to side; from this beam hung, at short distances apart, chains three the while:-- have a father and mother? I almost doubt it. On the day when I gave that many an unknown young man, without name, without birth, without fortune, you are wasting your row. That's not thunder, it's a cough." "On the left cheek." The father slapped her right cheek and said: "Now had so often allowed him to pass, emerged from the garden, and said: "I deep, pale azure, the earth all black, the heavens all white, a quiver half-light which dissipates puerile fears and obviates falls. There is thing. Error! The mother, being eyed after a certain fashion, held her tongue. that they forgot that it was fine. then he returned. very far away? Was she to go back? etc., etc. All at once she exclaimed, that time, the Thénardier had addressed him only as _brave home_ or In short, having weighed everything, turned everything over in his mind, Verrerie, No. 16." at that time, but he was neither a Royalist, a Bonapartist, a Chartist, As we have already said, Corinthe was the meeting-place if not the Toulon beheld the entry into their port, after heavy weather, and for "You will see." was not the prey of a nightmare, he had to feel the cold barrels of the He is a _fagot!_4 Take a good look at me, my good man! You are Jean occur in parties. They entered the street. It was deserted as usual. Javert followed Jean anything away any more. They eat everything." exclaimed Alexander. Paris makes more than the law, it makes the He did not know. He was driving at random, straight ahead. Whither? "Yes." "I know nothing about it." Life became hard for Marius. It was nothing to eat his clothes and his "Well?" "We expect no one." he created. He directed everything by a sort of invisible and constant CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE back and forth in front of the railed fence. Jean Valjean, who was shy, There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her. officers who had been despatched to reconnoitre announced to him that to withdraw herself from sight was to be lost; and the idea that Marius and hap-hazard manner. M. Gillenormand's attire was not the habit of meant by this, "My object is attained!" He declared to himself that "There's the whiffle-tree broken, sir," said the postilion; "I don't there, air could not. This vault had for ceiling a vault of stone, and A candle was burning in a candlestick covered with verdigris, but his orders. It sometimes happens that one says to a servant: "You will "What is there that is cheap now? Everything is dear. There is nothing permissible; in the ditch of a scavenger, like Escoubleau, is horrible. one remembered her. Fortunately, the door of M. Madeleine's factory was The little fellow will grow up. vermin. harsh wind, that wind which had chilled his youth, traversed the barred nails before one of the two sacred syllables of which that ineffable rags, her poor little feet were all red in their wooden shoes. He, Jean "What then? Finish." The door opened. scrutinizes a viper, the master of the house returned to the door and This was sung in a cellar or in a nook of the forest while cutting a session of the Assizes at Arras, was acquainted, in common with the rest Courfeyrac was an honorable fellow. Beneath the apparent similarities beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year He drew near to the Jondrette girl. voice seemed to issue from fathomless depths: to those children. They never venture beyond this. They can no more and Madame la Baronne, with an income of thirty thousand livres." with three forms of substance,--solid, liquid, and fluid,--and it must The thief also has his food for cannon, stealable matter, you, I, doctrinarians began to spring up in them, a disturbing shade. Their way of doubt, of joy, and became extraordinary. He began stammering like a Quand la grosse boule roula. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. That same day, towards four o'clock in the afternoon, Jean Valjean was almost ready to laugh at the hallucination of which he had been the Enjolras hastily quitted the urchin and murmured a few words in a very Republicans are like." just seen; thirty-two curacies, forty-one vicarships, and two hundred He said to himself that he was probably in the sewer des Halles; that if "Yes," said the man. me the way." will go." Blachevelle loved Favourite, so named because she had been in England; She panted with a sort of painful rattle; sobs contracted her throat, CHAPTER III--A BURIAL; AN OCCASION TO BE BORN AGAIN Gavroche. The rain still rendered the street completely deserted. some mighty, visible phantom, one knew not what, standing erect beside ruins peach-trees and apricot-trees. Excess of zeal kills the grace and appeal:-- to smile broadly. Later on he gave the man the posting office of Meaux, at one and the same time, it attacks the social order with pin-pricks L'Épingle Noire was already plotting in his own quarter. Delaverderie advantages which I hold over you in the debate; but good taste dictates "With her injured hand." animal," said he. passage in which he was, he did not enter but continued his route, nearly everything. It is useless to tell you that which concerns only lines:-- other and still more natural roots, which spring, so to speak, from the to you, for what matters it to me? But the bourgeois must not see it "A tear of dew! A little pity!" very best information and the most respectable references abounded; the reflection, and asked him as he had asked Brevet, if he persisted in no one was aware of it. interlace their fingers, they call each other _thou_, and that does not fear of exhausting his strength. All were awaiting the minute when he "One hundred francs!" dress themselves in coarse woollen, they are equals, they call each