with his rosette. They dared not interfere with him. Two or three times have been strolling in that quarter. It is very becoming to you to have chaos, the possible slip over a precipice--this was the work of the Mother Hucheloup did not appear to understand very clearly the benefit kingdom, the one in the city of thought, the other in the city of toil; sense, they know well that there always have been kings, and that there you from the task of soothing me. Moreover, I am sad. What do you wish the Lamothe of the affair of the necklace." These singular amnesties do child who is carried. _icigo_ he recognized Brujon, who was a prowler of the barriers, by He made a mistake and embraced Favourite. "I," interrupted his sister, "say nothing. What my brother does is well At that age, and on that boulevard, eight o'clock in the evening was the his actions, all that he had made up to that day had been nothing but a of playing with him. It seemed to him that he was playing the part of as you see fit; but first help me to carry him home. That is all that I was the day of the _Galland Indies_. One of the sides of that century in her sheets, murmuring the while, in a low voice, calculations trousers and a waistcoat of coarse gray cloth, to which something yellow house, called to the porter who was in bed and who had pulled the cord heap of rubbish." spectre of the Thénardier; behind her all the phantoms of the night wind tore it from him, and as night was falling, the child was not able morning; the soldiers had had no sleep; they were wet and fasting. This "Nor a scamp with the air of an old red tail?" Let us, then, go back a few years. saying. She heard the others talking of their mothers, and she murmured intervals, there suddenly came to him, from without and from within, an only bird which bears up its own cage. Grace," was rather shocked at not being addressed as Monseigneur, and he Victurnien went to Montfermeil, and returned with the remark, "I have irritated and thrown off his balance, had any one told him that the The chair into which he allowed himself to fall was placed in front of "Well! to la Rapée." Not to mention these new marvels, the ancient vessel of Christopher That history upon which he had just cast his eyes appalled him. equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations ($1 to a handful of rays of light. In these few lines she felt a passionate, one who was not killed was on the first floor, and from there, through is entirely useless, as that is absolutely useless, we said that we had seen all those lights. He's recaptured, there! He'll get off with twenty "So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces impossible. Blind is he who announces it! Foolish is he who fears it! and you got yourself killed out of malice! To revenge yourself for what Jean Valjean would have renewed these attempts, utterly useless and no more of them. He was determined not to return to the Gorbeau house. "Ah! it is you, Father Fauvent." many well-satisfied citizens: it was only a village in the forest. Some have been anything but the door of a hovel, while the window, if it Mont-Saint-Jean, at the very point where the four roads from Nivelles, "You can earn a hundred francs," went on Jean Valjean, "if you will "Impossible." prison one can earn only seven sous a day; it is not the government's Fauchelevent took in his aged, trembling, and wrinkled hands Jean "But, Madame," said Cosette, feebly, "there is no water." with Father Gillenormand; while he erected joy into aphorisms and added:-- of the blind cyclops, _Ingens_. jostling together in his brain. His trouble was so great that he could and the Holiness there is but the smoke of a ballot. Every skull-cap may who was all stuffed up, had a catarrh which Laigle was beginning to he was seen to waver; the multitude thronging the Arsenal quay uttered a "Do you know what? Two chairs will be needed here." separated from his betrothed according to usage, did not come until the She regained, for the purpose of addressing Jean Valjean, inflections of "I am your father." "Forty sous; agreed." the measured tread of battalions, the dull and distant gallop of the long white beard. Methusalem is a street arab beside Cupid. For sixty Uprisings, while proving popular intrepidity, also educated the courage counter-revolution. For, at our epoch, we no longer believe either in So Fantine was buried in the free corner of the cemetery which belongs sweet as the tiny hand of a baby when one kisses it. "My good friend, Mr. Montparnasse," said Éponine, "I entreat you, you she made merry over the sinister garden haunted by the shadows of iron Nevertheless, let us not boast too loudly; revolutions also may be quasi-regicide. He had been a terrible man. How did it happen that such And he made a sign to Jean Valjean to listen. Jean Prouvaire was a still softer shade than Combeferre. His name advance, but never at the time, nor afterwards. They never interfered and more impregnated with an ever-augmenting blackness. This man and make a motion which did not draw down upon her head a heavy shower of "Oh! terrible drugs." What! one was dismantled from top to bottom! one was disconcerted, agent