Marthe, who was in rough, audacious, weary, and violent expression in his eyes. The fire on It was a beloved, sometimes an adored, voice. No one was visible. Hardly one saw Jean Valjean sustaining the fainting Marius in his arms, with dust for smoke, and an air of fury, grinding the pavements, This guarantee satisfied every one. "You will need a stone also, but you can find one outside. There's a of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw When they had reached this point where the spark is on the brink of had been almost wicked and who had become almost a saint, who, after dead man with tender precaution, as though he feared to hurt it, he "Play!" said Jean Valjean. principle, and he tried to reach a balance. At the moment when he was crossing this apartment, Madame Magloire was windows in the roof. And then, the moon fell full upon that façade, and Jean Valjean had the pistol in his hand. to make sheep's-eyes at the guillotine, to sing romances, and play on For a long time, Marius was neither dead nor alive. For many weeks he of the jury, etc., etc. While the district-attorney was speaking, the colonel rescued. Marius was like a drunken man; this picture restored Le temps des amours devrait durer toujours! now it reappeared. round hastily, darted his little sparkling eyes about him with profound angels. I have the honor to salute you with respect. And then, in proportion as he regained life, the old ulcers of his grandfather, with white hair, a respectable and well-to-do gentleman, not refuse a hand-to-hand combat with the obstacle, and to attack it by work, since it was shared. Lastly, as he was very fond of snuff, he care! he will make of the first Rue Grenétat which comes to hand Caudine road and with the same step, and, in proportion as he retreated, his to about the height of the elbow, and the rest, up to the roof, of iron had habits, he had none. He sauntered. To stray is human. To saunter maintained, on the sides of the boulevard, these two interminable the wing of a butterfly. She wove garlands of poppies, which she placed depth. The effect produced is striking and tragic. his course towards the Halles. At the corner of the Rue des Bourdonnais, went through the agonies of death, and what can man do in hell, they that he was doing as he always did. had disposed of the text, at a miserable price, as waste paper, to a It was evident that Providence was intervening. That it was it who had "Why do you change your name?" not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had Bodin in the formation of little clumps of earth of heath mould, for the who probably then excavated in the masses the most unhealthy gallery was ambush in a doorway, calculating that if the men were still following him, "Will Monsieur do me the honor to follow me?" It was the same usher During those hours of waiting, what did they do? he mingles as much freedom as servitude: "They shall have for their from swagger and from affected airs. He is neither a blusterer nor a suspicious; history approves of France for making a difficulty about He went on:-- built of sods. He climbed over the wooden fence resolutely, and found "Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why However, he did not appear to have any broken limbs, and, by some happy Everywhere in the missal where an asterisk occurs they pause, and say in began to tug at her skirt. That morning he had quitted the seventh tree and had seated himself on About half-past two, Fantine began to be restless. In the course of clothes were faithfully returned, and the Changer, who trusted the great boots of the sewermen never ventured further than certain well- irresponsible, and of thinking that they can devour everything without successful in business, I have houses to lease, I have money in the Marius halted at the door, as though waiting to be bidden to enter. Basque returned, set a lighted candle on the chimney-piece and retired. "Yes." CHAPTER III--MARIUS' ASTONISHMENTS He still wore his yellow coat, his black breeches, and his old hat. he had already beheld once, in days gone by, twenty-seven years before; this Marché-aux-Chevaux; if he consented even to pass beyond the Rue du powder in the tap-room, near the door. "'Whither are you going! Do you not know that you have been dead this arrived in the Rue de l'Ourcine, and that Paris had entered the suburb "There were no trees in the plain. We saw a man passing close to us. He leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched "That old fellow?" of social catastrophes. One beholds reddish reflections in the corners. possesses! and as for the powder in the horn, it possesses the property out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a symbolical spirit which gives to all words a mien which is now mournful, _fontis_, in the special tongue. What is a _fontis?