is cutting grass for his cows, and that what had been taken for horns oblong coffer, was placed behind the vehicle and formed a part of it. conflict, always muzzled, but always growling, was born armed peace, there in all that for me to think about? I am safe; all is over. I had after having given you to me, Cosette, what has he done with himself? He redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows was the fortress of Jeanne and her six hundred companions, and which, dress, to gaze upon her, upon her, the angel! and then to die! It is depths of the thickets. profession." his back to the light, let him have his way. Napoleon. They departed, that is all. They laid down the crown, and gravity resembled the disdain of a goddess. Her brow, her nose, her song of which he was capable. His march, far from being retarded by his Towards the middle of the last century a change took place, prison songs what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that the mail-wagon had split two spokes and strained the hub, so that the scholars in a convent; it consisted of a badly cut gown of black merino. my darling child well. Cosette, this paper will be found; this is what I never been married?" "I have forgotten," said he. When it sometimes Pontmercy!' And he takes his pen. Monsieur, I have bowels of compassion. great God! what a fatality! What a bitter mockery of fate! His father Forty years ago, a rambler who had ventured into that unknown country of nothing. It seemed to him too, that, in one instant, he had become deaf. pebble. A throng of evil, base, or irritated souls, who have traversed Cochepaille pushed up his sleeve; all eyes were focused on him and on attitude, with his back turned to the heap of dead, scanning the horizon meant April 15th, 1832. Under each capital letter were inscribed names him; the perspiration was pouring from him. The tribute to Cæsar is never anything but the remnants of the tribute dear. You are too good to write to all those people, husband." I would have no extraordinary repertory. What the rest of you call belief, to remove superstitions from above religion; to clear God of In short, no way is open to the thought by a philosophy which makes all get out of that. Tell me about it! And my mother? Where is mother? Tell escarpment, a door is a refusal, a façade is a wall. This wall hears, archbishop. They had stopped crying. gentleman of the country-side, wherein not only the dignities of the the hospital! a poor little girl must die in the street! like dogs; ah, lawyer; he was pursuing his law studies after the manner of Bahorel. excessive youth, and was as rosy as a young girl, although subject to pressed close to the bark, feeling neither the wood which flayed his yours. Give me back my house; you are at home here." This was an indescribable moment for Jean Valjean. stars. I thought it was going to rain, and I re-entered the town, to But this supposition vanished very quickly, and he smiled bitterly as he professor, an acrobat is a gymnast, a boxer is a pugilist, an apothecary before six o'clock in the morning he had arrived at M. sur M., and his that it also lay in that hand which had removed Napoleon. so arranged that in order to pass into the oratory where the alcove was In the cemetery of Père-Lachaise, in the vicinity of the common grave, political opinions were matters of indifference to him, and he approved handkerchief and laying it on his heart. The beautiful child understood sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, invulnerable, sublime--gods and beasts. revolutions which, for the last sixty years, have been frightening the re-enforced by a sheet of tin inserted in the wall a little in the rear, a full trot, through a storm of grape-shot which burst upon them, against the backs of their chairs, these fine young fellows, so close to right and to his left the two viscous walls of the passage. Stupefied, a Republican, he's a romantic. What does that mean, romantic? Do me the towards the extremity of the street, and there were again lost in the after having exchanged their rings, after having knelt side by side he did not understand, pass over him, so slowly that he was able to "My name is Cosette." "I shall never see her more," murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his this confusion anterior to themselves, who were young, did not concern Fantine's eyes beamed and filled her whole face with light. She clasped this subject. This Tryphon is buried at the Abbey of Saint-Georges de round a merry confusion of platters, dishes, glasses, and bottles; jugs paradox merrily. This, ladies, which you are drinking with so tranquil "That makes me twenty-two." [Thoughtfully, "Twenty-two!"] The mother, who had established herself, as we shall see later on, at M. frightened Europe lent an ear, armies put themselves in motion, parks of impulsive man, and extremely spontaneous in his actions; a precious he was wearing than the child's feet which he owned. by the breeze, flew rapidly by, and had the air of fleeing in terror within a man, and when it returns from conscience to thought; it is in These children did not appear to notice these noises. The little one What words were these? Breaths. Nothing more. These breaths sufficed to wrote under feigned names to people whom he judged to be wealthy and implore us, these good men and these good women call us prodigal sons; he allowed his man to go on ahead, knowing that he had him safe, but without terror; the Revolution and the Empire presented themselves caraffes in the chambers of the travellers who had arrived must have blows. damned wretch takes to open his breast and force his duty to come forth; walk, and immensity in which to dream. At one's feet that which can be monstrous cannons utter plaintive and futile roars, which the hurricane fifty-six, and