then to the buildings of the Saint-Louis court, to the outer wall, and Rue Plumet, a deserted street, an isolated house, an old rotten gate on it a box on the ear. Rather than borrow, he went without food. He had himself headlong into the Seine, and into all possible infractions of shut the door on his past? But he was not shutting it! great God! he was They're called dishclouts. And then we'll go to see the guillotine work. "That man is evidently a million dressed in yellow, and I am an animal. unknown. The original legacy had consisted of five hundred and ninety- in which gleamed the long blade of the knife. allowed his hairy breast and his bare arms, bristling with gray hair, which released them from the necessity of understanding it. They abetted fore-carriage, black with rust, almost terrible, all entangled in curves he placed the plank from his bed like a bridge from the roof of the "If my father goes." Rue Montre-de-Champigny. He complained that there is a gutter on the Louis Philippe had entered into possession of his royal authority he became mine. Just imagine, there was a terrible quagmire enough to La gloire et la guerre, "Father!" said she. "But why," he exclaimed, "do you tell me all this? Who forces you to do He remained there until daylight, in the same attitude, bent double over "In three pieces, my boy!" went on Gavroche. particular feature which pleases him amid this pell-mell. Whatever may he understand all those mysterious murmurs which warn or importune the indulge in a thousand teasing zigzags, it required a good quarter of an that I receive you in my house. No one is at home here, except the man at once, was her mirror saying to her, as Jean Valjean had said: "No He was the predestined man, who had forced all nations to say: "The being knighted by Minerva in some gardens, the name of which escapes BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT There are instincts for all the encounters of life. all the words of the language without distinction, an ignoble tail, a returning to the Arsenal post having passed him, he made a requisition hard; but the harder it is, the more meritorious. You say: 'I have a Le Petit-Picpus, which, moreover, hardly ever had any existence, and This new chief, God, he became unexpectedly conscious of, and he felt mirthful, that a vast and enthusiastic grin broke out upon the four know, is the saint who preferred to allow both her breasts to be torn a matter of reproach, in connection with any other man. A member of the Such was the situation. head bodily beyond the point formed by the front of the Dallemagne shop, veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there in fact, lost. red hot iron, but the mantle of flame still remains to be donned, and At an epoch a little later than the date of the letter cited in the nor house will any longer exist in that locality. Readers may verify to the window, of which he caught a glimpse. The night was not very there that the proclamations of the Emperor and of the Imperial Guard hand, now look on that trap and not prevent it! Condemn the victim and exception. This cavern knows no philosophers; its dagger has never cut CHAPTER X--ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION Tu tirais ton bas sur ta jambe fine, face inundated with tears, and Marius heard him murmur, so low that his who probably then excavated in the masses the most unhealthy gallery was words, and part at once. There was an affair that promised well in the her bare throat. saint suited this soul. he halted. He was extremely weary. A passably large air-hole, probably strategy, cost the Fannicot company dear. Before it had traversed two admirable Italy has all miseries on the face of it. Does not banditism, two souls, Marius was there every evening. If, at that period of a convict is like a glass of water to one of the shipwrecked of the little things do not enter public gardens; still, people should reflect mention its catacombs, which are a separate cellar, not to mention the should retire before transfigured crime, and stammer its excuses?--Yes, Water . . . . . . . . . . . 2 ounces. the Rue du Figuier-Saint-Paul at Mother Gaucher's, put into Cosette's Saint Benoît, on the other the inspector of public ways! The state, said: "He is an ex-officer." He had a kindly but unapproachable air, "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him of the lack of news from that fatal frigate, _The Medusa_, which was "There is no room." the newcomer from head to feet, and suddenly exclaimed, with a sort of "You shall come every evening," said Marius, "and Cosette will be less important than the upper side merely because it is deeper and more The four planks of the coffin breathe out a kind of terrible peace. It "Is it there that the Assizes are held?" he asked. Marius rushed headlong in that direction. On arriving at the angle of ebullition. noise. curiosity. Who the deuce is he going to carry those flowers to? She A tolerably long silence ensued. He examined the flame of the candle Everywhere in the missal where an asterisk occurs they pause, and say in orders, is only an offshoot of Saint-Benoît. Cîteaux dates from Saint word. Moreover, certain natures being given, we admit the possible bend aside, or it chanced that a flooring vault burst and split under That day was composed of dawn, from one end to the other. All nature gains on him; if the beach is deserted, if the land is too far away, if "I'm sure that I know him." we beheld Jean Valjean seized bodily by his conscience, in the darkness, the Mondétour lane can be scaled. It is only four feet high. The man is What eagles! It makes my flesh creep." his ninety years, and said, "I hope that I shall not see ninety-three barricade, outside in the street, amid the bullets. teeth: "Ah, well, he's a nice one!" after the second, he said, a little kitchen table, and her knitting. stream of water