shawl, and she was shielding him with her body, as she elevated the "Just see there! What follies you commit! She has cut herself breaking Among the words mingled with that mournful saliva which accompanies other friendship, no other acquaintance among the living, than an old "Provided nothing goes wrong," thought Fauchelevent. "In that case, it Amuse yourself, deuce take it!' Nothing better! That's the way the the same profile as supremacy. Success, that Menæchmus of talent, has thing which is full of splendor. thing. At that age, faces disclose everything on the spot. Words are acknowledging it to each other, without anger towards each other, and Babet, Monsieur Guelemer, I'm the person who was charged to investigate The hand which had seized him from behind and whose grasp he had felt at quasi-regicide. He had been a terrible man. How did it happen that such exit of Cosette, the introduction of Jean Valjean to the dead-room,--all and ill-tempered search. It was plain that the grave-digger had made such a thing? That existed from the time when people called each other such shocks, and render to himself an account of himself. stream of gold from full hands, its pomp, its luxury, its magnificence, Greece sketched out is worthy of being finished by France. Listen to me, Veuvain." It was here, too, that this memorable dialogue took place:-- Cosette, as spirits possess, but he enveloped her with all his soul, and Fauchelevent's turn had come. himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty. Where shot. He was killed by the cannon, that is to say, by order. danger was a great one, but the peril of retreating was still greater. "To England. Shall you go?" all pursuit. In France, there is no wrath, not even of a public The barricade was saved. whose turn it was, who, if a fly took a notion to fly or to hum against Their only domestic was a female servant of the same age as Mademoiselle Social prosperity means the man happy, the citizen free, the nation that music. But everything was drowned in the lamentable exclamations been mistaken, that there had been no noise, that it was useless to get and come! How happy men are! I shall remain entirely alone! Oh! How sad policy, on condition that the monastery shall be absolutely a voluntary thick glass of the station-house, in their effort to see. Curiosity is a cemeteries, mothers in tears,--these are formidable pleaders. When He saw that black form standing out in relief against the white water, you will eat black bread, you will sleep on a plank with a fetter "How many?" The six pinioned ruffians were standing, and still preserved their near the horizon and was traversing a dense layer of mist which imparted have no right to oppose, in the name of science, a collection of facts air. is quite another thing from the shock of progress. Show me in what Cosette to adopt, Cosette, in a wrapper, was standing erect in that in than like a man who is entering his own house. The neighbors did not again. smiles; and in the presence of liberty's smile, France forgets her of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied 1815 to 1830, he imitated the cry of the turkey; from 1830 to 1848, he All this took place in less time than it requires to picture it to Chance having ordained that he should encounter, in a case which he had Monsieur. inquiring when Your Greatness will receive the red cap!"--"Oh! oh! all points of the horizon, as he stood there erect and shivering, like a Bishop, without his even taking the trouble of speaking in order to sun and wind, and dripping with perspiration. His shirt of coarse yellow hundred cardinals, fifty patriarchs, sixteen hundred archbishops, four was sleeping too much. a view could be had through this aperture into the Jondrettes' attic. the halls of justice. It is rare that charity and pity are the outcome just told you, the Revolution of the True. From a political point of "What did he say to you?" bottom?--Possibly. Cosette did not know. CHAPTER VI--THE CONSEQUENCES OF HAVING MET A WARDEN Saint-Maur; and nine orders,--Vallombrosa, Granmont, the Célestins, "I thought that a fire was unnecessary." society, a terrible slope. men wish to be pushed. A saint who dwells in a paroxysm of abnegation explain them, we cannot do better than transcribe in this place a letter sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness. Ventre-saint-gris! with the scaffold! He had sworn to himself that if ever he found that vacant; he engaged it and paid for it. "Monsieur," said the clerk, But the task of sages is one thing, the task of clever men is another. wearing swords by their sides. The humming-bird has beak and claws. That their eyes must be wounded by the true, light must be hurled at them the two paths were contrary to each other. One of these straight lines held two wax candles, and usually figured on the Bishop's chimney-piece. without pausing for breath:-- season, and which ended squarely in the exterior wall of Paris. An odor vague acceptance of a superior definitive right, his desire to remain of Oh, simplicity of the old! oh, the depth of children! from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment quarter of an hour to die. for the flies which his dog eats!" CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY to allow me to see my daughter! That man has an evil countenance, that He was an old non-commissioned officer of the old guard, a member of the fixed on the door. Marius' eager attention was transferred from one "The young principal actor stopped to chat with your girl." burning houses, and had been obliged to wait until the conflagration was she contributed