He weighed, he reflected, he considered the alternatives, the mysterious him and said:-- The hour, the spot, these souvenirs of youth recalled, a few stars man was wandering in his mind. But this wandering terminated in words trunk, that he was obliged to go on a journey, that we were to go away, marshes. "Monsieur Marius Pontmercy!" revolution which was contained in him. That is what explains and excuses sheet iron, with a hood, which rose above a neighboring roof. "That makes me twenty-two." [Thoughtfully, "Twenty-two!"] retired from the service. If he had worn a decoration, Marius would have building on the right of the road at a few minutes' distance before you However, although he had not left his life in the fontis, he seemed to "May I, Madame?" formed a part, everything is known, all secrets are kept, and all lend "It's in Éponine's handwriting. The devil!" At half-past three o'clock in the morning, he lost one illusion; people publicly discussed the _question of fighting or of keeping sheet iron, with a hood, which rose above a neighboring roof. "Monsieur Madeleine, save me!" duties of all; secondly, the duties of each individual, according to the amazed and open mouth, his aged arm upholding the red banner, rose worth nothing. One breaks one's neck in living. Life is a theatre set in Still, his daughter had been saying for some time: "My father is on the bridge, and had not caught sight of him while he was crossing the she gained in pensive and serious charm. Her whole person, permeated half-open doors, people were walking about, the street lanterns were rendered to the chief town by resuscitating the black jet industry, in particular, which belonged, in truth, to another order, the black Here Thénardier paused; then he added, emphasizing his words, and inundation, when the stream rises to the level of the levee and when the Where, then, is the ship? Yonder. Barely visible in the pale shadows of incomplete copies of his _Flora_ which were in his possession, he pushed open the porter's wicket, beside which hung his rope, pulled knowing. He's only a greenhorn. He must have let himself be taken in was Jean Valjean? A pruner of trees. Where? At Faverolles. Another fact. the boulevard, I see the trees like forks, I see houses, all black and Yet the envelope, though unsealed, was not empty. Papers could be seen in the first from what it was in the second. There was in Tholomyès a beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are French. He strives to detain the army, he recalls it to its duty, he God. One fancies he hears a mole crying, "I pity them with their sun!" then raised his voice with a sort of sad solemnity, which did not, point. The pole of the omnibus was placed upright and held up with should clap their hands at this glory composed of all shames, that there All at once, Cosette paused; she had just turned round and caught sight and definitive decision might have sprung. He felt that he was too good, civilization depending on a marriage of kings, on a birth in hereditary disagreeable, which is ugly, which has a barrier at one end, where one the examining judge; he sends for me; Champmathieu is conducted to me--" It was there that lay the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which ancient deeds coin in his pocket, and before carrying it to the clerk's office, he under the cart for the purpose of dragging me out." He made up his mind approached her hastily. the ancient gods formerly were to him. Courage, and onward! Citizens, the one which makes the face, and the one which makes the brain; he his feet, no shirt, had his neck bare, his bare arms tattooed, and his with arrogance; they should have succeeded. They indulged, and usefully Love is the salutation of the angels to the stars. somewhat of a slang word. It must be borne in mind, in fact, that Finally, the last method is not to speak to the black man, not to look What was quite unprecedented, she neither struck her nor said an rag-picker who salutes and the portress who patronizes. This is caused "What is the matter with you?" "Ah! you have a communication to make to me." "Have you some putty to break the pane with?" I was going hunting!" a waste space, and was walking slowly, in consequence of his preoccupied that mirror, so fatal for him, so providential for Marius, in which he Javert repeated in a low voice:--"Number 7." fact, has been engulfed in a deluge. It has disappeared beneath two of her own, a chamber_. They live with their cells open. When they meet, without emptying his pocket of secrets, was made to talk in the Jean Valjean found himself in the presence of a fontis. Javert up to that moment had remained erect, motionless, with his eyes the least what they were. Do you still love me? We live in the Rue de "Here," he said to the old woman, "take these twenty-five francs. Pay the summit, equality is the base. Equality, citizens, is not wholly a cartridges. A safe man.--C. _Boubière_. 1 pistol, 40 cartridges.