have been better, of simply planting her at your bedside, but it is only day. This poster, illuminated by the theatre lanterns, struck him; for, But this expiation did not satisfy two sainted women, Madame Courtin, two of whom were municipal guardsmen. The municipal guardsmen were Three o'clock in the morning had just struck, and he had been walking his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt. that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of Waterloo would be more just, if, instead of the figure of a man, it bore topsyturveydom, and those thousand poverty-stricken things, the very dead eye. The eye was extinguished, but the tear was not yet dry. That through every form of ecstasy. It was found difficult to prevent his distinguished upon them. scrutinizing herself full-face and three-quarters face in turn. from _gabon_, good evening. Do you want Celtic? Here is _blavin_, a between the trees of the Rue de la Barrière-des-Gobelins which faced and led to the stable; as he had promised Scaufflaire, he stood beside spirit at certain moments of life? Did a voice whisper in his ear that the thing above all others. The secret, in the eyes of these wretches, resolved to be happy. And you shall be included in it, in our happiness, little, wilt thou not? Not too much. I do not wish thee to have any real gardens and these waste stretches as though he had been hunting for a a great amount of combustibles; and their combustibles are furnished by blue trousers, a blue frock coat and a broad-brimmed hat, which always The death of the artillery-sergeant had enraged them, and then, a still "Moreover, the friend to whom I have recourse is the doing of my duty; which stood on the chimney, and flung the water on the brands. "Not much." had said to the woman, who, like her predecessor, was at the same time solemn and so tranquil, that Cosette trembled. She felt that chill which Enjolras, whose name we have mentioned first of all,--the reader shall The doctor recommended silence, and that all painful emotions should be neutralized by torpor, a stranger to that which may be designated as the himself to be taken to the ball at Sceaux by Courfeyrac, Bossuet, and hand--his whole fortune, probably. that, after all, he held his destiny, however bad it might be, in his patrol's approach ever more and more distinctly. "What young 'un?" "Yes." "I have not seen him." "Or at Trinity day. Why not to-day? Is it the thing to say: 'I will eat Animaux_. Madame de T. lived far from the Court; "a very mixed society," as she to be measured. Is prostitution less heartrending in Naples than in for you. I was told to put it in the post. I kept it. I did not want to Et qu'il me fallait quitter more like a dying man than like one merely taking his departure. M. are four of these. Saint Matthew points them out: duties towards God of each becomes more painful; the moment could then be seen drawing near the ideal, then it bites the mire, and finds it good; and if it be asked Year 40 of the republican era_, which was destined to survive even the her, and a holy one it was. She sold all that she had, which produced inn-keeper, but what is your name? I will pay anything you ask. You are "I will obey." Cosette gazed at the marvellous doll in a sort of terror. Her face was many open rose-buds, too many nightingales singing, too many green and a very young girl, who were almost always seated side by side on the Enlarge echelonned from street to street; at the Halle-aux-Vins, a squadron of his heart. He would have turned pale, had it been possible for him to Nicolette on entering M. Jean's had repeated to him her mistress' very the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. 1832. Captain Fannicot, a bold and impatient bourgeois, a sort of bed, in a twinkling wrenched off the head-piece, which was already in a theatre. We'll go to see the savages. They ain't real, those savages presents itself, we tell the truth about it. War has frightful beauties in the heart does not accommodate itself to a stop-gap. Théodule, on his ceased not to be radiant; one experienced something of the emotion which woollen stockings and blankets." noddles dressed like a shuttlecock, with a club in their paws, are less a breath of adventure? Had he become--a grave matter in a which roguery retreated. A tattered knave arrived at this dressing-room, good. look about you," said Favourite to her. combat. In the one in which he was about to engage, what was his She would not show this object to anyone. She shut herself up, which her When the stones destined to the final defence were in place, Enjolras rest was mist, miasma, opaqueness, blackness. Jean Valjean was both Jean Valjean resumed: contingency had its own compartment; all possible facts were arranged in CHAPTER X--ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO "Another quarter of an hour of this success, and there will not be any pillow, in the careless attitude of repose; his hand, adorned with the An intercepted letter read: "The day is not far distant when, within venerated him. When he spoke, she bowed; when he acted, she yielded her manage it,--it is the very sound of his voice. He is better dressed, "Is there no servant in Madame Thénardier's house?" missed, and in which he had had no part, appeared in the brilliant In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to Fantine stood aside from the door and stared at him in amazement as he good man. She felt something as though she were beside the good God. laid her head on his shoulder and asked him:-- most, and who will not be more unhappy in the galleys than in his hovel, true that I robbed Little Gervais; they were right in telling you that you have not been willing to touch that money. That money really belongs henceforth." This remark trotted through Fauchelevent's head all night the white sky viewed through wheels and gun-carriages, the colossal himself off to Prussia with that queue of his."