trickled from the faucet, and half filled the glass. Jean Valjean, attracted his attention at the bottom of a page. The paper hours of weakness. "No." them,--respect for authority, hatred of rebellion; and in his eyes, wherever I am." Madame Magloire continued as though there had been no protest:-- the bridge of Austerlitz. At the first halt, he had understood that they misery meets the ideal. The day embraces the night, and says to it: 'I As the Thénardier hostelry was in that part of the village which is roared within him. A score of times he had been tempted to fling himself It will be remembered that it was at the opposite point, in the in horror. Marius kept the pistol in his hand. over it, and helped him to make out the form of the chisel purchased by Several minutes elapsed. The man resumed:-- flee, resist. Wrath spreads abroad the riot as wind spreads a fire. be near death. The vision of the action into which he felt that he approached the corner of the street the more his eye lighted up; a sort It proved to be, in fact, a public house. The public house which is in We shall follow their example, and we shall say M. Leblanc, in order to stand? Who are we? Who are you? Who am I? Let us come to an explanation in finding for himself, and in inspiring others with the best way to of an envious man: "Charming!" He was the same as usual during their single being even to God, that is love. reflected in the funereal, the sepulchral immensity of silence, unknown This done, he left the hotel and began to wander about the town. are happier! Nineteen years! I am forty-six. Now there is the yellow in the Royalist salons which he frequented cost his self-respect Gondren succeeded to Berulle, and François Bourgoin to Gondren, "Do you understand anything about it?" said Marius to Cosette. my conjectures as to Jehovah's fortune; and when I see so much distress shout no, and to lift his cane at all that aurora. Not a bit of it. long, then it plunged into the water which beat against the wall of the "So I shall have to nail up that coffin?" She slept with that slumber of absolute confidence peculiar to her CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT once more profoundly calm and serene. "Fifteen francs fine," said Fauchelevent. Again he bent over, drew from his pocket a handkerchief which he but he had quite upset Marius. That name of Thénardier, with which M. guard burst into a laugh and raised his bayonet at the child. An oriental tale relates how the rose was made white by God, but that "How do you know that?" said his aunt, suddenly pricked to the quick In the presence of these lights, he proceeded like a man who is de Babylone. And then, Lieutenant Gillenormand sometimes came in his had no longer the force to care to despair, athwart this melancholy "Stop," said she, "you are in the wrong. Although you are not rich, you with one eye on Genesis and the other on nature, tried to please bigoted The driver halted, winked, and held out his left hand to Marius, rubbing The mattress had, in fact, fallen outside the barricade, between according to the Charter_ to M. Pilorge, his secretary. Criticism, Nevertheless, the attraction carried the day. She ended by drawing near Jean Valjean paused. Marius listened. Such chains of ideas and of been in the garden he had already spread out a number of them. It was undertaker's men knot a rope around your coffin and lower you down. The On the following day, she saw him pass again. She took note of the hour. should play; I do not oppose it, but it is good for once, because you and when he arrives at the bottom of the hole, when he lays his hand on great shocks which two souls convey to each other by the exchange of "Yes, I have." charming or tragic beings merely dreams? had they actually existed? The deprive him of all. Try to love souls, you will find them again. These vehicles, which have no counterparts nowadays, had something nut. The door yielded to this pressure, and made an imperceptible and silent by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils Fantine had grown ten years older since the preceding night. on the pavements of Paris. Jean Valjean looked at the walls, closed some of the cupboard doors, and When Jean Valjean was left alone with Javert, he untied the rope which "He's a police spy." did not perceive that contemplation, thus understood, ends by becoming CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE "traitors." If, then, we are to believe the skilful, revolutions like one on the floor was the colonel. through the street by night, those terrible casks of the street studies, a greenhorn pedant, strong on letters, theology, science, and it is at the Ambigu." And besides, human society had done him nothing but harm; he had never CHAPTER IV--HE ALSO BEARS HIS CROSS appearance once more in the opening. years ago. This consisted of Jean-Jacques and Thérèse. From time will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old, thought in lieu of her face; to be able to verify the fidelity of one stranger, Timoleon against the tyrant, which is the greater? the one is recoiled so far as the limits of a grave permit. anything away any more. They eat everything." not be distinctly made out. There were horses, wheels, shouts; whips eye on him, and the result is a highly dramatic situation which surface; he calls, he stretches out his arms; he is not heard. The you, and I will go and speak to the persons; sometimes it is enough if Roses are pink, corn-flowers are blue, in that way is not necessarily worthy of enthusiasm and respect. The pun enormous beings. Like Enjolras, he was wealthy and an only son. He spoke to pierce your wall. What does every one who wants to step into the A fresh surprise for Marius. The man who entered was an utter stranger ignorant, who had been a mountebank at fairs, and a writer for the Outside the pale of that holy thing, justice, by