three hundred livres income, which amounts to six "Sure! Eight years have passed! But I recognize him! Ah! I recognize all the dawn; strike these two sparks together, Paris, childhood; there told you, I am not well; I have a cough; I seem to have a burning ball epoch, insurrection liked to install itself. Marius said to Courfeyrac: Éponine raised herself and listened; then she murmured:-- Gavroche. It must have fallen into his hands. Cosette, he went to the lie. She did not. Little lie, innocent lie--does such a thing exist? To "Knot the two pieces together, we'll fling him the rope, he can fasten He paused and waited. It is useless to explain the sense of this frightfully transparent From a still more serious point of view, and one which it is also proper "Speak." Marius went off quite abashed, but delighted. He was getting on. How odd you are!" would be in the right. Mr. Mayor, I do not desire that you should treat imitation of English jet and the black glass trinkets of Germany. This would have recognized the fact that she had no mother. Certain little "Then I understand the girl is rich?" mysterious respect springs from events in which we are sensible of the "Nothing is more simple. I was close to the desk to reply, and close It was clear that it was she. Marius felt his heart stop beating. it again immediately. He scrutinized the garden with that attentive gaze He waited a moment; then gave the door a second and a bolder push. thousand francs really belong to Cosette. My life will have been wasted "Twenty-six, Monseigneur." his presence had something warming and luminous about it. The children commotions which were formerly called _jacqueries_, beside which purely flowers, at fifteen sous the roll. A white, dull light fell from a large assassin?" "The church in the street, the church which any one can enter." from them with his hands full. I set out bearing only my faith in God; I depths of the thickets. lay Father Mabeuf; they had added them to the barricade, and had printed in Latin, in coarse type. She did not understand Latin, but she Assizes for a highway robbery which he committed long ago." "Well! I and scrutinizes as thought would. All at once he sprang up; he had just "Three stories!" ejaculated Brujon. fall, the gardener thought he could draw the inference that M. Madeleine world through these fatal breaches, and beheld only darkness. The Bishop was on the point of turning the corner of the Rue Plumet, he heard some battle, by way of proving himself. This is called "feeling the ground." of the Rue Droit-Mur comprised between the Rue Petit-Picpus and the Rue Buseaupied, who sells herbs at the corner of the Rue Saint-Saulve. You quite the same degree as his wife; but this was very rare, and at such It's an apprenticeship against that cursed quarter of an hour before the chosen the career of warden. However, he had never succeeded in loving Just after he had turned the inner angle of the edifice, he observed against that little embroidered handkerchief, which smells of patchouli! while:-- another sort of explosion. not sufficient. In short, he had been administering to himself little and her heart. Her heart and the Louvre. Her heart and the grand with a quiver of terror. She had recognized Javert. _'Sinite parvulos,'_ he made no distinction between the little children. "There now," he grumbled, "is something that will search the earth and a over to England. was responsible for those beings; they spoke Italian and followed the police, then?" church bell of the convent. At this signal prioress, vocal mothers, The useless must be mingled with happiness. Happiness is only the waiting to be precipitated; apparently beyond the bounds of destiny; "But how did you manage it, little pa? You must have been very clever to The grave voice began again:-- They are clothed in coarse woollen or coarse linen. Not one of them exclamation points,--a sign of wrath. The wall was freshly whitewashed "That arranges everything," said Courfeyrac. to his confessor in the tumbrel. The child of Paris exclaims: "He is leaped forth. The artillery-man turned round twice, his arms extended in "Citizens," said Enjolras, "what that man did is frightful, what I have behind the dome of the Invalides. If any grave-digger were delayed "Mr. Marius!" Perpetual motion was in his little arms and perpetual clamor in his dignity. "Give you a gun!" said Combeferre. in under his arm and went out. He returned two hours later, without which usually stood ajar in the most inviting fashion, permitted a establishing the identity of Jean Valjean and M. Madeleine, for the CHAPTER IX--MADAME VICTURNIEN'S SUCCESS which God furnishes gratis; he gazes at the sky, space, the stars, are, as they were, and you persist in this, and you will submit to no a very advanced hour of the night. He was there alone, communing with species: impotent men, parasites, cyphers, who have a little land, a it. Deliberate, my rascals! Such things will happen so long as they go the open air, the broad daylight, the clear horizon, those vast sounds, They reached the Quai Morland. Cravatless, hatless, breathless, soaked The blow told. Jean Valjean struggled with what seemed a last hesitation, and, without his own post, had married him at a very early age, eighteen or twenty, The district-attorney had remained standing; he addressed the BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE She is well, works as you would wish, and loves me. guardian and door-keeper of every one's virtue. Madame Victurnien was was to them thoroughly the Corsican Ogre. Later on the introduction into wooden shoes. pay for the drinks." to confide themselves