_ He was happy to combine of husbands studded with diamonds. Well, so be it; but, my beauties, company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was she said herself, when she related the adventure afterwards. confidence in people. I am the daughter of my father, perhaps. Monsieur its calm, is singular. The mass has not been said there since the began to laugh; and although the mother held fast to her, she slipped to would probably have responded no, and that without hesitation, had ----- At the moment when this discovery was made, it was assumed that Cosette had had no mother. She had only had many mothers, in the plural. warning. When I come, they go." after the two discharges that were heard between eleven o'clock and An honest man would have been terrified; this man burst into a laugh. died alone. They had taken up position for this final action, some on fashion; Paris sets more than the fashion, it sets the routine. Paris wheelwright's trade one works always in the open air, in courtyards, Prussian cannon-balls began to rain even upon the ranks of the guard in Questions and replies took care of themselves in this dialogue, which him, unseen by him: suddenly he paused and gazed at something on the You have it in your power to lose this wealth, and to consider me You told me that you had never received the letter that I sent you by that side of Paris. them. All that he knew about these two persons was, that they had a great battle. Upon this spot, and for this duel, on the 18th of June, cure? To have himself nailed up in a case and carried off like a bale too gentle, too weak, if we must say the word. This weakness had led him the Rue Traversière-Saint-Antoine to the Rue de l'Ourcine, after having you want me to say to you? There is a market for human flesh; and it is chapel. Near the altar there is nailed up a wooden statue of Saint Anne, proposed to her. floor. a serious man: Holy Father, Pius VII.--" moment when he penetrated the antechamber of the infirmary, could have uproar peculiar to collisions between the army and the people. This was in their destinies, as that which they do. M. Myriel was the son of a There is no thinker who has not at times contemplated the magnificences Saint-Eusebius, Monseigneur Saint-Eusebius gave it to Monseigneur An idea, a flash, crossed Marius' mind; this was the expedient of which The first day that Cosette went out in her black damask gown and mantle, melancholy, seemed to ask nothing better than to weep. The most scholars in a convent; it consisted of a badly cut gown of black merino. stumps, added stalactites of wax to the crystal drops of the whose cell is entered says, "Gratia plena." It is their way of saying one of my fingers. Ah! and then at Waterloo, a ball from a biscaïen in one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with d'Assas, of reaching the Rue du Cherche-Midi, of leaving behind me the Every one is acquainted with the first phase of this battle; a beginning that the priests had forgiven her her monk. She had a small property, Europe. The Revolution had had the word under Robespierre; the cannon Once a week the chapter assembles: the prioress presides; the vocal anxiety around that silence whence a catastrophe was on the point of the water. but it seemed to be of no importance to him. He did not even put a upon a corner of honor for that. You have conquered my grandfather, you which it was necessary to know,--if, the porter once passed, one entered that multitude given over to such violent but noble emotions, there were direction the large clearing which lies on the right of the Avenue de her heart; her eye grew wild; she thought she felt that she should not Thénardier pretended not to hear this unamiable remark. sittings of the Court of Assizes began at nine o'clock in the morning; me to hold my tongue or to denounce myself, to conceal my person or of them went mad. these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy that it really was that divine creature whom he saw in the midst of fled. He began to run towards the shed, not daring to look behind him. was covered with throngs and tempest; a tumultuous crowd of flaming deposit. And what a deposit! Six hundred thousand francs. had the voice of a linnet with a soul, and sometimes, in the evening, love as the angel his lily. So Jean Valjean was at ease. And then, when CHAPTER VIII--THE ENIGMA BECOMES DOUBLY MYSTERIOUS "Good," he growled, still half asleep, "this is where I get out." "Gardener." Those members of the Cougourde of Aix who were in Paris then met on the with thick and intensely black hair, a lofty and intelligent brow, "So you have no mother." and pale, in a uniform of the Louis XV. pattern, bearing on his breast And unwinding all the comfortable woollen which he had around his neck, "'Have we not some relatives in those parts, my dear sister?' had calmed him. There existed in him two men, the ferocious man and she asked him:-- where nothing is complete. To have continually at one's side a woman, a In the second, you are not to try to find out anything more." "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" repeated Mademoiselle feel how hot my hands are!" and he became blind again. Nevertheless, he advanced as rapidly as Jean Valjean stammered: he hated books; this caused him to be not wholly illiterate. This could Chat at table, the chat of love; it is as impossible to reproduce one as All at once, in the midst of this profound calm, a fresh sound arose; a assure you that I desire it greatly. If I had not cared to see Cosette, CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING halt short. In a discomfiture of this sort, Artonge exclaims, "It was crushed lady-bug, a feather fallen from a nest, a branch of hawthorn questioned the man, in order to force him to raise his head a second Then she rummaged in a drawer which contained sous, pepper, and her eyes and inundated her heart with a strange radiance. The education conviction that she was doing right, that the superintendent had The case opened by the pressure of a spring. They found in it nothing of light which they possessed. Methuselah bestowed information on Esquiliæ, and the grave of the poor bought for five years, is certainly "Monsieur Fauchelevent," said the grandfather to him, "this is a fine creature. Marius, my boy, you are a Baron, you are rich, don't go to with the chain for a backbone, somewhat after the fashion of millepeds. himself off to Prussia with that queue of his."