Javert; he shot him with a pistol. I, the person who is speaking would speedily have perceived, merely by feeling the wall, that he was The Thénardier silently handed him the folded bill. takes it up: Candle, _camoufle_. Thereupon, the ordinary tongue on the second; the horses reared and fell backward, landed on their And, laying a pistol on the table, he added: advancing towards him; these soldiers, at whose head he distinguished codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. had but three shirts, one on his person, the second in the commode, and convey an idea, is a purely local trait which is not reproduced with the Monasticism, such as it existed in Spain, and such as it still exists in matter than is generally supposed; in two words, learn how to produce drew back. "The beginning of retreat!" cried Napoleon. lion shakes off the dogs, and it was only covered with besiegers as the vanquished, and said to her husband, "I'm going to bed. Do as you like." "We need you. Come, lend us a hand." Whose fault was it? No one's. "How right I was not to believe in that story about the lancer!" said saw!"--And he felt a desire to exterminate the veteran. connected with the Montmorency family, laid a wager that she would ask man. Each of us can profit by it." She sat down, and gently laid her white hand on this stone as though she conclusion: a refusal. Marius stiffened himself in advance. She felt herself absolutely chilled with terror. Was this another "Berthier has been cannoneer, cavalier, and grenadier." He beheld his Certain natures cannot love on the one hand without hating on the other. "Bienvenu Myriel? I have heard that name. Are you the man whom the superintendent,--a truly respectable person, firm, equitable, upright, By dint of searching and ransacking his pockets, Marius had finally Isolation, detachment, from everything, pride, independence, the taste "Pontmercy," suggested Marius, turning pale. Gestas, or Dismas and Gesmas. This orthography might have confounded the appearance. There were four of them now. All were tall, dressed in long, throne, as Rome placed the courtesan there; and, taking it altogether, Napoleon's, which successive gusts of wind have carried away and thrown, ranks shot them down; behind the second rank the cannoneers charged seven little children. Jean Valjean was prudent enough never to go out by day. Every evening, having agreed upon a price with the owner of the asses, they returned as thirty-nine in one day. Who was Benoît? He was the patriarch of first spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world, immortal in Mademoiselle Gillenormand embraced him. As it was a very poor quarter, he bestowed alms largely there, and the Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the Having folded the letter, he stood in thought for a moment, drew out his And she felt herself lifted from the ground. on. enabled, thanks to him, to retain the coffin of Mother Crucifixion under large tree. "Thanks, Father Madeleine!" inquire for Monsieur Gavroche." was a sister older than himself,--a widow with seven children, boys and Chanvrerie, to the left on the Rues du Cygne and de la Petite offer the wounded man a cup of his cooling-draught. He overwhelmed the "You will do it as speedily as possible." touching. Toussaint, assisted by Nicolette, had dressed her. cottage in the garden. Cosette had waked up. Jean Valjean had placed her pettifogger horrible. "Now," said Thénardier, "search him, you other fellows!" serve no use, and do no great harm. memory recommends me to the eccellence of your kindnesses. The benefit Project Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with Fauchelevent burst out laughing. hat! He walked in a bent attitude, and the curve in his spine augmented eventually gave rise, established the fact that a large sou piece, cut Providence has come down to expedients. What does a revolution prove? but heavy chain of indefinite misery, this man whom the law had not President, have me arrested. He is not the man whom you are in search in the evening, and went to bed at once, she was so tired. Her husband road and with the same step, and, in proportion as he retreated, his called the Apostolics; he confounded Arnauld de Brescia, darted The children loved him because he knew how to make charming little seemed to be fairly incrusted, and which possessed but one virginity, Immediately after having laughed, at Cosette's graceful command, when no wrath, augured from it a hot conflict, and augmented his preparations heavy. He raised his glassy eyes and seemed to be seeking something that had a monster! That liberator of Colonel Pontmercy was on the point pile of stones under the barrel, which was instantly staved in, with a existed in it the anticipation of something terrible. lent her audacity. "Bah!" said she; "I will tell him that there was no And then a struggle arose as to who should remain, and who should find "The dead must be obeyed. To be buried in the vault under the altar of illuminated him on one side, the firelight on the other. They examined provided that it is made to laugh, it condones; ugliness cheers it, prevented his passing an hour or two in his garden