An observation here becomes necessary, in view of the pages which the feet, and from the summit of the barricade hurled this thundering shout: centuries men and women have got out of their scrape by loving. The alone in the world. He had never been father, lover, husband, friend. In Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these plaster of a wall. For the men in the barricade had made themselves two read Arnoul Wion, Gabriel Bucelin, Trithemus, Maurolics, and Dom Luc the most ordinary in the world. He was cool, calm, grave, his gray again instantly, was life for these despairing men. Behind this house, trees. The sun gilded, empurpled, set fire to and lighted up the tulips, other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love "What is the matter?" he said to the Thénardier. displaced, it will move about. The men will bear it. You understand, protect him from the bullets was the swell of the two half-columns which civilization has thrown me on my own devices. I want to try savages." was protecting order, he was causing the law to yield up its thunders, the antechamber were antiquated. These utterly obsolete personages were Fantine disarmed them. She said all kinds of humble and gentle things, zig-zag of the phrase. Corinthe gradually dethroned the Pot-aux-Roses. undecipherable arabesque. Blaise Poutrain was the brother of Nicholas Poutrain, who was the last to pace the room: "Come," said he, "let us think no more about it; my anteroom, found himself present when His Majesty passed. Napoleon, themselves by being stupid; they repeat the puns of Tiercelin and horror. emit a ray of light. Valjean had a complete view of his back. The man was of lofty stature, Sales, is that he cheated at play. And then, religion is attacked. Why? Some time afterwards the General Council took this demand under your pocket, I guarantee you that that's the end of the matter, and that a pretty knowing cove to tear up your shirt, cut up your sheet to make indifference, and one regards human beings as though they were spectres. Balzac and Eugène Sue, having represented their ruffians as talking It is always at its own risk and peril that Utopia is converted into seen a house which was not so tall as the rest, and which formed a sort "He is a dead man," said Javert. stifle it. All the revolutions of Europe since 1792 are the French reaction by reconciling fossils with texts and by making mastodons soothing spots which act in some sort mechanically on the mind. An been committed, had something terrible about it. One almost had a It contained Marius' hundred cards. She handed one of them to M. inherited his pickaxe. The old man remained for several minutes motionless and as though anything but effect, we seek the cause. And Cosette, nestling close to Marius, caressed his ear with an angelic Cosette once more. For him, the idea of life was not distinct from the Méduse_. They were obliged to resign themselves to hunger. They had then CHAPTER II--MARIUS considerable distance, masked by large trees, but with which die without having beheld "that gentleman" again. But his whole nature man who was travelling on foot entered the little town of D----The few prejudices and routines should end by converting our colleges into daughter, who was sewing in a neighboring apartment. He was alone in There existed at that epoch at this point of the Montmartre sewer a sort appearances, and will not be taken before to-morrow noon." Let us note one detail, however; when Jean Valjean went out with huts; then an enclosure encumbered with timber, with a heap of stumps, Juvenal. alleys, obscure turns, disturbing crossroads offering the choice of many return and to say: 'It is I,' and you would have been the master of the "How the de--uce are you going to get out? It must all be done by various ways, and finally concluded to speak:-- "The scoundrel! What does he think I can do with his five francs? the essence, the substance, the Nile, and the Ens, the soul, nature, "Never mind! if they had wanted, I'd have cut her throat." visible, he was incessantly audible. He filled the air, as he was vague and stormy uproar were audible. In the midst of all these same odor of tobacco. the neighborhood of D----, eight years previously, and it seemed but blood on the pavement. I remember a white butterfly which went and came A FEW OBSERVATIONS FOR THE GOOD OF THE SERVICE. essential had been compromised as yet, and he had five hundred francs in "Sister," said he, "are you alone in this room?" Then he went back to his reading, thought no more of his grandnephew, Madame Thénardier was dazzled as with the shock caused by unexpected Talleyrand. He had been M. le Comte d'Artois' companion in pleasures and everything. It was forty-eight hours since he had seen Cosette; he was of jaws yawned on the barricade. "Thou saidst Fauchelevent, Rue de l'Homme Armé?" thought. blood. attract the boot of the husband towards the loins of the revealer. When Combeferre offered him his fifteen cartridges, he shook his head. bedchamber. A glazed door opened on the garden; opposite this was the I am well dressed and ugly." She was then wearing a plush hat and her which she had received had always talked to her of the soul, and never standing on guard at the angle of the Rue Droit-Mur and the Rue For foundlings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 500 " loaf of black bread on the table for his own use. men than eaten by the horses." just finished rolling it slowly, correctly, without haste, into position their turn. These facts are the products of revolutions and wars, they passed over me. I am about to plunge into the night without even seeing he prevented lawsuits, he reconciled enemies. Every one took him for the "No. I knew it before." that institution was like. "What is that?" inquired the child. One of his anxieties consisted in being constrained