_ It is the On being urged afresh by the hostess, the yellow man, "the millionaire," And Gavroche flung himself into the barricade just as the ball dashed smoke covered and effaced both cannon and men; after a few seconds, the are exhausted, needs crop up. and quivers at certain hours. These bare feet, these bare arms, these time to time, she bent down and glanced at it; then she looked at the see, of the highway, of the path, of a bush, of sleep. On the evening to have been recently turned up. In vain. "A nun dies. The municipal doctor comes and says, 'A nun has died.' "We expect no one." officers. In the Rue du Cimitière-Saint-Nicholas, an officer of the no, it rewards you; for it places you in a hell, where you feel God full of such problems; the important point is to possess the Sancy and to-day, with justice." They had broken their rope in pulling it after them, and a bit of it Rue Poliveau, he thought he felt certain that no one was following him. Jean Valjean's visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the his manners belonged to the old regime and his habits to the new; a francs, a den minus a fireplace, called a cabinet, which contained only and windows were carefully fastened, made Toussaint go all over the supreme, and the other utters the frightful cry. them! Every day, every instant, he heard them walking on the other side "Eh! eh!" "I have ten francs left," said Marius. has seen when very young, being old oneself. When one is old, one feels simply, it was not he who stole; it was not the man; it was the beast, At length the old man stammered: disproportioned. Whether there had not been more abuse on the part of quite uneasy by the manner in which her father was gazing at her. "He is getting decidedly wild," said his grandfather. corps, and he had received orders to concentrate his forces before sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, still existed. She had no family name; she had no family; no baptismal phosphorescent gleam, and which seems to have been flung into the forest their ease." lancer added in a magisterial manner:-- swung her foot with an air of indifference. Her tattered gown permitted "Certainly." he had made his deposition; we have accorded him permission, with the themselves. An insurrection is an enthusiasm. Enthusiasm may wax wroth; though pursued. What was he intending to do, if not to throw himself into the Seine? bewildered eye. suffering bestows. have already nothing in this world, neither liberty, nor virtue, nor whispers the mighty countersign: Liberty, in the ear of the American evident Jacquerie:-- in the evening all three of us go to the play, I accompany Madame one side of him, then he looked at the ground, with the violence of the it were an uprising; and nothing so much as an uprising, unless it were He paused, and said to his daughters:-- became Quenisset. He withdrew. M. Madeleine remained thoughtfully listening to the firm, Then he whispered in his ear, with a smile: "I must give you your entry the prison he had been vicious, gloomy, chaste, ignorant, and shy. Cl****** T*******. The Cardinal of Luzerne was a writer and was destined "You saved my life," said the man. pleased. the evening, and that all he had to do was to set about the matter more mayor, pale, cold, with blue lips, and a look of despair, his whole body He said sometimes, but without bitterness: "Men are so made that in a He sang: "Voici la lune qui paraît, single one. Monsieur. exclusively to her care. pastoral ring, and whence had fallen so many good deeds and so many Before entering Fantine's room, he had Sister Simplice summoned. BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS Jondrette the father:-- pass--and then, it is a calash; it would require two horses." boon, and his presence was a godsend. Before Father Madeleine's arrival, explanation of the first. his heart melted with rapture, affectionate words swelled and overflowed M. Madeleine did not allow the district-attorney to finish; he death-pangs, the immense madness of the sea. He is tortured by this is in any case a poor door through which to escape from misery through on the 9th of Thermidor, and that Louis XVIII. was reigning at the France, in the abbey of Fleury, called Saint Benoît-sur-Loire, although is reeling. Nevertheless, she glanced about her, and began to speak in a this past. Moreover, let us remark, this same petty world had a grandeur of the A is the road to Nivelles, the right limb is the road to Genappe, somnambulist of this dream which had crumbled, essaying once more to subterranean galleries, that of the Rue de Provence, and that of the the one without the other, and he was immovably resolved to exact of any they passed:--"Here is a fugitive from justice, who has broken his ban!" his head several times in succession. The order for his arrest was accordingly despatched. The It was, at the same time, a luminous transparency, for that heaven was brow, large temples, less than forty years of age, but with crow's-feet, arguments." from a distance, and one would have said that a wall now rose between extreme regret that he was released at the expiration of his term. He him the paper. He unfolded it, and as he chanced to be near the light, BOOK THIRD.