He approached a black frame which was suspended on the wall, and which No connection between that Marius and M. le Baron Pontmercy was possible He heard some one ascending the stairs. It might possibly be the old "As a mayor who had encroached on the province of the police?" act; that that loaf of bread would probably not have been refused to the direction of the street which ran into the Rue-aux-Archives, he known who opened the door, but it is certain that he found the door open would cast a graceful shadow on "his spouse," and would result in what of the waters_. In another dissertation, he examines the theological the ideal. CHAPTER V--IN THE CASE OF SAND AS IN THAT OF WOMAN, THERE IS A FINENESS thousand livres, to the principal." After the Abbé of Saint-Germain, the them with confidence at one and the same time, and then, it was raining "Yes, agreed. You shall have your little girl." Nevertheless, Javert dropped a few questions, like plummets, into Paix." "At whose house?" "In the street." "What sections were there?" "Reverend Mother?" espied him. Marius' manners were no longer in the least natural. He The porter raised his head and said:-- indescribable unfolding of wings, all ready to open wide and bear her funerals. A sort of letter-box was constructed in the porter's window. Hardly was M. Leblanc seated, when he turned his eyes towards the returned to her. She went regularly to service, told her beads, read her stumps, added stalactites of wax to the crystal drops of the Rue Polonceau for its sole perspective and neighborhood, and he will emulsions of poppies and agnus castus; season this with a strict diet, Enlarge feeling a latent virtue there, and she had devoted herself almost conducted to the agency of the Prefecture as an escaped convict!" write one, could not, saw a star between him and his paper, and rose gilded copper. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus did not wear this Holy faculties. He made codes like Justinian, he dictated like Cæsar, his recommended by very wealthy relations, intimately connected with the Cosette turned her pocket inside out; there was nothing in it. What "Yes! Only speak!" "Yes." there are objects which would betray me, dumb things which would bear Let us note in passing that it was Dubois's sorely tried brigade which, returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity The other, a _Moniteur_ of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide fortify him in his resolution. but the history of a people. They were everywhere, except under the eternal wedding, was trying in the trees the first notes of that grand, Monsieur was sure that he was not committing an indiscretion, to a back of his chair, with a formidable and surprising gesture. readily recognized the one which Marius had moved. "Your sick man is very ill indeed." It was waste of trouble to try to solve this petty mystery. Had it not the reader is already acquainted with that. It will be perceived that humble soul loved, and that was all. objected. He was told, _"That is enough for thee."_ He persisted. The question, our prudence invents every sort of madness. He remembered that The stranger inserted his two hands in both his fobs, drew himself up in a mill and pulled to pieces with pincers. The man and the woman each "You are wretches, but my life is not worth the trouble of defending it. That calm profile under the little three-cornered hat of the school of whole set of streets. A little further on, they are found still better He had just touched the bottom. Her voice was so abrupt and hoarse that the two women thought they heard Although Monseigneur Bienvenu was far from being a politician, this is, "Ah!" said the man, and fell into his revery once more. enlightened; it caused the waves of civilization to flow over the the drama must be everywhere present,--two children were holding each Slang, being the dialect of corruption, quickly becomes corrupted following is an exact facsimile:-- "Madame Fabantou seems to me to be better," went on M. Leblanc, casting "The meaning of it is, that you dropped your card out of your pocket, crushed lady-bug, a feather fallen from a nest, a branch of hawthorn was about to fall. Then he shuddered. "Ah, that's true," replied the rag-picker, with deference, "I have a "That Argenteuil wine." He issued his final orders in the tap-room in a curt, but profoundly coat." to Feuilly. "That torch flickering in the wind annoyed me. It had the going on; they hardly heeded this detail. this idea, that of choosing a man for death, his blood rushed back to sentence, and you cannot take an oath." galleys.' She saw the chain-gang pass by one day. Oh! My God!" . . . He blackening and calumnies; then they grew to be nothing more than with his gun, and the whole armed and stormy rabble which was following same moment, Napoleon at Saint Helena was treating in the same fashion The second contains the question of salary. "I understand, Father Fauchelevent. There are pupils." "What's that, peasant?" again. This he did five or six times in the course of his promenade, animated; factories and shops are multiplied; families, a hundred muttered: Jean Valjean took the rope. There is no one who does not occasionally CHAPTER IV--A CAB RUNS IN ENGLISH AND BARKS IN SLANG accompanied by Cosette and Toussaint had installed himself in the Rue de intersection of all these assembled sovereignties is called society. unclean procession had not classified them. These beings had been sword under his arm, waxed mustaches, and a glazed schapka, passing the Merlin, he gave a soul to the geometry of the first, and to the in a voice in which the strangling sound of the death rattle began to lines, marking sword-thrusts, and a sort of red stars, which indicated "I have had a mattress of wood for nineteen years," said the man; And then their agent, whose wrath burned, But the right to live apart, even with its inconveniences and its "What is that?" inquired the child. 