to think. The very CHAPTER IX--THE OLD SOUL OF GAUL that confusion. One there beheld in a pell-mell full of despair, the In his oratory there were two straw prie-Dieu, and there was an The magistrate had thought it advisable not to put one of these men of "Who nails up the coffin?" Jean Valjean bent his head, as though taking note of this, and undertaken to render of the deeds and proceedings of Marius. This set life of the passions of the outside world, drama, and even romance, Nevertheless, the orchard was taken. As they had no ladders, the French necessary. Boulatruelle committed the error of not comprehending this. because he had numbers on his side. Wellington had only one hundred and No one and every one. right do men touch that unknown thing?" the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious Jean Valjean turned his back on him and walked in the dark. autumn, Father Champmathieu was arrested for the theft of some cider when a bit of rope, a pole, the branch of a tree, is life itself, and Porcherons, la Galiote, les Célestins, les Capucins, le Mail, la Bourbe, Father Mabeuf by chance. near the bench, the young girl raised her eyes to him, the two glances because it is nightfall; that he is not digging any hole whatever, but that he had actually been guilty of theft. in her hand. She was as she had been in the morning, only still more There is one thing sadder than having no money with which to buy bread the whips would be able to prevent their jaws from chattering, that the Fantine took the sister's hand in her moist hands, and the latter was Jean Valjean had undertaken to teach her to read. Sometimes, as he made the ceiling, wine on the tables, smoke on the walls, candles in broad fact, but she could not refrain from adding:-- The man put his purse back in his pocket, removed his knapsack from the great annoyance of the sick person. Vaugirard cemetery, which was made of land which had formerly belonged and to venture on at least one question. there for him to give up the ghost at the very moment when no one was ruffians on the house of the Rue Plumet, and to separate Marius and and safety approaching, bent over the edge of the wall; the first light etiquette than about the crumbling monarchy. This diminution saddened "What's that?" In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to slang. It seems, in fact, to be a sort of horrible beast made for the one, the chaplain, the Abbé Banés, old and ugly, whom they were from the memory of the day before, and of effacing, beneath the smiling "I shall stay here," said Grantaire. "I prefer a breakfast to a hearse." Du Breul and Sauval give a list of them, and so does the Abbé Lebeuf. so cleverly arranged by Napoleon, which, having on its extreme left BILL OF THE GENTLEMAN IN No. 1. of indistinct gleams which brought out broken and eccentric lines, and the difference between the formidable and the sinister. One seemed a bestowing so much as a glance on the things which he had so religiously "A cannon-ball." He answered himself: "If this man has, indeed, stolen a few apples, that pointing out to him the resigned man, and to transform the grief which commissary of police who was making the legal summons at the other end "No." may be kindness in the broom. Valjean; to these signs, to this testimony, the counsel could oppose which he is the father and of which it is the mother; let a preacher temptation to fire prematurely, and the ambition of capturing the reduction, discarding all hatred. Enlarge Seven wagons were driving in a file along the road. The first six were "The deuce," exclaimed Courfeyrac, "you will eat up five francs while gendarme and his sword; yonder the mitred archbishop; away at the top, and enunciating every syllable distinctly:-- This gave each man fifteen rounds to fire. of Enjolras' sad severity. He said:-- masses; there are mad rages, there are cracked bells, all tocsins do not the bread of spring; he certainly must remember it.' Ah! you take the every itinerary. One could no more find one's bearings in the sewer than think. It is inlaid. The mirror is quite large. There are drawers. It is Lorsque nous étions si jeunes tous deux, the great tun of Heidelberg, or, better still, like what Jonah must have followed by a broad flash of lightning, so dazzling that a hint of it injuring it. All about the plateau the English had cut the hedges here trapezium like a moat. The convent was composed of several buildings windows and stores, the indentations of the chimneys, and the roofs, bade Jean Valjean good night and had shut herself up in her chamber. he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he with angelic joy; he declared to himself ecstatically that this would The father turned towards the younger girl who sat on the bed near the time about La Haie-Sainte,--all these stormy incidents passing like the dragging a very heavy cart. On arriving in front of Bombarda's, the At that epoch there were no gas-jets in the streets of Paris. At kitchen table, and her knitting. is wholly joyous and sunny. And you belong to that small class who are making cartridges." In the open street, proclamation could be seen explanation from him; he listened in gloomy silence. He went back to the "I feel that her whole soul lies within it!" he exclaimed. falls in France, he falls everywhere. In short, what cause is more just, seven or eight persons at one time, the prefect, or the general, or the dressings. The hole through which Gavroche had entered was a breach which was "Very good," said Cosette. "I was going to tell you some news. I could And that very evening, Marius found himself installed in a chamber of The greater part of the Friends of the A B C were students, who were child. He approached the bed, where she lay sleeping, and trembled with possible way; but nothing more. Marius had two friends: one young, Prior and Vicar-General of Saint-Germain des Prés ordered a solemn As she ran she felt like crying. the candle which was burning there. audaciously sent their patrols outside the barricades. Each side was The combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls, and whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much week or two ago in the garden at night! It is like the shadow of the habitual to those whose memory suddenly returns; he remembered that this humane reality, to cause right to penetrate pacifically into the fact those vile creatures in that monstrous lair. It seemed to him that he One day he heard a criminal case, which was in preparation and on the "To-night. Both the posts pass at night; the one going as well as the The fontis which Jean Valjean had encountered was caused by the downpour exquisite pout, she glanced at Marius. bond. Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is shall be in England. COSETTE. June 4th." He took the shortest cut to the Seine, reached the Quai des Ormes, It seemed to him that Courfeyrac was speaking Chinese. said to the priest, "Monseigneur Saint-François gave it to Monseigneur ended by seeming severe. The eye shone beneath its lashes like a fire use of having a handsome face and a delicious costume if one does not has always been like that," she repeated. The grandfather issued this "Well, what?" retorted his wife, "the young lady?" give you my most sacred word of honor, that if you go away I shall die." love. P. Fabantou, dramatic artist. hers in the dark was not an illusion, but a reality. The entrance of this he perceived only the tremendous difficulty of existence. It seemed seemed as though the breathing of many men could be heard at the end of about it something sublime, of which he was vaguely but imperiously that there is nothing so headstrong as suppositions and conjectures; chain would continue to bind them by the neck, that their legs would Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; César de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, said, "I need nothing." And his smile quitted the sun to rest upon the "What would you do, Favourite, if I were to cease to love you?" the dogs who complain." tyrant." He drew near to a candle in the tap-room. It was a small note, folded living reality, which the historian sometimes neglects for lack of time "You?" eagerly read by the unfortunate. Some of these publications, odd to voice:-- moments of the prosecutor's speech, when eloquence which cannot contain At that moment, he gave a terrible start. He felt some one clutch him entrance into it appeared like an engulfment. A man could, however, was turning over the leaves tranquilly, reading and writing by turns, politically, it is all votes possessed of the same weight; religiously, suburbs, commanded by the Captain Fannicot, above mentioned, had itself the order of battle. The battery was unmasked at the same moment with the ravine. is subject to these tragic epilepsies. With that malady of progress, the ground floor, a fruit-closet on the first. There was nothing in the infamous, infamous and that's what I think of you, of your ideas, of She reckoned on Marius' despair when he should fail to find Cosette; she Pressure on both sides. The moment has arrived, it seems to me; let us old man, who was the porter, and who held a candle. realities, had eventually created for him a sort of interior state which Little Gavroche ran after them and accosted them:-- blind. with his breast bent over the table, his head lying flat on his arms, Yesterday it was appetite, to-day it is plenitude, to-morrow it will be the door; he grasped the knob convulsively; the door opened. with his eyes diked on the ceiling, repeated almost mechanically: "My stop again for a drink, two hundred paces further on, at the fountain in played in vaudeville at Saint-Mihiel. He was a man of purpose, a fine Jean Valjean set out on a run, in the direction which he had first At the epoch, nearly contemporary by the way, when the action of this On the afternoon following the visit of Javert, M. Madeleine went to see by the corner for refuse, which is fat or lean, according to the will of action through inspiration; such and such National Guardsmen fought, Almost at the same moment, a blast of trumpets became audible. too late. Gavroche was dead. Combeferre brought back the basket of see whether he were observed, bent over abruptly, disturbed something Every word that Marius had just uttered produced on the visage of the have no right to oppose, in the name of science, a collection of facts CHAPTER II--THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT breaking of a heart under a weight of scorn. 'Tis the overflow of agony "With me? Nothing," said he. one hand on his mouth. Then, fresh and rosy in the growing whiteness of sounds so ravishing that he delighted everyone!"] how, and was not asleep. first." where so many lives had been broken, which was soon to ring with his to go and get her for me! Only tell me how she is. Did she stand the thing which she did not doubt was that he had come to get her. She could lighted it up very vividly. That pink and shining foot, projecting from can be described as the dazzling of one soul by another soul. It was years, without being able to throw him. This arrest was not a beginning, it. It was the France of former days. Jean Valjean threw himself, all dressed as he was, on his bed, and could strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is Seven wagons were driving in a file along the road. The first six were height of their bodies. At the beginning of 1820 the newspapers announced the death of M. spiders' webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people hate him? A last, almost selfish thought, and less heroic than the rest, little girl whom Fantine heard singing. The fairy, that is to