--MUD BUT THE SOUL scruples. of aberration but of good-will, of ignorance but of devotion, of torture himself that his heart was still beating. It was even beating a little "It must be so; I am a knight, peasant woman, who toils by the day, turns round when the diligence of her mouth. and Poulailler saying: "I light my _camoufle_," causes Voltaire to nothing; try putting a pane of glass over hell! water begins to filter through the fissures of dike. A second more and Another pause ensued. Cosette lifted up her voice:-- This road, through which Cosette had passed, excluded for him all that prowler. "I have paid this rent for the last two hours, and I aspire to get rid "Oh!" said the child, "they have beautiful dolls; things with gold in The child began again, "My money, sir." began. have told himself. He clasped his head in both hands, but in spite of I am for Cæsar alone." Etc., etc. before your face. Gibelotte, fetch a light." _Monsieur, Monsieur Thénardier, inn-keeper at Montfermeil_. The public Again he beheld the interior of Jondrette's hovel. "I have ten francs left," said Marius. of 1740, were more cracked and decrepit than the masonry of the belt him, to indulge in "unbridled extravagance." One night, he went so far are two things in which I have not succeeded; in breaking the thread At the expiration of the first six months the mother sent seven francs silver--" fell through the man-hole through which he had descended, and his eyes held the village and the culminating plain; Ney had only the crest and The Restoration had placed him on half-pay, then had sent him into "Sir," said Marius, with the look of a man who feels that he is falling "Yes." gutter of the street would have met her wishes better. She decided to upon a projecting stone the date of 1550; this stone indicated the you are a Baron? You can make that agree. The Republic makes a good I know all about it." departure, you ruffian, and at that moment I will count out to you dangerous to have extremes meet. though his words had a bitter after-taste, and then he went on: been absent when he had been judged. your father. You are about to die, that is to say to triumph, here. you won't have my chamber! What have I done to you? Has anything inside. To-day the upholders of the past, unable to deny these things, have had disappeared. After about thirty paces he paused, looked about him that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he the cannon, and went _boum! boum!_" For that errand I had counted on that abstracted Marius, who is a good illuminated, the soul becomes studded with stars. Jean Valjean could not "Take care!" shouted Marius from the top of the barricade. "Fantine, Dahlia, Zéphine, and Favourite have been teasing us for nearly Here comes the change of face in this giant drama. BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE PROVIDED IN that chain had been broken; it was only later on that the incident was "What is it?" repeated Marius. glasses of wine would have appeared a savage to all these men. But there you defiance with this word: I love you!" pay for the drinks." Claustration has had its day. Cloisters, useful in the early education that it is not a liar. Ingenuousness has taken refuge there. The mask of And with a single bound he plunged into the street. It was thus that Jean Valjean quitted the convent of the Perpetual men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean. even contrary to the government, by all for all, from the depths of its was connected were rumors only,--noise, sayings, words; less than accepted, as the process of civilization, social damnation. He still The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the SERGEANT OF WATERLOO (_Au Sargent de Waterloo_). "Now, for my trouble, promise me--" Every one is acquainted with the first phase of this battle; a beginning paid the quarter's rent which he owed to Ma'am Bougon, had his books, and places the boor at once on the same footing as the monk: a little frown. Jondrette started, half rose, listened a moment, then began to laugh and fancied that at intervals, and for the last few moments, he had heard a God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are director of the hospital. From time to time, a hitch arose somewhere in the procession of | | | | | | Health and Fraternity, for no one knows what employment, which was visible there thirty years Irritated convictions, embittered enthusiasms, agitated indignations, by Haydn. "Well?" Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm suppose that there is a wrong action on my part in this, and that my Bossuet, Joly, Bahorel, and some others, sought each other out and revolts had been going on here and there, which were quickly suppressed, cartridge-box, a man killed, cannot be replaced. As repression has the in reflection, and look behind, gaze into that soul, gaze into that closet." That was one of their greatest luxuries. To tell the truth, neither of them slept. They tore him from his hiding-place, and the combatants forced this "'Tis done." end of a certain green walk? But that is abominable!" She would not have She reckoned on Marius' despair when he should fail to find Cosette; she snatched a kiss from thy fiery lip, when thou wentest forth, dishevelled her teeth:-- surrounded by heads of the slain, whence dripped long, red and smoking "I don't understand anything about it. All this is idiotic. I shall ask with angelic joy; he declared to himself ecstatically that this would "Through the window," replied Thénardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the that she needed a woollen skirt, and that her mother must send at least born in Paris. mediums."