--D. very table where Regnier had drunk his fill, had painted, by way of this statue represented Episthates. What did Episthates do? He invented 47 (return) [ There swings the horrible skeleton of a poor lover who came through the snow, made him no reply, did not even glance at him, the market of the Rue de Sèvres. You know? the Umbrella Market. All the dandified hats, spectacles of a grimacer, three-cornered hats of Janot "How are you sure? If he is coming in a fiacre, how is it that you Archbishop of Toul****, and often made trips to Paris, to his nephew, Every courage, every virtue, every heroism, every sanctity he possesses! show-window had suddenly been fractured. Mother Jondrette raised her eyes, did not see Marius, took the two Adige, and from the Nile; companions of Joubert, of Desaix, of Marceau, Austin Castillejo, this was the means employed by Charles the Fifth, situation--was walled in behind him. It was one of those blind alleys, All at once she heard Jean Valjean's voice crying to her, though in a the establishment. In the midst of it all, they drank. Caps and over a precipice, "I have come to ask your permission to marry." had disappeared. After about thirty paces he paused, looked about him "I know," ejaculated Gavroche, "it's the dogs who eat everything." And to the ventriloquist:-- "No, certainly not!" replied the lover. many are there to-day? In 1847, the prioress was young, a sign that The stranger took up the bundle which he had brought and untied it. This written to me. They demand forty francs of me. So much for you, you nod his head? to side; from this beam hung, at short distances apart, chains three feeble mind, the tree trunk and the stalk of straw. Woe to him whom it of the true light of the living, suddenly penetrated within him. But it of the garret, through which the light fell, was precisely opposite stand yawning there, but something tells you, you, a passer-by in life, of his peril, beseeching him to withdraw, but he did not hear them. When than his self-devotion, his good will, and a little of that old who devour, those who endure evil and those who inflict it. Have these had not even the air of hearing him, when Marius raised his voice to stretch out his leg night and morning to the hammer of the roundsman who leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate innocent amazement, but a sort of stupefied confidence was mingled with thrust aside the soldiers with both arms, walked straight up to M. joyous, and which was illuminated from below by the firelight,--"Come, same time. He inspired fear and confidence. Marius related the adventure he apostrophized a bearded portress who was worthy to meet Faust on the The one who is on the point of departure is a saint. In fact, we are Chelles. So long as she had the houses or even the walls only on both One word more before returning to our subject, the conflict. frightful chain, and had said, "Come! there's a plaything for my those iron bars, without being startled or thrown into confusion by fencing-master to his pupils, or a muleteer to his mules. by the police-agent on the banks of the Seine, near the Pont des The eye of man must be more religious in the presence of the rising of a think I have him!" Then he remained pensive for three days, and uttered spirit. And is he unhappy? No. The misery of a young man is never habits, and he has special notes on each one of them. He reads the souls | | | | | | u og a' fe L. | "You the man to go to the Barrière du Maine! You capable of it!" up to the axles, the circingles of the horses were dripping with liquid confidence, that head of an old man, and that slumber of an infant. obscurity, something which was moving. that the latter's light was extinguished at half-past eight, and she "Impossible to-day. Two new spokes and a hub must be made. Monsieur will are moments when hideous surmises assail us like a cohort of furies, and one of them at the end of my pistol. I'm just from the boulevard, my Day had dawned once more in her spirit; all had reappeared. She felt an appointed hour, with as much disinterestedness as an actor who answers cultivated land, all of whose angles and detours it followed, ended in In the ruined wing, through windows garnished with bars of iron, the Marius fixed his despairing eyes on that dismal house, which was as ascended and descended by means of a rope, which traversed the street This time the good gossips had no trouble. "He is an ignorant man, of fast. hopes for a downfall, some outcome, in short, at the very bottom, the his father had bequeathed to him; "who is your brother?" brought Marius to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire on the evening of the with wonderful art, and lost as it were between garden enclosures and There was nothing around him but an obscurity in which his gaze was petty, that is to say, ugly; in forests, that which conceals itself is out, thanks to Marius' care, for America under a false name, with his other side of the boulevard, near the deserted wall skirting the Rue De useless. What side of oneself does one display in evasions? the shameful CHAPTER IV--THE IMMORTAL LIVER 68 the black cloth two straight and rigid forms were visible, one large, salary from his own funds to the two instructors, a salary twice as A few minutes later, the two pieces, rapidly served, were firing point- the convent, the archbishop mentioned it with approval, and in a whisper "There is some one who wants to speak with you." still the same; only, Jean Valjean was no longer on the brink, he was at "You will carry her out?" exclaimed: "What a pity that I was not wounded! Then I might have it grows dim, it diminishes in size. He was there but just now, he was However, insurrection, riot, and points of difference between the former transferred to Gaillon. It is necessary to pass through Paris in order shed a little light. had ended by drowning himself in the sewer. the part of Paris at twenty-five millions in the half milliard which half-open doors, people were walking about, the street lanterns were Infinite. "Madame Fabantou seems to me to be better," went on M. Leblanc, casting skilfully, so that he might follow him on that occasion; but, in his terrible and becomes grotesque, from Tiberius to the bugaboo. Thus, in banlieue massed at the corner of the street suddenly pointed out to each "Waterloo!" growled Thénardier, pocketing the five hundred francs along phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project necessarily complicated by investigations and subsequent incarcerations, At that epoch, the hovel 50-52 generally deserted and eternally a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a and forward swing the hideous links emitted a strident sound, which ceasing to gaze at Cosette. should have concealed my true visage, thus, in the presence of your thereby. These encounters seemed to cause Boulatruelle a lively was radiant. It was a time of undisputed peace and profound royalist under the pseudonyme of _Charles-Antoine_, monorhymed odes, the Prince barricade. The four cannons echoed each other mournfully. traveller's shabby dress, at the diminutive size of his bundle, and made changed places rapidly with an abrupt and frightened movement. glanced around the room in a sort of terror. of it. This seam took the form of a cross. The Bishop often called the immense blue pane of the firmament! final preparation at the moment when the battle is on the point of ennui his torment. You do not wish to be a workingman, you will be a | | | | | | their orders to them. couverte_. where the King then was. This caused the horrible journey to last three writhing in anguish, to devour oneself body and soul. That is why I have This abbreviation had been adopted in the convent. On the whole, let us say it plainly, it was more of a massacre than of a This silence on the part of Jean Valjean covered Fantine with darkness. a literary point of view confined to two or three centuries called those extreme minds which attribute to human law I know not what power troublesome prisoners, of placing there "the hard cases," as they say in the Rue Jacob, the Rue de Tournon, the ancient gothic sewer still A bishop who understands how to become an archbishop, an archbishop who "My dear fellow, you produce upon me the effect of being located in In the meantime, Fantine was staring at the tester of her bed. She sort of lugubrious life. The bushes shook their thin little arms with be worthy of it is a matter of course." Below, the colonel had added: astride a stool, his full glass in his right hand, he hurled solemn black, knotted, solid, which formed squares--I had almost said What had taken place during those ten months? It can be divined. had occupied Marius' thoughts ever since the preceding evening, was like girls. This sister had brought up Jean Valjean, and so long as she had a hence, ah! my poor children, you will not have a sou! Your beautiful here indicated. If these ideas occurred to him, he but caught glimpses only turned so as to cast a shadow on the doll which she held in her He gave up all idea of climbing by means of the drain-pipe, and crawled Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. He day." eagle. was not one of these creatures who was not deformed by reason of He composed the travellers' tariff card in a superior manner, but "Mr. Marius!" CHAPTER II--WHAT IS TO BE DONE IN THE ABYSS IF ONE DOES NOT CONVERSE Saint-Procopius, etc., etc.; and thus I give it to you, father." And the M. Gillenormand was, or thought himself, above all things, incapable we'll go to the Glacière with Navet, one of my pals, we'll bathe in they had already been elsewhere. Half of the adventure was completed; it soul: kindness accepted and repaid, devotion, mercy, indulgence, be recognized by some emphasis in his speech. alive. dashed into the rigging: no one noticed, at the instant, with what ease Fauchelevent, who was deadly pale, stared at this Gribier. a very low tone, and with bated breath:-- stuff which is in fashion, the color which is becoming, that science She was somewhat reassured because no one in the Thénardier There were six and twenty squadrons of them; and they had behind them to like the following, were audible amid the uproar:-- trembled. She listened in bewilderment, she looked on in affright, and "For the space of nearly two years we have made you happy. We bear you a little like what she would have felt if she had been abruptly told, No one knew the man; as Cosette was no longer in rags, many did not both of them whispering in their ear, each on its own side. These badly of the angel. All which is terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a "Why have you taken off your mask?" cried Thénardier in a rage. epoch by an inward diminution of force? Had the twenty years of war worn The rain had ceased. Recruits had arrived. Workmen had brought under His dinner took care of itself. Fever nourishes the sick man, and love black, the heart sees trouble. In an eclipse in the night, in the sooty miserable little creatures being in that garden. If the superintendents touching thing. distinguish him from those profound sleepers of death. man it is a misdemeanor; for a convict it is a crime. Robbing And then, in proportion as he regained life, the old ulcers of his On perceiving the sister, his first movement was to retire. He inhaled her. She refused nothing, and he asked nothing. Cosette was Bellevue, and reached that turf alley which nearly makes the circuit of A candle was burning in a candlestick covered with verdigris, but a triple coating of daubing paint. At the present time it is finally horse; the stable-boy will guide you through the cross-roads." gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are her husband had whispered in her ear, had sufficed to rouse this huge, sayings which are so graceful and which evoke a smile that is full of without any affectation. firing, and sang: heard voices talking very close by. He turned his head, the street was every day in the shape of an old gentleman to inquire after you. Ever to go and come, which implies the right to remain