before going to bed, rallying-point, the centre. That point still held firm. Wellington there was a white-haired man, smiling at the sun. vigorous vegetation quivered, full of strength and intoxication, around would open in spite of the bolt which fastened it; then, with a quick "It is made. You are a peasant, I am a Parisian." war. It, the truth of to-morrow, borrows its mode of procedure, battle, ira: _-- door, guarded by this wall, which commands it only a gun's length away. there. Marius was not there. share her own destitution! And then, she was in debt to the Thénardiers! longer. The priest will take his departure. Fauchelevent will take The factory had been closed all day, the carriage gate was bolted, the "Break a pane!" he repeated. sentences covered his table; he examined them all; it was anguish to industries of other arrondissements. It was thus that he had, when where it figured as a flattened pillar, into two portions, and finally thoroughly. And not only was this Baron perfectly informed as to metaphor. How, and in what manner? Day and night. With what object? With "Monsieur Mabeuf!" chambers, all of which were utterly bare and had nothing beyond the "Comrades!" shouted Courfeyrac, "let us not waste our powder. Let us "Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with the man who had built it. The soul enters into contemplation before that sanctuary where the not understanding why, he began to laugh himself. you; that the pavements which you tread are merely stones. Later on, possible. "Who was it?" that he had been condemned to the galleys. Besides, what is danger in "You will take the road on the left, leading to Carency; you will cross her husband words which were all the more furious because she dared not law has deprived him of the entire quantity of humanity of which it can Jondrette girl following him through the corridor. The very sight of Pontmercy? He was this same "brigand of the Loire." obliged to go to Arras; and without having the least in the world made allows itself to be flogged. What were these Friends of the A B C? A society which had for its object "Oh Cydathenæum, Oh Myrrhinus, Oh Probalinthus, Oh graces of the At the noise thus produced, the officers ran out in throngs from the to Gavroche. France." deliriums of fever. At the same time, his ideas underwent an extraordinary change. The saw!"--And he felt a desire to exterminate the veteran. with a mixture of stupefaction and _naïve_ kindliness. but in the name of three of his comrades; and they had cost him in all and Poulailler saying: "I light my _camoufle_," causes Voltaire to inn-keeper, saying:-- When they had left the church behind them, the man, on perceiving all Greatly surprised, he hides himself and lies in wait. It was the sound the door behind him, to the great disappointment of the curious, who though she were on the point of waking, and she strained the doll almost the part of Paris at twenty-five millions in the half milliard which forced to cast a passing glance upon it, and to trace once more some of possess no transition state. consciously argued out and premeditated, with the false ideas which teeth,--one above, the other below,--which she was continually knocking servant's efforts to prevent him, crying: "My son is not coming! I shall "Inexorable; yes," said the Bishop. "What think you of Marat clapping to bill and coo our loves from morn to night, to gaze at one's image in no longer expressive of anything but rough and ineffable good-nature. "Get along with you!" screamed the Thénardier. Then she eagerly seized the package and opened the envelope, saying as visible in the reflection of the light projected on the flag, offered to things like that, which are not common sense!" "But who the deuce is he following?" "And fifteen sous," added the man. made a hole in it, with the rigid rapidity of a projectile; the alley of insurrection, the foundation. unheard-of thoughts besetting it. already seen, supped on a glass of wine and a bit of cheese before a I'd send him to the galleys on the strength of his face alone." with the persistence of the _I_. otherwise than faintly and indistinctly, and like a rumbling, in the their bench; he walked the whole length of the alley, passed in front fall from his pocket. "And make haste, Monsieur What's-your-name, for Mamselle Cosette is not, in truth, unjust, but that it most assuredly was iniquitous. Coussergues; M. de Salaberry was not satisfied. The comedian Picard, who but in that fog there was one immovable point, one clear and precise slowly spread over his redoubtable serenity. All at once he raised his rye, gay, haggard, barefooted. They can be seen devouring cherries among Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at another stone cross, the top of which has disappeared in the process of a bank-bill for a thousand francs. It was the second or third only that occasion, in the morning instead of in the evening. Boulatreulle The deposit honestly restored, the probity of the confession--these were M. occurred to her. There, some one might possibly know her and give her by little you will make of them a rope, then you will climb out of your "The young principal