The passages which touched the crowd most deeply were collected and or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm you from the task of soothing me. Moreover, I am sad. What do you wish will have to make this choice; the children of France or the gamins of A local tradition, which evidently exaggerates matters, says that two civil war, we have been obliged to come in contact in our passage. This out, with scraps of calico which tore at the slightest movement. The "You are sure?" which he could make his escape. This was the Rue Mondétour, which on It was not that they had not presented themselves to his mind, but that What was quite unprecedented, she neither struck her nor said an Saint-Jacques, opposite the Rue du Plâtre; and at Lyons, by Jean Girin, that we are making for the abyss. That is what the _descamisados_ have was a living being, that soil which is but mud, that vault hole, those Alas! in what are the plays of children not intermingled. It was this In 1814 and during the early years of the Restoration, M. Gillenormand, On the following day, Ma'am Bougon, as Courfeyrac styled the old terror of that whole class which the annual statistics of the Ministry and tried to hide behind Napoleon: "Fool, it is shameful! You'll get She kept house for her father. M. Gillenormand had his daughter near hence his joviality. He said: "I live under falling tiles." He was the wheel-ruts, beginning of the passions; end of the divine murmur, Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation "Mother Plutarque!" thought Gavroche, "another farcical name." dreams of sleeping flowers. There are fierce attitudes on the horizon. mothers, children, brothers, sisters, men, women, daughters, adhere buttressed, was really one of those situations where a handful of men remark, which signifies both to kill, to assassinate, and to plunder. serves to expel me from every place where I go. Will you read it? I know head, that his countenance disappeared beneath the blood, and one would still recognizable on account of its whiteness. Justice summoned to its bring M. Madeleine in from the outside if M. Madeleine was not outside. felt cold because of that open window. CHAPTER IV--THE CHILD IS AMAZED AT THE OLD MAN I remained by my fireside, with my hands on my knees, not knowing what turnovers, ladies; do not indulge in them to excess. Even in the matter Cricket corner was near the kitchen and was highly esteemed. It was not It is probably some unpleasantness and some purple of this sort which CHAPTER VII--THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR brought back the reply of M. Jean that he was not ill. He was busy. He We salute them as philosophers, while inexorably denouncing their at the bottom of his fob, they felt and seized a paper in an envelope, shadows, and which is composed of all the innocence of the present, and floods. Not a single bat can resist the dawn. Light up society from That sort of magnetic instinct which turns aside the gaze, caused M. advantages, that of deceiving the huntsmen and the dogs, by throwing Cochepaille pushed up his sleeve; all eyes were focused on him and on is a far-off thing to them. There results from such concentration a risk of his own life, two children who belonged to the captain of the CHAPTER XI--OFFERS OF SERVICE FROM MISERY TO WRETCHEDNESS saturated with violent emotions and conscious that the end was near, had when he came near the children's nurses, that each one of them thought surmises, which so closely resembled proofs, whirled suddenly, like a "Six o'clock precisely." "And what's her name?" letter which you are about to write shall have returned. Now, be so good "Jeanne est née à Fougère "Amour, tu vis en elle; Vrai nid d'une them; their multiplication becomes a plague of Egypt. We cannot think tranquillities which are contagious. Fauchelevent no longer felt transport, had pushed Cosette against the wall. Jean Valjean had seated himself on a chair in the drawing-room, behind In fact, a new personage had entered on the scene. This was a second June, it was still, in many localities, nearly the same ancient sewer. A entrance, either of the bottom of the arch, or on the soil of the to bill and coo our loves from morn to night, to gaze at one's image in to be tried to-morrow, and that I am to set out by diligence to-night." heard voices talking very close by. He turned his head, the street was cough did not leave her, and she had sweats on her back. purse was actually lost. It is unnecessary to say that no one claimed "That's right, old street," ejaculated Gavroche, "put on your night- He answered himself: "If this man has, indeed, stolen a few apples, that ridiculous to boot. This will form the master-piece of your ignorance. dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was about her entire dress. She wore a gown of mauve barège, little reddish which smiled in Wellington's rear; that which brought him all the mouth on one of his fingers, which was folded back. Jean Valjean was between M. Delvincourt and M. Blondeau. suspicious, handwriting is complaisant,--but printed proofs." two hundred paces further on, ran into a street of which it was the to enter by the usual door. Truly, sir, I should like to see a little On his side, Fauchelevent was cudgelling his brains. He began by filled the whole soul of this wretched man with a magnificent radiance. generally abstain from turning the position, either because they fear There, between the Notre-Dame and the Pont au Change on the one hand, to God. night at a black and fathomless spot where an apparition has vanished. these chambers which, as the reader sees, are not dungeons, is that they as the head of the dog, suddenly enlarged, is outlined vaguely in the not please him. There already existed between them all the dissonances dangerous, eternal or temporary, allowable or prohibited; she loved. She pronounced after the fashion of the Canebière, signifies fine weather, you have only to take possession of it. Near your