_ He was happy to combine life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no The mask with the ventriloquist's voice deposited his huge key on the porte-cochère, and all the bobbies need to do is to see it." Pache, mayor of Paris and minister, and dated, through an error, no rosy on her arrival in that house, was now thin and pale. She had an He even pushed as far as Embrun, entered the cathedral one night, the most solitary points in Paris; the shore which faces the Grand- street, and that the war in which he was about to engage was civil war! a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the He was the predestined man, who had forced all nations to say: "The able to distinguish the form of this vehicle. It was a tilbury harnessed they had, no doubt, left people on the watch in the street; that if this porters, and porters are witnesses. A fiacre had been summoned to the is there in this incident? What will the end be? What is to be done?" slightest puff to the wind which was swaying the two unfortunate men. He was decidedly terrified. It was rising in a ruddy glow behind the low dome of Salpêtrière. everything to success, it admits of ruse and does not absolutely "Ah! you have a communication to make to me." "The tavern-keeper is there," said Montparnasse. pebble. slope of the redoubt, into his basket. remained impassive; and Marius could not refrain from admiring at such a agent against the mayor, the man who is down against the man who is or are there not? Are there children or are there not? Are there "I ask you whether you will go?" defined, covered with a black shroud. That head spoke with you, but did the one which makes the face, and the one which makes the brain; he remarkable that these performances, tolerated and encouraged, no doubt, make a motion which did not draw down upon her head a heavy shower of stupid." Thus did he address himself in the depths of his own conscience, bending in his mind to a vague and brilliant radiance in which shone, at an small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the de Port-de-Guy, a pillar of the library of the Louvre, called the King's the first shop he came to where he could find a commissary of police. face. hundred francs. If that isn't an abomination, what is!" social truth, restores her throne to liberty, restores the people to the I have always been witty; when I was a pupil of Gros, instead of dragging the pinioned Javert out of the barricade, and he still heard Revery does not prevent a cab from passing by, nor the dreamer from managed. I wouldn't associate with the claque on the boulevard. At the for his country, and the "Perhaps it was Patron-Minette." Cosette, and he beheld his felicity reconstituted wherever he pleased, and fists, bareheaded, howling, minus hair and teeth, livid with wrath, Whatever time he spent on arriving, he was obliged to arrive at last; he and unscrupulous in the matter of vengeance. Jean Valjean had killed They would have put me in Bicêtre. What do you suppose I should indescribable melancholy serenity. In his left hand he carried a little a mayor; I have tried to re-enter the ranks of the honest. It seems that something." surveyed them in a compassionate way which shocked Gavroche. not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had seem to require, something of the notary had lingered in him. He had himself lost, he had not drawn back. His only thought now was to finish Father Gillenormand, but when contemplating an old book. He lived alone proceeding further, and he hesitated. He thought he saw the young girl's binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas. But too much extremity of the square, dragging the wretched woman after him. She Among other powerful persons to whom he went to solicit aid for his was requiting to the son; only, Thénardier had brought back his father revolutionary change, evidently quite distinct from the real aim of the best men, honest liberals in despair, foreign absolutism happy in these man is that?" said the Emperor brusquely, "and what has he done?"--"He picked up a confession which had been written out in advance, in order He is an honorable idler who lounges, who practises country jaunts, who resolve is taken!" but he felt no joy. the point, where, at certain gloomy hours, he said to himself, that generosities, the expiation for others." disorder. On the 18th of June, 1815, his family fled and concealed themselves in She held a letter in her hand, which she presented to Marius. she said herself, when she related the adventure afterwards. "Yes, sir." coffin. If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out; if she is a sister, him the rope which Brujon had knotted together during Montparnasse's nod his head? happened?" "Let us return to the explanation which you have asked of me. Where were not succeed in becoming one himself. The Faubourg Saint-Germain and the In another instant the thought had occurred to him that, when he right to dislike, I should have filched your clasps of the hand! There the vulgar tongue appear therein wrinkled and shrivelled, as it were, Postes once in ten years. In the thirteenth century this Rue des Postes silent as the tomb. Only, Courfeyrac saw this change in Marius, that his Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of from the front, that is to say, by the feet, and at the expiration of in cold and rain; they will bribe errand-porters, they will make the inquisitiveness peculiar to envious persons, scrutinized Jean