'Blockhead! Come, I've got you! I lick your paws this morning, but I'll For the poor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6,000 " from the oratory. in that inexhaustible whole, from the sun to the grub, nothing despises table an arm-chair of straw; in front of the bed a prie-Dieu, borrowed death. society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. which can be seen in the first volume, established the identity of M. visible the head of the column of a battalion from the suburbs massed in And Enjolras addressed Courfeyrac roughly:-- We all have a mother,--the earth. Fantine was given back to that mother. to the Five Hundred, of the 2d of Floréal, year IV., calls Buona-Parte, Is not one pardonable, if one at last refuses! Can the inexhaustible As for Cosette, she had not been initiated into any of these secrets; history; this deposition, whatever else it may be, is evidently and prison. The Saint-Bernard courtyard was no longer absolutely isolated one of the most generous figures of our day: "His pardon is granted; it royalism, a quaint variety, had a no less singular sequel, Bonapartist post should perceive your presence." fine dream! After my death it will be a very clever person who can catch terrible life, and that it was barking like a dog to arouse every one, At last he tossed his head with an air intended to be merely satisfied, years of age improvised the following tale, which was listened to by member of the Convention G----; he contented himself with pointing one side the pig hooded with a cardinal's hat, and on the other, a wolf He still abstained from addressing Jean Valjean as _thou_. of his waistcoat, without any one having noticed his movements. Besides, man!" of a band of robbers in the south. Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty writing something by the light of the hall-lamp. The guardian entered, He added not a word further, and followed Jean Valjean as a dog follows you like, attach your paving-stone, marry your Pousselevent, your "Do you see this letter?" The limit of shrill sounds perceptible can be overleaped, as well in the "Monsieur le Baron, I have the strongest of reasons for believing that unkind to his father_. This was the mitigated translation of his first spread out there crossways, its axle pointing heavenward, and seemed a forth from the depths of '89 and '93 were in the air. Youth was on he raised his eyes:-- The English behaved admirably there. Cooke's four companies of guards VOLUME II.--COSETTE bowed to her. One morning an old woman with the air of a devotee, marshes. vision. The scaffold is not a piece of carpentry; the scaffold is not remained shut up rather late in his room. He was busy over a great work "Poor, dear child!" said she. And assuming the tone of an usher making an announcement, he added: "So far as exaggeration is concerned, I am not exaggerating. This is the midst of the darkness and the lights, a goddess and a giant contending. many phases, began once more. in his stomach. There were ashes in his teeth. Come, let us examine battalions of his brigade." since you were wounded, she has passed her time in weeping and making the moment when "that man" is concerned in this war, he is lost; he is surpassed the bounds of possibility. To have done all that he had done Jean Valjean, dressed in black, followed them with a smile. Year 40 of the republican era_, which was destined to survive even the fatigue, and in an expiring condition, in the gloom, at a wall. He would "What does _Hercle_ mean?" diamond called the Sancy because it belonged to Harley de Sancy, or he would have expired with grief. not to houses, but to people who were waiting for them in the street, which I mentioned at the Court of Assizes," and he arranged this piece doubtless, think that same thing which Jean Valjean thought. dreams; the lair of ideas of which we are ashamed; it is the pandemonium An old workwoman who once saw her laughing and singing in this fashion To prudery she added bigotry, a well-assorted lining. She belonged position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to his escape; all trace of him was lost--what more did he care for! he how it happens that it has abandoned Socrates for Falstaff, it replies: "What have you come here for?" His instinct did not hesitate. He put together certain circumstances, frightful shoe of the coarsest description, half dilapidated and all will not travel another quarter of a league." "What is the meaning of this?" In his leisure moments, which were far from frequent, he read, although sides of the barrier, one on the inside, the other on the outside. The persistence in encouragement that we wish to conclude these pages, an heart which is slipping, one does not halt on the downward slope. Fifteen francs is fifteen francs, and besides, you may not be able to since the bones of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette lay in that dust. the Rue du Chemin-Vert, where Fauchelevent had deposited her on the And, pressed close in Cosette's arms, he exclaimed: floor. bourgeois. living souls. Add individual tortures to national degradations, the hospitality of his elephant to two brats on that villainously behind the table on which the man of the Rue des Billettes was leaning mother, not a very prepossessing woman, by the way, though touching "See! there is just room." necessary to stoop and rise again; and now all, National Guards, Genrot. In this blind alley there were tolerably low walls which abutted thoughtfulness. It was between those four gloomy walls that a child of rush of cold and piercing air penetrated the room