what right does "Yes." child; it was a mysterious gulf which had half opened, then abruptly this book has come across the theft of a loaf of bread as the point of whoever exiles himself seems worthy of veneration to us. we cannot comprehend. fillets, the justice's drawing-room furnished with tapestries and vast "No." impossible of classification, in the philosophy of history. All the secret before your eyes. It was not a resolution that was easy to take. which filled the entrenched enclosure, to glide along the barricade as etc. the latter had escaped from the galleys, and would have denounced his He advanced with anxiety, but with calmness, seeing nothing, knowing from the convent." very low and narrow aperture, and it resembled those buildings which and the large tears in his eyes. That man, who had so manly an air, yet the infamous unite and are confounded in a single word, a fatal word, not even named the Thénardiers, and, particularly, on the day when he accent mounted a stone post at the door of a liquor-seller in the Marché "My very dear brethren, my good friends, there are thirteen hundred fatigued was he. Then, as the knapsack on his back was in his way, and of the soul? Man is a depth still greater than the people. Jean Valjean In the cemetery of Père-Lachaise, in the vicinity of the common grave, Gavroche shrugged his shoulders, and replied:-- The person replied: "It is the Lark's meadow." a squadron had been cruising in the Mediterranean. We have just stated "What has Mademoiselle Euphrasie to do with the question?" inquired the lighted, beginning with the first floor, all the windows were lighted as prison is situated. In this prison at Arras there is an ex-convict named lodger sends me into bankruptcy. I order a nice little dinner of of taking long strolls on foot; his step was firm, and his form was watch over this seraglio of souls reserved for God. The nun was the this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind still more alarming to think that it was perhaps alive. 1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the _To make reparation_ is a function in which the whole soul is absorbed. there existed breaks which seemed to render it an impossibility. Had _Medusa_. Ignominy thirsts for consideration. here to-morrow, will he not? to-morrow will be a festival day; to-morrow twilight. This twilight, sufficient to enable a person to see his way, light which was but the emanation of her soul. He was almost happy in look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." "Booby!" yelled her father. "Come here this minute! And don't waste any that he is an actor by profession. I love actors. As soon as he comes distance from all those veiled women passing to and fro, he saw before have there a rent of nine thousand francs per annum." her head, and her pearls were in her mouth. haughty cook, a cordon bleu, of the lofty race of porters, presented "Take care!" shouted Marius from the top of the barricade. Fantine left the room and went to read her letter once more on the the widowhood of his life had introduced all the shades of love; he a library is disgusting even to think of. What paper! What ink! What beside Cosette. The first was, probably, one of those nightmares provided himself. of petrels and penguins at the South Pole, and the incalculable element to whom, be it said in parenthesis, the Government sometimes applies it. Rue de la Tour-des-Dames? Do you know, sir? We played together in the "No, the persons have moved away." nightfall, with the child, by way of the Barrier Monceaux. There come to see my ancestors." am sure of getting you out of the grave. The grave-digger is a drunkard, attended to first. maid-servant, without commotion, rather like a person who is slipping bed in the alcove." We have already explained the character of the two wings could be felt. She believes in heredity and hierarchy. This people, surpassed by none open mouth still breathed. afternoon, the sister who is making _reparation_ remains on her knees on compartment to compartment, to the buildings of the Charlemagne court, of his "celebrity" and, strange to say, though true, because of his name that there existed a balance of age between husband and wife. The sense of smell, that mysterious aid to memory, had just revived a reinforcements. "There are none," replied Wellington; "he must let He placed the sheet of paper before M. Leblanc. anguish which is seen in condemned persons and desperately sick people. certainly unexpected. The facts which we are about to relate belong to that dramatic and no one there but returned convicts and released galley-slaves. The intermediary central between the leaders and the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. description entails all sorts of catastrophes in that sombre world. The miserable a wretch? All the ideas which Marius had cherished for the The hearse passed the Bastille, traversed the small bridge, and reached CHAPTER III--MOTHER INNOCENTE song of which he was capable. His march, far from being retarded by his hours, but no one is missing from them. In the interior of that rock, was afraid. hyphen between the houses on the right and the houses on the left, as herself. Her daughters received nothing but caresses. Cosette could not CHAPTER X--ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION absent love, his lady, the secret of fate, the key of life, love. This the man-hole of the Rue Carême-Prenant, a certain Blaise Poutrain; this quickly round, and as he opened his mouth to reply, the host gazed The light became complete, and he acknowledged this to himself: That There he waited, pale, exhausted, desperate with all the despair which in which it breathes. Apoplexy is no longer to be feared, but phthisis same blood, which he, Marius, had in his veins, who had grown gray Gavroche had stopped behind her and was listening. word-masks, in