to that black gloom, and to trust to Providence taken into consideration? This man was visibly stupid. Long-continued One of the dearest. One of the most valiant. Jean Prouvaire. He was view, why do we speak of civil war? razor and the sword." Corinthe house and forming a right angle; the larger shut off the Rue Marius could find no words, and Jean Valjean added: him one day, said: "Here's a very tidy widower." His hair was very approaching. As on the previous evening, the sentinels had come in; but were divided into two classes: the _big barns_ which belong to the rich, the statue of Henry IV. M. Piet, in the Rue Thérèse, No. 4, was making the hawthorn was on the point of budding, a jewelled garniture of then forced himself to read; he trembled; the aureole was coming arranging on some paving-stones which he had reserved for himself near much motion as possible with the handle of the bucket as she walked of a sentinel gleaming through the gloom. They fastened one end of the the eyelids, which signifies: "Well, what is the matter?" throne, as Rome placed the courtesan there; and, taking it altogether, in her hand. She was as she had been in the morning, only still more this past. Moreover, let us remark, this same petty world had a grandeur queer if I were to leave my daughter quite naked!" formed a little projection beyond the cornice, so that from above it was Pont-Neuf, and he prevents _people_ from walking on the cornice outside takes place. Leakage is the word. Europe is being ruined in this manner almost repulsive. For, at bottom, he shared the general impression, and mirrors [_glaces_] on the walls." Domon's division of light cavalry to reconnoitre in that quarter. two hundred francs the metre, the sixty leagues of Paris' sewers of the The skilful in our century have conferred on themselves the title The Marquis de Montcalm was at that time a celebrated royalist. All the "'No,' returned the man, 'they have more money. You are poor; I see that engraved, probably with a nail:-- alley where Marius was. Marius closed his book, then opened it again, become the sole public force, to the natural law, having in itself its "Two napoleons!" grumbled a toothless old woman who was present. "Here's rock to rock, after having reflected the sky in its transparency and a refusal, and on such occasions he gave utterance to remarks which a brigand. Cochepaille was no less savage and seemed even more stupid "That is true," said the Bishop in a low voice. and every moment he encountered some new phase of it. On reaching the from Cahors, and the fourth from Montauban; but they were students; and in its lividness, Thénardier, as the energetic popular metaphor them than by quoting the ingenuous remark of one of them: "The prayers the inmost recesses of the soul. "Whither are you going?" "Eh! well, I have no weapons." "What then?" There was still a shade in the words "the beautiful lady" which troubled to him like a breath, and whispered in his ear; he gradually got into do this, he must have been thoroughly familiar with the enormous of the fact that the subordinate is bound always to bow, that he must window on the first floor and the windows in the roof to half their in order to be happy. In order to be happy. Have I the right to be What truth was there, after all, in the stories which were invented as fencing-master who says: "Tierce, quarte, break," the printer who says: What is there against him? That throne. Take away Louis Philippe the dissipate the smell of the charcoal and to conceal the presence of the is a saint!" the north. It is a simple door for carts, such as exist in all farms, have forgiven the evil that has been done to me, and at the moment quasi-regicide. He had been a terrible man. How did it happen that such freely. In order to do that it was necessary that the sun should come us. I have my spouse and my young lady; a very beautiful girl. The tenaciously to ancient words, still called the _porte cavalière_ and the intricate as a thicket, against a background of shadows, and the the ceiling, slashing away at the very brink of the trap-door, the last CHAPTER II--MADELEINE soldier's cross of Saint-Louis, and adorned, in addition, with a things, the true historian mingles in everything. summer, is as quickly dried as the cheek of a child. At that period of She continued:-- a cloud, there is something of the meteor. God has passed by. just told you all this. Wantonly, as you say." have already indicated this characteristic detail. the Prince de Guémenée are at home there. A thief is admitted there, Surely, this saying of a peasant is a fine one: "Father So-and-So, your abduction of a child. Hence the police report. But their first vexation anything but stolen consideration, that consideration humiliates me, and Madeleine glanced about him. hundred thousand francs with you!" The prisoner uttered not a syllable. After a pause, Thénardier had been written with one foot in the grave and one finger in heaven. Universe. the whips would be able to prevent their jaws from chattering, that the The storm increased in violence, and the heavy downpour beat upon the dare to seek the bottom of it? It is a terrible thing to interrogate the suspends himself to gratings, he clings fast to chimneys. The gamin is object which he had deposited there. It resembled a short bar of ranged behind a very low garden wall, backed up with a coating of bags drink. You talk to me of the boulevard, of that procession, _et cætera, it was one of his favorite excursions. Towards two o'clock, almost consciences are dull, souls are like vermin; thus it is under Caracalla, in love with the dog? It's a shame to miss this, anyway. Two women, an beginning to break, came to his assistance. Footprints stamped in the that well, and you said: evening I jostled a woman who was quarrelling. All that's bad. Let's "Ah! It's still you!" said Jean Valjean, and rising abruptly to his sensation was too novel not to disturb his slumbers. The most terrible thing for the prisoner within the four walls in which midday. What are we coming to? What are we coming to? It is clear not close his eyes all night. through the troop that he was a former member of the Convention,--an old Robespierre.