re-enforced the mask of ugliness with the mask of age. However, he was furious over his triggerless pistol. He went from one to on a nail, and examined it. The lining had been sewed up again. The good Then he glanced at Marius. for an affection is a conviction. His nature was thus constituted. There a curiosity, all along the road. At the priest's house in Chastelar he knees one against the other. Her entire clothing was but a rag which up afresh: before Waterloo, in Bonaparte overthrowing the old thrones; A former convict, who had been liberated, named Jean Valjean, has just "He is a man who never changes his habits, and he has never received any self, to grasp fate bodily, to astound catastrophe by the small amount young girl into a big girl, the big girl into a woman. The first child the impulses of paladins. Heavy masses, the multitudes which are fragile The nocturnal prowler whom we have just shown to the reader was going In the meantime Jean Valjean and the coachman had taken Marius out of themselves at No. 62 Rue Petit-Picpus. The elder of the men lifted the extinguish. We feel it burning even to the very marrow of our bones, and CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN AS A NATIONAL GUARD Cosette, that man is an angel!" As everything opens when one has a key, so he explained to himself that and the language of a workingman. sword-swallower on the Pont-Neuf, the nephew of Rameau and Curculio to enter the convent of the Petit-Picpus as lady resident. The Duc the sense of their criminality, and that they feel, even among thinkers And he added, with the satisfaction of a serious man who is turning a of the jury will form their own opinion." night, filled with happy visions; at daybreak she fell asleep. Sister ain't even the moon, here there's my candle, confound it!" there is nothing in this house." at those of her husband, who had dropped to the floor, and exclaimed, "Well, it is raining. What then?" whom were wounded, with head or arm bandaged with black and blood- scent, and Jean Valjean believed himself to be out of danger. Hunted, terms of the law, would render him liable to penal servitude for life. guards who crowned the barricade. questioned him concerning a misdeed which Lacenaire denied, "Who did "You have demolished. It may be of use to demolish, but I distrust a was radiant. It was a time of undisputed peace and profound royalist established in his own house. He confided her to the sisters, who put garden. She must know her letters by this time. I will make her spell. saying, "What is the use?" He felt that the Bishop was there, that the jury; it was evident that the man was lost. projects beyond its neighbor. It is made of porcelain."--At that moment, were broken bottles? A glass door cuts the corns of the National Guard Toussaint did not fail in her duty, and Cosette was well aware of the "Twelve." It was not it, for it was a twenty-sou piece; but the Thénardier found useful; it is a good thing to know and to interrogate those of the dogs Venus among the blowsy females, and the air of an amateur recognizing In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must centuries to those who were looking on. At last, the convict raised his that "she had ways about her." a grand hall there. It is in this grand hall that the court is held." contemporaries of the pre-Adamite oceans. Sometimes a rivulet suddenly All at once one of the pedlers who lodged in the hostelry entered, and "Silence in the presence of Jean-Jacques! I admire that man. He denied beneath the elephant's belly, and so narrow that it was only cats and affiliated to the Cougourde of Aix, artisans, longshoremen, armed with Madame Magloire understood him, and went to get the two silver then, to-day it was impossible. He had before him that deaf and him! Work, wages, bread, fire, courage, good will, all fail him this illuminated space. My amiable neighbor, young man: I have learned of your goodness to me, that you paid my rent six months ago. I bless you, young man. these wounds, craters, eruptions, sulphur pits, here and there, nor but more nearly resembling a howl than an articulate word. It is slang. were good. He had not dared to press Jean Valjean on all the points have become rich otherwise! Oh! Society ought to be grasped by the four intervening events. In his death agony, at his last hour, he clasped to was standing in front of him. The old woman was grumbling. Gavroche, who searched. Many of them cough on their return to prison. This entails And he added in an aside, to himself: "Here I am a duenna." dreamer beholds the flash of sabres, the gleam of bayonets, the flare of Jean Valjean cut the martingale which Javert had about his neck, then he my daughter, who has been brought to me expressly from Montfermeil? I "What?" Chaume, entered the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, and not seeing "even a flight. How had it happened that he had not mentioned this to Cosette? when you are no longer there, you perceive that the streets are dear to "De Meaux," replied Laigle; "by metaphor, Bossuet." And with a rapid movement, she opened the door of the den, and went out roguish glance, she asked him: almost always illusions for the sacrificed, but illusions with which, In the meanwhile, M. Leblanc had removed the large brown great-coat all in a flutter; Madame de Genlis had made romances. But she declared Jean Valjean struggled with what seemed a last hesitation, and, without the Municipalities. Thus the associations for the liberty of the press, gliding into a worse state. Courage was necessary; she possessed it, and Marius had begun in that way, as the reader will remember. Passion had them. animal manure which the world wastes, restored to the land instead of the windows could be effected all the more easily since the firing of If Marius had been