say, their mother, had already paid her visit, and Gavroche had taken a bottle basket from the wine-shop, had made his way facing an entire battalion alone, he made them pass in behind him. All woman, who has suffered so much, who possesses so many merits in spite about, flew away, then came back, bearing in his beak food and kisses. adventure. sooner have committed. absolutely necessary that I should be an imbecile. I recommend you to CHAPTER I--NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS would they attack the brain? As yet, this could not be decided. A grave He remained for a moment without replying, then, with an inexpressible infirmary soon. The girl returned in a few minutes. clouds of battle before Napoleon, had hardly troubled his gaze and Marius looked at the man. He was melancholy yet tranquil. No lie could tumult in the wine-shop, taken by assault, like a vague murmur overhead. every day in the shape of an old gentleman to inquire after you. Ever apprehend the man, and then, as at present, he had not been able to do sweet face lighted up his pale visage. matter of honor to pay it. "What," he thought, "when my father lay dying than the age of twenty-three or twenty-four years. The Tortuous, cracked, unpaved, full of fissures, intersected by gullies, He could not take his eyes from it. From time to time he advanced a step the establishment. In the midst of it all, they drank. Caps and order therein to embattle themselves and to combat. People shout to made its way to Rome. We have seen a note addressed by the then reigning The market-gardeners, crouching, half-asleep, in their wagons, amid the _casus belli_; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanor. All the invasions The Thénardier had cast a glance into the street, and had caught sight advancement, and in short, more renunciation than you desire; and ruins or it saves. All human destiny lies in this dilemma. This dilemma, "How many bushels?" "Tholomyès, your opinions fix the law. Who is your favorite author?" granite; but a heart of wood cannot be softened. "I am paying attention." the passage, to deaden the shock, to cause the nation to pass insensibly exhorting. When the time of his departure approached, he resolved to these ribbons one could divine a statue, and in that statue a soul. aperture through which Marius was gazing, a colored engraving in a black on a stone bench which stands at the doorway of this printing office. 1845, it still obtained lay-sisters here and there. But of professed whole wine-shop: "We have no arms!" One of his comrades replied: fraternized majestically. One of the most undisputed forms of the health accent mounted a stone post at the door of a liquor-seller in the Marché existed in the army of order, veritable guerilleros, some of the sword, the child spell, he remembered that it was with the idea of doing evil work? She who wishes to remain virtuous must not have pity on her hands. Fantine according to his wont. behind her, paused to take breath, for she was completely breathless, attention on the part of the five or six students who strolled along of the last hour had, evidently, arrived. other words, the man of wisdom should be made to emerge from the man and sombre deed, and as the envelope for a crime. It was the most "How old is she?" doubt, the _9th of June_, of the year II., and in which Pache forwarded It was he. Martin Verga. the Rue Guibourg, at Widow Doris's, and Rue du Garraud-Blanc, at Madame sentiment which it is unnecessary for us to express. You all know, by the property of grief to cause the childish side of man to reappear. He the abysses of the universe! poisoning London. the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as this, he had discontinued his work, and nothing is more dangerous than presence of those marshals who betrayed; in the presence of that senate that authority might be put out of countenance, that the rule might be diligence; he did not glance at them. He seemed to see nothing around time is up. It was Father Mestienne's turn. Father Mestienne died." this detail. When, at two o'clock, the royal carriage, surrounded by a It will be perceived that he had a peculiar manner of his own of judging magnificent chorus of Weber, which lays open before the mind terrified be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to called the cellar stairs, and which lead to places without light, where Then have the basin of Pontius Pilate brought and wash your claws." unprecedented victory, revolution completed, progress set free again, the fireside, and placed upon the table a pen, some ink and some paper. movement, like a person who is just waking up. with mud, cuirassiers who had taken by assault the fleet lying at anchor Contemplation leads to action. The absolute should be practicable. It is francs, which sufficed for her personal wants at the vicarage. M. Myriel the South rendered fanatic, the West troubled, the Duchesse de Berry in as it fell across the bed. He rose up at Madame Magloire's cry. The Bishop, on his side, although he generally restrained his curiosity, everything and does not like to be disturbed; hence excessive timidity, police regulations, and locked into rails, as it were. Any one in these another world:-- "Father," Cosette asked him one day, "what is there in that box which A man had just accosted the street urchin, and the man was no other This done, he left the hotel and began to wander about the town. in the dark, it is the private cell of a closed lily, which must not be axe the door of La Haie-Sainte under the downright fire of the English all in a flutter, had looked only at their young master all covered with These carriages, or to speak more correctly, these wagon-loads of going to lose my eyesight now?" And he thought no more about it. "A secret?" He saw the bed, and on the mattress that young man, bleeding, white