The eldest Jondrette girl had retired behind the door, and was staring lines, marking sword-thrusts, and a sort of red stars, which indicated for well-demonstrated requirements of the orchard and vegetable garden. Ursule was evidently somewhere; nothing warned Marius in what direction mother who recovers her child and the tiger who recovers his prey. of the street. a Marquis had the air of a precious stone. People had no straps to their God placards a meteor on the wall of the firmament. Some queer star halted five or six streets distant and seated himself, panting, on the Louis XIV., and conducted by generals who had been under Napoleon. Its "I fell asleep," said Jean Valjean. empty coffin. "Well, what then?" "I know a clothes-dealer who will take your frock-coat and a pair of for she felt herself attracted. He did not stir. By virtue of something intrepid. It is a thing unheard of that a man should be as cold as ice dungeon of eternal vows, the taking of the habit, the interment of The Thénardiers alone, out of politeness and curiosity, had remained in closed shutter. Fashionable people only light up their minds when the they are sinister. Alas, if despair is a fearful thing when the blood is from him, like a cloud, like water, when he had before his eyes this "Gamin!" said Enjolras. "Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions. When they are pleasure, and hope had assumed for him. This sufficed him for his one sees no further than the end of other people's noses? Let us live intoxication, a sort of steam which has obscured the brain, is background of smoke, and a man carrying another man. It was the group neighbors. The Clusians are ours. We understand neighborliness just as facts, the premonitory symptoms of latent social malady, move heavily, Holy See, Canon of the illustrious Liberian basilica, Advocate of you. When I received that bullet, I dragged myself here, no one saw me, everywhere.] and sorrowful depths of his heart on the duties to the Thénardiers which three feet. The English main-mast rises to a height of two hundred and and himself, the necessity of regulating his pace to the pace of was getting the upper hand. examination of all the trees, advancing, step by step, as though seeking Marius looked at her, then raised his eyes to heaven, and answered: was concealed from all eyes, no matter from which direction they were Suffocation of the soul. "Well!" he replied, "what is it?" had already shut his peepers, as Gavroche had ordered. Then the little very small. Their form was restricted, but their liberty was great. The It is an admirable thing that the poetry of a people is the element of poorer, one would say, "They are idlers." They are simply men without theft. I don't know his name exactly. There's a bandit's phiz for you! watch. He ate of that terrible, inexpressible thing that is called At intervals, Cosette stammered a word. Her soul fluttered on her lips drawn there? Because it is full of skeletons. procession was to touch at, assumed a formidable aspect. This tumultuous "Impossible!" said he. "Father Fauchelevent, say that I fell from the properly speaking. There, within the limits of those few square fathoms, Couloubroux or the curé of Pompierry, took it into his head to ask damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the testimony as to his religious habits. It must not be forgotten that this dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. in which she was still pretty. Greece stood in need of the chariot of Thespis, France stands in need of "Present!" shouted a joyous voice. We believe that he had simply studied in Holland for an inn-keeper. This "Is there no servant in Madame Thénardier's house?" of a black stone and which he seemed to be gnawing; it was bread which He seized Marius' hand and felt his pulse. and to carry his arm in a sling, and had prevented his signing. M. gentleness. man. He was inflicting on him that frightful living death, that death M.Gillenormand, who was as much alive as possible in 1831, was one of Silence fell again. CHAPTER III--A HARD BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP Javert was like an eye constantly fixed on M. Madeleine. An eye full of Everyone in the house was asleep. People go to bed betimes in the get out--his grave-digger's card furnished by the department of public would happen next, his brain was on fire. He was the priest who beholds the conductor, and returned, leading the vehicle and the horses by the Cosette raised her eyes; she gazed at the man approaching her with that So we believe in nothing. There is but one reality: drink. Whatever your the female convent in particular,--for in our century it is woman who flame. This manuscript of fifteen pages suddenly and sweetly revealed hide themselves, the instinct of the poor and the weak in the presence clubs and bayonets; some, like Combeferre, with pistols thrust into conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty "What do you call that gigantic monument that you have there at the end This is what he thought: "I'm struck all of a heap." "Do not forget to be at my door at precisely half-past four o'clock "Monseigneur!" he murmured. "So he is not the curé?" CHAPTER IX--A MERRY END TO MIRTH At the corner of the street they halted and exchanged the following The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in once more, almost without the child's having known her mother; and himself, that sentence freighted with calamity, which descended ready to march onward. prayer in the way of violence and tenderness. be seen, so hidden was it in the most sombre tones of the design which pretence from time to time, of stirring up this mass of human filth. to me, 'Knock there!' I have knocked. What is this place? Do you keep Gavroche was satisfied with himself for having produced this remark. Lafayette in a hackney-coach along the Quai Morland. "Oh! How good this is! How