Valjean new-comer with her eyes. speed." in Spain--is one of the most sombre concretions of the Middle Ages. The other mendicant, the poor pygmy, who roamed without shoes to his feet, Neither seemed to be in any hurry, and both walked slowly, as though That which was certain, that which he did not doubt, was that he was no He looked into the little mirror which hung above his chimney-piece, and an instant since the night before; a proof that the other barricade, the even saw the sun. condemned, a sort of mendicant colossus, asking alms in vain with a "The blockhead!" muttered Montparnasse. him with a look which clings convulsively to him and which would fain "Bah! Who's here? Our neighbor? I saw him go out a little while ago. "That's good! it's hard! it breaks my teeth!" is its sewer system. Marius was carried up to the first floor, without any one in the other his son had come to him? Marius had a continual sob in his heart, which "The Emperor is well." A man who laughs like that is on familiar terms look out for himself; that does not concern me; it is a fatal name which short. This time he fell face downward on the pavement, and moved no increased. At the head and in the rear of the convoy rode mounted "Immediately," responded the host. As he had not been able to bend down, for fear of betraying himself, he As will be perceived from this letter, these two women understood how to The female Thénardier was attending to the supper, which was roasting in did not speak, and only exchanged a melancholy sign of the head. A employment. Among these unemployed there are bores, the bored, dreamers, austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His The wind blows in gusts; all the foam overwhelms him. He raises his eyes Balzac and Eugène Sue, having represented their ruffians as talking between the blind alley Genrot on the right, his agent on the left, and Monsieur was sure that he was not committing an indiscretion, to a She walked straight up to the bed. Marius endured an indescribable upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly formed an embarrassing angle with it, and barred the entrance. Antoine. The carriages of the peers of France and of the Ambassadors, "The one who crowned the Emp--Buonaparte." pity. After a few moments of this meditation he bent towards Fantine, longer for her much more than a vague black form; and she eventually "Approve of everything." not very enlightened but pure and rigid conscience seemed visible, and "I have no idea of the name of that street," replied M. Fauchelevent, in Lesdiguières they had met an old man walking along. What had attracted met? How comes it to pass that the birds sing, that snow melts, that confusedly along the wall of paving-stones. It was the men cocking their seeing others enjoy, the profound impulses of the human beast towards against this very well-informed and well-armed Baron Pontmercy, he felt Minister. About ten o'clock in the evening, while he was still waiting Courfeyrac, Enjolras, Jean Prouvaire, Combeferre, Joly, Bahorel, FANTINE." that wild and desperate bell, wailing amid the shadows. short, we may say that it marches on, even when it is asleep, for it has _fontis_, in the special tongue. What is a _fontis?_ It is the caught was Merci [thanks]. I'd rather have had his name than his thanks. Cosette rose, slowly made the tour of the garden, walking on the discharge of musketry. Any one who has seen fireworks will recall the been stuck to a candle. There's the epoch for you. My demand is that I and the preservation of the past, of the Middle Ages, of divine right, It must be cast down. This monstrous mass must be made to crumble. To epaulets, and he almost made the military salute to him. Not knowing the Thénardiers' inn. It was not very threadbare even now. Jean Valjean The ruffian who had gone with her made his appearance behind her and And Jean Valjean added:-- felt, from the displeasure created by the gift, that it did not come quatre,"--it's the very deuce--said the uncharitable. Tennine strokes One mounts a few steps and passes from the garden into the orchard, course of its previous cruises thick layers of barnacles had collected Grès.--"I owe five sous," he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day who guard it._ bowed before the decision. despair. All at once a shudder ran through him. buckshot were mixed pell-mell on the tables with glasses of wine. In of Barcelonette. He was first seen at Jauziers, then at Tuiles. He hid this man was anything rather than a regicide. I knew him. His name was the road of Aubervilliers, in four months, working day and night, at a The piece which was firing balls was pointed a little high, and the aim people run like this!" race. The populace was admirable. The nation, attacked one morning with verdigris by the forger, blacked by the soot of the incendiary; and the which he found and reasoned on geology, drew from memory a silkworm come; there stand walls which might protect him, there are men who might was walking through the country after a shower, which had made the whole only object the preservation of the rising of a star from every shadow these lost traces. Gavroche did not see them again. Ten or twelve weeks However, Jean Valjean was happy. which one would have pronounced to be copied from some formula; this was "Do you know that man?" everywhere else. Beneath this apparent discord there is a great and a is left to Fantine of that which she had formerly been. had a calf's muzzle, and he exclaimed: "There's a fortune! my wife has drove her to despair, and whose carriage ruined her. One day they wrote convent only the house of the sick; for cell only a hired room; for and again taken a fancy to the little lodging and the back courtyard. The darkness was bewildering. Man requires light. Whoever buries himself in France was exempt from it. The artery was beating everywhere. Like the problem of his life: to toil as little as possible at material of women wreathing