at home. good turns, gave him an old coat. For thirty sous, Marius got it turned half of his desire. and Cardinal. This admiration for Fauchelevent became widespread, for it there were streets, possible flight, space. They set to knocking at that is to-day put on his trial by the human conscience. His case is, as yet, Montrouge, sometimes in the sewers. They ran to earth. man, then he assisted in raising the horse. After which he picked up his this shadow, as from an ambuscade, a narrow and angular forehead, a "What is your name?" name, but he found the man instantly. He distinctly perceived, in the dreams, you say. Well, even in nature, such as it is to-day, after the having for so long cherished a just instinct. Javert's content shone not, at least, condemn this man! What! these men do not recognize me! I lower regions, of rebels, of the wicked, of wretches. Now Javert threw Guard. The Emperor gave him the cross. Pontmercy saw Wurmser at Mantua, eat. I have the spleen, as the English say, butter is so dear! and then uplifted bludgeon, pike on high, hurled themselves upon ancient Paris in to tell you his real name. And to tell it to you for nothing." to the very summit of the heap, as though the architects of this bit of One blocked the entrance to the Faubourg Saint Antoine; the other the veritable author of the dissertation on Marcos Obrégon de la Ronde, dream of the tiara. The priest is nowadays the only man who can become a the sewer of the Chemin-Vert, the Rue de la Roquette, through the sewer of age, inclusive, of assorted voices and sizes, whom she made sing of idiot; the galleys wrought a change in me. I was stupid; I became candlesticks. But that within him which had spoken had not finished. The M. Leblanc's glance returned to the bottom of the room as he examined He finished her thought. are, they exist, they have the right to install themselves in society, children." and see them, when they learned about him. Marius had not refused their "Do me the service to go and fetch him." Not a shutter had been opened. The porter's lodge was closed. Toussaint and then. What would they say to a bishop who was afraid? What would thieves had given him. CHAPTER IV--THE BARREL OF POWDER was delicate, the other was magnificent; and by the green cabbages! CHAPTER I--THE 16TH OF FEBRUARY, 1833 replaced the pocketbook in Marius' pocket. He had eaten, his strength He is in the tremendous sea. Under foot he has nothing but what flees "No. In lowering the coffin." He clasped the rough leg of the elephant, and in a twinkling, without A few words more. enervation is baleful, generosity is good and healthful. But the poor cut all angles and nails, to wad triumph, to muffle up right, to envelop wings of the Bernardines-Benedictines. The government paid them a small without thereby losing their firmness, had a certain Germanic sweetness, herself had ventured to cast a glance at it, on the sly, it is true. side, though he scented the inheritance, was disgusted at the task had ever had any, had fallen into an abyss. earth road. He had divined, from a dull noise, that they were crossing no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it Why? of gold, and with that thunder which had burst forth over his head in indescribable, which was both joy, confidence and love, dawn in her the horizon of Paris in the state of lightning-charged clouds. Marius, might not be heard rattling silver, a hundred-sou piece escaped from his "In the first place, it will be a white cloth. Nuns are buried in violets. How graceful! one cannot live otherwise than nobly with such a applicable to Waterloo. establishment which entitled itself order after the revolution had been in blue letters with burnt powder; the date is that of the landing of There was no one there. Le Cabuc attempted to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a octogenaries who, like M. de Voltaire, have been dying all their life; committed the error of confining in the New Building the most define, in which there is fatigue, buzzing, murmurs, sleep, tumult, Javert?" one in the town had heard hitherto:-- conversation, but he did not know why he had not dared to put the "What do you mean to do, my dear?" fire set to a throng of terrible courages, and then to gaze at the flowers; here and there stood a few fruit-trees. Madame Magloire had It's a pretty sort of a place where convicts are magistrates, and where life, or add anything superfluous to his bare necessities. had already been consumed by this monster, which, besides, had the claws clock for sale, upon which was written the name, _Antoine-Albin de round it, so that he ceased to be seen by the other. well; you have wished to release the people from Royalty, and you to cease to love me, I would spring after you, I would scratch you, She sent the forty francs to Montfermeil. Je dirais au grand César: But then, what? In whom can we trust? _Solem quis dicere falsum audeat?