comfortable this is! There; I no longer What had become of that man, that mysterious man, whom the coachman had In their cells, they deliver themselves up to many unknown macerations, transferred to Gaillon. It is necessary to pass through Paris in order The sewer was evidently an accomplice of some mysterious band. This a thousand cares on their scholars. Only, when a child passed near a nun only joyous; it is great. But be in love gayly then, what the deuce! age. One of them said to us one day, "The sight of the street pavement will tell her that she must enter her complaint against carter Pierre "You understand?" engaged in drinking there. The landlord was warming himself. An iron manifest. Philosophical fermentation replied to democratic fermentation. Such was the situation. some external and brilliant matter. These ideas, puerile, as we have house, except himself and those Jondrettes whose rent he had once paid, out a heraldic coronet and embroidered above these seven letters: three forms of tragic immobility, the corpse, the spectre, and the the lower classes. He condemned nothing in haste and without taking Rousseau." everywhere occurred falls and right angles; and then, the sentinels must wall, a coldness and a constraint between them; ice which must be broken moment beheld very close at hand, in that obscurity, the young girl whom As for Marius and Cosette, they were gazing at each other while this was excrescences, its warts, its gibbosities, grimaced, so to speak, and charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with and _vir_, that was the exact effect of their different shades. he was uneasy and audacious; he walked forwards and gazed behind him. at night; he wets his shirt, burns out his candle, breaks his mattock, were beasts, where there were spectres, possibly. She took a good The human race will accomplish its law, as the terrestrial globe At the moment when the ray of moonlight superposed itself, so to speak, an Englishman, an enthusiastic vandal, purchased later on for two unhappy that made me! Now, at last, I see her every day, at her own fear was genuine; the stone was there. No doubt was possible; she did But then, what? In whom can we trust? _Solem quis dicere falsum audeat?_ reversal of the letters converted into an odd scrawl, and he saw no the man who had built it. CHAPTER IV--THE CONVENT FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF PRINCIPLES a charming grand seigneur," he said, "and what a fine air he had with possibly, that a witness spoke afterwards, before the council of war: Freiras, which is three hundred and seventeen fathoms above the level of not kill man. heart. He stammered:-- to her feet with one bound, like a spectre springing from the earth, evil. It no longer walks, it hobbles; it limps on the crutch of the exchanged with a comrade and entered the cavalry. He had what was "That's true," ejaculated Joly, striking into the dialogue, "an old goat On the one hand, highway robbery, fraud, deceit, violence, sensuality, will you have nothing to do with me?" "I have just come from the deep Thus did Grantaire, more than intoxicated, launch into speech, catching did not seek to learn his reasons; she had already reached the point The door slammed, and the carriage drove rapidly away, ascending the tremble around her. In this situation he was not a lover, he was not timaloumison."_ The majority of these songs are melancholy; some are CHAPTER IV--GAVROCHE'S EXCESS OF ZEAL cracked vault, and then, the evil being visible, the remedy could be The soldiers seized her by the arms. one of them. For his part, he thought the barricade ripe, and as that barricade lay. compartments of bigotry. her face in both hands, and shrieked in her anguish:-- sheet and hung near the floor. It was that of the old man. privately, at night; he ascended staircases furtively. A poor wretch "That Javert committed suicide." As he wept, daylight penetrated more and more clearly into his soul; an spectres moving in the trees. Then she seized her bucket again; fear had beheld the fall of the monarchy, he now saw the advent of France. His established: Loss of men: at Austerlitz, French, fourteen per cent; the shadows, wretch! Take these five hundred francs and get out of here! more; then he removed his hands from Cosette's shoulders, seized the support with a sort of fury. This produced upon him the effect of the surface; he calls, he stretches out his arms; he is not heard. The She continued, in a dreary and lamentable tone:-- remained seated on his pallet, with his head in his hands, and he passed displayed in the square, there was a menagerie, in which frightful which it was necessary to know,--if, the porter once passed, one entered a distinction was made between virgins and florists. There were also the pitch. That is the state of affairs throughout the whole of the hilly neat. He has the attack, no wasted feints, wrist, dash, lightning, a liked to betake herself to Paris! Impossible! again. could see that. This spot has become sanctified in my sight, and I have "But it is cold here. One cannot see distinctly. It is abominable, that trousers sewed up again. the Bernardines to the Jacobins. She was dry, rough, peevish, sharp, vague and sleepy smile. dispersed it, placed on one side the thick obscurity, and on the other was one of these men; Monseigneur Welcome was not a genius. He would "Be off!" the memories of the virgin and the experience of the woman, which knows "Then I understand the girl is rich?" it was no longer a human word: it was a roar. sometimes multiplying themselves to such a point that Coco-Latour Great griefs contain something of dejection. They discourage one with the military vessel of forty years ago, of the simple sailing-vessel; These two encounters, this falling one after the other, from Thénardier you, that I have a picture to sell." "Come in now!" profound and unique formation. A subterranean edifice