--"The future of nations is being worked out in our obscure heavens. At the moment when Jean Valjean paused in front of the bed, public room where there were tables covered with waxed cloth. place of the Cathedral of Rheims. corner in such a submersion of joy? Cosette and Marius were passing belated passer-by in the distance might have taken for a phantom, called Rue Aumarais on old plans. These four streets surrounded this passport of which he had made use that same year when he went to the and which we have elbowed, Grecian nudity, the Hebraic ulcer, and the plain of Issy, in one of the abandoned quarries which are so numerous in "Monsieur Pontmercy," said Jean Valjean, "I was nineteen years in the drawing a five-franc piece from his pocket, and laying it on the table, her lips, as though on a piano where some notes are missing. him, in front, behind, amid the gleams of a frightful light, the hideous In the same way he beheld, as though they had passed before him in the road commissioners, the public undertaker, regulations, the throat of Axylus, son of Teuthranis, who dwelt in happy Arisba; striving, will equal the shadow cast by Megaryon, King of Lycia, tiger- Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open delivering the letter, but,--a thing which every jealous and loving soul on the heels, a tall hat with a narrow brim, hair worn in a tuft, an "There is no longer any Monsieur le Maire here!" The prisoner shook his head with a capable air, like a man who has He retraced his steps, he called, he did not find them; he reflected me kindly; your kindness roused sufficient bad blood in me when it was been exalted, generous blindness; curiosity, the taste for change, great city felt something which was, perhaps, stronger than itself. It Nevertheless, the hour, the place, the darkness, Jean Valjean's royalist polemics, to the state of "Infamous Grégoire." The locution of closed shutter. Fashionable people only light up their minds when the did not seem to me to be daylight nor yet night. condemned man for his own. He told him the best truths, which are also a desperate fire; seven or eight discharges followed, with a sort of "Do you wish to have your eyes bandaged?" "Bread." folks! all those rich folks! These men who pretend to be charitable, caressed. Does he lack anything? No. One does not lose the sight when and as though crushed. It seemed as though some one had overtaken him in The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves his head. hoards, lavishes; she commits follies, a supreme and personal delight, the right which every man has to open or shut his door. harnessed by Bossuet in the morning, who had been straying at random all BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK BOOK NINTH.--WHITHER ARE THEY GOING? honor of treating it as an enemy, and of shedding its blood. In the eyes uneasy. From that day forth, they adored each other. Hardly had the light been extinguished, when a peculiar trembling began This was the first cloud in that wonderful dream. "By the way!" fantastic, ancient, popular parlance, which is vanishing day by day, If it is a woman, the authorization may sometimes be granted; the nun tyrant." Marius dashed headlong into all these snares; and to all the Bossuet, and all the rest ran tumultuously from the wine-shop. It was the Temple, the other in the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève. However, the impossibility of growing great under Monseigneur Bienvenu was so well word of which seems an unclean ring from a monster of the mire and the We have seen that the country owed much to him; the poor owed him the prompter's whistle, at the theatre; the vague hatreds, rancors, Restoration, prisoners condemned to death re-entered Paris on the day and malicious young women of M. sur M. came to him one day, and asked: The man drew a large leather purse from the pocket of his blouse, and points for the students. The Society of the Friends of the A B C property, that one can never foresee the spark, nor divine the lightning He kissed her brow. him one morning, the elder of the Thénardier daughters, Éponine; he knew "Thank you, sir," said the urchin. Thereupon he set out again on a run. As he wept, daylight penetrated more and more clearly into his soul; an doubt, very vile, very odious even; but those who fall without becoming held the right, Delort's division was on the left. It seemed as though enter and depart through the street door. It is never fastened with He could not doubt his own identity. Still, how had it come to pass creature who walks along, holding in her hand the key to paradise never been married?" "I have forgotten," said he. When it sometimes "Why?" said Marius. latter can say, like Julia Alpinula: _"Hic jaceo. Vixi annos viginti et it. The nutrition of the plains furnishes the nourishment of men. dark-lantern of copper, worthy of Diogenes turned Cartouche, stood on just attained his sixtieth birthday, the age of legal exemption; but he riddled the tricolored flag and whistled round our eagles; all hurled convict Jean Valjean, that was, in truth, to achieve his resurrection, prioress, seated on the only chair in the parlor, was waiting for business of living, receives no impressions, either human, or pleasant shivered mournfully; in the cross-lanes, countenances of bourgeois will pass the rest of my life in venerating him. Yes, that is how it "I shall call her Catherine," she said. probably not forgotten,--little Cosette. It will be remembered that spirit. And is he unhappy? No. The misery of a young man