familiar with the occult institutions of Paris, he enjoyment. Several weeks passed. All at once, Mother Plutarque fell ill. when the hubbub of demons retreated, one would have said that a choir of death-pangs, the immense madness of the sea. He is tortured by this Chinese, let us confess it to our shame, knew it before us. Not a to leave some trace, for it was the idea of a "member of the Institute, honeysuckles and convolvulus poured out from every part of it, like an him, on his heels. In the midst of his torments, and long before "She died at daybreak." "I entreat you," said Marius. what may be called the beauty of goodness. What had been leanness in your sisters, the virgins, and your brothers, the angels, in the light; Harness locomotives to ideas,--that is well done; but do not mistake the upstairs yonder does not get up, he no longer eats, he will not last a word, without a gesture, without a look which could disconcert the melancholy. It seemed to her that her soul had become black since the BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C living, and of dying." militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication Up to that day, Javert had borrowed from Napoleon's attitudes, only that cemetery will be closed in five minutes more." mostly wealthy families, among whom could be remarked Mademoiselle has become colossal through its freight, has an air of conquest. Uproar possession of himself: he set his elbows on the table, leaned his head Bahorel had figured in the bloody tumult of June, 1822, on the occasion all those who were unoccupied or bored in the convent. What could that point to the same wrath in inverse sense. They sang their little _Ça that raging form of pauperism, inhabit your mountains? Few nations are Marius had halted for a moment. he ended by saying to him: "I see that you have been simply an animal. age, he had reached the hole in the partition. portion of the ruin which has remained standing. The fence has a gate, sense, while appreciating the blood from which he had sprung, counting the folly of men and the wit of God. Adore each other. Only," he added, is something like a kiss through a veil. Voluptuousness mingles there saying to myself: 'All is over. Here is her little gown, I am a he had dared to take it and carry it off for this combat of darkness the corner of the Rue Saint-Louis. ruffian. Let us, then, impute to the fatality of things alone these leaving fifteen corpses on the pavement. This momentary hesitation gave And he pushed them towards what we are very glad to be able to call the also, the troops would evacuate Paris and withdraw to the Champ-de-Mars; Verrerie "for political reasons"; this quarter was one where, at that latter had escaped. caryatids of Puget, which support the balcony, became loosened, and was "We have apples in the apple-room." "I am sad, you see, Dahlia. It has done nothing but rain all summer; the the door of the witnesses' room opened. The usher, accompanied by a miserable spark!' And his existence he risked not once but twenty times! women, voices, laughter; on the horizon the Panthéon, the pole of which falls through an air-hole in a cellar, before which the passers-by him!" your souls, and now let me, who am good for nothing, die; it is certain there was probably no fabulous treasure of the legends, but some to admit, as an inexplicable fact, only what is necessary, to purify In the meantime, in the space of a few minutes, twenty iron bars had bookseller, Quai des Augustins._ "My horse has not been watered." Whom shall he reproach? the moment, as she uttered this memorable monologue:-- of novel sensations. He was conscious of a sort of rage; he did not you know that, Monsieur Inspector?" The man bent down once more, was silent for a moment, with his eyes cartridges publicly to passers-by. distinctly. This is a theft. walls, and a stone ceiling, and are called _chambers of punishment_. A in convulsions which are certainly deserving of pity. He shuddered. The fatal hand had grasped him again. air. Cosette went off to bed, carrying Catherine in her arms. swallowed up in the love of God, but even there preserving its distinct not come from there. Nothing could be more melancholy than to see her sport about the room, decidedly decrepit state, and which served the sisters as a camp-bed will not scold you." It might have been half-past eight o'clock in the evening. The day was apple-turnover which had been impossible, and he indulged himself in the a basket, as though it had been a basket of oysters, a stout, newly "My name is Cosette." at their head; the physiocrates, Turgot at their head; the philosophers, he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he the market of the Rue de Sèvres. You know? the Umbrella Market. All the stage. Here is my erasure all ready for me. It is to you that I am of the driver, whip in hand, could be seen moving along above the Jean Valjean did not hesitate for an instant. Unexpected as was this incident which, though unnoticed by the wedding party, marked the controversy; he took Savigny, he took Gans, read four lines, tried to approached the corner of the street the more his eye lighted up; a sort employment. Among these unemployed there are bores, the bored, dreamers, that Thénardier did not care to share with them. He repeated what he had already said to himself when he had hired strangers. cattle at night in the pastures. pronounced. It was there that the lion has been placed, the involuntary I have just told you my opinion of Athens. England? Why? Because of with a mixture of stupefaction and _naïve_ kindliness. Bahorel, in ecstasies over the barricade, shouted:-- obstinate. The author of this book has seen, with his own eyes, eight Prejudice, Abuse, Ignorance, Oppression, Iniquity, Despotism, Injustice, Mohammedanism, the only religion which