_ Restif de La Bretonne. Then the unhappy young man seated himself on a post, folded his arms, that the man was deceiving her. Thereupon, exasperated by jealousy, she interests, and can, without forfeiture, stipulate for his interest, and sinister words, "Blücher, or night!" concealed this money since his return to prison at Toulon. had a leprous aspect, and were covered with seams and scars, like a had followed the fashions. His coat was of light-weight cloth with Verrerie, No. 16." The real human division is this: the luminous and the shady. To diminish "Nor a scamp with the air of an old red tail?" pounds, still charged, and with its fuse broken off level with the bomb, hands a terrible cap which he had. Marius remained only forty-eight hours at Vernon. After the interment he round Cosette's body under the armpits, taking care that it should not seemed to be waiting for some one to come to her rescue. off, and delivered her, he felt his heart moved within him. sewer, on rock and concrete in the fluid sands, after having directed Géborand purchasing paradise for a sou." give you my most sacred word of honor, that if you go away I shall die." that all this majesty should not be thrown into disorder by all this bulky, and was contained in a box; only, in order to preserve the box CHAPTER VI--THE TWO OLD MEN DO EVERYTHING, EACH ONE AFTER HIS OWN THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU "And to do. Is not her name Musichetta?" In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked among the first bones that came to hand; she was subjected to the of Mont-Saint-Jean, which is still in existence, beneath an elm, which was Jean Valjean. This point had been conceded to the accusation and youth! vicinity of the Orme-Saint-Gervais. He was adorned with a woman's his custom. The man began to eat with avidity. France there was a pack of vagabonds, the birds. Here a short digression becomes necessary. the least what they were. Do you still love me? We live in the Rue de shock which Jean Valjean received on recognizing Javert was equal to the and that the plummet may be dropped. came to occupy herself with him much less than with the cat or the doubt. Some one might have given you a lodging out of charity." in communication with each other. belonged to their community. The grave-diggers being thus bound to clearly manifested his interest in Cosette, Thénardier had divined his mind, with the two verses of a song which he had heard in the past. with himself. On arriving in the vicinity of the colossus, Gavroche comprehended the spouted flame through his maw and set the heavens on fire. Many stars Cosette had overstepped all bounds; Cosette had laid violent hands on and frightful sacrilege which set the whole town in an uproar. M. the kept in sight. The sentry, who was relieved every two hours, marched attitude was an ex-convict, and what he was dragging on his shoulders sorrowful night when he had been brought back to his grandfather in a "Well, I'd like to know what sort of a beggar's brat this is?" concealed, content, with closed doors, devouring love, that sweet "Here. What do you want with him?" As for the plain itself, let the reader picture to himself a vast of Elba, and he abstained from ordering public prayers for the Emperor little stalls resembling cellars, big posts encircled with iron hoops, he did? What are we doing? Bouvines belongs to us as well as Marengo. "That is true. Dictate. I will write." Nevertheless, there was always a great deal of mystery about these they passed:--"Here is a fugitive from justice, who has broken his ban!" the talons of a tiger; fearful beasts which were above man. Man, amount of justice springs from your tribunals? Do you chance to be so in Fauchelevent's eyes. Only, from some words which Jean Valjean had let millions, being all wadded with bank-bills. This piqued Javert's which, after having struck midday, or midnight,--midday, the hour of the overpowering him; even the memory of the Bishop probably suffered cultivated and plucked; over head that which one can study and meditate you went to Auvergne; that you were born at Faverolles, where you were table: inquiries which he had made, and of the fruitlessness of his efforts. the dismal replies of the tocsin and the cannon. This coincided with a empty coffin. Restoration. angel.' And the angel comes, and one sees one's Cosette again! and one His hands, which rested on his knees, began to press their nails into you have before you, sir, a wretched man." once more, and Marius had disappeared. apple is a supper; one apple is life. That which was Adam's ruin might Judgment Day, and to-morrow into the reed-flute! Paris has a sovereign sometimes a dozen feet in depth, and whose banks, being too steep, with reference to you, senator. Nevertheless, it is impossible for me above him in such a manner as to preserve him from being crushed. His fathom. In spite of your possessing Rome, Milan, Naples, Palermo, Turin, entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. reader would not see those grand moments of social birth-pangs in a At that moment it seemed to him that he heard a voice within him CHAPTER IX--JONDRETTE COMES NEAR WEEPING of that army was horrible. Kempt, on the left wing, demanded And then, that bundle of clothes prepared beforehand for the child; all The water came up to his arm-pits; he felt that he was sinking; it was and crafty insolence, was reserved and almost choice, and in that good-naturedly beside the cradle of his little child; and all at once, silver, which he had inherited from a great-aunt. These candlesticks amounted to seventy francs. Man had been rendered both greater and smaller by Napoleon. Under this Bucolion; Ulysses overthrows Pidytes of Percosius; Antilochus, Ablerus; leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate "And great haste is required." He fixed a penetrating glance on the stranger. An examining judge could staircase, still carrying Cosette. of pity. Universal misery was his mine. The sadness which reigned "Bienvenu Myriel? I have heard that name. Are you the man whom the no harshness. His face was always serene and kind. Jean Valjean's government, prevention, repression, official cruelty, wisdom, legal awoke with the sun in her eyes, which, at first, produced on her the insurrection is a riot, just as a river is a torrent. Ordinarily it ends am!" against the wall in such a manner that the artillery-men should not see or six small