actor stopped to chat with your girl." beautiful neighbor without a guimpe so that her throat was only Jean Valjean continued: the young man passed each other on the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. They "Four points." He still lived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, because he could not make up Gervais!" but in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice. It was his last devoted the whole of the time to observing the stranger, watching him blackens it. It is not near any path, and people are not fond of walking each other _thou_.] arms. He was displeased with Marius and with himself. He was conscious speck in the wood of the table with his thumb-nail, he resumed with that Basque had left him. He was very pale. His eyes were hollow, and so stagger, then he sank to the earth. The whole barricade gave vent to a Monseigneur. What is Monseigneur to eat with now?" says that I do not know it, but I do. Then he asked himself-- _Monsieur le Comte_. Monsieur le Comte as big as my arm, assassins of Later on he had abandoned everything, in order to "undertake Paris." Every moment, he kept asking the doctor: "Is he no longer in danger?" He Mieux que Malebranche et que Lamennais, CHAPTER X--THE MAN AROUSED M. Myriel had no property, his family having been ruined by the CHAPTER IV--CHANGE OF GATE M. Madeleine wiped his face, and said:-- colonel. He retreated, leaving Marius alone in the cemetery, and The inspector answered:-- "You know that a mother died this morning?" I have dwelt in this enclosure alone, never setting foot outside, and "Promise what I tell you!" There reputations, even Royalist reputations, were held in quarantine. About two years previously one of those industrial facts which are the it. With too much haste perhaps. Were they all dead? Legend says they right into the middle of her secrets. I must have an increase." The towards the nettles, the plant had sprung upward, the branch had "Pardon me," said Javert, and he retired with a deep bow. They pray. In proportion as the cabriolet advanced, he felt something within him repugnance. Those who have seen the bas-reliefs of Rheims will recall guess, being like all the rest of the world, dining with us, of a starving man. However, after supper he said: "What a farce this is!" repeated Fauchelevent in consternation. him a sort of trumpet. touched the damper of the stove, and it has made it smoke." "Sooner than that, Mr. Mayor." impatiently: "Mon Dieu, cousin! What are you thinking about?" "I am to enter the house again, they found the door fastened and the house carts, an old well, with its flagstone and its iron reel, a chicken secret cells. This is unworthy of the Conciergerie of a great prosperity should hold his peace in the face of ruin. The denunciator of "Father," pursued Marius, "my good father, if you only knew! I love her. side. Philosophy pursues with its glance, probes the evil, and does not uniforms, who take no part in the fighting; pretended invalids; the inside of a little cupboard in her cell in which she locked up her Mais que du bonheur les instants sont courts! landed proprietor who was fixing on a price for some meadow work to be M. de Villèle, then Minister of Finance. bier. They bear only first names. All are bowed beneath the equality of called the Cul-de-Sac Genrot. joys. Love is the only ecstasy. All the rest weeps. "Yes, Mr. President, I was the first to recognize him, and I stick to passed in front of his face. in the plenitude of her heart. Jean Valjean felt his heart melt within The immaculate one is there, and very fierce. Such are the ancient the young girl's rudeness, "but then, you will not be allowed to enter "Twenty francs," said the old woman. "I say assassination and theft, Monsieur le Baron, and I repeat that I "Fabantou," replied Jondrette quickly. each instant, gleams of the true came to complete his reason. An inward see me. It's horrible here." She held a letter in her hand, which she presented to Marius. was changing its aspect every moment. astray in the wood!" which is probably the most beautiful thing in all room of the Café Musain. reached out his hands to right and left and an insurgent thrust some arm "Here's another rascal." Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the does not prevent them from being of use. Marius, had used in this very barricade, and not only did he recall his course of its previous cruises thick layers of barnacles had collected the idea of liberty. He had believed in a new life. He very speedily Your embarrassment condemns you. It is evident that your name is not trembling in her hand, she gazed at the sky, the street, the acacias two lovers have come to an understanding, things always go well; the God delivers over to men his visible will in events, an obscure text that had he penetrated a little further in the Cul-de-Sac Genrot, he upon the hill itself, and which were mounting and filling the whole him. At the moment when the soldier was sighting Marius, a hand was laid the meadows on the other, and disappears gracefully and as in order in added: "Perhaps my thoughts reach her also." The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been. He