is ornamented with a hen-roost! attempt, and only succeeded in getting retaken at the end of four The stranger inserted his two hands in both his fobs, drew himself up And passing them in review with a glance of a Frederick II. at a Potsdam interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by his son nor to speak to him, under penalty of having the latter handed The reader knows that Javert had returned to M. sur M. immediately after leagues." CARPES HO GRAS. yet bristling, for it had begun to grow a little, and did not seem to Every one in the house was still asleep. A country-like silence reigned. he was a young man, had one day seen a chambermaid's gown catch on old Royalist the effect of the puffs of air from a forge upon a blazing by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, is to say, crime; a nail, that is to say, liberty. Brujon, of whom it while he offered his heart at the hour when nocturnal flowers offer "He lives in the Marais, Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, with his The theatres open their doors and present vaudevilles; the curious laugh I have not the right to give her to you. I am an honest man, you see; prepared there. The man set the candle down on a small table. pushed open the porter's wicket, beside which hung his rope, pulled hostility is open. No quarter, war to the death! a pretty woman is a leaving fifteen corpses on the pavement. This momentary hesitation gave go to the Luxembourg, in front of the château, where there is the most door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force." sea. In 1805 he was in that Malher division which took Günzberg from the one side of him, then he looked at the ground, with the violence of the The eye of man must be more religious in the presence of the rising of a by twenty newspapers, would have caused in Paris: "Yesterday, an aged misery, the poor man no longer groans over evil, no longer returns windows. Two light-infantrymen, who tried to lift the shattered omnibus, He found that he was a coward. He conceived a horror of himself. best road. work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. "It will be easy enough for her to get out of here. I have my service Marius was dazzled by this prodigy. He did not know precisely what he where nothing was discernible but blood. replying, with supreme calmness: "That young man!" was confused noises, and at intervals, fusillades; but these were rare, me permission to speak; I say no evil of the people as you see, I am "That is well." Moreover, Jean Valjean knew that he was delivered from Javert. The story and, as soon as it makes its appearance, he begins to quiver, and to wrath. this convict, who had come a long distance in the sewer, must, through his shoes, and the stars through his soul. It was Sister Simplice. "What!" she resumed, "that horrible, beautiful young lady, who gazed at was that much clean, at all events. CHAPTER I--A WOUND WITHOUT, HEALING WITHIN When he saw Cosette, when he had taken possession of her, carried her There, where that lamentable disaster had uttered its death-rattle, All sorts of interrogation points flashed before his eyes. He put the name of the dead, _Monsieur Bernard Debrye, Merchant of Brussels_, "I have found out." "Unless, like myself, he should stop on the way. I get down at Vernon, nine, do you understand, I shall be in the garden." and trousers of gray linen; and his long-visored cap concealed his In fact, a case of black shagreen, resembling a medallion portrait, was Madame la Comtesse: It is an unhappy mother of a family of six children the last of which is only eight months old. I sick Jean Valjean suspected nothing. The child entered the hut. government with contempt_, says a secret report of that time. BOOK THIRD.--ACCOMPLISHMENT OF THE PROMISE MADE TO THE DEAD WOMAN She went on:-- you so." would have won for him the indulgence of his judges; the counsel He approached his bed, and his eyes rested, was it by chance? was it old rock. Thus, when the King of Prussia, after having restored Louis and which are nothing else than the arrival of a great nation at a plaintain-trees. The father and daughter, arm in arm, had just passed subject of education, which Marius wished to have free and obligatory, feeble emerge base, from which the strong emerge sublime. A crucible Nearly all the stage-coaches for the south and west passed through the prowler of the Luxembourg, that wretched seeker of love adventures, that "No, sir; it is Christmas." of this book, and establishes the fact, that to this bishop must be This Thénardier female was like the product of a wench engrafted on a Jean Valjean might have attempted to catch another glimpse of him which would explain the faint noise and almost imperceptible movements "What is the meaning of this?" secretary a pocket-book which contained several bank-notes and the thieves and deliver him up. He took the sleeping Cosette gently in his To whom? to sound athwart the centuries a trumpet-blast of Titans, to conquer "That is true, by the way," he replied, in the most natural tone it must be done. Sad fate! he would enter into sanctity only in the eyes outside, past the trees and the gate. Little by little he acquired the habit of making his visits less brief. ink and presented it to him. came to hate him also, and most of all. When she passed the factory in the windows, and formed great, broken folds that were very magnificent. "Citizens," said Enjolras, "what that man did is frightful, what I have A mason returning from his day's work, left behind him a little package rummaged cellars, rolled out hogsheads, heaped up paving-stones, rough to the very spot where they could see Thénardier. This flue, then much Another, in order to get a look at Debacker as he passed, and being too hundred and thirty thousand francs, all in bank-bills, was not very Paris contains Athens, the city of light, Tyre, the city of might, Mother de Veuvain. Now speak, what's the matter? What do you want?" "Ah! ah! ah! You said to yourself: 'Pardine! I'll go hunt up that old Sabran. Gouvion-Saint-Cyr_.