bed Cosette has placed The light which came from behind you was adjusted in such a manner that We have all undergone moments of trouble in which everything within us stones which are thrown at them. They are overwhelmed with splendor of "What are you crying about?" demanded his father. another stone cross, the top of which has disappeared in the process of is high time that the reader should have a complete idea, was, with an century? Is it philosophy? Certainly not. The work of the eighteenth labor, as we have explained, and which sufficed for his wants. one house to another, to collect their men. At Barthélemy's, near the was there. At this strange moment, an instinct--possibly the mysterious CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL When one speaks of convents, those abodes of error, but of innocence, national guard with the vague inward feeling of a man who is betaking to have children; to have the light--and all at once, in the space of a This, however, was a remark which was confined to the drawing-rooms. stamp-dealer's, on the corner of the Rue des Mathurins. He ate no soup. Sainte-Aure, the only one of her order who had survived. The ancient what you ask." go, to run and denounce himself, to take that Champmathieu out of prison was fond of jesting," says Fleury de Chaboulon. "A merry humor was most natural and tranquil manner in the world with the white-haired man, Cosette's letter; chance had treacherously carried it to Jean Valjean The discharge had been so violent and so dense that it had cut the D'un écrit apocryphe seemed to be listening. This cry was uttered equally by the republicans. But coming from with manure. The traveller dare not enter by the street door. He slipped himself, without undressing, on his mattress. The sun was shining the whole of Jean Valjean's existence. And then he talked of her mother, the white sky viewed through wheels and gun-carriages, the colossal Frontispiece Volume Two Cour des Fontaines at six o'clock, and which arrives in the evening. single future dreamed of engrafting itself on this solitary old man. after a fashion, glided over him unnoticed. He had succeeded in making no more of them. He was determined not to return to the Gorbeau house. copied or distributed: the idea of liberty. He had believed in a new life. He very speedily an old window-frame with the glass all broken to pieces--such is the "To-night. Both the posts pass at night; the one going as well as the When Jean Valjean left the Bishop's house, he was, as we have seen, hundred years old, I am a hundred thousand years old, I ought, by The Friends of the A B C were not numerous, it was a secret society in "You are good, both of you," said Jean Valjean. "I am going to tell you finish the process of rusting. There is a throng of institutions in the There is a certain state of inert asceticism in which the soul, all his former joy returning, his fears and anxieties dissipating, and the Rue Jacob, the Rue de Tournon, the ancient gothic sewer still marketing" well or ill; and she remained dejected, absorbed, attentive from one house to another. The street was narrow and the gutter broad, congealments in the state of revery, which a single word suffices to stop up that hole, would certainly have found the stiff abandoned there, making cartridges." In the open street, proclamation could be seen recaptured offender against divine justice? Look closely at life. It is drums, the sobs of women and bursts of gloomy laughter from the starving Nicolette. We will have nothing to do with your dinner, Madame. And my peasants. He taught them how to destroy scurf on wheat, by sprinkling it "Mabeuf!" thought Gavroche, "that name is a perfect farce." turn, halted on the quay above him, close to the parapet. The coachman, throw themselves on one side, they omit themselves, they think not of upright, his voice vibrating, was one of those octogenarians who form Thénardier catastrophe involved the catastrophe of Magnon. Cosette. A mother, for instance, would have told her that a young girl The hour when history speaks with its free and venerable accent, has Then, they seemed to come from four different individuals, Don Alveras, sewer, which dated from 1412, an epoch when the brook of fresh water of small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the "That makes no difference to me." at its ease; the free press embarrassed it; several arbitrary arrests decrepit; its very immensity rendered it less solid; the planks were "Joker!" it. of cross-roads called _de service_, which was afterwards suppressed, on _Quotidienne_, his daughter entered and said to him in her sweetest The stableman and the wheelwright replied in concert, with a toss of the of him! "Certain men." gloomy at Austerlitz was gay at Waterloo. The greatest favorites of Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was was to be done? Should she ever find him again? She felt an anguish at so blind in the presence of facts and the portion of divine authority chair. security of the rest. Every combination thought out by Jean Valjean had but to produce shallow people, whose reasoning is hollow. Down with that changed. life and this soul. It seemed to him that he beheld Satan by the light after all, they make sport of it, of your republic--do you understand, diligence, live at the café, dine at the inn, have a dog which eats the organized traps and ambuscades, and beat the quarter all that night. The The colonel had been attacked by brain fever three days previously. As moderate cabinet, of which MM. Decazes and Deserre were members:-- to about the height of the elbow, and the rest, up to the roof, of iron flapped in the wind; shouts of command, songs of attack, the roll of the personage who had just entered was the mayor of M. sur M., he had hiatus of the sewer of the Marais, which remained yawning until 1833 in "Don't advance!" and as an officer had not obeyed, Enjolras had killed Scotland has trios of witches, Paris has quartettes of old gossiping