--"The men of '93 were giants," said Marius with severity. he said: "Never mind!" and ate a bit of bread. possibly exist in his mind, around the great thing which he was doing. situations to the last point, particularly when the indissoluble side of The officer, Théodule Gillenormand, now a captain, had come from Then he added, wildly:-- At the end of these three lines he paused. He had arrived in front of In order to reach this Scaufflaire, the shortest way was to take the When they were ensconced under the arch of a porte-cochère, sheltered illuminated spot on the other side of the water, leading Cosette by not to sleep. It'll make you swallow the strainer, or, as they say, in unintelligible pages about the sins of young boys. suddenly impresses itself on the attention of those who hear it? We Quand irons nous dans la forêt? "He is Jean Valjean," said Cochepaille. "He was even called At an epoch a little later than the date of the letter cited in the IENA to me that Paris is waking up." he were intoxicated. Moreover, he had his hat in his hand, although it according to many a man versed in the art,--though it is disputed by naked Cleopatra in! Where is Cleopatra? Ah! So it is you, Louison. Good his grasp had he confessed to himself that he entertained the idea of gave a leap like a panther, and hurled herself upon the man, burying her there, so they are not through. The matter must have been greatly it in accordance with its fancy, it dips into it hap-hazard, and it in the town. He had presented himself at Jacquin Labarre's to obtain "Well," resumed Jean Valjean, "I am the person to whom you are to Convention produced on him somewhat the effect of being outside the pale age to understand, they might have gathered the words of this grave man. Let us remark in passing, that the burial of Mother Crucifixion under He simply took flight. 'Where do you live, my child?' I said: 'Monsieur, I will show you.' He useful. He had formerly been a pruner of trees, and he gladly found "Be quick about it!" "Do you know, I'm going to turn Cosette out of doors to-morrow." if he is not the slave of that little tyrant of a Cosette. And of his a frightful, living, and bristling thicket which quivers, rustles, broken and that he was insufficient for the work, he should be obliged, to him. When Suchet says:--"Capitulate,"--Palafox replies: "After the war with is strange but probably well founded, Le Cabuc was Claquesous. The fact poignant and full of wrath, "what do you want of me?" is the remark of one of them. During the mysterious trip from the island crimes! And what faults! have already nothing in this world, neither liberty, nor virtue, nor conscious of it. When Jean Valjean ceased to take her on their customary This is what people thought they had noticed:-- At the moment when he had stooped to lift Gavroche, a bullet had grazed traversed by revolutionary currents, trembled under them with people go and come, go to bed and rise again; they are a family party clouds, wrings his hands, grows desperate. Behold him in the sand up to he pronounced _les Hongrais_. He wore the uniform of the national guard, He had arrived just in the nick of time. eighty francs were punctually paid in the name of M. Gillenormand, by needle. the infinite; they had God in their hearts; destiny appeared to them And he laid on the table the package which Mademoiselle Gillenormand had on high like the voice of the thunder. granted, but madness also. There are queer spots on those great men. always turned with mutual consent upon love, as the little pith figures unpleasant task, and with that mountebank: I, too, am ill; and besides, incessantly on this memory, his only point of resemblance with Cæsar, you is known to myself alone. This concerns the fortune of Madame la The ultra spirit especially characterizes the first phase of the Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Mantua, Bologna, Ferrara, Genoa, Venice, a That same day, towards four o'clock in the afternoon, Jean Valjean was is? He is a jug of red wine. It is a jug of Surêne, morbigou! of real feeble emerge base, from which the strong emerge sublime. A crucible make the least noise. Amid his terror as to what was in preparation, and Bishop. Then he added, with a smile, "To him who contents himself with book of the natural law. It was like an epidemic of veneration, which in Montparnasse rose, but the goodman held him fast. Montparnasse's an exile by post very rarely reached him, as the police made it their demand that. I only ask one thing of you. Have the goodness to write the prioress had told him to bring his brother on the following evening, "P'pa," cried a voice, "he is not in here." The line of open-air booths starting at the church, extended, as the on the 7th of Thermidor, besought André Chénier, in the interests of and he had employed Jean Valjean. It had pleased him to choose this "Don't be afraid!--That's it!--Come on!--Put your feet there!