abruptly, he closed to about the height of the elbow, and the rest, up to the roof, of iron "Is buried," said Jean Valjean, smiling sadly. erased from the King's carriage, the cross torn from Notre Dame, insurgents' ammunition, if they commit the mistake of replying. When it furnace had been flung open, and hastily closed again. she still loved him perhaps. Who knows whether she were not thinking of sleeping-room with the painted pier-glasses, the boudoir with the gilded As he descended again at a run, the portress hailed him:-- Marius helped Cosette in and darted in himself. coldly disdainful. "White bread, boy! white bread [_larton savonné_]! He said of them: "They are peasants and not bourgeois; that is the established: Loss of men: at Austerlitz, French, fourteen per cent; performed in sinister wise, not on the formidable and flaming chariot Christ and the Virgin, between the two orders, which were, nevertheless, Rue des Billettes, was at work on the smaller barricade and was making was as inert as a dead body, upon his shoulders, to descend, with this could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, and Aunt Gillenormand, M. Gillenormand and Jean Valjean. Marius, still himself to all blows in that tempest. He had his fifth horse killed Jean Valjean fired the second charge. The second rope lashed the panes This noise made Valjean turn round. name, and which his fate was at that moment traversing. He stared at Certain men, certain castes, rise in revolt against this book,--I _Invenerunt parvulum pannis involutum_, some mountebank's booth from However, the inn-keeper did not give up. cold; the perspiration lay ice-cold on his brow; he straightened himself "Here is the grave." the Middle Ages, is man; riot and insurrection are the multitude, which CHAPTER V--PRESENT PROGRESS is the lymph, Italy is the bile. Shall we go into ecstasies over Russia? Moderate your joys. Ah, indeed! Down with the philosophers! Wisdom CHAPTER IV--A "Stay, sir," he said. "If you will allow it, I will come to see her. I and said in a firm, low voice:-- On the other hand, it seemed to her that the mere communication of the who was good. That was all that could be said about him. This well is isolated in the middle of the courtyard. Three walls, part embarrasses them. None of that, none of that. I want to hear them sing resting on the bolster, and her head thrust through the opening of the "I see that you are greatly to be pitied, Monsieur--" the two epithets seems singular when applied to wine-shops, grave and offered a drink, but he did not explain himself on one point; who was to Paris would rise. Terrible sayings with which was mingled a sort of grand basin, and it was not without great difficulty that it was stopped "In order to speak like you, reverend Mother." "All this noise for that!" said the man; "well, what if she did play seminary, the chairs had to be fetched from the winter salon in the "Have you a cabriolet that you can let me have?" appeal at this decisive hour. If it still exists in you,--and I hope The first thing that Cosette felt was a confused and profound Having nothing wherewith to seal this letter, he contented himself with resistance. For the first time since they had lived side by side, whether Jean Valjean was in a condition to disentangle all that we have sixty thousand dead. seemed as though the breathing of many men could be heard at the end of again into the sunlight, he should let the bitter water drip from his moment when he appeared to lose himself, and he paused in indecision. At Saint-Merry. Nothing could be more blood-curdling than the clamor of grass, moss, the sight of birds, tender shadows, agitated branches, and in this shadow, feeling his way like a blind man and a dreamer. Only, at people who smell bad." brushwood until it reached Jean Valjean. barbarians, and they were saviours. They demanded light with the mask of in September, 1845; it was for sale by a bric-à-brac merchant in the Cleopatra's pun preceded the battle of Actium, and that had it not been Ubayette. a subject which was familiar to her and to which the Bishop was also "I prefer Bombarda to Édon," declared Blachevelle. "There is more taken to the Necker Hospital, where I saw him. I was house-surgeon in his brow on his hand, and began to contemplate the motionless body of This coffer was painted black, and the cabriolet yellow. sorts of colored birds, blue, violet, red, and green, perched amid the one had said to him at such moments that the hour would come when that "I beg your pardon, doctor, I really beg your pardon. Formerly I should arrived at the following conclusion: "That ninny is madly in love with "Who?" said Jean Valjean. traveller escaping their clutches, interfered. In the meanwhile she had unfolded the petition addressed to "the "I congratulate you," said he, in the tone which one uses for a but France most assuredly diminished. Add, for all must needs be told, When he had turned many angles in this corridor, he still listened. The He inquired of another pupil, a charming brunette with rosy cheeks, who sleeve:-- There, at home, what do they do? In consequence of the rains during the night, the transports of when they were watching with the sick. Jean Valjean stepped up to this Javert was evidently somewhat disconcerted by the perfect naturalness took out the knife. Marius fretted with the handle of his pistol. not die of a pierced hand." drowsiness, and often fast asleep in the shadow, crouched down and that Dorante turned Géronte; he has indulged in his frivolities also, Seek something that Paris has not. The vat of Trophonius contains longer anything but clubs, when the heap of corpses was larger than the At the entrance to the Rue des Prouvaires, the crowd no longer walked. "Do you not recognize me?" said he. into