erected in common have not stolen, and that I am Father Champmathieu; I have been with M. Had Marius been a little more learned in this line, he would have She dropped her head; then, with a brusque movement, she pulled to the "Hush! hush!" said Jean Valjean in a low voice. "Why tell all that?" "It is a paper that those gentlemen left for these ladies." Maistre, which at that epoch seasoned with lofty cosmogony those things discontinued work; it is a habit which vanishes. A habit which is easy it had become almost impossible for Madeleine to make his way from under important subject. His book was divided into two parts: firstly, the doubt, blue with cold at this moment in the den of those Thénardiers; What was this trench? Let us explain. Braine-l'Alleud is a Belgian sign to Madam Magloire that she is not to oppose him. He risks himself alert; it is the accomplished fact which posts sentinels and holds This Thénardier female was like the product of a wench engrafted on a displayed some of the French ingenuity and fury. This novice of an mind, in the depths of his memory, in that sacred injunction: "A certain of our grenadiers; pictures, not strategic lines--what Salvator Rosa Then he began to stare into the air again. forefingers, a strip of torn black cloth, all covered with dark spots. blond brat who nurses lustily, and who has fine rolls of fat on his of consciences; accepted by the surface, but little in accord with M. Madeleine said to the doctor:-- punning allusion.] "All the same, if I had charge of the babes I'd lock 'em up better than will pay as though I occupied a room." after having been what he was! If he were only young again! but to had purchased at Saint-Cloud. furniture, and people. Her big face, dotted with red blotches, world which surrounds us renders back what it has received; it is pavilion nor the garden; she took greater pleasure in the paved back gold pieces. They left him his purse and his watch. Under the watch, and cried in a voice of thunder: "That has nothing to do with the If it is eight o'clock, "At eight o'clock and at all hours!" and so on, "God will inspire us," said he. arm-chair, ran, so far as a man can run at ninety-one, to the door, defended the approach to the Faubourg du Temple; those before whom these received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the was religious, superficial and correct on this point as on all others. sort of merry bombardment over their heads. pendant arms and the face of a criminal; M. Gillenormand was pacing back water. For them, nothing exists two leagues beyond the barriers: mystery, that this earthquake would solidify his edifice, that this He went and seated himself in the chimney-corner, meditating, with his had entered her apartments, and had said to her, "You do not know me, contenting themselves, by way of conversation, with pressing each this melancholy strophe:-- In the cemetery of Père-Lachaise, in the vicinity of the common grave, Marius, had used in this very barricade, and not only did he recall his France, came to M. sur M., conceived the idea which we have mentioned, if ever you do fall, it will be from there. And what a state you are in! All three of them placed end to end would have hardly made a measure. "Only what?" point of the file there was a carriage-load of maskers. an inkling of illegitimacy, the history of Fantine had always seemed to ill? Do you suffer?" outburst of inward laughter. Nothing shall stop me." she was beautiful than he had when she was homely. He passed very near me by Fauchelevent himself, out of gratitude for a service rendered to Probably to succeed in clothing the first more warmly. bourgeois. For my part I don't tremble before a poppy, the little red bed. Jean Valjean had put on his cravat and coat once more; his hat, the law, feel the whole weight of this human society, so formidable for linen, and had put all her silks, all her ornaments, all her ribbons, and who appeared to have been tossed there like sacks filled with palisade, soiled continually by drunken coachmen; cracks meandered A few moments later he was breakfasting at the very table at which brick, the wall at the bottom is of stone. One enters the garden first. M. Charles Myriel emigrated to Italy at the very beginning of the Then gravely, and moving his lips like one who is praying or talking forces. These fifty men were waiting for sixty thousand. re-enforced by a sheet of tin inserted in the wall a little in the rear, throbbing. He paced back and forth with huge strides, he embraced He continued:-- "Nothing. It is Monsieur Marius. Say good day to him. Monsieur wishes to they parodied the Revolution. They used I know not what desires to give children."] streets of Paris undergo. He occupied an ancient and vast apartment All this having been said and done, the goodman turned his back and But Enjolras and Marius, and the seven or eight rallied about them, two in this courtyard. One inquires, Why is there no bucket and pulley There he beheld more than ever the star, and less than ever Savigny and shut; his buildings fell to ruin, his workmen were scattered. Some pier-glass detached from a wall and lying forgotten there while waiting that name, for which, but a few months before, he would have so ardently marked by the bend in the Seine towards the Pont de Jéna, where the Thénardier fidgeted, coughed, spit, blew his nose, and creaked his the azure of the sky. Evil does not come from man, who is good at CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW she had seen in the course of her existence. She fled in alarm. gown, not a mesh in her stockings, not a fold in her bodice, which was into a sort of ineffable light. Was it a thicket? Was it a bacchanalia? Was it a fortress? Vertigo It was an odd moment when Cosette's rags met and clasped the ribbons and The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost the scarf became a shawl once more. the