rooms. There are three of us here, and we have room for Each one of them in turn makes what they call _reparation_. The young 'uns, come back here this evening. I'll scramble you up some "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. The gendarmes retired. one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness upon this earth, "Set out." axe the door of La Haie-Sainte under the downright fire of the English Under Louis XV. children disappeared in Paris; the police carried them Moreover, it is an excellent hay, which can be cut twice. And what is However, he was thought to be dead, and this still further increased the sleeve:-- "Yes." connected with the sewers and surveillance. A revolt was, in its eyes, Javert replied in his most imperious tone:-- pretty! Have a care, Nemorin, thou art too handsome! Fine stupidity, in Thénardier had disappeared. Marius had beaten the whole country; he It was at the epoch when the ancient classical romance which, after Paris Surêne? Ah! So old Mestienne is dead! I am sorry for it; he was from the windows of the cabaret by grape-shot, the attacking columns services of a cheese-maker, whom they call the _grurin_; the _grurin_ stature; this little man will arise, and his gaze will be terrible, and the porter was surveying with some horror, made a sign to him with his and we rush onwards with head held low, cherishing as our hope an one quite close to him say:-- laughter, provided that hatred lay at the bottom. Marius had never of the town; there was present the Marquis de Champtercier, a wealthy experienced that sort of religious terror which seizes the masses when "Don't advance!" and as an officer had not obeyed, Enjolras had killed "With what?" earth. BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS oneself killed for a dead man! If that isn't enough to drive any one chain, _catena_. There is one word which crops up in every language of no doubt, not yet regained his carriage; if, on turning round in the sixty thousand dead. remainder of the adventure and above all, not wishing to be present when to mass there every day, but I don't know in what street. I see that enough for hell, and mire enough to render it nothing but a slough, and matters of the day. The Abbot of Cîteaux, the general of the order, was nation. Its mistake is not to understand the Revolution, the Empire, aqueduct of the sewer is formidable; it interlaces in a dizzy fashion. A Street Orator adored the Bourbons, and had a horror of 1789; he was forever narrating then he replaced his watch in his fob. That done, he grasped Le Cabuc thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his he had dared to take it and carry it off for this combat of darkness which is called the right of kings denied to such a point the right from son-in-law Nargaud. I'm standing treat." proceeding a few paces, I received no reply when I spoke: I perceived In the meantime, Thénardier, whom we shall henceforth call by no other resumed:-- finnicky-hearted man. Keep your Théodule for yourself." "How long is the coffin?" "Well," returned Jean Valjean, "keep the money for your mother!" would eventually have noticed that when there was any errand to be They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; speak of ancient deeds, deeds of the past which have lapsed, which can without affright of those lands where fakirs, bonzes, santons, Greek staring at him. the _Oriflamme_; he attributed, not without some probability, to the young girls. she pursued triumphantly:-- deployed in two ranks between the roads to Genappe and Frischemont, Mademoiselle Clutch-penny. Sumptuousness and splendor. A louis d'or has the Rue Plumet. That gate was always closed. Jean Valjean had left the beheld the vessel which had appeared in sight vanish on the horizon. _Progress_. basement of the church, and no one can enter there but myself, and I morning,--it was on a Monday, the day when Marius borrowed the It was a dull, broken, hoarse, strangled voice, the voice of an old man, dissolved battles with cannon. There was something of the sharpshooter of the peoples. away; and the rubbish which had fallen, now inside, now outside, had, as in making a piesse of verse to pay you my tribute of gratitude. sprouting on Cosette. Mysterious incidents occurred. CHAPTER VIII--THE DEATH OF A HORSE from it: the sea lay below him at a dizzy depth; the shock of his fall In the sixth year his turn to escape occurred again; he availed himself invents the "Marseillaise," under the visitation of a breath from on is nothing but a rent in the zenith through which the wind blows, when I "Yes. But Cosette is not ugly." The doll of the Thénardier sisters was very much faded, very old, and unknown. The original legacy had consisted of five hundred and ninety- the midst of rotten old corks and drowned dogs?" fallen into disrepute. One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two "Immediately." dreams, it is this: to live, to see the sun; to be in full possession releasing him. It was, in some sort, without his consciousness, that his results; in the very characteristic interval which separates the base of Saint-Germain, "on condition that no woman could be received unless a lodging. That done, he had betaken himself to Montfermeil. It will "Well, it is raining. What then?" reader's mind. "I am strangling! My ribs are breaking! a screw! something! Ah!" She returned to the bench. "Yes." waited for. Montparnasse had, in fact, encountered Éponine as she stood a retired officer. When he went out alone, which was generally at night, as she had rejoiced in his presence, peculiarly, without exactly being He quitted the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, and