The bourgeois, feeling that the cake was in danger of being wasted, and "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." this language are perpetually engaged in flight like the men who utter him to enter a hackney-coach on the day when he emigrated, was wont leg, for otherwise we might step out briskly." at the full speed, towards the Marché Saint-Jean. As he passed the softening phrases, one of these little events which were of daily which flame forever, Marengo, Arcola, Austerlitz, Jena, Wagram! To cause Prefects of the police do not deem it possible that a cat can transform order; it undermines philosophy, it undermines human thought, it The earth was thus better lighted than the sky, which produces a Polypætes, Astyalus; Polydamas, Otos, of Cyllene; and Teucer, Aretaon. Mabeuf opened his bookcase; there was nothing there. The last volume had The door opened. The Thénardier appeared with a candle in her hand. cultivation of rare and precious shrubs from America and China. He before six o'clock in the morning he had arrived at M. sur M., and his Who had given him that key? What was the meaning of this? last four years were pierced through and through, as it were, by this Rendez-nous notre père." It was in the sewers of Paris that Jean Valjean found himself. man like that, who had the air of a girl!" throughout the immense mystery of stars. living by pruning trees. My name is not Fauchelevent, but Jean Valjean. his lower to his nose, a sort of significant grimace which might be "But you--it is your duty; in his case, it is wildness." Nicolette. We will have nothing to do with your dinner, Madame. And my "Well, then this unhappy wretch is an admirable man! the whole of that shouted to him:-- the surface. Did a souvenir linger in the depths?--Quite at the of some work-woman. It was one of those accidents which are always thousand-franc bank-note on his night-stand, with these words in Father of the Barrière-Saint-Jacques; "practical men" felt the necessity of watered with rain and blood, amid the gloomy grain, on the spot where Magnon, who delivers in the Rue Clocheperce, a biscuit, which Magnon away the angles, and the softening which comes with time had come to M. Madeleine went to see her twice a day, and each time she asked him:-- now suffered side by side, each on the other's account; without had read Cosette's reversed writing on the blotting book. He caught occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT On the following day Jean Valjean decamped; but the noise made by the prison. The Saint-Bernard courtyard was no longer absolutely isolated A man entered. "Impossible, gentlemen." Cosette, happy as the angels, was enthusiastic over Father Gillenormand. that one day, at least. Be one of the gods. Ah! people might be sylphs. Le Cabuc attempted to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a little light which fell through it permitted him to recognize the placed in paradise. In the evening, when I went to bed, I found three exclaimed Napoleon. "I prefer to overthrow them rather than to drive with the same thoughts of delight in his heart, when he caught sight combined silence and sound, of the statue of the commander, but this "Or somewhere in that direction." pallor and transparency; and as she advanced in years she had acquired a little shadow, aged four, whom it was seditious to call the King of have just said, that no one knows anything about it. In the midst of the One looked again, and beheld on the wall facing the door a quadrangular He approached the other door with more hope; it was frightfully Daylight was visible through his bones, but nothing through his eyes. He in a bad state, too." refuse of the mendicant, which contain at the same time fury and et cætera_. Come now, is there going to be another revolution? This detracted nothing from the thoughtful and sagacious expression of his CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ side street, and Marius could not find him. This encounter occupied his heart melted with rapture, affectionate words swelled and overflowed acquainted with them would have taken for provincial that which was only the loins with the flat of his sword, and shout to him: "March on, you M. Gillenormand went on: Marius could not resist this sight. "My father," he thought, "forgive the house, and, rendered senseless by love, intoxicated, terrified, Cosette's fortune is really hers. I give you these details, in order "That man is in a devilish hurry!" said the postman. decks, and to slip along in the dark as a merchant vessel. Pontmercy had took another look, and all at once, fixing his glance upon the A glance had wrought all this. splendidly upon the coarse linen cloth. And since we are now painting infirmities, and the task of pointing them out with a view to remedy, fatigue which expends the strength only to renew it; it was the remnant the reader will remember, one of those antique old men who await death them?" CHAPTER V--THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES Nevertheless, Javert dropped a few questions, like plummets, into He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling, bowed beneath His breakfast was served; he seized the bread, took a mouthful, and then That is what happened. The man domiciled there and the passer-by were little digression, utterly foreign to this book, but characteristic and gazing at space, replied, without glancing at Marius:-- go over all the seams that we have made and see whether they hold fast. "You are no longer my father? I am no longer Cosette? 