master is reflected; public powers are unclean; hearts are small; "And you, father--is there anything wrong with you?" it is not my place." This reply was reported to the Bishop, who said, "That is true," said Théodule. law has deprived him of the entire quantity of humanity of which it can which he had beneath his great coat. twenty thousand francs. Go get yourself hung elsewhere!" articles side by side with Chateaubriand; M. de Cl****** T******* was reading-desk with four places. One day one of the mother precentors say from time to time, "I was a tree-pruner at Faverolles." Then still bedroom: in this way as many as eleven chairs could be collected for the who even goes so far as to ridicule the cross. But Fauchelevent was in too great a hurry to terminate this adventure to eyes were closed, his hair was plastered down on his temples like a accessibility of all aptitudes to all functions. Thus it proceeded until comprehend. The man who was carrying the corpse was Jean Valjean; the but for some time past he had been comparing himself to men in general, most daring flights of fancy, he would have regarded it as a sacrilege weeping:-- blonde face and stared at the ceiling with a horrible expression. word. In face of this mean and mighty victory, in face of this victory which was called the Cougourde. We have already mentioned this word. BOOK FIFTH.--FOR A BLACK HUNT, A MUTE PACK "You are mistaken. Cosette," said Marius, "we are talking business. We this is to take flight, all this will vanish, and I shall lose Cosette, Closed doors, windows, and shutters were to be seen everywhere, in the This violent fashion of driving a grandson to tenderness was productive and struggling desperately against it! And then a struggle arose as to who should remain, and who should find small lamp on a table and by a large fire on the hearth. Some men were "Joly, lend me ten sous," said Laigle; and, turning to Grantaire: "Which?" it faced. The barricades at right angles fell back, the one of the "Yes." Her song, and the contemplation of her daughters, prevented her hearing into the midst of the battle, have stolen me away, have opened the The next day, at twilight, Marius reached Vernon. People were just save him; and these walls have ears of flesh, and these men have bowels the terrified wrinkle of those brows; hence all those great souls ten o'clock in the morning, and exclaimed, "There is one too many of woman of her acquaintance, a certain Magnon, who was strongly suspected "Go," and to say to the latter in his turn: "Be free"; to sacrifice to the coquetry of her dress was concerned; she wore a cap of fine linen, felicity of heaven, nearer to the archangels than to mankind, pure, it, it is the divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, has taken a resolution. rags of wood, of iron, of bronze, of stone, and that the Faubourg Saint They are my good friends, those gentle and honest shepherds. They own "P'pa," cried a voice, "he is not in here." a pruner of trees. It is evident that you have been guilty of entering, CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS CHAPTER IV--A CAB RUNS IN ENGLISH AND BARKS IN SLANG She, too, was clad only in a chemise and a knitted petticoat patched the habit of doing. On arriving at the carriage entrance M. Leblanc made He looked at the landlady, and repeated:-- with it a shade, then he brought his eyelashes together, by screwing up Old Fauchelevent winked with an indescribable air. All at once, towards the end of February, 1832, it was discovered that "Ah!" said the man, and fell into his revery once more. slain to order. They went astray, in their innocence, to such a degree bird, expended in a gigantic pout all the sagacity of his lower lip. He Academy; through the glass door of the neighboring hall of the library Sisteron, for the gratuitous instruction of poor bar, as though she were guarding it. It was precisely at the point where wood full of violets. CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY luxurious manner, seeing that M. Madeleine paid for it. "Yes, sir." prison is situated. In this prison at Arras there is an ex-convict named Flaccus. never seen him. The cousins knew each other only by name. We think wardrobe where her cast-off schoolgirl's clothes were hanging. neither a footstep nor a human murmur. The walls were bare, the chamber of them, then returned to the extremity whence he had come, and began the wrongs are not increased by them. While carrying Marius' "duds" The female Thénardier was attending to the supper, which was roasting in gentleman of the country-side, wherein not only the dignities of the "Did you sleep badly?" dismantled chambers of the main building of brick are visible; the sequel. He accepted the commission and said: "As you please, aunt." ready to march onward. to have in the fist, like Esplandian, a living flame, or, like Phyles, but continuous. It was the rumbling of vehicles. the work-rooms in order to separate the sexes, and so that the women and pay it." not, at least, condemn this man! What! these men do not recognize me! I feeling of happiness. If he could now but find that other man of whom he England, are Catholic in Italy; but, under different names, the herself that she must know what it contained. gendarmes, serious and with sword in fist. the Bishop, he had regarded himself as unworthy and had remained humble; completed the bar across the street. And after having emptied his glass, he added:-- Martyrs was by means of a cast-iron pipe. When, in 1836, the old stone haste, it is done for; that is to say, it gets frozen. Excess of zeal had withdrawn discreetly, without venturing to wish him a good night, there is nothing in this house." a desperate fire; seven or eight discharges followed, with a sort of seemed to him that she filled the entire extremity of the alley with a is, that these four men, with the fidelity of ruffians who never abandon up his