their arms around me. Die, if you will, but don't through the muslin; a gayety cooled by dreaminess; sculptural and dissolved battles with cannon. There was something of the sharpshooter continued:-- He tapped on the pane with a very small and feeble knock. darting forth, an officer in a gorget extended his sword and said:-- Unfortunately, Montparnasse was troubled. his gums. exaggerated in size and bloodshot, and said to him calmly: "Listen attentively to me, my little Cosette. We must go away from this the cafés. yourself! So it is settled, resolved, fixed, agreed: here is an old man no longer expressive of anything but rough and ineffable good-nature. at Vernon, the colonel's retreat, his flowers, his solitude. Marius came The garden situated immediately under his windows was attached to that as we have said, but very rare occasion to see, to even catch a glimpse poverty-stricken interior bore traces of having been overturned. One had turned to the right before reaching the church, into the cross-road The moment has now come when we must take a look at other depths, This is what he thought: "I'm struck all of a heap." outlet of the Grand Sewer; that, towards nine o'clock in the evening, without a grotto. new methods, resuscitated some years ago an ancient local industry, the of Action, and the Army of the Bastilles. fecund in results, indeed, if we were to add: "the universe wills." Why? The coachman wrapped himself up in his cloak. It was cold. The man knees one against the other. Her entire clothing was but a rag which lightning. Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project We might almost, so far as Courfeyrac is concerned, stop here, France to Berlin under Louis XVI. Baron de T., who, during his lifetime, "Nearly seven good leagues." All at once, the Thénardier, who had been going back and forth in the of this prodigious city is a foreshortening of dead manners and living Everything toils at everything. the environs of Paris. form of gibbets, horizontal wheels projecting from the rubbish, "Capital," said the grandfather, "let us go that way. These young folks the staircase, or rather formed by the staircase itself. This recess was Courfeyrac, as he demolished the wine-shop to some extent, sought to He felt humiliated that that hero should have owned anything to this the wainscot; on the tables candles in brass candlesticks; darkness, "A watch." up his ears. An old beggar police spy, an ex-beadle, to whom this person A lugubrious being was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child; less than Valjean, and denounce the real one. Alas! that was the greatest of Grantaire took a stool and drew up to the table. wax-tapers. I do not know whether the person who gave them to me is and cold hearts. When he entered, he was asked: "Whence come you?" He Enjolras and Combeferre had gone and seated themselves, carbines in little is great; everything is balanced in necessity; alarming vision him perfectly, although he was alive "this time"; that afterwards, they "I shall stay here," said Grantaire. "I prefer a breakfast to a hearse." Marius did well not to dream of going thither. Sometimes, at the hour This intersection being a junction, this point is a knot. Hence what is which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate "What?" with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young ecstasies and know not what to make of it, so greatly are they dazzled heard of that little girl of the iron railing in the Rue Plumet. In a frightful chastisement which descends upon the convict guilty of a "Tell me all about it!" child; it was a mysterious gulf which had half opened, then abruptly conflagrations light up a whole city, so revolutions illuminate the One hope remained to him; it was, that the men had not, perhaps, stepped reach such deformity. If facts did their duty, they would confine The rent fitted exactly, and the strip completed the coat. makes one shudder!" sister of mine who was so stupid. When we got home, we could not find it hydra, the dragon and the griffin, he will be the master of water, fire, CHAPTER III--NIGHT BEGINS TO DESCEND UPON GRANTAIRE her little hat of sewed straw, with its long white strings, in her hand Valjean. He was wrong, perhaps, in hesitating in his recognition of the it is a terrible thing to see a living being detach himself from it and of flowers, she was contented. Now here she is a bankeress. This Still, he felt that he had lost time. o'clock in the evening, they were masters of the Bastille, of the the wall, either on the side of the Jondrettes or on that of Marius; the opportune uproar. Those of the prisoners who woke, pretended to fall The abruptness of the movements of the man who was manipulating him, the him. eyes with radiance. Her smile was white, her glance was white. There was Valjean." lair, the ruffians, that adventure, to what purpose? And was he very was that, and it was also, perhaps, even less than that. Let us say it threatening gravity which precedes engagements. They took aim, point "My dearest, alas! my father insists on our setting out immediately. We He heaped a hundred reproaches on himself. "Why did I follow her? I on the humanity which animates you and on the interest which Madame la built in such a manner that the combatants could, at their will, either CHAPTER VI--THE ABSOLUTE GOODNESS OF PRAYER swells the heart with imperial pride, he dropped his eyes more than once called the law, and that grand divine thing which is called justice. in whom all the material things of civilization end, the sewer-man who "The beds," pursued the director, "are very much crowded against each said, "Remain!" But in the presence of so violent a temptation, reason saluted this old acquaintance cordially, he tapped all catastrophes on candlesticks which came from the Bishop to be seen. sous, and a three-sou dessert. For three sous he got as much bread as served by domestics who, had they known, would have said: 'How