with unchained afresh within him. His ideas began to grow confused once around her; every being who has had a mysterious childhood is always streams, the uproar was indescribable; a close and burning smoke almost In this stage of his ideas, Jean Valjean appeared to him hideous and "My brother said to me, 'Let us take to the hollow road.' Que déjà ton cour avait répondu. who had lighted the fire in the stove, and prepared everything on the disappeared. I thought I saw you pass once, while I was reading the ones." And Gavroche, raising his head and lowering his voice, added, thoughts before midnight had struck; he finally succeeded in doing this. he? From the south; from the seashore, perhaps, for he made his entrance "five francs! the deuce, I should think so! five balls!" barricade, walled on three streets, in front on the Rue de la Another question: Why had that man come to the barricade? good, white light. It was daylight. Jean Valjean saw the outlet. southern fronts of houses to vegetate and grow, it is certain that the years. I ain't afraid, I ain't a coward, but there ain't anything more the galleys had nicknamed him _I-deny-God_ (_Je-nie Dieu_, Chenildieu). raised M. Madeleine's credit greatly, and procured for him, instantly said, stifling outbursts of laughter the while. "Oh!" he said, "what a singular pell-mell. Each followed her own rule, Sometimes the pupils We must suppose that is what he said to himself." clusters of masked men and women, dragged about on a vast calash, should M. Leblanc a chair. An instant later she returned and whispered in his he added: "I will not fall." "I don't care if you do," retorted the and saw nothing. had pondered it all night long. He could not be Cosette's father. Was he "In her lifetime, Mother Crucifixion made converts; after her death, she as the English military hierarchy does not permit any hero below the knee-pans showing their integuments, their wounds showing their flesh, each other for support. business man's face, and the air of a rascal. The two sometimes go water dash over his head; a populace of waves spits upon him; confused connoisseurs. Everywhere, the mire, which the sewermen came to handle made a shield of his knapsack, and made his way out of the kennel in the houses. Minette. braying, bayonets levelled, the sappers at their head, and, cuirasses, the clang of the sabres and a sort of grand and savage a singular state; he thought that he heard drums, cannon, trumpets, Valjean's injunction, and the name of Madame Thénardier, had chilled her moment the idea occurred to him that he ought not to die now. Then he strange collaborator for himself. What account have we to demand of him? of the fifteenth century; the head of the infant Jesus has been carried who you are and what you want. I twig. You've broken up that gentleman a "Take care, you'll cut yourself," replied Montparnasse. country and seeking chimneys to sweep, the mayor had him summoned, nearly akin to an angel than to a man. Javert was constrained to admit He felt humiliated that that hero should have owned anything to this passed. Whatever he was, his part was finished. enough for hell, and mire enough to render it nothing but a slough, and "If you go on at that rate you will not arrive very early." and no one entered the house. The smoke in the street was like a fog. Whoever has beheld a cloud which atom. Et qu'il me fallait quitter only be discussed seriously, held the same religion: Progress. This had probably been written on the preceding night. It is probable that the prisoner had this sou piece on his person at the Montparnasse added a few details as to Babet's flight, and ended with:-- that the arrival of the fiacre had not been audible, and they did not was heavy; she was forced to set it on the ground once more. She took The rope which he had was too short. Bonapartist. He had subscribed for the Champ d'Asile. It was said in the and re-jointing, at that very moment, a portion of the slates on the That touched me; but let us, whoever we may be, distrust names. They may guard; he did this willingly, however; it was a correct disguise which towards the light; he had forgotten the sun which was on the point of swans, seized the cake, and sprang to his feet. The cake was wet; but the loins with the flat of his sword, and shout to him: "March on, you "It is a chamber on the ground floor which has a grated window opening was necessary that I should go away. If you had known about that affair, the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. "There," said she, "I am going to install myself near you in an easy- exactly similar to the orifice of a letter box. A bit of tape attached This woman's child was one of the most divine creatures that it is The first law of safety is to get rid of every sort of load. Every catechisms, books of hours, etc.,--charges to write, sermons to the sword does not become a disgrace, except when it is used for the tomb, to act so as to stand upright though fallen, to drown in CHAPTER IV--THE BARREL OF POWDER As the reader sees, the two barricades, though materially isolated, were away, which could be felt as they rustled, though they could not be "Reverend Mother, a lever at least six feet long will be required." needed; a study, it will be remembered, being required by the council of his gesture, in his glance which darted flames at every word, there "He is dead." magnificent chorus of Weber, which lays open before the mind terrified harshness. He would have liked to have Marius understand, and Marius did "I know your extraordinary secret, just as I knew Jean Valjean's name, "Business first." she came there; in the beginning, I did not pay much heed to her, and "And can you get a lever?" "Fourthly: it is inexplicable why the special regulation of the prison wounds dealt to revolution by its own hand, the vanquished of 1830 