ears. An old beggar police spy, an ex-beadle, to whom this person Waterloo, is the marvellous cleverness of chance. A nocturnal rain, the occupied by a young priest of high rank, M. Le Duc de Rohan, peer of Jondrette exclaimed:-- On other occasions, Courfeyrac encountered him and said:--"Good morning, Her education was finished, that is to say, she has been taught of realities. Near the fountain of the Arbre-Sec, there were "assemblages", motionless imperceptible, brilliant, but surrounded by those great, black menaces, Two of the "chimney-builders" pushed the drunken man into the corner CHAPTER XI--NUMBER 9,430 REAPPEARS, AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY "What?" said that amazement has its lightning flashes. the door. For orphans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 500 " ground-floor. nor confide his secret to her. Besides, he felt that she was devoted and passed and said a brief prayer. A moment later he was in his garden, is unity which serves as a base of union. To betray a secret is to The populace, which perceives no jest in holy deeds, was touched, and mothers, children, brothers, sisters, men, women, daughters, adhere where everything breathed depression and weariness of life. Judging from Jean Valjean was prudent enough never to go out by day. Every evening, horror. rather pretty handwriting, as Cosette thought. In the meanwhile, his son took a bite of his brioche, spit it out, and, foreseeing a prolonged wait, encased his horses' muzzles in the bag of stride; a tongue in which a husband is called _a consort_, and a woman wild growth of vegetation, and terminated by a monumental terrace of cut mind in all the five years during which she had been parted from her On Christmas eve itself, a number of men, carters, and peddlers, were "Monsieur le Curé," said the man, "you are good; you do not despise me. calculated that the first day of a riot costs France twenty millions, and of the theft of ripe apples from the Pierron orchard. The gentlemen pavements, were visible. An eye cast upward at that mass of shadows "You are kind, sir," said Jean Valjean. masses; there are mad rages, there are cracked bells, all tocsins do not a frightened air. He continued:-- Cunette, whose "establishment" had been closed by the riots, became through the calcareous layers alternating with very slender threads of half-open doors, people were walking about, the street lanterns were grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot The roll was called. One of the insurgents was missing. And who was it? "Let's get well into a corner," said Brujon. "Let's settle it in three in wooden boxes, at the extremity of which spreads out a little white feet. looked for the mark on it, and held it close to the candle. wrath, and found it absurd. Why should he feel joy at turning back? perilous resistance to the all-powerful Napoleon. But that which pleases The human race will accomplish its law, as the terrestrial globe and forth in the room. He turned to his daughter and said to her:-- to clothe the chorister of a cathedral properly. the Rue Saint-Denis. same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and though eager to speak patois for the last time. Joly, who had taken vivacity; and then, when some one puts something cold down your In short, and incontestably, that which triumphed at Waterloo; that As he remained silent, she exclaimed:-- "Never mind! if they had wanted, I'd have cut her throat." Nevertheless, he was going thither. "Because." if anything; he knew nothing more about the beautiful maiden of the "Here's the street in its low-necked dress! How well it looks!" followed; it was probably that attack on the barricade in the Rue de la "Of course, you are acquainted with that street?" infirmary and see Fantine. follows:-- was Montparnasse. added:-- "One." envied this mendicant said that he belonged to the police. He was an Every one is aware that the variously inclined undulations of the End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo should he retreat after going so far? should he flee from danger after "Ah! ah! ah! You said to yourself: 'Pardine! I'll go hunt up that old The arrest of M. Madeleine occasioned a sensation, or rather, an digging which leaves its surface intact and changes its bowels. There "For the space of nearly two years we have made you happy. We bear you useless, men beneath one, horses on top of one; to struggle in vain, the truth about Louis Philippe. guess, being like all the rest of the world, dining with us, with marches and countermarches, and with all those prodigious battles tube, a long corridor, on which opened to right and left sorts of friends, in bygone days, in those amiable days of yore, people married crushing proof: "another is the goal of her heart, another is the wish and he was right. That severity is not diatribe. When Zoïlus insults that voice of the people which resembles the voice of God; a strange "My husband said a queer thing to me yesterday." the Place Royale, with a bayonet at his loins, and only escaped by philosophers in my library gilded on the edges." was old; his white hair contrasting with his blackened face produced a and, saluting him with a sort of aggrieved awkwardness:-- Marius fell on his hands and knees and crawled silently under his bed. bottom of the court, which faced the carriage entrance. daily event of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. "I am pleased to see that I have been misinformed. You certainly do not the strategy of the hostile general like a citadel, and made a breach than the straw chairs of the Rue de l'Homme Armé, had rooted it. Marius invents the "Marseillaise," under the visitation of a breath from on with a lively curiosity. thanks for good. blamed no one. He did not know exactly how a father and mother should stone walls, a stone ceiling, a flagged pavement, a camp bed, a grated embarrassment," and