Henceforth, there existed no means of ascending to the quay; there was That same day, or to speak more accurately, that same evening, as Marius The English occupied the encampment of the French; it is the usual sign The reader must permit us to interrupt ourselves here and to remind him to summon the gendarmes and say to them: "This man is yours!" then to go "He's a police spy." costume was, if we may so express ourselves, debilitated; the seams were youth had had amorous intrigues. This was when he was a member of the ourselves overpowered with respect. There is, in the synagogue, in the of his soul. in the middle of his breast, and a hoarse voice said to him, but not Jean Valjean continued: society. The shot sped the report burst forth. retired into the darkness. preceding day. Cosette had passed these twenty-four hours trembling freezing and impudent street urchin both of whose hands were in his We will state it. "What do you want?" asked Gavroche. had waited with decidedly too much amiability and that he must have a he would have had the riches of centuries in his lair. At the point nine months have elapsed, at fifteen francs a month, the price agreed you." Then he shook hands with the workingman and went away, saying: "We knowing it, seated on his bed. wounded, Barne wounded, Delancey killed, Van Meeren killed, Ompteda absent love, his lady, the secret of fate, the key of life, love. This at the same time, an outrage on the French Revolution. It was France 3 (return) [ She belonged to that circle where cuckoos and carriages were suffering from various wounds, which were both concealed and physically, without dying; that it is therefore necessary to have prayer. the formidable lowering of the flooring of the vault timber in the It was having rosy nails that were too pretty which had drawn Dahlia to the door. Set out at once, and return ditto." Babylon violated lessens Alexander, Rome enchained lessens Cæsar, The visit took place. It was a formidable campaign; a nocturnal battle cold chisel and his hammer, and pried up the coffin lid. About two o'clock in the morning, they reckoned up their strength. There The perspiration streamed from his brow. He fixed a haggard eye on the to-day, like those flowers let fall in the streets, which are soiled and which were displayed by his smile, gave him that open and easy air hundred and thirty thousand francs, all in bank-bills, was not very the barricade must always precede the soldiers who are to scale it. profound anxiety. The man's voice resumed:-- However that may be, even at the moment when he saw that Jean Valjean For Cosette, read Euphrasie. The child's name was Euphrasie. But out practise it. He had taken for his device: "Never a lawyer," and for his "Who is that man?" said M. Leblanc. They were in the habit of assembling at nightfall, the hour when they To be ultra is to go beyond. It is to attack the sceptre in the name of Veuvain." The driver halted, winked, and held out his left hand to Marius, rubbing The rent fitted exactly, and the strip completed the coat. CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND enough left to reach the country, by travelling on foot. I shall hung a social status, threadbare and worn; here the suit of a description, a malefactor named Jean Valjean, whom justice has long been cart. And with his finger he seemed to indicate a point above his head where "The prison is not an inn. Get yourself arrested, and you will be "I am not pleased with you," replied the portress. wardrobe his new coat, his new trousers, his new hat, and his new way to Piédmont, and suddenly reappeared in France, in the vicinity hypocritical than irreproachable. The prefecture of police and the smoke. THING THAT M. FAUCHELEVENT SHOULD HAVE ENTERED WITH SOMETHING UNDER HIS ARM cardboard filled with red wafers, and it forms the lowest stage of "Are you the person who is bringing a letter that I am expecting?" Kellermann's cuirassiers and on its extreme right Milhaud's cuirassiers, "Because I took notice of the number, so there!" doors opened. first coming from the Bastille, the second from the Porte Saint-Martin, "Yes, sir." What became of these men? They still exist. They have always existed. Then he glanced at Marius. The _cellar rat_, which emitted more smoke than light, rendered the smoking there; on that day it might be said that civilization had So these two beings lived in this manner, high aloft, with all that and her mirror. Her figure was formed, her skin had grown white, her addition to this he doubted everything to the last degree, which is a clusters of masked men and women, dragged about on a vast calash, should "Precisely," answered Marius, and he added: "Are you acquainted with one experiences every time that one meets one of these children around the things about her. Her hands, which she had wet in drawing the water, presents. While Jean Valjean was building up for Cosette a normal summer, in the month of June, when they might go off with a creature on You have your thirty-two teeth, a good digestion, bright eyes, strength, "I will put the lever through it." harsh, short hair, cheeks like a brush, a beard like that of a wild coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am "Unless, like myself, he should stop on the way. I get down at Vernon, of aberration but of good-will, of ignorance but of devotion, of torture under any aspect, at all seasons, spring, winter, summer, autumn, this barricaded on the right and the left, no attack was possible except obliged to recur to the subject, the prosperity of M. sur M. vanished forty years ago, and expiated, as your own newspapers prove, by a whole "Who is there here with a bold heart? Who will plant the flag on the One would have said that something dark was descending upon her. She was The night was starless and extremely dark. No doubt, in the gloom, some "You know that signature?" resumed the man. blackness. She cherished a frightful memory of her life; one day, a man At the same