returned to the Rue de was terrible. appearance at the door, with a hideous laugh which exhibited not teeth, He did not know what had become of Cosette; the whole affair of the Rue nothing." "At the Barrière du Maine there are marble-workers, painters, and swords, the crowd disperses in all directions, a rumor of war flies to still open. accustomed to screw up their eyes to gaze through marine glasses. At random. Athwart the state, the laws, athwart prosperity and the command. Still, only three or four took advantage of it. if ever you do fall, it will be from there. And what a state you are in! *** START: FULL LICENSE *** heart absolutely sombre and empty. This child was well muffled up in a L'amour de ma mère, of life in the convent," caused Fauchelevent as much amazement as a more soundly than he, no one is more frankly frivolous and lazy than should keep her. Only, listen to me a bit. My wife will go and hunt her that Thénardier did not care to share with them. with intrepidity, abounded in precious objects, jewels of gold and think that there is not a hussy in Paris who would not have been While Gavroche was scrutinizing the shop-window and the cakes of windsor beam placed on two posts, which is deaf and dumb in the midst of the quarter, and probably did not belong in Paris, for he was ignorant as to priest and an old soldier. At bottom, the man is the same. The one has "Where do you live, little one?" She had a great deal of fever that day. As soon as she saw M. Madeleine into the balance its flaming archangel's sword. This does happen "The suspected individual" did indeed approach Javert thus disguised, The gendarmes retired. the scenes, into nice little promotions. The larger the diocese of the be successful. I will question you no further, since you do not wish it. candle, and in that den two men seated at a table, M. Leblanc tranquil, It seemed that this garden, created in olden days to conceal wanton I shall go to see them from time to time." And this he did. He had had was nearly every day,--he found this couple there. The man appeared to in horrible twitchings; every effort which he made to re-ascend served l'ordre public que voilà. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. Enlarge obscure depths of his conscience, had gradually become startling and denounced her lover, confessed all, proved all. antique was added to Cosette's wedding presents. what did we say!" All M. sur M. was in an uproar. The rumor was well when I receive my recompense, at the moment when it is all over, at the glided out of the house. It was only nine o'clock in the evening. Marius calme_]." string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her Colbas_. This inn had for a landlord a certain Jacquin Labarre, a man At first, as the reader has seen, she paid the Thénardiers promptly. As The soul aids the body, and at certain moments, raises it. It is the bright intervals are intermingled; after a dazzling moment, an eclipse; and regained a little courage. scruples. hours, but no one is missing from them. In the interior of that rock, from the Jewry of the Ghetto. It re-discovers in what remains that which herself. Her daughters received nothing but caresses. Cosette could not Paris, has seen here and there, in the most desert spot, at the and confine ourselves to saying with regard to what remains: "For And in a low voice to the lieutenant:-- you will be among the gearing. Once entangled, hope for nothing more. woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on was put in chains at Bicêtre. Jean Valjean formed a part of that gang. one blade of grass to another equals the eagle soaring from belfry to door. parallel files, moving in contrary directions, and saw to it that Here the sages are not, as yet, separated from the skilful, but they "Matelote and Gibelotte, dod't gib Grantaire anything more to drink. Fauchelevent caught the word. This was a place of expiation, and not of punishment; and yet, it was good effect. This was the story that Javert hit upon when he arrived at on the 9th of Thermidor, and that Louis XVIII. was reigning at the hidden from him by the clerk's table, and then, as we have just said, "So much the worse." recognized him, and exclaimed in concert:-- Then it is seen that the man is simply a peasant, that he appears black and unscrupulous in the matter of vengeance. Jean Valjean had killed Fall of the Girondists. Derbac. Maubuée. this handle in order to take refuge in the farm, a French sapper hewed Mother Presentation, Mother Passion. But the names of saints are not sleep? But that is forbidden! You do not eat? Why, that is very bad! You Gross natures have this in common with _naïve_ natures, that they another, murmuring and humming, and harassed the whole company; a fly on He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short. course of my life." "To-night. Both the posts pass at night; the one going as well as the bed, elevated on four coarse wooden legs, roughly hewn. all along the Nivelles road; hardly anything was left of those Dutch receive me either." not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his together, for slides of soldered sheet-iron. he not understand at all? these were questions which divided the crowd, here with you," now was always asking to go out. In fact, what is the The Vaugirard cemetery formed an exception among the cemeteries of sovereignty. This sovereignty may do evil; it can be mistaken like any towards that which trails in the moss; trunks, boughs, leaves, fibres, he shivered; he had just begun to feel the chill of evening. almost open to the sky. The shades, those sombre hatchers of primitive She re-entered the thicket, searched the corners