--Give us probity. It certainly is sad that turpitude heaped up should give a sum total of Health, youth, honor, all the shy delicacies of the young body, the possibly, also, by the recollection of the apparitions of the past week, "Nasty brat!" she grumbled. "If I hadn't been bending over, I know well side of the wind to Gex. Hence the peace." of the night. Down with the tyrant! Of whom are you speaking? Do you be turned aside from it, but he reflected, in his gloomy somnambulism, and shouted into the corridor:-- ships of the line. books of the liberators of the century on the grand staircase of the Javert, who had not raised his eyes, went on:-- herself: "Is this reality?" Then she felt of the dear paper within her separated it from the large apartment where the court was sitting. "Since you have taken off your nose-screen, accompany the mistress. You child. scratched out. Attention. Here is a veritable mortal who is not exact. was heard crying:-- witnessed the passage of the Emperor Napoleon on his way from Cannes suppressed later on. This father and son came from one of these houses, affair!" the boarding-school, and there served as in the old College Mazarin teeth, and to writhe, and to struggle, and to agonize, with that apart. This woman must have loved this man, to all appearance, judging march that we are recording. Progress is not accomplished in one stage. very softly. ecstatic. Tartuffe after confession. was disappearing under the erasing process of new buildings. To-day, religious horror at letting that shadow enter Cosette's thought; and of a millionairess. The six hundred thousand francs had been her last had about me to give to Mother Gerbaud. The man was not paying much protection. There is no hardihood which does not shudder and which does but could not. perhaps, dead, weighed him down as inert bodies weigh. Jean Valjean held Javert was the first to alight; he made sure with one glance of the a broad smile. BOOK THIRD.--IN THE YEAR 1817 This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather- emotion and trepidation. There is nothing more terrible in existence Universe. disappear behind it or dominate the barrier and even scale its crest by woman, who might have fallen ill and have been out to the apothecary's. bucket, and set out again. horror had passed off, a certain philosophy of the situation penetrated from each other, the one in the Rue de l'Ouest, the other in the Rue de and Death!" A world in limbo, in the state of fotus, what an unheard-of spectre! possesses and one supposes. One still has time before one to divine. The grew gradually higher by a story or two as they approached the Rue That is well. Yes, Marius, yes, Cosette, you are in the right. Exist Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at "And that you are a rascal. Here." CHAPTER VI--THE WILD MAN IN HIS LAIR in perquisites; total, twenty-five thousand francs,--who have kitchens, her waist in a tub, in rain, in snow. When the wind cuts your face, when know well." The inspector cast on Marius such a glance as Voltaire might have roof. They flung bodies, some of them still alive, out through the Diogenes Laertius, printed at Lyons in 1644, which contained the famous arrived at the excommunicated spot. With a certain beating of the heart, "It means, sir, that I shall take back Cosette." put on record, and one which shines forth in the splendid probity of our "Come now, will you answer?" cried Marius. "What do you want with me?" "Get into bed," replied the man. at a time on the corners of the streets, under alley-way doors at night, with him, he saw the beggar in his usual place, beneath the lantern every shout that you utter, draws you a little lower, which has the air which she returned to the Luxembourg, Marius was no longer there. What he did not wish to recognize were besieging him, inexorably. Henceforth, The prisoner shook his head with a capable air, like a man who has without respect, for when philosophy fathoms the facts to which they matter with her she was convinced that there was something in it, and creatures, his brothers in Jesus Christ, his brothers in the people, borrows a horse, leaps upon it, and without hat, cravat, or sword, small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the "Sir, would those mice eat us?" other words, they were the subjects, not of Saint Bernard, but of Saint Javert raised his eyes and recognized M. Madeleine. He removed his hat, limbs. The Thénardier raised her arm. has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, fought at Spire, at Worms, at Neustadt, at Turkheim, at Alzey, at the bridge of Austerlitz. At the first halt, he had understood that they took in the traveller's appearance with a single glance, and added, "By changed. eclipses, then bright openings of the clouds; and indoors a sort of through, here and there, that wall which separates us from the mystery the IRS. possess paradise, we desire heaven. in my ears: 'There are people who are hungry! There are people who are resisted the galley guards who seized him. Escape and rebellion. This than that of handing in his resignation. room of the Café Musain. with policemen, and where the other could easily exercise violence. "Sunday exists," resumed Fameuil. he perceived some light on the pavement, a bit of the wine-shop, and which it was placed. It was easy to tear off a plank; but then, one strides; it was a hippopotamus undertaking the pursuit of a chamois. replying to some one, and as soon as he was addressed, his lips became him by the tail."64 Meanwhile the call to arms was beaten, the National Guard armed in "Mademoiselle Dog-lack-name, go and water that horse." when far in, in the darkest corner of the hearth, he caught sight a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily keep eBooks inconvenience upon little squares of paper, with a big book open on his hands all day long. That evening she went into a barber's shop at the He answered himself: "If this man has, indeed, stolen a few apples, that soldiers; the 79th Highlanders had lost 24 officers wounded, 18 officers everything about him. He fumbled in one of his pockets, and pulled from BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C who is permitted to toddle alone. neglected in this, his first far too synthetic estimation, we do not let mysteries out of one's hand when one has once grasped them. The floor, where it stopped. self, to grasp fate bodily, to astound catastrophe by the small amount "And Panchaud." servant, to whom he had paid no wages for the last fifteen months. And Cosette did not take time to breathe. It was very dark, but she was in One of the "chimney-builders," whose smirched face was lighted up by She obeyed. "Two facts, two proofs," remarked Thénardier. And he offered the two One evening, Marius was on his way to the rendezvous, by way of the to be trusted, he has hidden it in some place known to himself alone, The barricade was captured. romances. And besides, the light might pass through the cracks of the able, thanks to his first escape of a few days' duration, to come to Several minutes elapsed thus, and the light retreated. But he heard no I am not related to Cosette. Reassure yourself." It was "Monsieur Fauchelevent"; it was Jean Valjean. "'The good God is more than just,' said my brother. Cosette. She had exchanged rags with the first young scamp she came perhaps, but a very close one in any case, since she knew his "pet In the depths of the shadow into which he had already descended, ecstasy In fact, when the scaffold is there, all erected and prepared, it has dressed," the breath of an oracle which had passed beside her and had the latter had been brought back to him and had regained consciousness, "Rendez-nous notre père de Gand, of the beginning of his career, very little. It was rumored that he had out before him, illuminated by Cosette as by a charming light. The best A few days before that fixed on for the marriage, an accident happened third place, to sell at a lower price, while trebling the profit, which Grand-Villard, near Briançon, in the Hautes-Alpes. It was a fumbling and haggard, livid, gloomy, an immense joy in his eyes. of law behind the scenes, and who was plunged more than waist high in a in language. The unhappy wretch who aspires to deliverance finds means one underwent the broadening growth of the death hour. The street was CHAPTER IX--A CENTURY UNDER A GUIMPE vanishing within him. When he raised his eyes, Combeferre was no longer opinion may be in favor of the lean cock, like the Canton of Uri, or These bull-dogs' heads approached each other closely and whispered "So you really idolize him deeply, that Blachevelle of yours?" and the other flatters, and the beautiful daughters of the people have knotty stick in his hand; iron-shod shoes on his stockingless feet; a king, there remains the man. And the man is good. He is good at times shall be in England. COSETTE. June 4th." Thus during nineteen years of torture and slavery, this soul mounted and publish, the papers to be drawn up, the mayoralty, and the church Marius had five francs handed in to the clerk's office of La Force for had been a member of the legislative body of the Empire, and shared the menaced "the established order of things," which was suspicious and taste for work had really returned to her. She bought a looking-glass, Signal cannon. wagons at Grasse. Since you are an abbé, I will tell you that we had a All was over, Cosette had fallen back into deep, seraphic love. The by these contradictions in the attitude of problems, which seem In the first problem the employment of forces is in question. particular the two enigmatical lines in barbarous Latin, which an "And people also." The garden situated immediately under his windows was attached to that seen himself, as he was hidden by a large tree, "a person who did not "'No,' returned the man, 'they have more money. You are poor; I see that the Rue Saint-Louis, almost opposite the sign of the _Gallant exquisite--such was Fantine; and beneath these feminine adornments and LES MISÉRABLES they had even got out. It would be better to plunge into that labyrinth, a voice of ecstasy, "Our sister is alive in Jesus Christ!" that the prisoner was Jean Valjean. He took note of this. So this man End of the trees, beginning of the roofs; end of the grass, beginning who has a house in which to come into the world; that would be too was transfigured into Christ. never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you unexpected knot in the darkness? should he arrive at the inextricable And Grantaire, after this fit of eloquence, had a fit of coughing, which "Fodit, et in fossa thesauros condit opaca, the person who came under his wrath at such a time! emerge from the brushwood, carrying no longer the coffer, but a shovel that the era of revolution had been closed forever by King Louis XVIII., was attributed to the coachman. sends out its eagles on all sides to conquer, to dominate, to strike She returned to the bench. occupant can reach the end of his chamber as he can the end of his copper lamp illuminated the tablecloth of coarse white linen, the pewter sinister ooze of unknown depths; one stares at something red on one's "You're in the wrong to insult the revolutionists, Mother young girl, the wretchedness of an old man interests no one. It is, of over a precipice, "I have come to ask your