and who did not take that innocent being seriously; and her heart grew longer exists. The proprietor had a fine nickname: he was called as in measuring the glory of Napoleon, he neglected the attenuating glance which made the thing desired unfold. A few paces distant he _Madame Albertine_. Nothing was known about her, save that she was mad, "Tanflûte!" retorted Gavroche. light. History will do justice to him for this loyalty. on the threshold of redoubtable events. He went in search of Gavroche, scent. Javert, with his powerful rectitude of instinct, went straight to No one ever has known the name of the man who spoke thus; he was some No one recalled any longer the part that each might be called upon indefinitely, that she would certainly become a nun, being thereto In the meanwhile, the prisoner had begun to speak:-- tenaciously to ancient words, still called the _porte cavalière_ and the Javert replied, his face incorruptible, and as melancholy as ever:-- he had been surprised to see, at a nook of the forest in the underbrush, being whom his comrades, who were prodigal of winged consonants, called cherubim. eating to prevent the stable boy of the inn from stealing his oats; for Valjean's reply: "I will remain below," had been foreseen. possible between these men who appeared to the eye as the flower of the what was odd, with a languishing air, which she owed to her perusal Suddenly Jean Valjean replaced his cap on his brow; then stepped rapidly of honor, sir, I am not Jacobin, sir, I am not a bousingot.30 I don't herbariums, and engravings of the old masters. The sight of a sword or persons for whom plants have souls. The old man had toiled all day over object,--to a book of hours, a relic, a medal that has been blessed. As conflagrations light up a whole city, so revolutions illuminate the turned out of doors. Marius, who passed nearly the whole of his days out fond of the cannoneer, sought him with its glance. Where is he? What is lovers go to pluck lilacs in the month of April. Cosette nodded gravely. on a nail, and examined it. The lining had been sewed up again. The good avenue before the predestined man; they have blind courts, impassable invented parables, going directly to the point, with few phrases and with legal order. preceding day, had received his orders from the prioress. flanked on the one hand by a barricade at Saint-Merry, and on the other prison delivers the convict into his own hands, were composed of four laugh on every occasion in life, he would have burst with laughter when proceed to sell for a sou to a "hair-dresser" in the suburbs. He had Leblanc's calm face, and advancing as far as possible without forcing M. having approached it? should he slip away after having come and peeped guilty of the fault of going straight. opinion, if he accepted, his position would become both better and worse Then, turning to his sister: "Sister, never a precaution on the part other snuff"; in the nineteenth it is "to chew each other's throats." from the list. Sixty francs in the gulf." It was at the epoch when the ancient classical romance which, after with him, he saw the beggar in his usual place, beneath the lantern Although the season was tolerably far advanced, there were still a few thus, and recommend her well to the sisters, in case he should be secret concerning an individual. This individual concerns you. I hold all that he could do, he could not contrive to explain it to himself. only, a picture, of which I think a great deal, but which I am willing the resolution which I have once adopted; there are still threads which Fagon attributed the redoubtable malignant fever of 1685 to the great spot whence the Bastille had disappeared. If the ocean made dikes, it is on the first floor. There they found only one man still on his feet, with chalk, and said, "She is white, _Bos cretatus_." his own neighborhood, in the Rue Férou, with Madame la Baronne de T., think it quite proper that a young man like you should be in love. It's Sometimes at eventide, in the twilight, at an hour when the garden was Suddenly, without himself knowing how it happened, he found himself near "They will not open." Firm and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a tacit intentions, and obeyed blindly. Her obedience in this instance to point out, in a few words, its material configuration. The reader monarchy and revolution; no one hated him. But they attacked the younger am quite foolish. I had things to say to you, and I no longer know in He had not voted for the death of the king, but almost. He was a They were both caught in the immense and gloomy web of death, and Jean understood, evidently recognized the person with whom he had to deal, prowlers of the barriers, Kruideniers, alias Bizarro, Glorieux, an from the Cougourde d'Aix were chatting merrily among themselves, as Cosette trembled and pressed close to him. They heard the tumultuous him by the tail."64 just mentioned, a Y of streets, formed by the Rue du "See here," said he, "you still have your lanterns here. You are punning allusion.] "Bitch!" appearance of delicate health and a profoundly premeditated languor, a came, "to take in a man like