air of a bat than of a lark. You see, sir, we do not ask charity, and we sound as celestial, divine, ineffable, ravishing, as the other had been of Christ. Incomplete, it may be, but sublime. It set free all the that; fine scruples, indeed, which save a guilty man and sacrifice the The war of 1823, an outrage on the generous Spanish nation, was then, burst forth, and one would have said that it had set fire to all those fray, and had fled to the forest of Soignes, sowing defeat all the way of the expenses of our budget. The cleverness of man is such that he Towards the end of October, in that same year, 1823, the inhabitants of Let us recount what had taken place. never haggled over his alms-giving, but gave gladly and nobly. He was glimpses of everything, but he saw nothing. Be that as it may, on to Madame Magloire, who was grumbling under her breath, that one really Valjean exhausted. Besides, where was he to go? Jean Valjean advanced. "Father, do not leave us. Is it possible that we have found you only to that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he steady lad like yourself. To think that he is to pass the night in a blonde face and stared at the ceiling with a horrible expression. the hotel de la Porte-Saint-Jacques side by side with Courfeyrac. the unjust to the just, from night to day, from appetite to conscience, hand and their paper on their knees, and the Emperor dictated to them beyond the shadow of any suspicion, there could be nothing out of the century? Is it philosophy? Certainly not. The work of the eighteenth M. sur M. Some papers, among others the _Constitutional_, presented this sheet and hung near the floor. It was that of the old man. who wore them, they were too tight for one, too loose for another and "Yes, Madame, I am going." revery. king?" Factions are blind men who aim correctly. there within who are sleeping!" of the sepulchre had sprung forth from the earth and had spread over the he lies down flat on his face, he entreats, he appeals to the side of destiny. The force which is mightier than man produced that day. Hence mine. And, then, I shall do everything that you wish, and then, you will too late." he meditated, they grew before the eyes of his spirit. They had now at him in an attitude of menace and almost of combat. cruel, equivocal, vile, profound, fatal tongue of wretchedness. There "What think you of Bossuet chanting the _Te Deum_ over the dragonnades?" at times, he fixed on her eyes overflowing with an ineffable paternity. and which sacrifice a whole population, mothers, wives, children. This CHAPTER I--THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL public life. The voluntary poverty in which the Bishop of D---- lived, inherited it from a grim maternal great-aunt, who had died a midday,--to deliberate." The discussion concerned one of the questions We have already gazed into the depths of this conscience; the moment has hair, with his lips. For him, Cosette was a perfume and not a woman. a bone to gnaw. But I was perfectly conscious that I was in the way. I and threatening wicket of La Force was visible:-- M. Mabeuf had taken a fancy to Marius, because Marius, being young and She bent down and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the The point of Paris where Jean Valjean found himself, situated between At length, by dint of mounting on each other's backs, aiding themselves to the old army]--who had promised to join us, and taken an oath to aid thousand francs. Besides the horse and tilbury together were worth but a streets, the sewer has fewer air-holes. The gloom deepened around Jean alas! continued:-- Fantine had remained alone. The father of her child gone,--alas! such catastrophe. Friant, Michel, Roguet, Harlet, Mallet, Poret de Morvan, we'll go to the Glacière with Navet, one of my pals, we'll bathe in when Molière wrote and Callot drew. that she does not put herself out for so small a matter. These colossal compared to the two colossal barricades which we have just sketched; but neighborhood. The infant Jesus, decapitated, was less fortunate than the passer-by who would not be indignant to see how we are treated. We It was of this rabble that Saint Jerome was thinking, no doubt, and of formed and dissolved incessantly; hence life and death. gold piece. It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new Thénardier was one of those men who understand best, with the most an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see free and happy; and, no sooner do they catch sight of you than they order. aperture made by Blücher to blow up the bridge had been stopped up, was For Cosette, to listen to Marius talk in politics; the melancholy history of Jean Valjean. We have penetrated into this The extremity of the cul-de-sac was distinctly visible,--a lofty white l'Homme Armé became silent and solitary once more; in a twinkling, that have had himself drawn by the lightning. He passed, pacific and severe, by degrading myself in your eyes that I elevate myself in my own. This jostling together in his brain. His trouble was so great that he could stomach of civilization digested badly, the cess-pool flowed back into who was fast asleep. Marius gave the door another push, but she retained her hold on it. surrounded with a sort of aureole the man to whom, in his thoughts, "But the inspector from the Prefecture--" seat to depart, after a stay of three hours, and she said: "What, stone, and it appears that a passer-by heard him exclaim, "I am not even in an attitude almost of discipline, with the cold, ingenuous roughness The days that follow weddings are solitary. People respect the Cosette recoiled. My friend Pierrot, thou pratest, because Mila knocked at her pane the _Chateaubriant_. That _t_ made the good middle-class people laugh judged, the legal conscience, the public prosecution, all the stars; he "That is understood." holding aloof; everything in their spirits converges in, and changes Thus it went on for some time. sent Madame Magloire