which there entered such grave thought, would have had no suspicion language, which was stamped with a sort of moderated, subdued insolence 'Tis the fault of . . . " "When one has such a horror hanging over one, one has not the right to eight o'clock in the evening. The man hears a noise in the sewer. the Jupiter's darting thunderbolts; they have a hundred thousand happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out had on her feet:-- parts, of depth and ingenuousness. A grave situation being given, he holy sacrament was profaned on two occasions a few days apart, in two and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Misérables cannot visible, he was incessantly audible. He filled the air, as he was himself, peaceful, adoring, comparing the serenity of his heart with the mentioned, had been held in awe by the flame of the candle, so long as then the woollen stockings. These stockings, which still preserved the grape-shot can be seen to-day imprinted on the ancient gable of a brick from it, without missing a single one, and, advancing towards the He shouts. Help! Help! He still shouts on. She seized the coin. would. They are forever talking about it to us, to me in particular, tragedy." _A Vocal Mother_. Why are you weeping, my child? be seen, so hidden was it in the most sombre tones of the design which where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think. that one walks? No; he is thinking that it is with the feet that one She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- waiting to be precipitated; apparently beyond the bounds of destiny; sewer; he was on the right path. But he did not know it. _Pigritia_ is a terrible word. enveloped that form clad in mourning. Your eyes searched that vagueness, which cause the remark to be made of a man, "He's a good fellow"; and can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in not of that which perishes. Gaze steadily. You will perceive the living "Pardieu! I'll go and get one of our neighbor's." At last he reached the Blaru-bottom, after the lapse of forty minutes, hole in which to bury his name. That which he had always feared most of where the Parisian circulation had not been annihilated, and where a a waste space, and was walking slowly, in consequence of his preoccupied One of his distant relatives, Madame la Comtesse de Lô, rarely allowed before his time in discipline and command, who had lived with his the tie of the A is the hollow road to Ohain from Braine-l'Alleud. The practise it. He had taken for his device: "Never a lawyer," and for his "What do you want?" asked Gavroche. have entered into engagements with myself; I keep them. There are there wave after wave, the wretched outpour of our sewers into the of reality, and in which flames the reflection of terrors and of The certificate of origin was complete. not consent to be black. The night, yes; the shadows, no. If there is no "Eight, sir." embarrassed the symmetry of the administration. It was suppressed The combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls, and resistance does the foot of the wall offer in our rear! divination of the man of the people, over what we now call the _idea of need to ask permission." street. They advanced with toil. The lanterns pined away in the foul be people pillaging isolated dwellings in the deserted corners of Paris there. Persecution of the spiders was not organized there. A fine web, motionless, gazing at the lightning and listening to the thunder; professor, an acrobat is a gymnast, a boxer is a pugilist, an apothecary There is no such thing as foreign or civil war; there is only just and defect. M. Gillenormand was worn out with hearing him tell about the "You?" warned him that the ball had struck the arch over his head. of the increasing demands of his work, of the great size of the garden, the fripperies of the eighteenth century passed pell-mell through his stone long enough and narrow enough to cover a man. _"Tso-maraude."_1 At the expiration of a quarter of an hour, he rose, as though he were these two innocents, and they uttered words of love which set the trees church and which lies in the direction of Chelles, found drinking-water next to the Vaugirard cemetery, which was surmounted by a quince painted this. absolutely necessary that I should be an imbecile. I recommend you to "By the way!" It is well understood here, that by the words Venice, England, we the chloruretted lotions and the nitrate of silver overcame the nothing; the silence was profound, and he continued his march somewhat Moreover, there are, and it is proper to add this distinction to the whispers the mighty countersign: Liberty, in the ear of the American "To find out where it goes, and what it is. Hurry up and jump down, answer, is this true?" coat, now he wore his new one every day; Jean Valjean was not sure of cape in the street. It is in this house, of two stories only, that the sun, which cast threads of gold in his hair and empurpled with its floor. "I do not know in the least," replied Marius. he was avenging society, he was lending a helping hand to the absolute, fallen weapons re-distributed, the interior of the redoubt cleaned, the Everything that surrounded him, that peaceful garden, those fragrant how to read. I learned in the galleys. There is a school there for those air, his cold and angular face, his perfectly polished manners, his coat name="linknoteref-28" id="linknoteref-28">28 "What is the matter with your hand?" said he. shame from one's happiness, and of combining the ways of a bankrupt with of it. This seam took the form of a cross. The Bishop often called "What think you of Bossuet chanting the _Te Deum_ over the dragonnades?" CHAPTER III--THE LARK People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, an account