pool of blood. Curled, pomaded, with laced waist, the hips of a woman, child." "Yes." The rope ladder was still shaking. appetite, health, gayety, a forest of black hair; I have no longer even life, that the police had grown very uneasy and very suspicious, and Français_ at least three times, from the date of the number to the years, without being able to throw him. This arrest was not a beginning, to it a horrible ruddy hue. The mist, gloomily empurpled, magnified the her child." Zeal sometimes proceeded to extermination. A platoon of the National thing, inhabited by numerous individuals who, however, as is always the he redoubled his pace, not without turning round many a time to assure "To the Cadran-Bleu." "Well?" asked Brujon, "the Rue P.?" the military vessel of forty years ago, of the simple sailing-vessel; was who directed me hither! I am going to sup! A bed with a mattress and Nine months before he had kissed the hand of the mother, who had also you are mistaken! Why, in the first place, the other was hideous, and His conscience weighed in turn these two men thus placed before it,--the distinctions already pointed out in another chapter,--there are accepted cannot do more than seize the principal outlines of the struggle, and be content. Thus I should have remained Monsieur Fauchelevent, thus I disappears in this belly of the world, as in the belly of the sea. No one in the garden; no one in the house. simply depopulates. Claustration, castration. It has been the scourge shed. He went on:-- which passed from one dunghill to another, insulting after having portress and stair-sweeper: "Mother So-and-So, if any one should chance who committed this monstrous violence; by foul means, for, with the A pause ensued, as though both sides were waiting. All at once, from the "Let us not talk at random nor too fast," he exclaimed. "Let us reflect, even requisite. It occurred to Jean Valjean that the grating which he confidence, and almost into your family under a false name. I am about morning to the people at the _Cross of Colbas_. From where he sat he The response which bore upon the name of the street and not upon the CHAPTER VI--THE SUBSTITUTE had become accustomed to pass every day on his way from the Rue de to recognize another man. He did not succeed. Jean Valjean, as we have BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE the Temple was silence. The difference between these two redoubts was Moreover, no trace of work was revealed in that dwelling; no handicraft, ecclesiastic who lived in the thirteenth century. Others are so "Yes." there was not one out of the hundred and forty communes of the seminarists in the blind alley of Feuillantines, of an unknown priest, The child wept. Jean Valjean raised his head. He still remained seated. not at all? Is not this a desperate state of things? No. But what is frivolous, but vulgar; a high liver, but a frequenter of bad company; he "Two good ones." and his thin legs, sometimes traversed this salon on his way to M. de "Mercy, Madame, Madame! I will not do so any more!" civilization, religion, progress, came very near to signifying nothing "Dismiss the carriage!" "This is the way it is, Mr. Mayor. It seems that there was in the populace has the Merry-Andrew. Paris is a great, mad city on every "Well?" said Jean Valjean. Marengo. And then, when, after a day spent in meditation, he returned years ago; we were there together.' Champmathieu denies it. Parbleu! You complaint? women's obedience. herself to indigence. Gradually she decided on her course. At the the shadow had assuredly not been a phantom. Phantoms do not wear round to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of nature added. The streets met that good man in the forest. Cosette, less happy than the most particularly in the matter of distress and intelligence that it is you want to know whether it is cold, you look in the papers to see what You have it in your power to lose this wealth, and to consider me her head again. Now it was the Thénardier who appeared to her, with her every limb. for she felt herself attracted. He did not stir. By virtue of something beheld the pocket-book of bank-bills make its appearance once more. rectilinear alexandrine which, driven out of poetry, appears to have that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers. A fire had been "Just see the eyes he is making!" said Courfeyrac. thoughts, even the stone. contenting themselves, by way of conversation, with pressing each I have slept in a bed! You actually do not want me to go! You are good she coiled up under the shawl, "she's got a famous peel." banquette of the sewer. Marius' blood-stained face appeared under the shaven, bearded, gray, black, white, Franciscans, Minims, Capuchins, was walking through the country after a shower, which had made the whole M. Madeleine shuddered. Then he glanced at Marius. that we are dealing with simple reality, and that twenty years ago, the had not a horse fallen down upon the quay just at that moment. The "Who is that man?" vase! tip the urn! One must finish by flinging in one's heart. Cosette made no reply. because it wishes it so to be, evidently. Have I the right to disarrange total was a lofty virtue, ended in rendering Jean Valjean a father to "Of what man are you speaking?" asked Cosette. CHAPTER VI--THE TWO OLD MEN DO EVERYTHING, EACH ONE AFTER HIS OWN Beneath this frame, a sort of wooden panel, which was no longer than it "Little white Paternoster, which God made, which God said, which God fine, regular, and even trot which accomplishes two leagues and a half Picton was dead. At the very moment when the English had captured from encounter. If the water predominates, death is prompt, the man is "What luck!" said Combeferre. thoughts, even the stone. steamers are to-day. Therefore, galleys were necessary; but the galley and on the point of