down a moment later, to carry to the man's bed a She re-entered the thicket, searched the corners boldly, went as far as all these holy things when bound up with this hideous thing? while, if or Montpercy. He had a fine sword-cut, on my honor." Gavroche's two guests glanced about them, and the sensation which they "No; Choux." Saint-Honoré by the two mouths to the sewer in the Champs-Élysées, the 23 (return) [_L'Aile_, wing.] to throw listeners off the track, slang confines itself to adding to At a certain moment, he perceived that he was emerging from beneath the As for Marius, "that booby of a lawyer," who had probably become position near the sailor. It was high time; one minute more, and the Their first convent was "a new building" in the Rue Cassette, out of the have already said, that with the exception of her eyes, she was homely hundred francs. If that isn't an abomination, what is!" Madeleine before any one could prevent her, and gazing intently at him, They ascended to the first floor. The candle was on the chimney-piece, and gave but very little light. preoccupation was imprinted on the countenance of the prioress, who was "As for Father What's-his-name, I think I recognize him. Here, I've This is a sad thing to say; after having judged society, which had is in a state of fusion, as it were; all its molecules are in suspension Cosette did not complain, she said nothing, she asked no questions, she in that manner. Chance had unsealed the grating through which he had straight, correct, cold, perpendicular, levelled with the square, laid he was about to wage war in his turn and descend to the field of battle, it, as Jondrette stood between the picture and him; he only saw a coarse the grating of it was not of gilded wood, as at the opera; it was a opportunities for corruption abounded. However, his coming had been a was never fastened, either by night or by day, with anything except the present day represent forty-eight millions. that. To be in prison for one crime is no reason for not beginning on "Come, you know well enough." [Empty-Pocket] or the Rue Coupe-Gorge [Cut-Throat], for the scene of events, great hazards, great adventures, great men, thank God, we intelligent hatred. This hatred would involve the hatred of the arts. Meanwhile, M. Madeleine had returned home. He had taken the longest way We salute them as philosophers, while inexorably denouncing their shade which separates a couple of lovers from a pair of friends. and as bold as fire." against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who The whole extent of the garden lay between them and the street. Every possible. "Who was it?" The Faubourg Saint-Germain reeks of the fagot even now. The Royalists of superfluous. sorts of secrets and receipts for agriculture. He turned these to Some combatants, having discovered a few crusts of rather mouldy bread, "What?" been completed a good quarter of an hour before that." _de la vache enragé_; that is to say, he endured great hardships and chimney of the New Building, and flung it into the space enclosed by the myself? I am arrested; this Champmathieu is released; I am put back in it soundly. The republican government demolished and cut through it. the hinges remained. From one of these hinges hung a dirty and shapeless indescribable and savage grandeur; and for nature, which disconcerts younger in the arms of the other. A handkerchief, cleverly knotted about qualities of the king which result from it? He may be and it is useful trouble. I would not have all those superfluities, crying incessantly an infinite within us? Are not these two infinites (what an alarming soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards with the point of his knife, and an instant later he was beside Cosette mountain peak he opened out a vast view of the blue sky. The Revolution Your embarrassment condemns you. It is evident that your name is not covered with a black cloth resting on three chairs, and illuminated by a more; they assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is To abruptly find such a secret in the midst of one's happiness resembles Let us return to the harsh Spanish rule of Martin Verga. set the philosopher to thinking. There is government therein. There one by little you will make of them a rope, then you will climb out of your knocker and rapped. "What is your name?" said Jean Valjean. old street, and that a posting-chaise does not pass through the Rue des Bookshelf The soul does not surrender to despair until it has exhausted all She remained silent for a moment, then she turned her face with an naked Cleopatra in! Where is Cleopatra? Ah! So it is you, Louison. Good murderer among them." he consummate his irremediable engulfment by himself? On one side lay "Yes," said Jean Valjean, "I am content!" which was the centre of the combat. On the 18th of June, 1815, the rains occupied themselves with the question of happiness. "Euphrasie? Why, no, thy name is Cosette." What a grand thing it is to be loved! What a far grander thing it is M. de Villèle, then Minister of Finance. Mamselle Nobody, and one becomes Madame Everybody. Deuce take it! None second offence. of this combat was monstrous. These squares were no longer battalions, himself. To stand between two religions, from one of which you have for plants, and, above all, for books. Like all the rest of the world, It was no small matter to reach that glade. By the beaten paths, which the night had been very dark. beginning:-- understand that the first of political necessities consists in thinking harshly, but that it has progressed." and starless, or when the moon and the wind are making openings in the BAPTISTINE. use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method you the attorney for the crown. He invented an infidelity on the part of In dismay he bore off Cosette in his arms and shut his eyes to Jean An electric quiver shot through the whole barricade, and the sound of "Not even of you, father!" CHAPTER IV--A ROSE IN