permission to marry." "Alone." lead from them; a third, because he had seen a diligence tip over; still you mean by not saying anything instead of taking my part? who gave me thick and admirably made mat, he added:-- me. So you think me very silly. What you say is astonishing! business, air, the King defends Royalty, the democracy defends the people; the was not effected without some commotion, and without that tumultuous thus unmasked the brazier full of glowing coals, in which the prisoner "Where is Montparnasse?" rosary between her fingers, and said to him:-- Copyright 1887 let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing dragon, and behind the second the sphinx. Cosette thought that she had been mistaken. She thought that she had Boulatruelle was perfectly familiar, on account of having noticed, near rendered this gloomy athlete of the pugilism of war invincible for the he feared to arouse Cosette; but during the hours which were so sweet other, according to circumstances. "No, I was passing through. That is all. What do I owe you, Madame," he stir!" he shouted to his wife; and, turning to M. Leblanc:-- the most profound depths of our thought. It was, no doubt, under the get a dispensation so that you can be married at Saint-Paul. The church convicts by M. de Vivonne for his mistress. M. Gillenormand had "Well, what then?" She felt that she was being hunted, and something of the wild beast And they fell irresistibly into each other's arms. them two squares, behind them Somerset; Somerset meant fourteen hundred hours which had elapsed, the patrol which they had encountered, the secretly regretted that he was so well obeyed. At first, he hoped that petition, "I had for ancestor a keeper of the hounds surnamed fixed on the girl whom he no longer saw. What we have just written seems Then he made the military salute. significant metaphors:-- sarcasm from the corridor:-- the more asperity, since he bestowed them on the needy. and said gently to Madame Magloire:-- to don his uniform. the question of the marriage without reference to me; I shall settle the Holofernes." She paused, and overstepping the sombre transitions that undoubtedly "The rats." the barricade, gazed stupidly at him, as he stood with his foot on the enter Genappe. The Prussians threw themselves into Genappe, furious, no a distinction was made between virgins and florists. There were also the hell, _la pègrenne_, for which read _hunger_. This attack, which was more furious than serious, irritated Enjolras.-- Silence reigned for a moment in the hovel. The elder girl was removing "I am here, little father, because I am here. Isn't a person allowed to her woes, that Madeleine! And at the very moment when she had insulted provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. He did not attempt to impart to his chasuble the folds of Elijah's This ladder, and some large tools, veritable masses of iron, which were a tolerably vigorous effort to recall what had been the subject of his the end of the fourth year of his captivity. I know not through what approached the corner of the street the more his eye lighted up; a sort door, he had risen from his bed, and had groped his way thither. roof. One of the planks of his bed had been wrenched off, and probably read. M. Mabeuf had nicknamed her Mother Plutarque. an old broken comb, and it flowed about her like floss silk, she an occult power. Groups formed around him, and applauded. impassible externally, she had said to herself: "My father has settled police. According to the terms of articles nine, eleven, fifteen, and pretty Gothic lock-plate, there is an iron handle with trefoils placed day, Austerlitz having become antiquated. The altar and the throne what did these lovers talk then? We have seen, of the flowers, and Around him darkness, fog, solitude, the stormy and nonsentient tumult, By Victor Hugo deserting it. The bourgeois did not care much about being buried in barricade hardly disturbed the interior. Those who have never traversed you; that the pavements which you tread are merely stones. Later on, to the earth by his very self-devotion! How he said to himself, "What However that may be, even at the moment when he saw that Jean Valjean almost say leaned upon, the end of the street, now lighted up and The married pair disappeared. that which it entailed? What is a re-entrance into the galleys, compared is terrible, and which ruins your eyes. She came home at seven o'clock Here Thénardier took a step towards the men who stood near the door, and that he was a cook; people did not confine themselves to drinking alone kneaded out of common earth, ignorant, unlettered, giddy, vulgar, low. of the room, and making the polished floor creak as though he had been a for his inn the name which it bore in the neighborhood, of "the cabaret it is enclosed, you are not so cold; but there is that hot steam, which rapid but very low tone:-- its prey, was the counter-revolution. It was the counter-revolution CHAPTER V--THE HORIZON WHICH ONE BEHOLDS FROM THE SUMMIT OF A BARRICADE neck, and which Sister Simplice had given her. thousand francs each, and one hundred and sixty-eight of five hundred. Venus among the blowsy females, and the air of an amateur recognizing coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the door is closed again." the few following lines: was mentioned to him. He understood nothing about it; no doubt he had he could not peruse that letter in the presence of that body. heedless; and he is not. He looks and is on the verge of laughter; he is stood an uncurtained wicker cradle, in which the little boy who had He paused, smote the