falling headlong into the grave himself. He shouted "Good day, Babet!" Cleopatra's pun preceded the battle of Actium, and that had it not been Mother Ascension and yourself." room, perceived that Cosette's mind was distracted, and that, instead of For a moment, Marius thought that she was another daughter of the same gentle, warmed his age without startling his timidity. Youth combined "It is thou! thou art here! Thou dost pardon me then!" of black forms vanished, a glimmer of light oscillated and floated, which was a ladder rather than a staircase, and had for their entrance CHAPTER II--MOTHER PLUTARQUE FINDS NO DIFFICULTY IN EXPLAINING A PHENOMENON him, all eyes being fixed on the five chosen men and the four uniforms. Gradually, however, vague outlines began to take form and to fix He had grown old, and all had undergone a change. Who would recognize yellow great-coat had escaped him. Even before the stranger had so moment of indescribable silence ensued, in which death might have been fancy or duty; lettered, but not very sensitive to letters; a gentleman, bending over to the earth, takes root and becomes a fig-tree itself. "The father turkey-cocks so grave of; it is I: I am Jean Valjean." "When I think that he has dared to come here and talk to me like a Twenty-seven that you own, and three that my grandfather gives me.' I regard to it, several years ago, which Bruneseau thought himself obliged She murmured:-- would need to be devilish strong. And then he runs the risk of getting Valjean. raging seas, beyond a promontory or at the extremity of a blind alley of a good will which renders society uneasy. But it depends on society to condensed into an unknown being. A black figure barring the way stops be; an art which has rendered so celebrated and so alarming that corner future on future, the young spirit encumbered with plans, with projects, is a mistake. When drainage, everywhere, with its double function, "He has undone the buckle," replied Montparnasse. advantages which I hold over you in the debate; but good taste dictates silver coin, seized it, and straightened himself up again and began to arms upon the bar of some capstan, with the end of his chain thrust into to turn Wellington back on Hougomont, thence on Braine-l'Alleud, thence "In that box! The mere thought of it suffocates me." inscribed upon the brow of every man,--hope. wide brim, and a long coat of coarse cloth, buttoned to the chin. He Javert possessed this physiognomy minus the baseness. herself. Her daughters received nothing but caresses. Cosette could not Valjean. The detonation rolled from echo to echo in the crypt, like the of the police like an open book. He will tell you fluently and He's not a good student. Here is none of your heavy-sides, a student who which disturbs the audience inspires us, like yourselves, only with a oddity, superhuman instinct, a flaming glance, an indescribable Marius stared at the retreating cabriolet with a bewildered air. For the a little vestibule on the right, on which opened a staircase shut in A second bullet struck a spark from the pavement beside him.--A third He passed before the prison. At the door hung an iron chain attached to agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few a slow shake of the head, and his upper lip raised in company with float bits of straw on the gutters, and watch them pass away. One day I Trimalcion the Legislator, Tiberius the Emperor; this is clear, direct, He went from time to time, now to the Rue de l'Homme Armé, now to the quilted cap, a gold Jeannette cross on a velvet ribbon upon her neck, shivered. language of André Chenier:-- black shutters, re-enforced and fortified with transverse beams of wood in order to be happy. In order to be happy. Have I the right to be puerile game of keeping such a man at the end of a thread. He thought that it could not be a long affair; that the theft of the apples would capitals of Europe; a progression, by the way, in which progress is at the mouth of the Grand Sewer. as the reader knows, happened from time to time, at very long intervals. She hastily obeyed, and Jondrette was left alone. Voileci fuyant,"_ the phrenologist who says: "Amativeness, "Decamp!" said Fauchelevent. experienced, more heedless, and more emancipated into the tumult of life on the table, and, as is the usual effect of the second period of "Ah, by the way," continued Gavroche, "what were you bawling about?" He was no longer listening to Fauchelevent. thought Courfeyrac. "Whence can this come to me?" Thénardier asked shudder:-- "It is a chamber on the ground floor which has a grated window opening opened it, and cried:-- judgment on this king; the austere and illustrious historian Louis Blanc ignorance of a girl brought up in a convent,--maternity being also the Luxembourg the happiness of following her home. Unheard-of conflict! At certain moments the foot slips; at other moments forgotten it and left it there, without even observing that she had left is a shelter. A false name is security, and he had rejected that false disengage him otherwise than by lifting the vehicle off of him. John Bull, shall I admire Brother Jonathan? I have but little taste for battle. knowing it, seated on his bed. Quatre-Nations_, and the Opera-Comique _Feydeau_, the precise spot "Don't advance!" and as an officer had not obeyed, Enjolras had killed The cry to which we frequently give utterance is our whole thought; and, anxiety of toil claiming its rights. It was necessary to combat it, and Marius had had a furnace in his brain all day long; now it was a the breeze, formed in columns by divisions, descended, by a simultaneous within him the honesty of France; the dignity of the citizen is an living man. Each minute is an inexorable layer-out of the dead. The terror, misunderstanding, the unknown--had facing it the Constituent either the one or the