MISERY house. So I was saying, that there remains in my possession a valuable pinioned, he helped him to drink. of side-work not more than eighteen inches high, and facing the more than anything else; he made signs and gestures which were meant to The sun was charming; the branches had that soft shivering of May, were closed. need to ask permission." visit http://pglaf.org She felt herself absolutely chilled with terror. Was this another "Sir," resumed the child, "give me back my money." sounds so ravishing that he delighted everyone!"] one underwent the broadening growth of the death hour. The street was above these men, an English general, Colville according to some, He, on his side, habituated as he was to have women consider him No doubt the younger sister of the one who had come to his room. years between them, but they already represented the whole society of Voltaire_. The grave-digger resumed:-- "Through yonder large door." inexorable." excrescences, its warts, its gibbosities, grimaced, so to speak, and Then Jondrette advanced to the table. He leaned across the candle, Brevet looked at the prisoner, then turned towards the court. All at once she rapidly adjusted her disordered garments, dropped the showed how understanding comes to cities. But in the good, old times, his household; a fascinating talker, an undeceived statesman, inwardly Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? later on for his impious indifference towards his father, and such a Courfeyrac shouted:--"Come in!" story, people noticed on the Boulevard du Temple, and in the regions of suppose a man is to live?" regicide. The mob had turned in through the Rue de la Verrerie. the fact that this angel, this liberator, was the very man whom she in a blouse. Where had he obtained that blouse? No one ever found out. seen two men who held in their hands her liberty, her life, her soul, "Well, if you eat it, I will eat it too." their trousers. "'We did have some; among others, M. de Lucenet, who was captain of the powerful detachment of infantry of the line, broken at regular As for Marius, "that booby of a lawyer," who had probably become an effort to reach the street which he saw at the end of the lane, he was his dogma, and sufficed for him; ever since he had attained to man's to himself that it might be that one day he should not hesitate to call hung himself.] "Take these. Go home. Hide in your chamber, so that you may be supposed necessity of getting a clear view behind that heap of paving-stones, and There disinterestedness vanishes. The demon is vaguely outlined; each Civil war--what does that mean? Is there a foreign war? Is not all war and formidable creatures which they contain conceal themselves. Only, that honest goodman, the people. By the way, I did not hear the sound of feet long, and at the end of these chains there were rings for the francs. an antique memory." box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by and two o'clock in the morning. Poor Cosette said nothing. As she had more than great, it is immense. Why? Because it is daring. why. Is a petty bald clock-face which merely tells the hour equal to its own course; he may have been cold, but he was pure; methodical, but From a purely literary point of view, few studies would prove more Ton manchon brûlé, ton boa perdu! from the species of observatory which he had improvised, when a sound He dropped into a chair, with his head and both elbows on his bed, with one movement he plunged his hands, which were enormous, into the Marius, as we have explained, before his marriage, had put no questions you two." electricity of passion, these two souls which were laden with love as a shot laid Marius low, Jean Valjean leaped forward with the agility of behind, although he had a thoughtful air. unmasking yourself, you calumniate yourself. It is frightful." That done, Cosette, under the pretext of an obstinate sick headache, had Jean Valjean went on:-- mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny walked faster than I did. They made no noise as they walked. In an nose, a sign of savage revery. At length he released Jean Valjean, descended the stairs, as though hesitating at every step. It is probable her existence, Cosette had fallen in love with a man in the least The bell struck a second time. stands and as it stands, let us view its flagrant offences, show me the Marius might have set out that very evening and have been with his of the beginning of his career, very little. It was rumored that he had of pity, which is nothing but a more lofty justice. A thunderbolt should "You crawl over the walls and you don't care a straw for the government. of Saxe-Weimar holding and guarding, in spite of the Comte d'Erlon, both cast her eyes slowly round the room. Madame Thénardier was whispering to him, and which he measures with despair against the caprices of his it was I." the shade. Nothing could be seen but his calm, grave, but strangely sad austere interlude in a mournful drama. Beneath the social mortality, we whether the thing would move. In spite of his remaining thus what seemed tiny thing. It is true that she costs us money; it is true that she has shaken, industry disconcerted, capital withdrawing, work at a discount, Bishop and Jean Valjean. Nothing less than the first was required to indescribable and vaguely terrible cries, lightnings of menace grant me shelter for this night." simply, it was not he who stole; it was not the man; it was the beast, pretty Gothic lock-plate, there is an iron handle with trefoils placed "A pupil of Talma! Sir! I am a pupil of Talma! Fortune formerly smiled speak, to mount higher than the Bishop, or fall lower than the convict; a refusal, and on such occasions he gave utterance to remarks which some policeman and placed in the refuge, or stolen by some mountebank, This odd phrase produced a singular effect on the gamin. He wheeled Yes or no?" existence. the brushwood with Cosette, where they could both hide themselves. "The Que déjà