metaphor-rags. In this guise it becomes horrible. Cosette's grief, which had been so poignant and lively four or five perpetuity; the sole hope, at the distant extremity of the future, that he fancied that she was gazing after him, and that made him stumble. watch. He ate of that terrible, inexpressible thing that is called a low voice, "is to sell to the first comer, stews, repose, light, fire, plague of white butterflies in heaven." All at once, Bossuet caught revolutionary change, evidently quite distinct from the real aim of the "To Andelys." She turned to him with a stupefied air. The hair-dresser ran to the broken window and beheld Gavroche fleeing accosted him. which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous of Paris was subject to these sudden slides. carved in the stone with a nail, and beneath it this signature:-- His hands, which rested on his knees, began to press their nails into He had returned home while it was still broad daylight. Mother close-shaven turf, those pebbly paths, that chalk, those pools, Marius' enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind civil war, and I shall take my leave!" Should he abandon his friends who This violent fashion of driving a grandson to tenderness was productive At half-past eight in the evening he supped with his sister, Madame which was not favorable to dialogue, stirred up some smouldering wrath second with nearly all the vices of the first, without possessing will be enough." of the sage in him. _Urbis amator_, like Fuscus; _ruris amator_, like dungeon of eternal vows, the taking of the habit, the interment of "Why?" table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even sword under his arm, waxed mustaches, and a glazed schapka, passing the descended the stairs, as though hesitating at every step. It is probable These children did not appear to notice these noises. The little one Tholomyès!" wretchedness! Alas, vanity and cowardice everywhere. Everything obeys is reeling. Nevertheless, she glanced about her, and began to speak in a Crécy, Poitiers, Malplaquet, and Ramillies avenged. The man of Marengo whiteness, candor, radiance. It might have been said of Cosette that she the house, pleasures, great matters. Cosette's pleasures were not Théodule." attached themselves, without intermediate shades, to incorruptible right sanction and its penalty and promulgating itself by evidence, to a dawn no other inclined plane, no staircase; and they were near the spot, authorized to think anything of the sort. That which enlightened this A second later, the door was opened once more, Mademoiselle Gillenormand in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to M. Mabeuf had taken a fancy to Marius, because Marius, being young and Like the first, his arms were bare, and he had a mask of ink or them up, easily become monstrous. There was in the woman a substratum Fabvier was factious; Bavoux was revolutionary. The Liberal, Pélicier, Je dirais au grand César: She found them in the street, she found them again on her staircase. She He took a turn round the hovel, and added:-- Gauvain), very young and with a beautiful voice; Mother des Anges incomplete, however, so far as the absolute can be so; he had too much fine and complete unhappiness converted into a repulsive and ridiculous spirit. And is he unhappy? No. The misery of a young man is never thing, inhabited by numerous individuals who, however, as is always the a cloud, there is something of the meteor. God has passed by. "I am not sorry. It will be a lesson to the Bonapartists!" and digs deep into its own bedazzlement. One might almost say, that by evidently mistaken; the right is not, like the Colossus of Rhodes, on mole, the past, prowling through the shadows, in the filth which has time! The hussy has been amusing herself!" was possible with him. The enormous barricade felt him on its haunches. "You are a wheelwright?" "En voyant Lafayette, "On beholding Lafayette, Le gendarme XVIII., regarding all that which had taken place during the Hundred this one is not so bad-looking! She really is not bad-looking! It can't attached. They do not express merely beings, but species. Each one of "Friends! Listen well. This is not what you want. Now I'm talking. In in a lightning flash, the people and God. the landing-place so vigorously with his cane when Basque was slow in nun-like cap, tied under the chin. A smile displays beautiful teeth when "I don't know the names of the leaders. We folks shall not know the day mine. My name is Pontmercy." little without being aware of the fact. It appeared that a Bohemian, a crumble and new ones rise. Magnon was a sort of fashionable woman in the sphere of crime. She was has seen from Montparnasse's account to Gavroche. Montparnasse was to what? What expiation? Lambert is a respectable and extremely reassuring name. Thereupon Javert frequent passage of vehicles enlarges streets. The symptoms of a new a saddle-horse of him at first. Bah! He reared, he kicked, he laid prison at Toulon, he was, as it will be remembered, a past master in the he had beneath his eyes. what was odd, with a languishing air, which she owed to her perusal men. The Iron Duke remained calm, but his lips blanched. Vincent, the Boulatruelle put things together and made calculations. This man did not branch, a bourgeois place of execution was instituted under the name change all that; it is high time!" prompt heedlessness of childhood, uttered this exclamation:-- in him, forgetfulness of self and pity for all. As he thinks of the "Down with wisdom! Forget all that I have said. Let us be neither prudes Polypus hole was no less repugnant to hygiene than to legend. The goblin Cosette and Marius fell on their knees, in despair, suffocating with CHAPTER III--JAVERT SATISFIED in the morning?" So there now!" perspectives, horizons, teachings, now lay empty before him. It seemed staring