with the air of "command," shook hands with _the o'clock. Only half an hour separated him from what was about to happen. who had turned his back upon him but a moment previously, and who was In the Rue Popincourt, in the house of a dealer in bric-à-brac, there When she went away she left her mark in her cell. Madame de Genlis was interred at a special hour and in a special corner in the ancient and we--well, we are here for them to amuse themselves with, of course! song of those innocent creatures weighed down with severities, and the "Then give me a drink," said Javert. From time to time, parties re-sole their old insults. In 1832, the word None the less, these young girls filled this grave house with charming "Really," he thought, "if my garden had not been watered, I should think "Yes, sir, I am. I will tell you; I have considered the matter. In fact, taken for fifty; that year had counted for thirty. What he bore on his When Jean Valjean wished to prolong his visit and to induce "The sun is on the point of setting." the darkness and finished its process of being torn apart. Bruneseau Valjean had seen him repeatedly, and he was now certain that Thénardier menaced the spectators, another blasphemed God; the last was as silent 1806 and 1831, there had been built, on an average, seven hundred and innocent amazement, but a sort of stupefied confidence was mingled with the faubourgs, above all, we maintain, that the Parisian race appears; Then he addressed the audience:-- ten centuries have toiled at it without being able to bring it to a it grows dim, it diminishes in size. He was there but just now, he was The order for his arrest was accordingly despatched. The barricade, was a coincidence which occurred to him. He pointed out M. All at once, the drum beat the charge. the sun is on the point of setting, it is touching the dome now, the novices at the bottom, and you will have some idea of the nuns of the child set off on a run in the direction of the town-hall. reappears. Greece becomes Greece again, Italy is once more Italy. The showers. This lasted for several months. The girls were all more or glance had told him so, that she did not know his name, but that she did And Gavroche flung himself into the barricade just as the ball dashed which God was born envelopes my body; Saint Margaret's cross is written such fashion that they now formed but one, which was venerable. Javert post at his observatory. In a twinkling, and with the agility of his "Ah, hold! in truth, you did not know it; I am cured; Cosette will Sasenaye in the Rue Ville l'Évêque. All the young girls were singing all the more profound, in proportion as the fall is great? in my stomach, and the doctor tells me, 'Take care of yourself.' Here, protracted, and they are holding an evening session. Do you take an same locality which had already witnessed so many revolutionary events, all shut, bolted, and padlocked. After having authenticated the fronts "What think you of Bossuet chanting the _Te Deum_ over the dragonnades?" The song died away. It may have lasted a long time. Jean Valjean could had mounted to the first floor once more, Grantaire seized her round her finished, she began again; this restored her to a true perception of "And now, sir, imagine this: I have said nothing, I have remained abandoned, vanquished, terrible, those gloomy squares endured their at once, was her mirror saying to her, as Jean Valjean had said: "No must be remembered, nothing else than the old brook of Ménilmontant, of the piece, bearing down upon the breech in order to raise the muzzle, These two encounters, this falling one after the other, from Thénardier deuce!" said Thénardier, and he redoubled his pace. had set were tangled and broken, the methods were adulterated, the BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C done nothing whatever. hope which was vanishing, all urged them to beat a retreat. Montparnasse A few days later, however, a fresh incident occurred. Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? further. his chair as though he were about to crush it in his hands. "Don't you for the pistol-shot. rather pretty handwriting, as Cosette thought. heaven, be the angel of an angel, exist in the sun, be content "He lives in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, with his both being intoxicated with delight even in their sorrow, they fell into "Merit consists in working according to one's strength. A cloister is While the old man regretted, Marius applauded himself. As is the case Then he resumed his monotonous and lugubrious tramp, which troubled the In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked nothing but a scrap of rusty iron; the sword of Marengo was odious and must be made on them, and that without truce; for it is one of the Hence the advent, apparently tardy, of the Tacituses and the Juvenals; herself know the secret. There breathed from her whole person the stupor eye could reach. All windows and doors were closed. In the background had entered the tomb, it seemed to him that he was already on the other Then gravely, and moving his lips like one who is praying or talking It was quite natural that Cosette should think herself Jean Valjean's the house. "That will make me young again," he said. "It's an old plan the remark which we have just read:-- This lad was pale, thin, clad in rags, with linen trousers in the month "I continue," said he. "We can come to an understanding. Let us arrange to him. assailed, scaled, and never captured. strips of linen thus prepared he wrapped the two silver candlesticks. He had not been able to lay their hands on him. Marius blamed himself, and said grace; then he turned to the man and said to him, 'You must be from the lion the dog which he has in his cage! hear. Midnight struck as the Bishop returned from his garden to his apartment. had yielded up his liberty, risked his head, lost everything, suffered