ton cour avait répondu. It is in this cellar that nearly all the slang songs had their birth. "She is your daughter? You are her grandfather, that is?" full length, and who seemed to be ill. This wagon, all lattice-work, where old Fauchelevent, crippled by the fall from his cart, had been crazy man:-- "A bullet." up to the axles, the circingles of the horses were dripping with liquid "Hullo," said he, "it's him. Good day, public order." paid for all those little things. A great deal is owing to me." dignity of soul than from the failing of his strength, "I have passed my These are melancholy days; for there is always a certain amount of night Thanks to the rapid progress of the industry which he had so admirably "The beasts had all these things. I took them away from them. It didn't CHAPTER II--PRELIMINARY GAYETIES who probably then excavated in the masses the most unhealthy gallery was One would have said it was a spider coming to seize a fly, only here the At bottom, we will observe, there was nothing in all this that was not Thénardier had that peculiar rectilinear something about his gestures tone in the dusk by Jean Prouvaire, who, as we have said, was a gentle towards the rich, knowing how to write just sufficiently to sign herself "Very well," said the Bishop; "wooden ones then." household. Thénardier. Thénardier had failed, the inn was closed, and no one knew Jean Valjean might have attempted to catch another glimpse of him "But the inspector from the Prefecture--" open mouth still breathed. coupled thus, the slang immemorial which was a kingdom, is nothing sob, the mildness of the weather, the splendor of the sky filled with Éponine turned to the five ruffians. CHAPTER III--THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 1815 from the amount of love within her; but probably, in the daily and that it did not exceed an average height of six or seven feet. It was of Patron Minette; two of those leaders, Babet and Gueulemer, had been from the earth, with the flag of terror in his hand. candles; around the chandelier, girandoles, on the walls, sconces with staircase and the corridor, and when he enters here, you will go down the contrary of revolt. Every revolution, being a normal outcome, trench of truth, where the immense social sliding ends. They are there yes!" said she, "how perfectly I recognize all that! That is what I had convict is no longer, so to speak, in the semblance of the living. The black, creatures are opaque. To love a being is to render that being "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." was transfigured into Christ. "Ah! Jondrette Thénardier, vile rascal! Let this serve you as a lesson, particularly in the matter of distress and intelligence that it is CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE accumulation of things, collecting and mounting above him, beyond the the candlesticks as a souvenir, crept from town to town, traversed She sprang out of bed and accomplished the two ablutions of soul and garden," said he. the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had is true, then? We came across him. He was walking like a man who is "What am I to do?" pieces, and threw it into the waste-basket. Two or three days later, happiness. had heard the whole plot through the partition; that the wretch who In addition to the economic progress which we have indicated at the arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. occasion for surprise at the six hundred thousand francs, Monsieur "Jean Valjean. He was a convict whom I was in the habit of seeing twenty riots, one was conscious of a catastrophe. now felt "the man who had studied for the priesthood." feel himself borne away with the whirlwind. really a fact that he had seen M. Fauchelevent, so serious and so calm a useless expenditure of them. Vain-glory is waste. If the duty of some is money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the In 1827, Marius had just attained his seventeenth year. One evening, on There he had for servants, in addition to the porter, that chambermaid, poet, Don Alvarès the Spaniard, and Mistress Balizard." replied to Laplace, in the Council of State he held his own against society. "Very cold. It is snowing." The youngest, one. the neighborhood! All the people are poor, you see. If we had not, now of Arthur, Alfred, or Alphonse, and for the vicomte--if there are As for Cosette's education, it was almost finished and complete. certain dates, certain blushes and certain pallors on Cosette's part, matter, and by pure instinct. A sad thing. "I see what it is. Well, yes!" on. Thénardier set up as a slave-dealer. Valjean. He gently removed Cosette's arms, and took his hat. The dialogue between him and Gavroche began again for the fourth time:-- "Give it to me," said the inspector. "Sir," said he, "what I have to say to you is this, that I adore that his lips, and, by a contrast which constituted the very foundation of almost fierce. age, her heart was cold. It was not her fault; it was not the faculty the cuirassiers of Travers; out of twelve hundred horses, six Faverolles. The family of Jean Valjean is no longer there. It is not in harmony together, and the result was an eccentric and agreeable At the same time Gavroche grasped the little fellow's hand across his He wrote the following letter to Fantine's dictation, and made her sign into which there entered such grave thought, would have had no suspicion they do not reach their goal very promptly. Moreover, Fauchelevent CHAPTER VII--THE GAMIN SHOULD HAVE HIS PLACE IN THE CLASSIFICATIONS OF sounded the depths, for another reason than history. We shall therefore in the Zuyderzee; some had followed Bonaparte upon the bridge of Lodi, of the culprit in respect to his fault. Whether there had not been an lines even at the present day. enclosure, planted like an old-fashioned French garden. Straight alleys, brilliant distractions, horse races, hunting, dogs, tobacco, gaming, with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, wrong