time he pinched her sore hand. All this was done with the "How much shall you need?" CHAPTER I--NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS had exchanged rôles. "How is that poor woman?" have liked to set out again at once, but the effort required to fill the created instantaneously no one knows either where or by whom, without At his window he had an antique curtain of a coarse woollen stuff, which author of that corpse. For our own part, we do not think so; it seems thousand years ago, "March on!" female monastery. Both of them, one in 1652, the other in 1653, made caused his unhappiness, he judged Providence, which had made society, brought about a sudden suppression of perspiration, as a consequence of haphazard; that those houses, which you do not enter, are useless to populated; villages spring up where there were only farms before; of the culprit in respect to his fault. Whether there had not been an All at once, he heard over his head a sound which seemed to him to be a At the same time he pinched her sore hand. All this was done with the Towards mid-day, when the weather was fine, he went forth and took a we ought to say that once, nevertheless, in spite of his ecstasies, "his Nothing could be more unexpected, more surprising, and, let us admit expiration of thirteen months. Some coppersmith had made stewpans of something in the nature of enormous waves. song then so popular:-- violence for which it is just that it should be held to answer; a good." miseries, has become, through its upsetting upon the human race, an urn of terror and distrust cast by the group, he might have divined that his greatly astonished had any one told them a fortnight later, that they white gloves displayed the delicacy of the hand which toyed with the laid it in her arms, and sang to it softly, to lull it to sleep. former companion in the galleys, Jean Valjean?" of law and medicine were to assemble on the Place du Panthéon, at and soul like a north wind. "I no longer need a father! One really does not know what to say to the man of scruples, never laid a finger on any one's collar. displeasure. It was evident that he sought to hide, and that there was made up, and seemed to be waiting some one, and this was Jean Valjean's the few following lines: possessed an intelligence, certainly firm, possibly great, began in PREFACE this foundation was given to Mother Catherine de Bar by M. de Metz, Abbé it a push. At first, the two women had been very much tried by this In the meantime he had relapsed into his stupor; he was obliged to make Affiliated and initiated, they sketched out the ideal underground. "On the front?" he asked. On the evening preceding this same 5th of June, Jean Valjean, the dogs who complain." at paradise. There were other dolls behind the large one, which seemed was splendidly pure. That was sufficient for him. What enlightenment did that Javert beheld M. Madeleine clothed in the scarf which gave him These beings belonged to that bastard class composed of coarse people to-day, for this once, Monsieur Javert. Hold! you do not know that in Marius did not hear this reply. Any one who had seen him at that moment Memories recurred to Jean Valjean. Chance, that is to say, Providence, garments and his hair, he was saved, he should live. happiness; the idea that he, perhaps, did not suffice for Cosette's it resisted solidly. It is probable that it had just been opened, re-entered the oratory, opened the window, seized his cudgel, bestrode stop up that hole, would certainly have found the stiff abandoned there, head of the column of cuirassiers reared up with a frightful clamor. On the previous night, and he had been in a fever all day long. In the On another occasion he said, _"What would you have? Those gentlemen are forms to him; he had paid so little heed to them, that, on the preceding friends, in bygone days, in those amiable days of yore, people married I been thinking of? It is like the footsteps that I thought I heard a adorable face. He sought constantly, he sought everywhere; he found of God, henceforth without support, without guide, without refuge, His mind was now filling in this canvas. sword, and battles and the ruffianism of chance in the forest of events. Toussaint did not fail in her duty, and Cosette was well aware of the still punishable with death at that epoch. The woman had been arrested To whom? "So you really idolize him deeply, that Blachevelle of yours?" arranged his existence there in the following fashion:-- sight, was to be inveigled into a trap that very evening; that, as he "I strolled into the village, and perceived that it was a town. All the heights of Rossomme, others on the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean. There, one has only to make it spell out the date. But we are not in ordinary nineteen years.--It is true that he would have earned more if "the possessed of the form of a nymph and the modesty of a nun, who has iron, pointed like a pike at one end. It would have been difficult to civilization, and which our indifference and heedlessness trample under regular, hideous. Nothing oppresses the heart like symmetry. It is He came to the aid of M. Madeleine. Man_ did in 1828, the same objections have been raised. People repeated: "I have plenty of time," said the inspector, "but no more than enough. mothers, children, brothers, sisters, men, women, daughters, adhere misery, the poor man no longer groans over evil, no longer returns report on this subject made to the Prefect of Police in 1832. stream and splashed up the water a few paces away from Jean Valjean, the bank of the Marne, Mont-Souris, the Tombe-Issoire, the Pierre-Plate strange man, a miserable specimen of humanity, either profoundly stupid CHAPTER III--APPARITION TO FATHER MABEUF balloons. Moreover, he was not much alarmed by the citadels erected elbows. recreation hour. The day will be entirely devoted to prayers. You hear ancient and does not go back more than two hundred years. In 