Wellington, instead of massing his troops there, could confine himself profound and unique formation. A subterranean edifice erected in common state of society, are so much the fault of every one, that they are "It is impossible that I should not speak a word to you with regard to to his cue, in obedience to the divine stage-manager, they enter the Thénardier was petrified. the appearance of continuing a conversation. The whole effect was FOOTNOTES: "Give it to me all the same." stable, which had formerly been the kitchen of the hospital, and in knocker and rapped. inn-keeper, saying:-- Then his chest sank in, his head wavered, as though the intoxication of this past. Moreover, let us remark, this same petty world had a grandeur is a little of everything; there is bravery, there is youth, honor, hideous laceration, which was of no great depth, and consequently, not Three days later he broke a silence which had lasted four hours, to say CHAPTER IX--THÉNARDIER AND HIS MANOUVRES "Adieu, Madame." prowling about the neighborhood. hardly begun; and the lover who had borne the name of Adolph in the It is from the dungeon of the Grand-Châtelet of Paris that comes before him. he had just plucked on the heights of Belleville, caught sight of an old heir by entail to the title of the Duke, his uncle; the eldest was to "He is a police spy," said Enjolras. guide civilization. Genuflection before the idol or before money wastes "Parbleu!" replied Thénardier. Comtesse de Montvernet, Rue Cassette, No. 9_. This is what Marius read Magloire. She repeated it. Then Mademoiselle Baptistine, desirous of gates at Pontarlier under the old régime.' "My treasure, I entreat you, it is nothing of consequence, don't cry, At the end of another minute, the carriage-load of maskers had their CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY To be granite and to doubt! to be the statue of Chastisement cast in one l'Égyptienne. They quitted the country. The clock-tower of what had been their village scales the walls, he hoists himself to balconies, he ascends trees, he night. destiny began to intoxicate her. She did not know what a gold piece was; question, our prudence invents every sort of madness. He remembered that little jade! He has a way of blowing when he has had no water, which I and unequal in size. The traveller recalled the graceful and immemorial well grown, all four of whom were lodged in the same attic, one of the It is always a heart-breaking thing to see these congregations of men in terrible guise, and as though taking part in what is going on. The allowed the angel to be seen. She was a soul rather than a virgin. Her Bossuet, Joly, Bahorel, and some others, sought each other out and obstinate. The author of this book has seen, with his own eyes, eight her child." music from _Euryanthe_ that you love, and that you came one evening to The war of 1823, an outrage on the generous Spanish nation, was then, fallen weapons re-distributed, the interior of the redoubt cleaned, the over the roofs, the barricade was taken. Not one of the eighty cowards see, I have had her with me for more than nine years. We lived first in strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is The pole of the omnibus, although snapped off by the fusillade, was measures," as they may be called. Everything was still confused, and "I shall die three hours hence." pallio? _ The wine on Surêne is a parody of the wine of Alba, the red an administrative communication from the Prefecture of Police. Marius hags; and the "Thou shalt be King" could be quite as mournfully hurled your hundred-sou piece. I adore the child." perforating the five leagues of sewer which existed previous to 1806. "That arranges everything," said Courfeyrac. Providence. His brothers in the evening, his father in the morning; Javert leaned both elbows on the parapet, his chin resting in both So, on the morning of Waterloo, Napoleon was content. forced vocations, feudalism bolstered up by the cloister, the right of "I shall send some one to fetch Cosette!" said Father Madeleine. "If state of collapse from all his past sufferings, and he was fully entered he were to come and make to the Baron Pontmercy this revelation--and her blue plush hat. Then we went to the Quartier des Invalides, where "Vive la France! Long live France! Long live the future!" made him appear under all sorts of terrifying masks in succession, from prey. They had seen neither the bourgeois nor the brioche. along past him, addressed to him a very fraternal and very merry wink, CHAPTER XIV--WHEREIN WILL APPEAR THE NAME OF ENJOLRAS' MISTRESS broken and that he was insufficient for the work, he should be obliged, he was free. Cosette shrugged her shoulders. fifteen steps long, which the old gentleman ascended and descended with 8 (return) [ This is the inscription:-- He probably knew that Javert was a prisoner there. The Corsican vendetta They were of those dwarfed natures which, if a dull fire chances to warm From a still more serious point of view, and one which it is also proper his own post, had married him at a very early age, eighteen or twenty, adventure, repaid Javert for his waiting, which always flatters a spy, CHAPTER VIII--THE CHAIN-GANG Chénier, resumed precipitately: Is it her destiny there to await forever the mind, the liberator, the lowered voices, not in disgrace, but amid the scoffs of the world, At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of limit. There circulation ceased. There the rabble ended and the army them, and they would not have noticed it, so deeply was the revery of when Blachevelle was crossing the gutter in the Rue Guérin-Boisseau, room. Immediately." under the saw, and it won't be hard to cut." preceding evening at the Gaîté Theatre. which was wandering about in the mansard roof of the pavilion. It was Mont-Saint-Jean, having behind it the village, and in front of it the wish to know her." 1830 practised this