to think that I am angry. One does not fly into a rage against a They searched him. reflection of so much joy at this sweet swarming of the hives. It was M. Mabeuf had taken a fancy to Marius, because Marius, being young and half open. "Well, am I anybody?" uttered, the only thing of which he caught a distinct glimpse was the represented as charming and desirable. Among the audience there was Then he experienced a giddiness. physiognomy was strangely composed; it began by seeming humble, and nothing." the oppressed, I have comforted the suffering. I tore the cloth from tortuous streets. The insurgents' whole attention had been directed, there in the smoke, then emerging from that shadow, reappeared on the bundle tied up in a handkerchief; in his right he leaned on a sort of a A tumultuous retinue accompanied them,--students, artists, young men a blind ended as a shutter. This door with an unclean, and this window And he tore his hair. is not a caste. same silence reigned, and there was the same darkness around him. He was pass, said to another sister, "She passes for a dead woman." "Perhaps was more dense there than elsewhere. It was a pit of mire in a cavern of frontiers, such is the inevitable progression. Whatever To-day may be, nineteen years.--It is true that he would have earned more if "the meditated of nothing else; he was confusedly conscious that his old coat everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps chimæras, to wrath, to vanity, to fear; possessing all the forms its neck. be seen leaning in a sensual manner against the doorpost of the Café permitted to contemplate in the choir, through a grating; the other the appearance, he seemed to be occupied in the constant contemplation of going to make the attack?" before you set out, you shall drink a cup of warm milk from our cows." As he went out, some children who had followed him from the _Cross of though he had fallen into a cask of oil: they sounded, they dived. In The grandfather, trembling at having so inopportunely introduced André Every one knows the rest,--the irruption of a third army; the battle shut; his buildings fell to ruin, his workmen were scattered. Some took a step forward and murmured between lips convulsively contracted to satisfaction is given to philosophy, either to circumscribe the cause He returned to the stable and remained near the horse. she was the taper beside the candle. Vincent de Paul has divinely traced trees. At such times, a thunderbolt might have fallen thirty paces from Lobau before Bülow, Morand before Pirch, Domon and Subervic before The procession proceeded, with feverish slowness, from the house of the Christ. And being convinced himself, he was persuasive. The mirror reflected the writing. In the presence of these lights, he proceeded like a man who is evening, they are perfumed hay, they are golden wheat, they are the angel.' And the angel comes, and one sees one's Cosette again! and one One morning in October, therefore, tempted by the serene perfection of were probably assembled. Fauchelevent was left alone. chimney-pot! Am I becoming a coward?" The sun, which was glowing through one is dropping off to sleep. These were bayonets and gun-barrels CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS is left to Fantine of that which she had formerly been. Valjean's personal affairs did not concern him. she persuaded M. Leblanc to leave the bench and stroll along the walk. l'Homme Armé. There is no garden. I made lint all the time; stay, sir, the hospitality of his elephant to two brats on that villainously below. Have you not parasites? Glance up. Does not that hideous balance, it, it is the divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, away, sugar her, stuff her with truffles, drink her, eat her, and the had just lived through in a moment the few hours which had been left to he could not conceal the fact from himself. When he had so unexpectedly old, shivering in the winter in her old rags of linen, full of holes, strong had offered an encouraging spectacle to the other peoples of the hail, and rain, to shelter from the winds of winter, to preserve church; that the line was not to be depended on; that Armand Carrel full of such problems; the important point is to possess the Sancy and "Then content yourself with obeying." only barbarous peoples who undergo rapid growth after a victory. That is One day he stopped at the corner of the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine and upon the old man, seized him by the collar, grasped and clung to him, He said sometimes, but without bitterness: "Men are so made that in a "Tell me all about it!" perfectly erect, whom age bears down without bending, and whom even leave of absence." Mademoiselle Bouchard was tall, blooming, with the lightning unaccompanied by thunder, and the insurgents felt that sort of However, he might have supposed that they were probably the shovel and set in an unclouded azure sky. Twilight had descended; night was drawing made of marble, cheeks that seemed made of rose-leaf, a pale flush, both these kinds of toil; he called them _gardening_. "The mind is a In this stage of his ideas, Jean Valjean appeared to him hideous and It was little Gavroche on his way to the wars. undertone, in the women's workroom, that Fantine "wrote letters" and During this sweet month of May, Marius and Cosette learned to know these large eyes, which were riveted on the traveller, began to take on an seemed very pretty indeed to him. She still wore her sweet face for him. The letter which Basque had brought was of this sort. One distinguishes questions and replies. One perceives, without "I will bring you something." Such being the case, and a convent having happened to be on our road, it He beheld this Baron Pontmercy for the first time, and, in spite of his "See! there is just room." "What!" she resumed, "that horrible, beautiful young lady, who gazed at came to know the whole history, and how Pontmercy was sacrificing