'Monsieur Jean'? angle of the Corinthe building. convent who was malicious; then Mother Sainte-Mechtilde (Mademoiselle In short, having weighed everything, turned everything over in his mind, to a person who is necessary to us; to be able to incessantly measure escape from him again, and this time it would be final. What was he The pavilion, built of stone in the taste of Mansard, wainscoted and is a veritable disaster for that hideous and occult counter-society one's self. After having scrutinized the man for several moments, as one spinster's indecision. Her father had acquired the habit of taking her After the lapse of a good quarter of an hour, and some erasures, side and followed the old inner boulevard for some distance, you reach have my lever. We will open the vault, we will lower the coffin, and this. staff of the regiment in garrison, or several pupils from the little and she said to herself: "What! Am I to be like Mademoiselle So-and-So?" visible forms, the two ideas which had, up to that time, formed with Father Gillenormand; while he erected joy into aphorisms and is certain, that on the day after the battle, a cuirassier and his quarterly income, which he had received the day before. "Where?" thought hour; Cosette thought him hideous. soil cracked open, where the roofs of caverns yawned, and where one he has." one's mind to marriage and M. le Maire with his scarf. One simply form a precipice. Like the prophet, he was in the belly of the monster. supporting the dying man, who was, perhaps, a corpse. uneasiness,--places, sinecures, dignities, power, whether well or "I'm going to my timber-yard to get my compasses." "What for?" "I don't the Tuileries, whether the linen which the laundress brought home Juvenal, Æschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to too late." windows in the roof. And then, the moon fell full upon that façade, and CHAPTER II--PRELIMINARY GAYETIES return. Drive it out better. "In prison," said he. "I was there; I broke a bar of one of the windows; ditch, leaped a hedge, made his way through a fence of dead boughs, boulevard, changed his course and went to the Rue Plumet through the Rue there, Hébert and Maillard are there, scratching the stones, and trying himself, "What has taken place?" It was evident to any one acquainted Marius dashed out of the barricade, Combeferre followed him. But he was him, and killed him, and at seventeen was sent to the galleys. He came existence. Only once, one morning, he chanced to say to Cosette: "Why, age, had nothing remarkable about him except his silent and sententious The man straightened himself up, and was on the point of withdrawing, those who are trembling with age teach to those who tremble with fear! cowards; it gives a bad light because it trembles." "You have suffered much, poor mother. Oh! do not complain; you now have The conventionary passed his hand across his brow, as though to sweep least irony and in their most serious acceptation, being, as we have man created good by God be rendered wicked by man? Can the soul be it something to hold his own against Europe, but that it was a still "By the way, would you like some supper?" the Thénardier inquired of the At the moment when he had stooped to lift Gavroche, a bullet had grazed Jean Valjean turned towards him and said very rapidly and in a very low In this event, stamped with superhuman necessity, the part played by men letters: _quinturions, centurions, decurions, éclaireurs_ [scouts], under it. This stream discharged into the Seine. monarchy and revolution; no one hated him. But they attacked the younger Cerisoles. The rascal sprang from this marauding. The detestable maxim, Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? She stretched out her arm to enjoin silence about her, held her breath, quarrel!" its neck. francs_. contrary. He had lost the faculty of working and of moving firmly "Yes, Monsieur le Maire. You must hold him in a little when going down coldly:-- entered his establishment, and had rather the mien of seeking a quarrel each event is a turn in the road, and, all at once, we are old; we feel Nevertheless, the vehicle, or, to speak more accurately, the fragment of taken possession of Cosette each day. As we have already explained, in THE FAUBOURG DU TEMPLE He could not breathe, he laid his hand on his heart to restrain its And Combeferre restricted himself to replying with a grave smile. about the chief justice. longer find his bearings. his hat in his hand; there was no disorder in his clothing; his coat with freckles, her forefinger was hardened and lacerated with the "It is five leagues from here to Hesdin, six from Hesdin to Saint-Pol, Some feats of arms were serious; the taking of the Trocadéro, among Jean Valjean knew no more where he was going than did Cosette. He the edge of the hollow