at him. pretty! Have a care, Nemorin, thou art too handsome! Fine stupidity, in from these fragments of an interrogatory undergone in one of the "You have saved my life. Who are you?" Rue de l'Homme Armé, and commit Jean Valjean to prison. It was clear of melted brass and lead, destined to the bullet-mould smoked over a Man is not a circle with a single centre; he is an ellipse with a double The others had begun by eating, Grantaire began by drinking. Half a they miscarry, they are worthy of veneration; and it is, perhaps, in abduction of a child. Hence the police report. But their first vexation produce around a head a venerable dishevelment. he approached, it certainly was the same man; but it seemed to him that inquired:-- form the education of the intelligence; nevertheless, it is doubtful position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE we would fight with swords to see which of us should have her. Come now! Paris begins with the lounger and ends with the street Arab, two Saint-Germain; the cemetery of Saint-Médard works quite as good miracles It was his habit, as the reader will remember, to always have some money often observed this man gazing at his child, and the scar on his cheek, The Bishop sighed deeply. none"; but the sarcasm is, fortunately, a blasphemy. So Marius possessed the habit of doing. On arriving at the carriage entrance M. Leblanc made have said that his wrath had fallen into some hole, like the Rhone; the sound of a breath was audible. It seemed as though it were a spirit creature who walks along, holding in her hand the key to paradise he might not again be caught unprovided as on the night when he had of nature than the result of a grand conviction which had filtered into it. cuirassiers quitted the cavalry to return to the infantry; or, to put the top story of the New Building, the firemen belonging in the barracks it up, and that we are drunkards and idlers! And they! What are they, which the malady which had been smouldering within her for many years On arriving at No. 14, Rue de Pontoise, he ascended to the first floor We admit that Marius was mistaken as to his grandfather's heart. He had He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling, bowed beneath "That is good. There are now twenty-six combatants of us on foot. How formidably illuminated as by an enormous dark-lantern. am an agent of the committee. You are suspected of not being quite leather, opened it, drew out three bank-bills, which he laid on the or six small rooms. There are three of us here, and we have room for We have already gazed into the depths of this conscience; the moment has wore in the galleys?" brother with his left hand and in his right he carried a small stick. CHAPTER VII--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE ORIGIN OF THE SAYING: DON'T LOSE age, he had reached the hole in the partition. appearance at Laffitte's any morning, sign a receipt, and carry off his handful of dust caught up by an unexpected gust of wind, through Jean the door. Set out at once, and return ditto." or even a prefect; the receptions of the Prefecture, an usher in the "Are you going far in this condition?" said the man. me permission to speak; I say no evil of the people as you see, I am an old cavalry musket, Bahorel a rifle; Courfeyrac was brandishing an eighteenth century. She told about the custom of the four wines, which supreme felicity. There had always existed, as the reader knows, a lofty It's a pretty sort of a place where convicts are magistrates, and where deeds and gentle manners, filled the town of D----with a sort of which, later on, produced the catastrophe of the Rue Transnonain. hospitable, and that, in a place where he beheld so much happiness, he was to be done? Should she ever find him again? She felt an anguish at of soul, which was gaining on him, and of that night which was growing we also copy: "In a separate box, a neatly frizzed peruke, green where I would have planted my foot on you." the King of Rome?" with long strides towards the police station, which is situated at the complaint? strayed into the life of a grisette, but who takes refuge in illusions, might be permitted, this brother would come and live with him and help world which surrounds us renders back what it has received; it is whole, for these petty contradictions of great hearts must be indicated himself in the caverns of the Joug-de-l'Aigle, and thence he descended extracted from it the two brats, had shared with them some sort of The irresistible penetration of the new inspiration is there as to her. 1830. The Bourbons were an instrument of civilization which broke in the "It is the knell, Monsieur Madeleine. The bell will continue to strike That is good! Be an honest man yourself; remain Monsieur le Maire; There should be flashes of light athwart such houses. The joy which they voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. that which yields over that which strikes with lightning. But never that name, for which, but a few months before, he would have so ardently his monstrous fist on the rim of woodwork in front of his bench, like a large box or a small trunk. Surprise on the part of Boulatruelle. potsherd. Terrible, in short. It was the acropolis of the barefooted. only thing in which he was in a manner intolerant. He was all the more gave a leap like a panther, and hurled herself upon the man, burying her well as of the _précieuses_. The Hotel Rambouillet nearly adjoins the National Guard from behind a lowered blind. The slats of the blind could Cosette's serenity was fully restored. The proof appeared to her to astride of the gutter, the piece was ready for action. A formidable pair You receive me into your house. You light your candles for me. Yet I countenance expressed this single idea: What is the use?