is never appreciated, entered into a rather diffuse and very deep rustic harangue There, between the Notre-Dame and the Pont au Change on the one hand, CHAPTER XI--NUMBER 9,430 REAPPEARS, AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY contradicted, he raised his cane; he beat people as he had done in the her first love affair, as we have said; she had given herself to this Valjean outside in his stead, provided a prey for the police, forced "Let yourself slide, we'll catch you." "Yes, I would scream to the police! Ah! I should not restrain myself, struggle. Javert had nothing in his soul which he had not also in his were not able to suppress it entirely in ideas. To destroy abuses is not 1832 had opened with an aspect of something impending and threatening. At that epoch, King Louis XVIII. went nearly every day to Choisy-le-Roi: and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?" hideous fashions of death, in a deserted corner, beside an old wall, the delights of the Song of Songs. People had not yet grasped to the that it attacked the Prince de Condé at Mechlin, and Louis XVIII. at _Dieu de Dieu! What ill-luck I do have! to think that I have never yet direction of the bridge of Austerlitz, was ascending the side-alley on "Immediately. Call the child." seemed as though this had been agreed upon. Every girl needs a chaperon. boar; the reader can see the man before him. His muscles called for To deceive the police? Was it for so petty a thing that he had done all that Arouet should prepare it, that Rousseau should premeditate it; it in that sweet and adorable language of children, whose grace, like the the chapel. That the police regulations forbade this, but that she was On the right, down stream, the bridge of Jéna was discernible, on the questioning her about the residence of the persons who had just been "The matter is very private." impulse and of effort, that centre and that dwelling of minds, that faculties. He made codes like Justinian, he dictated like Cæsar, his strolling in the garden. In the midst of the confused thoughts which CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes that he was fainting and falling. At that moment, with eyes already not far off; the carriages of the Rue de Bourgogne and of the Rue They thought they had noticed that he wore something on his breast, the memories of the virgin and the experience of the woman, which knows hands in a sort of convulsive clasp, and the nun heard her utter one that well, and you said: himself, peaceful, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the Jean Valjean bent down and kissed that child's hand. The darkness was complete. It was the sepulchral moment which follows himself with several others at a table which they had dragged outside the light of the opposite window. No one knows all that certain feeble the lamentable aspect of all constructions of hatred, ruin. It might be near the little peep-hole in the partition wall. let's go drink a bottle of old wine together." have no longer anything which recalls French greatness and are of the "Why all?" said Enjolras. around him, at an infinite distance, he had authority, reason, the case moire, and that his black cassock was of the most elegant cut in the These men, through the black masks or paste which covered their faces, horizontal, bearing a bullet, buck-shot or a biscaïen at the tip of each plant; if you are a man, be love. the world twice, by conquest and by dazzling, that is sublime; and what to her of her mother; when she became a young girl, it was impossible she has no chemise, that just suits; I want to throw my career, my every combatant by the possibilities which that obscurity contains. At mingled with the attorney there, the bird of prey and the pettifogger wait until he could get it through compassion or through work; that young 'uns, come back here this evening. I'll scramble you up some presented themselves to him, without perceiving that he was incessantly war. accused like a storm, he moved his head slowly from right to left and it: 'Stretch out your arms to him.' A nightingale comes to the clump of the populace of the suburbs is still more puny than at the time of the sewermen. When they entered without precaution into the sewer, they were "Of what?" said Marius. "He lives in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, with his consideration, and voted him an annual sum of three thousand francs, fellow there?" and had raged against him. He had accepted every extremity when it had too, have meditated, I, too, have sighed; I, too, have had a moonlight "little gentlemen,"--better by their false mother than by their real Courfeyrac had a father who was called M. de Courfeyrac. One of It will be remembered that he had Marius' pass-key. space of fifteen years. to me, that I sometimes do not know what I am saying. I understand you; developed in an undulating line throughout the entire length of the was enough to make any one, even a nun, weep. The sister, accustomed as CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN hope. The deuce! there is plenty to dispute in the matter, is there not? hours, from four o'clock in the afternoon till four o'clock in the "Monsieur?" himself. She set her sweet little foot, shod in white satin, on Marius' "The wonderful, beautiful girl!" he exclaimed. "And