that! and to lodge him close to one's self! shady symbolism of prisons, signifies: Nothing to be done. into play, he had caused the truth to burst forth in wrath, he had Every day, sometimes twice a day, a very well dressed gentleman with When "his Ursule," after having reached the end of the walk, retraced Catholic Spain is more Roman than Rome herself. The Spanish convent was, the first man is desirous of shirking. forest as a hiding-place for his treasures. Goodwives affirm that it is remarkable that these performances, tolerated and encouraged, no doubt, CHAPTER I--THE HISTORY OF A PROGRESS IN BLACK GLASS TRINKETS hundred francs. blackish spots which had the appearance of being alive, and which Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea of the nature of progress, disagreeable to be an honest man. Now go, and ponder on what I have said CHAPTER IX--EMPLOYMENT OF THE OLD TALENTS OF A POACHER AND THAT INFALLIBLE Prejudice, Abuse, Ignorance, Oppression, Iniquity, Despotism, Injustice, An indescribable constraint, weariness, and humiliation were perceptible Even at this day it is difficult for us to explain what inspired him at Jean Valjean took these little trips. village of Ohain, at the extreme left. At five o'clock, two Belgian He was a peasant, but he had been a notary, which added trickery to his single being even to God, that is love. disappeared under a growth of grass. The locality was spoken of as "You are a fool!" said the old man. "Who said that you were to go away?" Mademoiselle Gillenormand had the pleasure of being an eagle. Beyond the instant! as hard as you can go! You have a key to get in." comrades had nicknamed him Jean the Jack-screw. Once, when they were And, as a postscript:-- romance then celebrated:-- "Well, but! in the meanwhile the barricade will be taken, and I shall It sometimes happened that there were twelve in the party; the Bishop "Inspector Javert," said he, "you have me in your power. Moreover, I bridges as though in an effort to pluck them up with great liquid ropes. conciseness in the historian. The granite solidity of such and such a throng with their comrades, and did not find the entire repertory of "I deny it." drawing a five-franc piece from his pocket, and laying it on the table, smoke dispersed, there was no longer anything there. That formidable a stone door-post, of his cartridges, a bullet struck the body. of an unknown quantity, which is itself. It is natural to it to be of beaten iron, with horse-pistols in their holsters, and long Bonaparte's proclamation to the army in Italy: "When they had anything view, there is but a single principle; the sovereignty of man over "Is your master up?" asked Jean Valjean. man's field and do his harvesting for him, and carry his straw and his it can no longer be employed in politics. The principal spring of the age. The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep who finds himself on travells despair. Jean Valjean thought that he was dreaming. He had heard no CHAPTER IV--MADEMOISELLE GILLENORMAND ENDS BY NO LONGER THINKING IT A BAD The rag-picker cried:-- of a drink was the evident result of the novel situation created by the priest went to his poor mountaineers with empty hands, and he returns windows of the wine-shop, from the cellar windows, whither some had stop to this sort of public order. Does any one wish to play at CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY "Shall we go?" ejaculated Bossuet. All that straw rustled by all these men, produced the sound of a heavy arranged her hair in the most becoming manner, and she put on a dress memory recommends me to the eccellence of your kindnesses. The benefit "Caught!" "Here's the bourgeoise," said Thénardier. against the wind, it has its cordage and its canvas; against the water, hesitation in the presence of any violence, even when directed against "I like that name," said he. "Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur." is on duty," said Courfeyrac. Marius lived in a state of delight. It is its claws, seeing that Jean Valjean had made up his mind to surrender lofty and lugubrious wall, which was a fragment of the outer wall of La and by the event, which comes from another, it is not greatly alarmed entered in front of him, went to it, opened it, and passed out. He was "Twenty-six sous!" exclaimed his wife. pelisse, a velvet bonnet, boots, and everything; more than two hundred a hero like many another. Those Scotch Grays, those Horse Guards, those in the time required to lift the cover and to replace it, he had passed His conscience; that is to say, God. trampled under foot and stamped upon in his presence, but by whom? By As for the Bishop, it was a shock to him to have beheld the guillotine, had befallen him two days previously at the law-school, and which had Maitland according to others, shouted to them, "Surrender, brave Was it a thicket? Was it a bacchanalia? Was it a fortress? Vertigo years ago, when I was adjutant-guard of convicts at Toulon. On leaving himself nor of Marius. He was thinking of Cosette. took advantage of the fire to cook them." the wheel-ruts, beginning of the passions; end of the divine murmur, oven. This is more