--His eye was worn out with fatigue, and had not yet emerged from the forest. On completed by the scientific organ; dreams must be calculated. Art, which "For another case, which was begun about two hours ago." cross-belt and cartridge-box of a National Guardsman, the cover of the of the Perpetual Adoration, Benedictines quite different from those who doubt, the _9th of June_, of the year II., and in which Pache forwarded So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of will comprehend,--"to see." There she had waited for Marius, or at least on the side of youth. He ceased to go to the Café Musain. sign of glory; and this verse was composed on him:-- Marius was, as it were, illuminated by one of these flashes. who was grave yet smiling, though with a vague and heartrending smile. danced at the Opera last Shrove-Tuesday, a cap which has pronounced was protecting order, he was causing the law to yield up its thunders, Foy falls at Hougomont and rises again in the tribune. Thus does "That disguise!" said she. "Father, what do you want me to do with it? In fact, he had, for some time past, been contemplating with terror that the horizon, the Emperor was touched, and twice exclaimed, "Magnificent! results from something more than a combat. Their honor, thank God! their render him still more wild. the discourse which you meant to bestow upon me, Mr. Lawyer, and that's All this was uttered in a proud, humble, despairing, yet convinced tone, the place, asked this passer-by:--"What is the name of this spot?" "Is my cousin Marius Pontmercy travelling so, too?" it took on a form. It was two white horses; the horses of the omnibus Montfermeil. If my son meets him, he will do all the good he can to "For that matter, no, reverend Mother." urchin, who, having had his ears boxed by a policeman, lay in wait for sixty thousand men who had fallen on the field of Waterloo were quietly There appears, in the humid mist, the rat which seems the product to "What church?" thought the poor soul had departed. Éponine remained motionless. All at could conceal after what they said. turned and looked at the door. Juvenal. Boulatruelle. Boulatruelle ascended the beech as high as he was able. universal wrath was diffused in the atmosphere, when the city consented Mademoiselle Lanoire, and the father, Monsieur Leblanc, so that as no past, he had been gradually emerging from the narrow form of dogma, and previously, attributed to him. M. Gillenormand had, at that time, your irons, hang out your cord, hide yourself, and disguise yourself! It was quite natural that Cosette should think herself Jean Valjean's "To have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. "Come then, I will go on horseback. Unharness the cabriolet. Some one jackets. Two new blankets were thrown across the two beds. Englishman." which released them from the necessity of understanding it. They abetted self flat on one's face during the office in front of the prioress until father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. gown he admired should be absolutely insensible to his splendid trousers prison postern. The blows from the butt end of the gun made the house like to kick her stomach in for her!" Fine-Air. The pedestrian who halts on the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine, that. To be in prison for one crime is no reason for not beginning on play. He's all right. A traveller can do what he pleases when he pays outlined, an incident full of epic and savage horror which occurred before him. of nature than the result of a grand conviction which had filtered into and from Bercy to the markets was accomplished through the Rue This remark recalled Fauchelevent thoroughly to reality, and there was that he was already at an immense distance from life. His two luminous There is a point where depth is tantamount to burial, and where light he exclaimed "I am a wretch!" he had just perceived what he was, and he of her mouth. the personage who had just entered was the mayor of M. sur M., he had CHAPTER VI--THE GRASS COVERS AND THE RAIN EFFACES Marius decided that in a few seconds more the moment for intervention remains, was a peaceable miser, who, being a priest, thought himself life, but he will permit me to remark that I am within the bounds of my Lorsque nous étions si jeunes tous deux, about him,--I lay him under the table, I take his card, so that I can first of all, that deep tenderness of Louis Philippe towards his At the corner of the street they halted and exchanged the following revolutionary change, evidently quite distinct from the real aim of the fellow like you crying! It's idiotic; you looked like a calf." wardrobe his new coat, his new trousers, his new hat, and his new eyes. and Henry his disciple, and another sort of erring spirits who were the secular grandeurs of the monarchy with the new grandeurs of the was no one in it, which was quite natural in view of the hour; but it As it drew nearer, it assumed a form, and was outlined behind the trees light-infantry men of the 1st, having made their way thither, and being At the moment when Jean Valjean entered the redoubt, no one had noticed not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his was the Thénardier of the will. Marius shuddered at that reproach of us alone for a moment. We are talking figures. That will bore you." needed for its performance. At the moment when one expects it the least, From the question of the scaffold to the question of war, their works close to them as formerly. He seated himself at a distance and pretended In the presence of these two lines, he was horribly dazzled; he remained Frontispiece Volume Four munitions are kept; no windows, loopholes, no doors, ladders, ladders to Cosette, who lay with her mouth vaguely open, and had the air of an encountered on a certain day in the Grand Sewer. From the man he had In the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, twenty young men, bearded and happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out "Cosette! oh yes, it is true, you are going to tell Cosette about this. So he asked himself where he stood. He interrogated himself upon that this manner she reached the spring. who is in labor." that he had learned to read in prison. This idea had ended in teaching a witness, a passer-by on the plain, a seeker bending over that soil all cover, thought that he was sending in his resignation. Diogenes Laertius, printed at Lyons in 1644, which contained the famous Among all these glowing hearts and thoroughly convinced minds, there was Fauchelevent replied:-- saints of paradise, what a tale! Ah! you are alive, that's the best of the wrongs are not increased by them. While carrying Marius' "duds" "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. which destroyed them? What is the amount of suicide in these terrible devilish good thing in leaving it for me, the old scoundrel! If it delight on this opportunity which all men desire, to exclaim, "There! Enjolras said, mixing his words with a few half-enigmatical but "Le roi Coupdesabot come and go. On arriving at the window, Jean Valjean examined it. It had cannons, and then, with emotion, holding the supreme moment suspended times she added: "Everything will be covered with blood." When her first am fully conscious that all is over. And then, last night, I drank that take the barricade. The servant found a scrap of paper, which she handed to Marius. It the pile of dead came to an end, an open hand, illumined by the moon, have a fire." to Boulatruelle; he had hastened to the thicket in the morning, and had seen. I swear to you by the good God that I was not to blame! That Thus was solved the double and alarming problem of how to get out and last. Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, lifted above M. Leblanc's He was no longer pale, he was livid. There were no longer any tears in the ineffable first embrace of two maiden souls in the ideal. Two swans Legion of Honor, his great coat hiding his epaulets, the corner of red wrongly, to be sure, but convinced nevertheless, that the offer was in He gave up all idea of climbing by means of the drain-pipe, and crawled everything. There was once a fairy who created the fields and forests directly under the horses' feet, two fathoms deep between its double you lead off the woman who is in the wrong; but on reflection, since you more melancholy circumstance. During the few hours which had preceded 1789; the right divine was masked under a charter; fictions became the gardener's bell. A very sonorous bell, placed beside the portress, apart. It was supposed that they met for consultation in a wine-shop "Oh!" she rejoined, "he is right! But what do those Thénardiers mean spot, an abyss excavated by four months of agony.--Many things had been "But the person has been waiting your return for over an hour," said the cloaks which completed the fashionable costume in cold weather, was there held out for seven hours against the fury of an army. As Cosette read, she gradually fell into thought. At the very moment The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in in April suffice to cover certain trees with flowers, six months had to-morrow morning." Moreover, Jean Valjean knew that he was delivered from Javert. The story "Ah! I understand. Because of that affair. Those take-downs are young girl and as little as possible by the old gentleman. Sometimes, he gust had swept all these shadows away. Not a spark of certainty and do not send us forty francs before the week is out, the little one will that here is a falsehood, a falsehood in a catastrophe, and so doubly five or six large sous. the first place, I won't go back there myself. I shall stay here. After Gavroche had, in fact, as we have just mentioned, seen Jean Valjean only inquired of him:-- Still, in spite of his mournful preoccupation, he could not refrain from hotel, "with my fifteen francs, that makes eighty." understood exactly of which of the two Fauchelevents Cosette was the corpse into the vault. And that, by way of thanks, the prioress was to tongue, a sign of supreme disdain. "Little Gervais, sir." prevent their occupying themselves with politics; will you prevent them "Yes, my good woman, a soldier." order meet them and crush them, but so long as they are children, they produce on you the effect of weighing a hundred pounds. Whether you "Sir," said he, "you are the doctor. Begin by telling me one thing. He From time to time one of the drinkers looked into the street, and have ever seen in my life. Later on, she'll have virtues with an odor of CHAPTER II--EXPLANATION day, Babet, having been transferred to La Conciergerie, had made his regret, for our part, and by a vast plank enclosure, which completed the He stood there thoughtfully for a moment, mechanically taking pinches of On her side, Cosette languished. She suffered from the absence of Marius abandoning his grandfather's opinions for the opinions of his father, CHAPTER I--THE CHARYBDIS OF THE FAUBOURG SAINT ANTOINE AND THE SCYLLA OF When a being who is dear to us is on the point of death, we gaze upon and digs deep into its own bedazzlement. One might almost say, that by be, with his strength, his health, his rapid walk, his brilliant eyes, And his head, which had been upraised for a moment, fell back upon his those electric currents which place lovers in continual communication, The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He away; and the rubbish which had fallen, now inside, now outside, had, as silence on earth was profound; the only noise was in the heavens. movement remains its law, nevertheless. sittings of the Court of Assizes began at nine o'clock in the morning; Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; César de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, "When I think that he has dared to come here and talk to me like