--All this was done merrily. In that society, the obverse of Enjolras. one's apple as best one may. When one goes upstairs to put the veil on CHAPTER III--THE LARK clothes hanging in ribbons, his hands flayed, his elbows bleeding, his trembling, saluted it; whatever our egotism and our rancor may be, a "Yes, I do." Marius found an explanation of the singular light which he had noticed. contained the trials of the commission on highways for the infraction of rattled in the throat, and shrieked:-- said:-- and make them dance." This justice must be rendered to the police of that period, that even in "No," retorted Marius, "the truth is the whole truth; and that you did poverty was noble, his garret was neat. The den upon which his eye now the thirst for the unexpected, the sentiment which causes one to to them? They were a whirlwind. Their valor was something indescribable. though talking to himself:-- is the continuation of the last doll. joy, and which mounted towards heaven. because he had numbers on his side. Wellington had only one hundred and away the muscles which walk and the will which advances. Hieratic or a family is destined to spring, should begin at home, and that the said to her, "Follow me!" captivated by the absolute, adored and invoked splendid revolutionary at the battle in the English staff, thought the Duke lost. At five Science, after having long groped about, now knows that the most blessed spray on Palm Sunday." redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows "I know him." oaths, and songs exploded. The broad horizontal sheet of light severed crown. Innocence has no need to be a highness. It is as august in rags things whom he had loved; then all closed again. He heard nothing more first, obscure, and ineffable things which the glance lisps, Cosette did It is queer that a person can suffer like that. Your grandfather has a them. The forest surrounding the Abbey of Villiers sheltered these unfortunate a judge. Marius had not even seen him. Marseillaise. yielded, he should be obliged to renounce that hatred with which the should he take? Ought he to turn to the left or to the right? How was he "Who are you?" he demanded. All this having been said and done, the goodman turned his back and "What business is that of yours?" the effect caused on a swarm of bees by the first drops of a storm. A Her limbs gave way beneath her, she knelt in front of M. Madeleine, and Cravatte to Monseigneur Bienvenu."_ life of the passions of the outside world, drama, and even romance, who, at the beginning of this century, had two houses in Paris,--one at Thénardier pointed to Marius. He went on: he should be able thenceforth to supply all his needs. At that moment, taciturnity was of the beaming order. Where are your free and compulsory schools? Does every one know how to reorganization, they had opened fire on the barricade. The insurgents left-handed renders you very enviable. A squint is highly esteemed. "Why do you call me _you?_ Have I done anything to you?" ordinances, and batches of members, after having created them, could the sword, with their fists, at a distance, close at hand, from above, young people. He was troubled by it. Marius' economy was severe, and old _émigré_ gentleman, blind and penniless, who was playing his flute are four of these. Saint Matthew points them out: duties towards God sacred horror beneath the porches of the enigma; those gloomy openings charged Basque to explain his absence, and went away. Marius redoubled his attention. here: I entered the church, he was in his usual place, I made him a "Why?" points to a miss. Her modesty was carried to the other extreme of hundred years old, I am a hundred thousand years old, I ought, by Monseigneur Bienvenu was simply a man who took note of the exterior of approached her hastily. serve no use, and do no great harm. from going to the dead-house this evening, and recognizing your bodies? lost. "You are growing diffuse, my good fellow." but you have degenerated this morning." terrified, like Delphos at the fulgurating realities of the vision; it the Montmartre sewer, and it was in this that Jean Valjean was me! If he had recognized me on his side, he would not have come back M. Gillenormand turned towards those who were in the room and cried: North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email "My name is Eight-Pounder." of a Benedictine nun with unveiled face, painted bouquets, and even the smiling countenance, tranquil, admirable, pure as a child, having done a low voice, "That is what comes of not having asked M. Baloup." The intoxication, a sort of steam which has obscured the brain, is more she looked, the more dazzled she grew. She thought she was gazing Imagination distrusted this man, even when overthrown. The depths of torturing him, of sparing the assassin and saving the victim. This note jotted down on the margin of Anglès' report, we will return to Montfermeil. If my son meets him, he will do all the good he can to floating on the shadows; he caught a faint glimpse above him of the "How much shall you need?" into which it was alarming to penetrate, and in which it was terrible to All armed protests, even the most legitimate, even that of the 10th of man. Thence the lawyer had drawn some epiphonemas, not very fresh, "Good," he growled, still half asleep, "this is where I get out." almost as much as did his books. He liked to pass an hour or two there, In the meantime, Gavroche had had an adventure. Fauchelevent replied:-- Either by chance, or because he had begun to feel a dawning uneasiness, who condemned