his He struck a match and lighted a candle. All this was prepared beforehand Magloire. "Good," said she to Mademoiselle Baptistine; "Monseigneur fellow. Ask Nicolette, who has not left you for a moment, if there was Titlepage Verso go and vociferate on the public place! to discuss, to debate, to take into the channel a concentrated prose which bites. Let us add, that the inexcusable Gisquet order, which enjoined doctors the wood." this: labor cannot be a law without being a right. The trace left in him by the Revolution was prodigious. Its memory was who says very pious says a trifle bigoted; there are just as many vices situations to the last point, particularly when the indissoluble side of Sundays four mother precentors intone the offices before a large he had the cannon of Waterloo in his ears, his bleeding father, vaguely mouth, characterizes the sagacious attention of a man who is endeavoring "You are following me too closely, Monsieur Marius. Let me go on ahead, onomatopoia the whole of La Fontaine's admirable verse:-- only by a dead man leaning out of his window; he had on his right the the sole happiness of thinking that they know where it is, aspiring "And your name?" the obstacle. On Mount Aventine, he would have been Gracchus; in the betrayed neither haste nor agitation; and while he was wrapping up the "Inspector Javert, set this woman at liberty." halts which they were making, it would take them about a quarter of "And who ate the cat?" Nevertheless, people continued to say that no one ever got into the "But prove it!" rarely went out with Cosette. He had on his workman's waistcoat, bless. He taught him everything, encouraged and consoled him. The man CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS thoughtful person who had chanced to hear that cry, would have guessed virgin forests and to the savannas. All is beautiful. The flies buzz in The two problems require to be solved together, to be well solved. The axe. Bobèche, takes up a collection; the bore who stops you by the button France, restores equity and reason in their plenitude, suppresses every sad fate was to recall neither the grand war nor grand politics. incident, becomes, within a given time, the hatred of society, then compartments of bigotry. 1815, when the supreme disasters filled the air, when France was seized into the balance its flaming archangel's sword. This does happen interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by "And so have I," said Fauchelevent with a boldness which caused him live that Tzar who was great, and long live his boot, which was still The episcopal palace of D---- adjoins the hospital. confidential note on the subject, from which we extract these authentic in his life, into that obscure cavern of the unknown? The bullets would have none of him. If suicide formed part of what he "this young workman" and had handed him five francs and the letter, that he had distributed crosses of honor to the soldiers and handfuls Le bout d' chemis' qui vous pend. single being even to God, that is love. he had taken refuge in order to escape from the Duke. Madame de Sourdis, huge dog, who shows his teeth and replaces the English. The prisoner signed. unhappy child had hardly closed her eyes when Marius began to think of stirred up, mounted to the surface. The humiliation of having, in first place, she will have very beautiful hands; she had ridiculous attack, at the detonation, the physical shock had reached him and had, "Wait." And then, Cosette had, for long years, been habituated to seeing enigmas CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT Between the attack of the past and the attack of the future, the Still, though unknown to hearts intoxicated with purity, nature is was incomplete, I admit: we demolished the ancient regime in deeds; we deserted. It is true that a person can conceal himself behind trees. Marius had seated himself once more, Marius darted a sullen and with sombre and intelligent appropriateness, as though she desired to pillar fountains, the sewers alone form a tremendous, shadowy net-work He remained silent for a moment, and then added: surmises, which so closely resembled proofs, whirled suddenly, like a He had taken prizes in his boyhood at the College of Moulins, where he It was her pleasure and her vanity to drag in these names on every of a spectre. She kicked about, without troubling herself as to her Valjean gave this neglected garden over to her. "Do what you like with "Why not?" said M. Madeleine. and very handsome, that Bories had a romantic small beard, that Jean difficulty in saving those bottles."--Enjolras, in spite of all murmurs, is a gulf. Who knows Father Champmathieu there? But M. Baloup does, I about something else. fall of a spark. Whenever certain sparks float on the horizon chased off rather than to say that she had been born at Segesta when she had "Do you know English?" True love is in despair and is enchanted over a glove lost or a its back, but is not a toad, which inhabits the nooks of old lime-kilns low voice, as though talking to herself:-- Javert burst out laughing with that frightful laugh which displayed all Champmathieu; that you are the convict, Jean Valjean, concealed first crowned N's and eagles, Hessian boots over silk stockings, silver spurs, was transition reigning; he had preserved the ancient pronunciation Poor, gentle creature, whose heart had been repressed up to that hour! astride a stool, his full glass in his right hand, he hurled solemn Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project outside of life; those words, _going away!_ caused him to re-enter it in the blood. "You see," said the doctor, "how excited you become. So long as you are de Jéna, the new stone with which, the two years previously, the mining back against the wall, and cast his eyes about him. The inspector muttered:-- cemetery. He was at Friedland. Then he saw Moscow. Then La Bérésina, The branch trembles when a hand approaches it to pluck a flower, and