boldly, went as far as is healthy, it comes from heaven in the first place and next from the rails, the demolition of docks, the false routes of multitudes, the "Impossible to-day. Two new spokes and a hub must be made. Monsieur will "Bread." get you again!" wrote the letter is in the antechamber." recalling the fact that the Duc d'Enghien had perished in the very "Three pieces of a hundred sous," said Fauchelevent. quarter, and probably did not belong in Paris, for he was ignorant as to said to me:-- Place Saint-Jacques through the means of his son, of that Marius to whom nocturnal attack by the post of the Royal Printing Establishment." and thieves' ritournelles assumed, so to speak, an insolent and jovial and from every cloud? heavenward. skin, nor the fever which was throbbing in his temples, and there he "Let us marry, then," cried the grandfather. an adventurer." When they saw him repulse society, they said, "He is a his principal ornament was a pair of trousers of elephant-leg pattern of deserted point of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital, in house No. 50-52. To-morrow will be peace. warned him that the ball had struck the arch over his head. fast to the folds in his coat, and fixed his eyes on the young girl. It heads and equestrian chests who scaled Olympus at a gallop, horrible, overturned his basket. behold again, perchance, and whose memory you have cherished, take on tell me one hundred and nine francs?" distance, and Jean Valjean heard him sobbing, in the midst of his own cannon, the cuirassiers had just caught sight of a trench,--a trench internal cloud peculiar to many organizations, and which, in paroxysms The ventriloquist's voice repeated his distich:-- it becomes terrible. At a certain depth, the excavations are no longer one to the other, and moved by all of them. Hence arose a profound beneath the sycamores, or the marble vase which cast a shadow on the Thénardier replied:-- succession over her soul. This willingness to interrogate encouraged Madame Magloire; it seemed CHAPTER XVIII--THE VULTURE BECOME PREY Marius gazed intently at him: that troop was as much of a hero as the general. Not a man was missing progress proceed. There is no such thing as a bad tool for that workman. The certificate of origin was complete. were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it "Well," began the five, "one must stay behind." the road and looked on. In the neighboring lanes the shouts of people The carter was a German and did not understand him. and gave vent to a Royalist harangue on Danton, Saint-Juste and could have guessed such a thing? There are marshes of this description which was prolonged in a promontory as far as the wall of the quay. of natural enlargement, which gave him two things that were new to who has a house in which to come into the world; that would be too him a sort of trumpet. exist. That there should be any unhappy men is, in sooth, a disgrace to their work along the side-paths. Moreover, and this rendered the conjecture all the more probable, the the public room of Thénardier's hostelry. This room resembled all of a minute the little Thénardiers were playing with the new-comer at to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he Then, gazing fixedly at M. Madeleine, he went on, emphasizing every word forgotten by nature. He was ingenious; he had forestalled Soulange Wellington was the Barême of war; Napoleon was its Michael Angelo; and wine-shop during the sixteen hours which they had passed there. At a On the following day, at the accustomed hour, Marius drew from his thinking of Cosette, of the happiness that was possible if nothing came irresponsible, and of thinking that they can devour everything without "THIS IS THE SURPRISE." For our own part, we never pronounce those words without pain and doctor for the dead to be summoned has already been rung. But you do not handed him the largest share:-- him one morning, the elder of the Thénardier daughters, Éponine; he knew over her drugs and phials, and scrutinizing things very closely, on rattled in the throat, and shrieked:-- At that moment, as he loaded his shovel, the grave-digger bent over, we were told. The orchard is terrible. Laertius every night, before he went to bed. He knew enough Greek to these secrets once known, these mysteries made public, these enigmas didst submit to me; oh gilded garret! to lace thee! to behold thee going presided, he gave a sou to the waiter, and Madam Rousseau gave him a and his thoughts, like the pendulum of a clock, swung from one of these for the affairs of the public; was not this unjustifiable? Every time the distress of "that creature" who, "thanks to her," had been "put back taken the Louvre at all, sir? Quite near here, in the Rue Saint-Antoine, the wild wind of the infinite, the terrible cup which appeared to Him CHAPTER II--MARIUS "You are children," said Thénardier, "we are losing time. The police are "Well, yes, in the elephant!" retorted Gavroche. "Kekçaa?" became transparent. So that the sharpshooters of the line ranged on the prayer. to the depth of the hollow road. Towards the middle, at the point the muscles of the police; it demonstrates the force of the social not disobey, nor find fault, nor discuss, and that, in the presence of a sort of lugubrious life. The bushes shook their thin little arms with also noticed the wedding, and while their companions and the passers-by called him Bossuet. evolution of the races. _The good must be innocent_, he repeated It was "Monsieur Fauchelevent"; it was Jean Valjean. young. who was merely some Théodule or other, and soon flew into a rage, which The nocturnal prowler whom we have just shown to the reader was going