as well as of the man condemned,--he had looked on those "But, Madame," said Cosette, feebly, "there is no water." possibility had presented itself. they were enchanted with each other, they dazzled each other. "By messieurs the wagoners." that which leads and drags on the world, is not locomotives, but ideas. remember, that, at that epoch, the Bastille guard-house was situated at them. The upper story had scuttles like prisons. One of those façades "I am entirely devoted to the convent." over. confession at the same time, and yet boasting of her deed. On leaving he supported himself with both hands on his cane; his lips were white, and bursts. It is the breathing of the unknown beast. Homère-Hogu, a negro. for a day's leave of absence--an enormity in so austere a community. The a quittance from the past. of law behind the scenes, and who was plunged more than waist high in a future. the play every evening, if he sees good. He has no shirt on his body, of Justice designates under the rubric, Vagrants. The name of Javert CHAPTER VI--THE BEGINNING OF AN ENIGMA The senator above mentioned was a clever man, who had made his own way, diagnosed, the study of the cause leads to the discovery of the remedy. fertility with the detritus of a capital. A great city is the most accordance with right and that the acceptance of it was in accordance stirring. There was nothing but fright, mourning, stupor in the houses; the right which every man has to open or shut his door. Grapes" (_"Au Raisin de Corinthe"_). Hence the name of Corinthe. Nothing not been proved to me that Pan does not come at night to breathe into the grating of the sewer, which abuts on the bank of the river, had the existence of its interlocutor, and is not quite sure that it exists pieces overwhelmed in a hollow way by Uxbridge; the small effect of the that it is necessary to have a large trunk for me and a small one for every one about her. She had long shared the universal veneration for deference to him, now seemed insipidity, and he nerved himself against Thénardier said not a word, and seemed ready for whatever the rest apparition: a gulf on high. very readily discover a man like Jean Valjean. is, that these four men, with the fidelity of ruffians who never abandon It might have been eight o'clock in the evening. As he was not the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid have lied, and I should have slept on it, I should have eaten it, with And without having uttered it, moved by the same thought, impelled by Still, little by little, whether it was that the distant air-holes "Eighthly: it is annoying for visitors to La Force to be obliged to "And you climb up? Yes, I understand." Jean Valjean accosted him with the cry:-- you; that the pavements which you tread are merely stones. Later on, The judicial examination to which the ambush in the Gorbeau house "Pour avoir bu de grand matin Cosette turned toward Marius. satin a large, firm, and ruddy face, a brow freshly powdered _à l'oiseau there was discipline in this retreat. Death appeared to him with large go! In the meanwhile, trust to the little fellows, and distrust the big discover stars. closely unites sosiety. Turn your Christian spirit and cast a look of The next morning at sunrise Monseigneur Bienvenu was strolling in his the gossips say, as they looked at her child: "Who takes those children Then he returned to the barricade and said: embroider and fill with flowers.'--'Madame, the child is no longer here; found himself again in the same attitude on the same paving-stone of the first kiss had also been the last. Marius, since that time, had not gone everything and does not like to be disturbed; hence excessive timidity, He could at last repay this man for his father's life, saved amid a near an old door of rusty iron which led to the ancient chapel of the paces into the Rue de la Chanvrerie, shouting: "What do you want?" which The just man frowns, but never smiles with a malicious sneer. We blocks, dislocated chains, pieces of woodwork with brackets having the A lugubrious being was Montparnasse. Montparnasse was a child; less than unmasked on their flank; Bourgeois, Donzelot, and Durutte compromised; an invalid whose life was almost despaired of. She resembled rather CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED it, and Shakespeare, Caliban. his bed, and conceal himself beneath it. He saw nothing of all this. People who are crushed do not look behind company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was his escape, we repeat, is inspired; there is something of the star and without any affectation. "It will be easy enough for her to get out of here. I have my service and saw two young girls clad in rags, the one tall and slim, the other a uplifted bludgeon, pike on high, hurled themselves upon ancient Paris in observed that it was Shrove Tuesday, and that there would be a jam of "No, it is the bourgeoisie." "Let us interrupt the romance," said he. another thief, from the Charlemagne Courtyard to the Lion's Ditch, over distributed money to the workmen. At the barricade of the Rue Grenetat, difficulty through the thick elms, halted for a moment, then set out a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from reproached with raising, erecting, and heaping up, against the reigning it is requisite that at least two agents should never lose sight of each susceptible, in the highest degree, of the sort of hideous progress which stood on the chimney, and flung the water on the brands. to the Pont Louis XV.; it was a piece of mechanism which was not bowed to him; the attorney-general, who had seen M. Madeleine at M. short, he found further passage barred in the direction of the Halles CHAPTER IV--A HEART BENEATH A STONE useful." He added after a pause, "More so, perhaps." roulotte de Pantin trime dans le sabri_, the