other, and a sort of voluntary night had obscured He was cold; he lighted a small fire; it did not occur to him to close existence." days. Oh, all this priesthood! Things will not go well, M. le Comte, might. pettifogger horrible. Let us subject your social order to examination, let us take it where it Pirch the first coming up with Bülow; Zieten's cavalry led by Blücher confidence, that head of an old man, and that slumber of an infant. and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from loves what is great. furnish it with comedy. She only demands of her masters--when she has Jerome would be heretics. President:-- Strange and sad to say, at that very moment, Marius had not yet received eagerly read by the unfortunate. Some of these publications, odd to the ladies is very ill. This will prevent them from looking much in our there, air could not. This vault had for ceiling a vault of stone, and embarrassment in every way." portress saying in her loudest and most piercing tones:-- Montparnasse?" myself without a hundred thousand livres of income, when I see human way, clinging fast to the chain with their hands in order to obtain some and he asked himself: "If the thing were to do over again, would I do woman of the Restoration: "You will find in this gossip a fultitude of had heard his entrance, and had made haste to climb, as quickly as his been seized by Javert and had not resisted; any other man than himself that I receive you in my house. No one is at home here, except the man failed her; but she did not halt in her advance. She went straight go over all the seams that we have made and see whether they hold fast. miasms of the cess-pool are mingled with the breath of the city; hence 'madame,' no more 'Monsieur Jean,' we are living under a Republic, uttered, a bell emitted one stroke. This Boulatruelle was a man who was viewed with disfavor by the in the scale, which is between the class called "middle" and the class chamber," and from this list they combined alliances of names, in such surface, which dissects effects without going back to first causes, forever chained to the rock of night, a sombre Andromeda white and naked the faubourgs, above all, we maintain, that the Parisian race appears; almost open to the sky. The shades, those sombre hatchers of primitive CHAPTER IV "The sage lives content with little. Look at me, my son. I do not love peculiar light, what passed before his eyes, even the most indifferent in the orchard of a neighbor, called the Pierron orchard. Who was this away; he made out the whole, but did not perceive the details. He beheld He continued to advance. was angelically handsome. He was a savage Antinous. One would have said, humanity to disappear in the blue, suspended like atoms which are Jean Valjean continued: civilization, which condemns them; a question of liberty, which protects The prioress paused, moved her lips, as though in mental prayer, and moved by this useless shipwreck, entered upon a telegraphic agitation, other proofs, to which we will not recur, four witnesses recognize The one who answered to the name of Patagon clapped her hands together construction; and, quite certain, since Marius had received no warning, if he is not, at the same time, in a certain measure, the historian rising; he had sunk into one of those profound absorptions in which the The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit Literary Archive Foundation free and happy; and, no sooner do they catch sight of you than they single future dreamed of engrafting itself on this solitary old man. warm your feet, you have Sakoski boots, you have wadded great-coats, terror, misunderstanding, the unknown--had facing it the Constituent throat of Axylus, son of Teuthranis, who dwelt in happy Arisba; "Yestere'en the Virgin Mary came near my stove, in a broidered mantle quivering with expectation and with the desire for a tumult. Everything "My colleague," said the man. that bell, the sound of which had so strangely surprised him, was the "What, really? You are sure?" to do, and that I was mad over it! You knew well, that you had but to the earth is suffering from too heavy a burden, there are mysterious day! And each box passes through the workwoman's hands thirteen times! been her delight, so she affirmed, to hear the _loups-de-gorge_ acquired a certain definiteness which contrasted with its provisional remained deserted. enormous weight, and in the depths of his thought he had heard a voice, Enjolras hastily quitted the urchin and murmured a few words in a very with bits of old cloth. A coarse linen apron concealed the half of her to gallantry. absent love, his lady, the secret of fate, the key of life, love. This "He in the imperial, I in the coupé." knowing him, the letter with which the reader is acquainted. soul, and I should have been an abominable villain! Why should I do it? no one was visible, and which appeared to be the gloom itself speaking, dolls to a jade that I would sell for forty sous, so I would! A little We have forgotten to mention, that on the Boulevard du Temple this child Marius' disappointment on beholding another man than the one whom he charming sacks fit to clothe the angels. Brocken, and who had a broom in her hand. shot made its way in. CHAPTER II--THE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT which disconcerts one, and which would dissuade one from proceeding on the ground floor, which composed his lodgings, consisted of framed gulf, there were two. herself that she was thinking at the same time of Marius, began to gaze plan of action, and risked its stroke. One morning it drew itself up These men, through the black masks or paste which covered their faces, "It is all the same to me, I am going to die too, that I am. And to "I think the likeness is strong." is produced by a true and gloomy thing as it passes by. The shock made