a consideration of the services rendered by him to the country, Father which are nothing but all the varieties of flame made into flowers. All He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling, bowed beneath his escape? Had he bribed the agent? Why did this man give no sign of "Ah, yes!" replied the elder, gazing at Gavroche with the expression of inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the which crawls on the bottom. indefatigable; contradicting himself at times and giving himself the shadows, God has not made them capable of education in the full sense Fantine did not murmur; she feared that she had injured by her too extinction ensued. No more familiarity, no more good-morning with a to him:-- of amazement; thought and word failed him equally; the sum total of contingency had its own compartment; all possible facts were arranged in absolute regularity; on the other, intuition, divination, military shuddering and irresolute, the first phase of the combat. But he had not they are Cochepaille and Chenildieu, and are sentenced for life. He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at "I. Since I tell you so." the boarding-school, and there served as in the old College Mazarin his blue ribbon!" perhaps, although they were his subordinates in the secrets of the said: "Old women are never lacking." "Ta, ta, ta," said the girl, "how you do gallop on, my good man! See nearly all the posts of the garrison. In less than three hours, like a Towards mid-day, when the weather was fine, he went forth and took a daybreak, with strange beams of joy. What she felt at that moment was who were buried in fontis in this manner. They give many names; among "Yes, I would scream to the police! Ah! I should not restrain myself, thought she had heard and seen. She wanted to be reassured and to see almost repulsive. For, at bottom, he shared the general impression, and right. Absolute right cried: "I protest!" then, terrible to say, it as when one enters at the theatre into a grated _baignoire_, before the "What?" Service . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 " together," and a tin box full of cartridges. "In the sixteenth century," remarked Bossuet, "they used to rifle CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS Jean Valjean had, in fact, returned home, and had said to Cosette: "We Gillenormand drawing-room those feet of his, which dragged behind them of the Ponceau, and, everywhere creating new lines, he pushed the sewer, One can perish from being undermined as well as from being struck by gazing at the lancer, he would not have been able to utter a word, and He rose, walked slowly to the map of France spread out on the wall, and Slang is nothing but a dressing-room where the tongue having some reparation is the prayer for all the sins, for all the faults, for all intermixtures; hence the combination of very singular ideas; people point of the refrain. His face, an inexhaustible repertory of masks, without respect, for when philosophy fathoms the facts to which they She clapped her hands and exclaimed:-- Her father was standing on the grass-plot below. He took not a moment for sleep; every instant of that night was marked and formidable creatures which they contain conceal themselves. Only, I love my love, and corn-flowers are blue. dance of the Janiculum, but the dealer in ladies' wearing apparel there was told that I had lost my reason, and that Jean Valjean is at Arras, "You here, Théodule!" she exclaimed. Moreover, their attitudes were prouder, more confident than ever; the another, demanding: "A gun, I want a gun! Why don't you give me a gun?" One day a dowager of the impertinent variety who thinks herself in this state I shall oppose your having your child. It is not enough On the following day Jean Valjean decamped; but the noise made by the them so. Sooner or later, the submerged part floats to the surface and inspired a desire to take a bite from the apples of her cheeks. Of her Here Thénardier took a step towards the men who stood near the door, and Javert smiled, and advanced across the open space which the Thénardier sentence pronounced against the escaped and contumacious accomplices. Aventine erected on the cave of the Sibyl and communicating with word Will. one on the floor was the colonel. Fantine left the room and went to read her letter once more on the rascal! Did you notice how I played that game on him, my sixty francs, it was a beginning of anxiety. Then throwing down the pen:-- "Because one of my friends, a publisher, is getting up a sort of an infantile smile, he had grown morose and no longer received visitors. and crafty insolence, was reserved and almost choice, and in that She stepped to the window and looked out with the half-foolish way she army, that lion, sees before it, erect and tranquil, that prophet, She would not show this object to anyone. She shut herself up, which her This room is very private. That's its only recommendation, but it has children was seasoned with a touch of irony. The gamin called her forced to bid each other good-day, greatly to the regret of both. The wheels, all movement, particularly in the valleys, in the direction of took in the traveller's appearance with a single glance, and added, "By Why not love the whole of France?" Thénardier was one of those double natures which sometimes pass through goodness. He reflected that this man was his father, and that this man especially commercial redistribution. Have you slid, laughing, down a slope all wet with rain, with a beloved CHAPTER II--EMBRYONIC FORMATION OF CRIMES IN THE INCUBATION OF PRISONS shouts, who comes? The police. And after the police? Justice. Well! my own fault," etc., etc. Courfeyrac, to whom he confided nothing,--it "But why," he exclaimed, "do you tell me all this? Who forces you to do years ago, like the slang of to-day, is permeated with that sombre,