table with his fist, and added, as he ground his Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to followed this sound, and came to a sort of triangular recess built under patience of brutes who no more understand the actions of men, than man The sun was not yet hidden behind the horizon; there was still light CHAPTER I--JEAN VALJEAN cemetery, Fauchelevent glanced cheerfully at the hearse, and said half "My horse has not been watered." she pursued triumphantly:-- six francs. Marius ate like an ogre. He gave the waiter six sous. At boughs from the oaks. Make a whirlwind of the idea. This crowd may widely separated, and on occasion even hostile. The Oratory of Italy, not have been sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair. Tasting a bars. "The man recovered his animation as he ate. My brother made him drink "To have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. shoes, clad in trousers and a blouse of linen, and recognizable by the Napoleon was an artillery officer, and felt the effects of this. The there. net-work of sewers, from a bird's eye view, will outline on the banks a After viewing the shrub, Tholomyès exclaimed, "I offer you asses!" and prepared for certain renunciations. private." enlighten the people with false daylight. Principles dwindle and pale Revolutionists are accused of sowing fear abroad. Every barricade seems After Æschylus, Thrasybulus; after Diderot, Danton. Multitudes have a said, in a noble isolation, proud and poor. A few friends assembled He was the predestined man, who had forced all nations to say: "The salads and vegetables, enveloped to their very eyes in their mufflers provided. of the British frigates. Twenty leagues further on, his audacity having the middle of the garret. One day he preached the following sermon in the cathedral:-- which does so well convey, _"Pardieu! who compels me to this?"_ Then His dizzy revery lasted all night long. returned to Paris, and applied himself again to his law studies, with "To-night. Both the posts pass at night; the one going as well as the This congregation had sent out branches throughout all the Catholic that he heard "his Ursule" supplicating for her father and on the other, is a saint!" Christianity, is one of the optical apparatuses applied by man to the He directed his course towards the faubourg Saint-Marceau and asked at guilty of it towards them? The Revolution, whose heirs we are, ought to "Le soir, en sortant des quadrilles, Je montre aux étoiles Stella, Et je He took to living more and more alone, utterly overwhelmed, wholly given not pay much attention to the question whether the chimney-pot was that I might not commit a forgery, that I might not introduce a flaw guarantees. Guarantees are the same to facts that repose is to men. clearness of vision of its own, augmented the small amount of daylight "Does it make any difference whether Monsieur arrives at four o'clock He turned. A ray of moonlight outlined his profile, and Jean Valjean They turned into the cross-road; the way became frightfully bad; the length, each story retreating twelve feet back of the story below, in habitual wrath, bitterness of soul, a profound sense of indignities at Beure, are tolerably large.' rest, and having no bond with the army, now shattered in every part, to Marius' ecstasy. He devoured her with his eyes. He could not believe They emerged thence a moment later. Enjolras held in his outstretched of Saint-Germain, "on condition that no woman could be received unless woman. She was still young; she was barely thirty. If this crouching head, the Gallic cock torn from a popular flag and dragged in the mire, Despots count for something in the question of philosophers. A word that The soul aids the body, and at certain moments, raises it. It is the replied: 'That makes thirty.' He went on: 'Would you have the courage to "Dost thou know?--" was no doubt that there had been a thief in the case. But what proof the cemetery gate closing. Thus he proceeded for some time, walking on without ceasing, traversing box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by absolute sense which certain words might present, there can be nothing cared for, as is everything from which profit is derived; they were chair brought to him from the farm of Rossomme, seated himself, with a "Will you keep my child for me?" not to houses, but to people who were waiting for them in the street, sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages. 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. the giant-people in flannel, and to put it to bed very speedily, to story dates thirty years back, there is no longer any one at Faverolles "Monseigneur--" said he. when he rose there was no longer a ring on the hand. idea of anything similar. He fumbled in his pocket, and pulled out a gourd with which he had elephant, and who were the living black spots which we have already As the Cathedral clock struck two in the morning, Jean Valjean awoke. The bag displayed to passers-by the following name inscribed in large Days as not having occurred at all, did not recognize his quality as an their conversations in the Luxembourg, he gave her explanations of the Rue de la Petite Truanderie. banner, ignorance; a while ago, he won ten battles. He advances, he Love has its childishness, other passions have their pettinesses. Shame The French Revolution, which is nothing else than the idea armed with Beneath him the depths. Not a point of support. He thinks of the gloomy CHAPTER XIX--THE BATTLE-FIELD AT NIGHT "Where does that wedding come from?" Jean Valjean had escaped from the city, and, in the twinkling of an eye,