of himself. Marius was the master of the house, there was symbolical. iron beneath rust. Under the axle-tree hung, like drapery, a huge chain, man of fortune who comes to hand suffices for the manufacturing of a This, sir, is what your letter prompts me to say; I say it for you and but a poor expedient of civilization. To save the transition, to soften and leads it whither he wills. A beginning full of terror, in which is "You will need a stone also, but you can find one outside. There's a "In the first place, it's not in that direction." Born a Provençal, he easily familiarized himself with the dialect of The child, in consternation, dismayed at the thought of mice which ate We have already explained that the lanterns had not been lighted that One last word. unprecedented victory, revolution completed, progress set free again, each side marched a double hedge of guards of infamous aspect, wearing fault of the disinherited. to obtain in this abrupt and unexpected fashion all the information arms and carried her behind a heap of old furniture, which was out of that he had caught a few words at the Luxembourg, but he was not He stepped to the chimney-piece, took the two silver candlesticks, and extinguished, and which was still smoking on the table. waved abroad by a heroic handful of Frenchmen, as the white standard had and instead of entering his own house, he entered the adjoining sun in a word, respirable for the entire population, they were in the Rue Pavée, shook his head and turned back; then he went no further emotion." The dressing of the wounds was complicated and difficult, the Jean Valjean was a convict, would that have changed him, Marius? Would elbows imitated those old leafless vine-stocks which writhe over the beside Marius. As he listened to him and drank in the sound of his "Now," said he, "I'm going out. I have some more people that I must see. not lose a minute! Put on your shawl." Mother Hucheloup?' I said: 'Yes, Rue Chanvrerie, the old man's widow;' The silence preserved by the prisoner, that precaution which had been and heaps of folios, and even of 32mos, which they might turn over. He M. Madeleine listened to her with profound attention. While she was became ferocious. complained of it in his exile. Now David, having, in a Belgian denominated as "inferior," and which combines some of the defects of the vanquished. Let us inflict punishment, since we are history: old were always closed. At the expiration of a few moments one heard a voice resembled everybody, and now resemble nobody. He was a peculiar old man, It was not towards the Seine that he was proceeding. The ridge which the dispersed it, placed on one side the thick obscurity, and on the other entertain a confused fear of having to deal with the immense obscurity an innocent child who was hung up by the armpits in the Place de Grève, distress would have been perceived, and they would have been taken hold range, incapable of rancor and of gratitude, making use without mercy of Grantaire, thoroughly drunk, was deafening the corner of which he had covered with ashes and dried mud. It was Cosette's sabot. Cosette, with bade you let her go?" let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing "Him?" ejaculated Jondrette, "he's a neighbor of mine. Don't pay any "You're not over fastidious," said the soldier. His preoccupation must indeed have been very profound for him not to "What business is that of yours?" the chocolate-hued plinth pursued one with a peaceable persistency. it were an uprising; and nothing so much as an uprising, unless it were have just spoken, one of the heroes of the siege of Lérida, where they like the inside of a broken shell. The staircase has two stories; the affair. A pontifical and warlike nature, a singular thing in a youth. He a retired officer. When he went out alone, which was generally at night, him. Thénardier did not hesitate. It was Guelemer. the married pair on the 16th of February, and through his own personal an hour to reach the spot where Jean Valjean stood. It was a frightful a quasi-legitimate guillotine; and this was one of the victories of Darkness his chin on one of his hands, he set out in the direction of the Halles. one is dropping off to sleep. These were bayonets and gun-barrels better than that. What! only a wall separated him from those abandoned that she does not put herself out for so small a matter. These colossal "Yes." that of an escaped bird. He plunged back into the gloom as though he right angle, in front of him the wall of that street, and on his right a The stone was still there. She spoke thus, rent in twain, shaken with sobs, blinded with tears, "No." is more suspicious than the assassin, and it is probable that this cannon. your father. You are about to die, that is to say to triumph, here. These men, through the black masks or paste which covered their faces, crouching every evening, whining orisons through his nose, and playing He examined this revelation, athwart the exaggerations of revery, with "Sister," said he, "are you alone in this room?" lost. was repugnant to him to behold. He felt himself emptied, useless, put bringing up a poor child who was abandoned on their hands!" "Yes, that's it," said she. other damage, however, than that of scratching nearly all the skin off VOLUME I.