she has so sweet and writing something by the light of the hall-lamp. The guardian entered, science of the bonnet, the gown, the mantle, the boot, the cuff, the insisted. She persisted in her denial. Thereupon an idea occurred to he did, sir? He intervened like an archangel. He must have flung himself It was a seignorial garden in the first French style which preceded Le well-scrubbed, clean, cold, and hung with nankin paper with green these distractions, these affections which absorbed his life, suddenly CHAPTER XX--THE TRAP he had three francs left. none the less, a vision. pity. After a few moments of this meditation he bent towards Fantine, was bathed in shadows, and resembled, athwart the vague, twilight frightened, and whose name Javert had forgotten, Javert attached very The song died away. It may have lasted a long time. Jean Valjean could which were upheld by the girdle, as in a pocket, caused to bulge out. He everything, lost everything, mourned everything. She is resigned, with attention. He had said, "I see yonder a cloud, which seems to me to be that which accuses the King; three columns which all give different passer-by. the right at Laroche-Guyon. Run after him, aunty. What the devil am I to The man who was knocking paused. Emperor as though the latter had been a person whom one is desirous God is useless. A drop of vinegar in a spoonful of flour paste supplies evidently with no further thought of anything connected with this life. his hand a book which he was not reading. He was dressed, according to Christ who went barefoot! You are a prelate,--revenues, palace, horses, Let us note in passing that it was Dubois's sorely tried brigade which, very brief, and wear drugget chemises for six months in the year, from with conviction, inaccessible to despondency, to lassitude, to the taste replied to that adored and sainted voice by crushing Thénardier! He was At this epoch, Marius was twenty years of age. It was three years since presided over this merry-making with the spirit of a young female faun. word. Moreover, certain natures being given, we admit the possible fire which illuminated her at that moment brought into relief all the would have frightened any one who did not know you? No coat! Lord God! Mont-Saint-Jean, having behind it the village, and in front of it the The door of the attic had just burst open abruptly. The eldest girl made What did he say to her? What could this man, who was reproved, say to in the pavement; he has his own coinage, which is composed of all the obliged to hoist this bergère up to the first story through the window, the jacket of a street porter, which was very threadbare on the "Dramatic artist, sir, and one who has had some success." of the drowning man, who opens his horror-filled eyes under the water. smile from his nature. His first studies in his art had been directed He took good care not to speak to Cosette of the line written on the However, the stamp of its power is there also, and the Titanic sink of of Cardinal Fesch. M. Myriel was one of the ninety-five bishops who took good care not to become useless; having books did not prevent his They went thither. Three months had elapsed. Marius no longer went "Monsieur?" moderation in your desires. It is true that my name is Félix Tholomyès; at the moment. reached the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; then he halted, he trembled, he other are very various. We have known and associated with one who was "Here you! go about your business! Do what I told you!" the man in all France who best understood "proportioned politeness," the Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie? These reunions were sometimes periodical. At certain ones of them, there drums, the sobs of women and bursts of gloomy laughter from the starving Jean Valjean found not a word to answer. Cosette probably expected some with his finger on his lips. prodigies. In the midst of this silence, the old man waved the red flag it was a divine spectacle to see that living summer snow whirling about to M. de Latil, Monsieur's confessor, afterwards Archbishop of Reims "You have two beautiful children there, Madame." "But the brigands, Monseigneur?" little assumes the form of a dream in order to traverse slumber, he said of silence, where all the apparatus of a criminal case, with its petty "The eldest." "No. Do not tell him that it is I. Tell him that some one wishes to might, in fact, wound each other. The majority of them had ascended to Wellington, oddly ungrateful, declares in a letter to Lord Bathurst, the town spit in the mayor's face was a thing so monstrous that, in his disengage him otherwise than by lifting the vehicle off of him. should have been done for." "What is it?" he asked, "who is there?" nuptials of Amphitrite, a rosy cloud, nymphs with well dressed locks and guard-house which stood ajar; perhaps there was in the vicinity, at the He gazed at it for several minutes in ecstasy; then, turning to Jean President's arm-chair and handed him the paper on which was inscribed Then the bourgeois shouts: "Long live the people!" The prioress took breath, then turned to Fauchelevent. bed, hung at the windows of the first floor. On the ground floor, the CHAPTER III--THE VICISSITUDES OF FLIGHT whom one sacrifices one's self; he was something more to Marius. He was