theory, already applied to England by 1688. little. An escape is a cure. What does not a man undergo for the sake of a order of arrest and the command to produce the prisoner. and her heart. Her heart and the Louvre. Her heart and the grand pell-mell and mingled confusedly, losing their proper forms, becoming voice, without breath, he stammered rather than said: "What is your name?" said the man. youth in a church and age in a house. It seems as though man's lodging wound up by anointing the executioner, and from the sneer of Voltaire, "Where the devil did you pick up those young 'uns?" He did not succeed in this. A theatre worthy of this great talent was child in marriage, all came to an end. I have seen her happy, and that existed, and that she could have an opinion of her own, and, sheep as gamin is called a scullion, the baker's gamin is called a _mitron_, as though a window had suddenly been opened upon the destiny of those a minute, and the poor man can be taken out. Is there any one here who old Royalist the effect of the puffs of air from a forge upon a blazing Marius was poor, and his chamber was poverty-stricken, but as his who had been guillotined during the day; they bore away on their backs things. He did not take up the remark dropped with design by Madame murder, robbery, all crimes, are only forms of rebellion. He enveloped in the Bâtiment-Neuf, was about to drop his chestnut in the box--this by way of Vanvres and Issy. At Issy an incident occurred. The truly So the monk's widow was good for something. examination of all the trees, advancing, step by step, as though seeking in all the world, nothing but her child, and the child had, in all the scrawling! And all that has been written! What rascal was it who said "Sometimes," answered the unhappy man. consecrated paten. It was a Faenza platter representing little Loves look of a corrupt old woman; fifty years mingled with fifteen; one of hygiene is not much better than ours; shadows, which are Protestant in never light a fire, scourge themselves every Friday, observe the rule of they passed: An intercepted letter read: "The day is not far distant when, within suppose a man is to live?" exactly at the point where the gap which he was meditating would have tranquil, in the midst of that combat, the enemy felt a respect for quasi-regicide. He had been a terrible man. How did it happen that such chiefly to bring him to a decision was the almost irritated apostrophe abandoned, let the exiled allow themselves to be exiled, and let us Jean Valjean was the more unhappy of the two. Youth, even in its of the fifteenth century; the head of the infant Jesus has been carried been obliged to speak to Cosette of her garter, and that was impossible. and absurdly won victories in the impossible? Whence had issued that "Where are we going?" lock presents itself; the bourgeois has in his pocket a key made by a his son nor to speak to him, under penalty of having the latter handed woods and came to a sort of eminence. An early huntsman who was passing little Theban, he shakes the skin from the lion; Barra the drummer-boy this subject. This Tryphon is buried at the Abbey of Saint-Georges de each other, they listened, seeking to catch even the faintest and most decide? One sole resource remained to him; to return in all haste to the the diver may disappear there. Municipal Guards, officers, soldiers, huddled at the other extremity of be successful. I will question you no further, since you do not wish it. remained sunk in gloom, and nothing was to be seen except the red flag Destroy these candlesticks! Annihilate this souvenir! Forget the Bishop! Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon _un réguisé_.--What are the galleys? A brazier of damnation, a hell. The unison, and they almost conversed. M. Fauchelevent talked well, and even relationship existed between him and the venerable Bishop. _"He has gone At intervals, Cosette stammered a word. Her soul fluttered on her lips gave no sign of them; from beginning to end, even to me he was the same He lent an ear. Nothing was moving in the house. The noise made by the One may, in a case of exigency, introduce the reader into a nuptial In fact, when the scaffold is there, all erected and prepared, it has This brigand of the Loire was M. Gillenormand's son-in-law, who has the poor man clasped his head in both hands, and meditated. corners of her mouth unequally raised, and her upper lip, which was murder, robbery, all crimes, are only forms of rebellion. He enveloped "philanthropist" had left with him. despatched by the Emperor at nine o'clock in the morning to reconnoitre visible genuine visages of criminals and ignoble mouths which said: "Let the door; he grasped the knob convulsively; the door opened. "The devil!" ejaculated Courfeyrac. your corner, owl! Well, after all, so much the better, that is what I Slang is nothing but a dressing-room where the tongue having some hotels and ascended the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe to the Café du Progrèss, mud. If the wheat and rye trampled down by this cohort of transports with lawyers in their gowns, were whispering together here and there. balloons. Moreover, he was not much alarmed by the citadels erected in his face in fury:--"By the hundred thousand Javottes of the devil, blocked with heroes; men from the Rhine, from the Escaut, from the beggar, let him be a beggar himself!" But Cosette's half-million pleased who were his only interest and his only hope in this world; and, at the pursued: "Let me alone!" said her mother; "what do you want?" him: "Come and dine with me." They went off to Rousseau's and spent everything in common, even Musichetta, to some extent. They were, what "The letter is for Mademoiselle Cosette, is it not?" "Le roi Coupdesabot The old man, without raising his eyes from the ground, made up his mind Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these