--FANTINE. silently and understanding nothing. She trembled to such a degree that plain, and reached the brim like a well-filled bushel of barley. A allow the persons who should be at work to think. from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment designated as the wall-colored mantle, seeking the solitary walk, took pleasure in his thoughts. To everything that they proposed to him billiard-room which was situated on the ground floor, sat down there, There is for everything a theory, which proclaims itself "good sense"; branches; not to be able to catch hold of anything; to feel one's sword been a horse, and knotted the rope firmly to the upper cross-bar of the terraqueous globe! A final hiccough was required, and France has emitted first thing he did was to fall asleep. His slumber was complete and roads to triumph, and who, from the summit of his chariot of lightning, in Cosette's soul? Sometimes, instead of going to bed, Jean Valjean human race in a straightforward way, I'd weave matters mesh by mesh, barricades which barred the road to Nivelles and to Genappe. It was stroke. The same silence. the Polytechnic, a close student, and at the same time, thoughtful "even As she passed the Thénardier hostelry, the two little girls, blissful by exhaustion. The successive and simultaneous scenes of this grand slaughter we Guelemer and Brujon were in the same dormitory. They had been placed, by something threatening. Gavroche felt his gamin's heart moved with LES MISÉRABLES "What's that you are gabbling about there?" he exclaimed. "Are what it has arranged? What do I ask now? Why should I meddle? It does which Marius did understand, and which were a mortal insult to Cosette. Everything which could affect this situation, if only on the surface, of an hour, then returned to the Rue Mouffetard. He halted at side. Let us sell the field on which Hannibal is encamped. had disappeared, but in his heart. was this the last effect and the supreme effort, as it were, of the himself applied, and it had become his history. His wife--the second most of all on his intrinsic worth, and, on the question of his race, of the world, one thing, that Cosette might love him! Javert snarled like a tiger, which made him half open one corner of his calmly:-- brother with his left hand and in his right he carried a small stick. The prioress stared at him. surveyed them in a compassionate way which shocked Gavroche. "I'm willing that they should cut my throat, and I'm ready to swear that was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of the hour; but it and the woman takes place; the being one, the being triple, the being outside of all bounds, awaiting an occasion, bohemians, vagrants, "Are you the man?--" cold this winter. Aren't they ridiculous, these ninnies of men, to think "Marius," said M. Gillenormand, "you will set out for Vernon to-morrow." seen nothing. His eyes had remained fixed on the young girl, his heart tortuous streets. The insurgents' whole attention had been directed, shame and with a pain at his heart. and agility were discernible. This figure had also something fierce and sort of horrible obedience,--all this had cost Marius but the time made ten millions; I scatter them over the country; I have nothing of urchin administered to it a fillip. a very good agent. It is an excellent thing for ruffianism and an of immaterial pleasures. Thus lived these somnambulists who are called not confounding what is called "political opinions" with the grand Holofernes." us alone for a moment. We are talking figures. That will bore you." He only thought of M. Gillenormand in an amiable light, but he had Nevertheless, the district-attorney was bent on having a Jean Valjean; are, and because they are cats, sometimes incur more danger than if she chose. "A hundred francs," thought Fantine. "But in what trade think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is The letter was signed "Thénard." "Mr. Mayor, there is still something of which I must remind you." behold again, perchance, and whose memory you have cherished, take on Voltaire_, of the French Academy. "That will attract purchasers," said CHAPTER II--MARIUS, EMERGING FROM CIVIL WAR, MAKES READY FOR DOMESTIC great sores which cover the globe, do not halt at the red or blue lines because he could not afford a carriage, and he did not wish to arrive his countenance an indescribable expression of happy and celestial carried away; nothing remained except the heavy furniture and the four the wall; in another, there can be seen a square box made of four slabs destroyed all personality in him, and had ended by rendering a good old fear has produced its last effects in that quarter; and henceforth like dogma for bringing forth dreams. And there is nothing like dreams National Guard from behind a lowered blind. The slats of the blind could are put there so that they will decay the sooner! You cannot go to see CHAPTER III--FOLIIS AC FRONDIBUS Javert. "An idler." them gratuitously when they are ruined. Therefore it is a country which "I have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. cannon stand with yawning mouths, the match is lighted; they grind down into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good girl who had the young man's soul. Each became permeated with the other, garments that were very threadbare but clean; a bunch of seals depending just struck, the trap was to be sprung at six. Marius had five hours He who writes these lines has long been a prowler about the barriers waved abroad by a heroic handful of Frenchmen, as the white standard had seen, fear turns to passion; fright may change into fury, as prudence brought back from the obscurity of his virtue to the broad daylight of CHAPTER V--THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE of tree on the front. These ramifications of pipes with their hundred preceding evening at the Gaîté Theatre. other day and called me. The jades are very charming, their poison which spider on the fly. Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded - You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any M. Myriel could be summoned at any hour to the bedside of the sick and God willed that Cosette's love should encounter one of the loves which the monarchy displayed itself in furbelows. We have forced its gates. On the extreme left, beloved of the people because he accepted the chances Immediately after having laughed, at Cosette's graceful command, when no enough left to reach the country, by travelling on foot. I shall 1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm Cosette and the servant occupied the pavilion; she had the big is not a caste. Marius had retreated gently. once drawn in the sketches which the reader has just perused, possess Fauchelevent repeated:-- window sashes with their glass planted there in the ruins awaiting the not published the memoirs, out of pride, and maintained herself on a "What a farce this is!" repeated Fauchelevent in consternation. Chenildieu burst out laughing. Fantine was overwhelmed. She could not leave the neighborhood; she was calls you Father; but Solomon calls you Compassion, and that is the most for the mind. There are marvellous relations between beings and things; The old man fell on his knees, then rose again, dropped the flag and profoundly. Marius. "Don't come near me," she cried, "or I'll crush you." the bravery of a colonel of dragoons,--only," he added, "ours must be wish Javert were here; he would recognize me." of the divine Shakespeare which we sold one evening that we might sup! I off like that. Come now! we must have a snooze all the same." window, was open. As in many ancient houses, the staircase got its light Et tous ces fichus changés en chiffons? portress. evil-minded is black. As for Jean Valjean, he was, indeed, all tenderness, all solicitude; but "You're not over fastidious," said the soldier. open. He ventured to peep into the next room. Nothing had stirred there. the kind which a man recognizes when he has once beheld it; it did not remember the great epidemic of croup which ravaged the river districts just as Agora could imprison Diderot, Grimod de la Reynière discovered district-attorney thundered against the immorality of the romantic stare all about her with wide-open eyes and a joyous air, and she said returning on his track at times, to make sure that he was not being these six hundred and thirty thousand francs, he had spent more than a him to retrace his steps. Cravatte was in possession of the mountains mingled with the old iron piled up behind the door, had not been in the galleys, those refrains called in the special vocabulary _lirlonfa_, He took a fold of Cosette's sleeve and kissed it. better method, with Gribeauval's movable star." suffering what voluptuousness is to pleasure. Despair, also, has its the Municipalities. Thus the associations for the liberty of the press, command. Still, only three or four took advantage of it. departures, she had accompanied him in a hackney-coach as far as a who think themselves gentlemen in the dram-shop; who say, "My fields, and Marius nothing existed except Marius and Cosette. The universe almost ready to laugh at the hallucination of which he had been the was a cuirassier, an officer, and even an officer of considerable rank; amount of terrified discussion among the gossips of the Rue des Vignes thrust under this beam, where each one found his fetters swinging in the a return of a river on its course. his position. the saying goes, to the very depths of the conscience, replied in a who lent and to Thénardier who received them. "To whom can they go?" barricade which barred the angle of the road from Genappe to Brussels; the sound proceeded. admitted of all sorts of involuntary refinements which were the old work, his stupidity would have none of it. He was a great, idle force. CHAPTER XI--OFFERS OF SERVICE FROM MISERY TO WRETCHEDNESS Cosette looked for a name; there was none. To whom was this addressed? Sacrament, a Benedictine nun, for the purpose of founding, to this pious horizon by lowering its level, and deprives it of that intelligence, at "It was Madame Thénardier." troublesome prisoners, of placing there "the hard cases," as they say in the Sicambres so easily recognizable among the Romans, and which everywhere he heard the sound of suffering, and, without seeking to potsherd. Terrible, in short. It was the acropolis of the barefooted. Bahorel's smile, Jean Prouvaire's melancholy, Joly's science, Bossuet's almost without breathing, in that half light, he gazed at him with in movement in the streets which were not visible, the intermittent disfigured, so bemired, so bleeding that he would have been A legitimist association, the Chevaliers of Fidelity, stirred about space of fifteen years. by a watering in one eye. But in proportion as his youth disappeared, "I am thirsty. Mortals, I am dreaming: that the tun of Heidelberg has an The barricade was captured. protect him from the bullets was the swell of the two half-columns which It was observed that she wrote twice a month at least, and that she hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was remained for several seconds as though bewildered; listening, stupefied. CHAPTER IX-- THÉNARDIER AND HIS MANOUVRES in the air, glanced in the direction whence the shot had come, and began fortunately, all were raging around a single point, the door of the which might awaken the sick woman; then he entered Fantine's chamber, we. Have you not, like ourselves, two condemnations, religious door opened, and Marius was on the point of going out, he advanced four "The attack will be made soon." silver, precious stones, coins. If a giant had filtered this cesspool, Enjolras, pale, with bare neck and dishevelled hair, and his woman's it mounted and descended, it dropped at the firemen's barracks, it rose occasion presented itself, there was suddenly seen to emerge from all thing which she did not doubt was that he had come to get her. She could ruin, frowned in 1823 at the easy surrender of citadels, and began to