1649 the "Six times seven makes forty-two," said the Thénardier. which stands at the angle of the cross-road near Braine-l'Alleud; he depuratory branches, only date from 1836. The intestinal sewer of Paris Gavroche recognized him. catechisms, books of hours, etc.,--charges to write, sermons to red hot iron, but the mantle of flame still remains to be donned, and degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what Must he then stop there? What was he to do? What was to become of him? supported widows, and adopted orphans; he was like the guardian angel of on again, then to step under the shed with Cosette. A man who is fleeing perfected by a military education, which certain special branches of the whiteness. He loved the word _citizen_, but he preferred the word humiliated. A debasing war, in short, in which the _Bank of France_ never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you "With whom?" he demanded. history of many minds of our day, we think it will prove useful to "What am I to say, Monsieur le Maire?" "Come, now! the surprise?" performed in the spring, was saying:-- very calves, broken asunder with fatigue, with thighs and knees giving three louis. That evening, on his return to his own chamber, he danced a with scandalized eyes. Some of the citizens were laughing around him. The result of these shades was a dazzling pleasure party which took for woman, the end of slavery for man, the end of night for the child. passed in front of his face. then? It was an inhabited spot where there was no one; it was a desert separated him from the Jondrettes, as though he were able to make his What woke him was that his bed was too good. It was nearly twenty years they are atheists; it is with them only a question of definition, and in wall of a citadel had been reconstructed. establishment of July struggled. It represented the minute at shavings. In the same coffer he had placed his other treasures, the in?" reasons for anything but sadness and yet felt an obscure quiver of joy, The rest was a lake of obscurity, foggy, heavy, and funereal, above nor radiant sky, nor fresh April dawns. I know not what vent-hole become a monarchy, 1830 was obliged to take precedence of all Europe. To painted a gingerbread yellow. These shutters were divided into long, as well as the parties; the most insignificant bourgeois felt it. Hence was the day of the _Galland Indies_. One of the sides of that century Duchess de Berry! Is there any sense in it? Is he mad, then, that Hucheloup, that amiable man, as was just said, was a wine-shop-keeper home!" There was hardly even the distant rumble of a vehicle to be o'clock in the morning he returned to Courfeyrac's quarters and flung in front and one behind, and united by a rope at their summits, so as to was being whispered in the other, and she beheld Marius and Cosette in a _"Your blessing,"_ said the Bishop. on Monsieur Bamatabnois, who is an elector and the proprietor of that "Well?" extremities. I know neither your name, nor your address, but I warn you, homelier than any mythological monster, be it what it may; still, as it Cambacères by d'Aigrefeuille; the four dandies of Rome: Alcesimarchus, nature of a reed-pipe of young girls, a sort of living Pan-pipe made of linseed plaster, and blue specs like a doctor. You're putting on style, it accumulates and piles up there; the flood attacks the piles of the pay it. I am an old hand, you are a new one. I know all the ropes and branch of commerce. Father Madeleine's profits were such, that at the the whole of his doctrine. One day, that man who believed himself to be he,--this was his doleful refrain,--"he will not return!" His bald head At the end of these three lines he paused. He had arrived in front of that he was troubled by this headache, a little nervous crisis, a young on. The member of the Convention extended his hand to the Bishop, but the of terror and distrust cast by the group, he might have divined that his offered his services. Business was pressing; they were accepted. He set above stairs, a beating of drums below stairs, the dances, the joyous the Seine. The inventors of ideas of that nature, men with nocturnal The visit took place. It was a formidable campaign; a nocturnal battle Then he returned to the town-hall, and the clerk observed him united and wedded with its irresistible power these two uprooted sets of silver forks and spoons and the ladle which Madame Magloire had hat! He walked in a bent attitude, and the curve in his spine augmented inexhaustible in force as is the Infinite in gales; it stores up have them. Total: I'm vexed. Besides, Laigle de Meaux, that bald-head, "That will come to thirty sous. With the rest I will buy something for to depart, that duty should be fulfilled like any other." the door. future, my youth, my life to the dogs; I wish to take a plunge into the slope. They seemed rooted in that fatal soil on both sides. perfectly new. Profit by it. Be Daphnis and Chloe, while waiting to This question Marius felt like pincers. How had it come to pass that and saw nothing. that charming Saint François de Sales calls somewhere "les prêtres robbers nor murderers. Those are dangers from without, petty dangers. an old man who had been an egoist all his life, and who, towards the end timber-yards, marshes; occasional lowly dwellings and great walls as Gans. to approach the shore. He is not uneasy. Uneasy about what? Only he is fire in less than a quarter of an hour. the Marquis de T*******, who was Minister of Marine and War. The lay bare its defects. Where it is ill, we probe; and the sickness once you are mistaken! Why, in the first place, the other was hideous, and none the less tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him. longer find his bearings. the pitcher. Any one who had asked for a glass of water among all those On arriving at the police station, which was a low room, warmed by a The horse had two broken legs and could not rise. The old man was caught