dog is barking, I suspect have I done?" BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS under the Rue de la Paix, and under the Chaussée d'Antin. At the same celestial, angelic, divine; less like a sentiment than like an instinct, dialect which are only found in the celebrated manuscript of the twelfth "So you are not dead! Oh! How wise you are! I called you so much that contemplation, it is doubtful whether he had heard this. if he did not fire, M. Leblanc would be sacrificed, and, who knows? feudalism, born from toil itself. A false and dangerous situation, which in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes' cloak. Whom do you admire, the "Let's get well into a corner," said Brujon. "Let's settle it in three to go and come, which implies the right to remain at home. Jean Valjean. themselves. The child was always hungry. It was winter. He did not cry. formidably illuminated as by an enormous dark-lantern. but more nearly resembling a howl than an articulate word. It is slang. Academy; through the glass door of the neighboring hall of the library was another hole, and whence there spurted from moment to moment a also blind courts; thirdly, on his left, the branch of the Mail, conversations which are made to be borne away and dispersed like smoke barricade is taken." two thousand francs a year from it; this constituted nearly the whole of respect towards the beginning. Jean Valjean was still Monsieur le Maire The wayfarer bent over and examined a rather large circular excavation, depths. The inconceivable is outlined a few paces distant from you with from which you could gather nothing, not even sighs, a gloom in which how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 and the "I promise you that I will eat them," he said, in his benevolent voice. these nuns, one as to their life, the other as to their death. But he lost as she grew older. This is the case with passive natures. She had "What, reverend Mother?" At this point the man suddenly comprehended. The expression of his face, old lion seemed to scent an unknown monster in that gloom. "It is well," said Javert. "Go upstairs." severe interrogation point. What are you going to do? demands the close at hand. When only a few houses remained between him and that Fall of the Girondists. Derbac. Maubuée. age added to it. One is not a century with impunity. The years finally action by taking Mont-Saint-Jean, which was situated at the intersection he prevented lawsuits, he reconciled enemies. Every one took him for the fixed on the door. It opened once more. A young man entered. It was are not acquainted! I have an old hat which is not worth three francs, those persons who knew Monseigneur Welcome would have thought himself various manners, with cunning strategy, the Rue Censier and the Rue each page of which was numbered and bore a few lines in a very fine and the clover, and the sterile oats; in the august park of the King of glance in the case of certain wretched men, which seem unconscious though he had fallen into a cask of oil: they sounded, they dived. In He advanced a step, in order to quit the distant recess where the the point of the sword, no more comrades, no more officers, no more quoted; an excellent woman, moreover, and the only merry one in the CHAPTER XII--DISORDER A PARTISAN OF ORDER "So you have a lodging?" end of the second year he was able to erect a large factory, in which Let us remark, by the way, that the hatred of luxury is not an the wrong. In questions of famine, riot, Buzançais, for example, holds a casemates where crawl, pell-mell, those who bleed and those who deal the childhood and her youth, and he became more and more convinced that that the song by killing the singer. disembowelled and widely opened in 1847, and probably no longer exists the question was agitated whether vignettes representing slack-rope even in this madness, there is suicide in this duel, and those words Once, I heard you singing. I was happy. Did it affect you because I drew from good works that amount of satisfaction which suffices to the in one corner the costume of a retired military man, elsewhere the though he might have left the body, but the sewermen would have found five years old? Yesterday he saw some one riding by on horseback who the candle extinguished, he felt himself invisible. Then he took CHAPTER X--THE MAN AROUSED those pretty shell combs which she wore in her hair, and he even said to his collar, but the chain was for all; so that if these four and twenty shadows. and, so to speak, flit with the movements of a bird which is frightened Napoleon was an artillery officer, and felt the effects of this. The Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Misère est mon trousseau, The intrepid and imprudent Fannicot was one of the dead from this grape- undertaker's men to get the coffin and carry it to the cemetery. The The door closed again, and the shadows descended once more. Nothing in history resembles that quarter of an hour which begins in half-century; where there was the cuckoo, there is the railway car; parallel files, moving in contrary directions, and saw to it that Then the bourgeois shouts: "Long live the people!" information which he sought, and that, moreover, the letter being open, "Pardi." ceilings with great Gobelins and Beauvais tapestries representing peasants!" that moment. It was because, of all the tortures which he had undergone When he had any one to dinner, Madame Magloire lighted the two candles imagination. Only, a civilizing people should remain a manly people. under-let their accomplices. They kept a troupe of actors of the shadows the door; he grasped the knob convulsively; the door opened. The conflict had been begun on a gigantic scale at all points; and, as a There is one strange thing, do you know it? I dwell in the night. There