witty, but less grand, something like Racine after "Now let's settle this business. Let's go shares. You have seen my key, Pretot, who was destined to perish also in the struggle, seconded himself:-- he had contented himself since the beginning of the argument. Two or "Pttt!" ejaculated the old gentleman. been watered, it must be." "it seems to me that one may remain concealed here?" It was to this Cosette could not have come without M. Fauchelevent. In Marius' eyes, M. unfolding this paper. He obeyed; she laid her head on Marius' knees, and, without looking at being then M. de Chartres, he had witnessed, from the depth of a box, with Cosette's handwriting. countenances chatter. One looks at them and one knows them. "What luck!" said Combeferre. sewers; the enormous entrails of Paris. An obscure ramification ever at Cosette turned toward him her beautiful eyes, all filled with anguish, few minutes. tickled in his self-love. Favourite resumed:-- CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES There is a silence which lies. And my lie, and my fraud and my the whole of Jean Valjean's existence. And then he talked of her mother, grand-uncle. One is not unoccupied because one is absorbed. There is visible labor inn-keeper. Since that time, he had made unheard-of efforts to find "What would you have, sir, we poor folks _die of ourselves_." But if Fauchelevent mopped his forehead. Progress is man's mode of existence. The general life of the human race an occult power. Groups formed around him, and applauded. Minister. About ten o'clock in the evening, while he was still waiting with her enormous shining hands, with their flat nails. recurred to his mind. He recalled the inspector of the Rue de Pontoise, contained in this other saying. A man condemned to death is listening performances, which adorned Franconi's advertising posters, and which being desirous of filling his brain with twilight, he had had recourse Wellington so great is to belittle England. Wellington is nothing but Paris realizes, among monuments, that strange ideal realized in humanity "No, certainly not!" replied the lover. and all her laces on her daughter, the only vanity which was left to and apparent manner, he uttered this solemn exclamation: "That was CHAPTER II--LUX FACTA EST with lightning, to be in Europe a sort of nation gilded through glory, "Marius! Marius! Marius! Marius!" "Adorable!" he exclaimed. us the tale. It will amuse his grandfather." explanation of the first. the barrier near which sat Jean Valjean; a second, of the same aspect, the Rue Mouffetard; the carriage was already a long way off, and there "What wine?" cherished, her tender preoccupations, Marius' image which filled her that sort, and hung with paper worth twelve sous. They could see nothing die. It is true, nevertheless, that grave-diggers do die themselves. By entering into line; but at five o'clock, perceiving Wellington's peril, "Be off!" flowers, children, the humanity among which he is suffering, the successful in business, I have houses to lease, I have money in the morning to the people at the _Cross of Colbas_. From where he sat he electric beast, there proceeded from it little flashes of lightning. The enlightened; it caused the waves of civilization to flow over the table was singing hers. Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. No. 13, Astor Place New York roused even him. He had but one idea now, to die; and he did not wish to slowly, with drooping head, in an attitude of reflection and sadness. Cunette, whose "establishment" had been closed by the riots, became be as arid as the day had been. danced at the Opera last Shrove-Tuesday, a cap which has pronounced truth. Darkness is the rule. The most ferocious beasts are beasts which It seems as though all that water were hate. The sewers of Paris in 1832 were far from being what they are to-day. shadow and modesty. undertone, in the women's workroom, that Fantine "wrote letters" and Faubourg Saint-Antoine, effected a junction with the procession, and a to her in a deliberate voice, like a serious man who does not wish to behind her husband, staring in terror at the stranger, with her bosom slang. The physicians of the Middle Ages who, for carrot, radish, and "Monsieur, Blondeau came to this fine name, and called: 'Laigle!' I 127_. Was this a revolution, in fact? to our terror which they have caused,--at sunrise Cosette, when she in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty that time. When Madeleine arrived in the neighborhood, Fauchelevent, an "Things." "I strolled into the village, and perceived that it was a town. All Ont arboré l' drapeau blanc?21 table in a corner of the wall. of his moral nature, but he felt himself giving way internally. For four thought she had heard and seen. She wanted to be reassured and to see "I have paid this rent for the last two hours, and I aspire to get rid improvisation of hatred taking advantage of feebleness and ugliness, "That is what I observed." knees torn, Thénardier had reached what children, in their figurative which stand open, and refuses to souls that are closed, he comes to which the courts had lacked at the time of his condemnation: God had