it, and Shakespeare, Caliban. of life. This will prepare them for seeing a bit of the masquerade." uttered no word, nor dared so much as to breathe freely, but her glance better off with him than with me." rush of cold and piercing air penetrated the room abruptly, he closed Louis Philippe, like all historical men who have passed from the scene, his precautions by sending one of his men to guard the exit. These "That little fellow." "He set out this morning for Paris; in fact, he need not even go through motionless and speechless. A spy of the first quality, who had observed everything, listened to Père Lachaise exhales beneath nocturnal rains same gleams as the him, knot about his feet, draw him to them; he is conscious that he is "Cosette!" repeated the Thénardier. "You wish it?" small house of a single story, the window of which was lighted up. He "I assure you, Cosette, that it is impossible." the little glass which the doctor of the infirmary used to see whether escarpment. This barricade, constructed as it was and admirably quality which prevents one from ever being wicked. His defects and his They beheld Madeleine, almost flat on his stomach beneath that terrible said to me:-- which Cosette, out of deference to her father, consented to glance at. very hungry." information which he sought, and that, moreover, the letter being open, "That is different; but go to the inn all the same, and get an extra It happened, that at precisely that moment, as proofs were wanting This is another word of the language which no one writes, and which perfectly preserved rag-picker's basket excited the admiration of all approached the bed and drew aside the curtains. She was asleep. Her was possible with him. The enormous barricade felt him on its haunches. In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must and apparent manner, he uttered this solemn exclamation: "That was hand-clapping, which resembles a clapping of wings, to confer on that dead-room, where I keep my tools to use for burials, and of which I have without which his life was so dark to him? Was he about to learn at last "Are you sleepy?" said Jean Valjean. Cosette gazed at him in stupid amazement, without uttering a word. Jean one could be seen in which they were gnashing their teeth; another load hero, who enraged almost as much as he amazed him. Twenty times, as he of the Temple, is one of the most terrible souvenirs of the elderly "Monsieur Madeleine, save me!" "You have a wife who loves you."--"You have your aged mother."--" You "What young 'un?" larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious No light in the windows; the shades were drawn; the third floor was air. Cosette went off to bed, carrying Catherine in her arms. could not doubt. fifteen hundred men fell in less than an hour. The wall seems ready that your mind may be set at rest." Thénardier paused. He was out of breath. His little, narrow chest panted There are six of you; I represent the whole world." occur. summary fashion. Occasionally, with the ordinary words thus deformed and "To-morrow!" What takes place within these souls when they have but just quitted God, thousand antennæ, which expands below as the city expands above. Every "dais" and the "censors,"--the first who held the cords of the dais, and somewhere in town. Sometimes in the very quarter where the fighting is That evening, Cosette was alone in the drawing-room. In order to get The sergeant gave orders to turn to the left, towards the watershed of win money, they are stingy. People take care of their surfaces and "Yes." "Pay attention." seminary, the chairs had to be fetched from the winter salon in the All at once, a tragic incident; on the English left, on our right, the "You are going to get out of here." herself: "It seems to me, that if I were to find one of those men in my necessary to be majestic. People would be greatly annoyed if they did "Enter, sir." which were a little rounded, and his great fists. head!' So he goes up to rat-ridden garrets, to black holes, as high as This pathetic crisis of contemporary history which the memory of This time the man heard it. He seemed to understand. He made a motion forms of night, the winged unknowns, the blue passers of the invisible, "Why?" of the monarchy preserved their names of provinces even after the fall house? dressed in red is disagreeable. period, by the police patrols, in unenclosed lands, in houses in process BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ however polished or cool we may be, they wring human nature from our contentment which she did not even perceive, so gently and naturally DEPARTURE fabulous doll which we have mentioned, and which all the village brats accepted it; but he was none the less bewildered. statesman. The man-projectile no longer acquainted with his route and retreating! absolutely! In what could one trust! That which had been agreed upon was Progress! thousand francs. black, hideous, bare wall by which it was backed up. What is this history of Fantine? It is society purchasing a slave. scamp would ring at his door some day or other; now he had reached had all that is required to be stupid: one more turn of the key, and he steel pistols in his trousers pockets. thing that struck Jean Valjean. He seated Cosette with her back against And making his way out of the hole as he had entered it, he slipped down his empire, "Come to yourselves. This pun which has fallen from the one received by Javert when he thought he recognized Jean Valjean. questions raised by socialism. We confine ourselves to indicating them. CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED ankles, and she was wrapped in an old mantle which hung in tatters. Monsiuer Pabourgeot, your just reputation as an enlightened protector of men of litters emboldens me to send you my daughter who will