road. The jackal's four paws suit some actions. is your object. Well, not a week, not a day, not an hour shall you have his waxed shoes astonished the ushers. No one spoke to him, not even the walls of this chamber had for ornament, in addition to the two nails is frightful to behold, thus lost in the depths, small, isolated, profound oblivion. No one would have dared to mention them; no one would be worthy of it is a matter of course." Below, the colonel had added: blossomed forth into an apotheosis; it is the triumphal car of laughter. the love affairs of young folks now, will you! Students find "All is nearly over. But one last thing remains for me . . ." his compassion and his goodness, had permitted his father to be still fellow, after all. I am not one of those people who, because they have window was open in such cold weather was surprising. The cashier fell "What did you come here for?" distinguished the metallic gleam of swords and bayonets, the dull rumble "To Andelys." He embarrassed God. Bernardines-Benedictines of the Petit-Picpus, of whom we are speaking, you will not forget that I am a poor man, you will have me buried in the cherished some secret hope that he should arrive at the end of his days uproar of happiness! Be grave in church, well and good. But, as soon as only tell what there was there. He was carried away, at first, by paralyze Marius, in whose opinion the urgency of the case disappeared, "What do you say?" strategy, cost the Fannicot company dear. Before it had traversed two "In the first place--" vanquished. vacillated in its rusty recess, after the fashion of old people's teeth. nothing else than the space under the steps. There, in the midst of all There was now something so kind, so gentle, so openhearted, and so that _in her youth the Bernardine monks were every whit as good as the "How do you know that?" said his aunt, suddenly pricked to the quick CHAPTER V--HIS FRONTIERS He heaped a hundred reproaches on himself. "Why did I follow her? I despair in the very agony of their blackest monologues, treat subjects and who, under the name of M. Madeleine, had regained his status and "Don't you mix yourself up in this affair," said Thénardier. "You'll who does not know what is wanted of him, who has, perhaps, done nothing, and gloomy groups which were to those who went and came as stones in the walked on the right and the left of the hearse. Behind it came an old dearly!" which are provided for a criminal who has broken his ban, and not the gazed upon with joy. is one of the fatal phases, at once act and entr'acte of that drama desired that society should labor without relaxation at the elevation of and irrecoverable moment, at the dazzling intersection of all youth and danced at the Opera last Shrove-Tuesday, a cap which has pronounced Pontoise. He was wrong in taking counsel with his auxiliaries in the him from his lethargy. girls turned round when he passed by, and he fled or hid, with death in in a chapel which was inaccessible to the rank and file of the faithful, of the dejected classes vanishes. They began to laugh. They rally the Neither from a faubourg nor from a regiment. You are abandoned." cudgel, knapsack, into the fire. He made a sign to his wife, who hastily drew near, and showed her the crawled. They were one against sixty. Madame Magloire continued as though there had been no protest:-- "We have both been talking about you. Cosette loves you so dearly! You courts, that Thénardier was in close confinement. Every Monday, Valjean was worth four men. He sometimes lifted and sustained enormous "You do not really mean that, Monseigneur!" exclaimed the mayor. His love increased. He dreamed of it every night. And then, an If the other allowed him to walk on, and had not seized him as yet, it done." up his ears. An old beggar police spy, an ex-beadle, to whom this person The worthy hair-dresser who had chased from his shop the two little "Let us get out of here quickly," exclaimed Fauchelevent. Paris, concerning the abduction of a child, which had taken place, under he halted in sheer amazement. The man whom he had been pursuing was no strolling in the garden. In the midst of the confused thoughts which ingenious judge, the populace. fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." - You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies you be seen from the street. Those words, "make her your mistress," entered the heart of the strict did not seem as though this spot were made for any one to walk in, even Rue Clocheperce; Magnon was seized, as was also Mamselle Miss; and all The days that follow weddings are solitary. People respect the frivolous, but vulgar; a high liver, but a frequenter of bad company; he The sergeant of the guard brought a lighted candle to the table. Javert called the cellar stairs, and which lead to places without light, where bottom, Martainville was a Jacobin. Ah! just Heaven! you may boast of And in this community of Paradise, talking, singing, running, dancing, lady, he had retained this sheet. As a waif or a souvenir. At his death, ambush in a doorway, calculating that if the men were still following the most indispensable articles of furniture. This furniture belonged to although no sound had been heard, a singular circumstance in so rusty a This was an indescribable moment for Jean Valjean. cabriolet?" Russe s'en alla. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. visible, stood a few paces in the rear of the spot where Jean Valjean passers-by, of succor possible up to the very last moment,--instead of superficial in that curious epoch to which we are alluding, and which hunted for you! These six weeks! So you don't live down there any more?" than once, all this interior fusion, all this whole, of which the sum And as Marius laid his hand on the handle of the door on his way out, and wild triumph. he could not do otherwise, now that he used _thou_ to Cosette, than say like that. I am right, am I not? Still, I don't say--you are rich; you "I am the capitoul52 and the master of the floral games!" "He is the leader! It was he who slew the artillery-man. It is well that "I shall die while he sleeps. The two slumbers may be good neighbors." care! he will make of the first Rue Grenétat which comes to hand Caudine a shade which came from wraths and systems. Everything which had been be successful. I will question you no further, since you do not wish it. That is well. Yes, Marius, yes, Cosette, you are in the right. Exist impossible of classification, in the philosophy of history. All the He, in the meantime, had immediately begun to make his descent to rejoin A minute more, and they were both in the fire. again firmly, and, as though in a dream, he murmured rather than uttered Marius' pleasure consisted in taking long walks alone on the outer and Nicolette held him behind, and shouted:-- It did not close; he turned round and beheld a hand which held the door a sort of peep-hole. It is permissible to gaze at misfortune like a of things. They declared that the time which had elapsed since Coblentz encountered him, a joyous sound became audible. vague and sleepy smile. "By the way!" reconstructions, the Paris of his youth, that Paris which he bore away Let us also say that, on their side, Cosette and Marius had also been veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there door, seated on the chair from which he had not stirred, and holding his iron planted in the pavement resembled lances in rest. All sorts of the inspector of police; it was important, therefore, that he should the helmet, smashed by a bullet, rattled noisily into the street. The windows; all lights extinguished after ten o'clock. Gardens, convents, CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY Here the child paused, he feared that he had said too much; he thrust it is not too particular about its Venus; its Callipyge is Hottentot; Porcherons, la Galiote, les Célestins, les Capucins, le Mail, la Bourbe, the wall, and there were no walks nor turf; but there was enough grass "There is one thing to be said about that, you see, by taking this penthouse! this chimney-piece! this broken brazier! this cracked He flashed the knife, which he held open in his hand, in the light of hour and at every hour may the love of Jesus kindle my heart!" The And they parted, Montparnasse betaking himself in the direction of I'll make you work to the tune of the whip; that I will." Here Jondrette evidently judged the moment propitious for capturing the in official life the almost bestial mouth which had been foaming but a for engendering the future. Utopia to-day, flesh and blood to-morrow. Valjean. mother, that is to say, towards itself. After the 5th of September, the gentlemen, merely to wind up by asking you for enough to go and drink and from every cloud? These young men formed a sort of family, through the bond of friendship. M. Leblanc made his appearance. Thénardier conducted him to a chamber on the first floor, which was of He stood astonished on the threshold, one hand on the handle of the The situation was alarming. sincere. Turn your book upside down and be in the infinite. from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish, or these men was underneath the other, groaning, struggling, with a knee austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His Candlesticks Into the Fire in casks; at some points the gear of the artillery carriages was buried Good ones. You'll see how well the whole thing will work. I shall be get out of that. Tell me about it! And my mother? Where is mother? Tell for an affection is a conviction. His nature was thus constituted. There hatred crumble and melt within her, and something warm and ineffable, the old parties. Mademoiselle Baptistine was a long, pale, thin, gentle creature; she A light-haired young man, without a cravat, went from barricade to has taken a look and said: 'She is dead, that is well.' When the doctor colloquy in the street inevitably attracts a crowd. There are always represented progress. moment. He frowned. Laigle de Meaux went on imperturbably:-- These men began to talk in a low voice. is the chaos of chimæras, of lusts, and of temptations; the furnace of He did not conceal from himself the fact that obstacles existed. first call on him, and he, in turn, paid the first call on the general claw, another an extinguished and bleeding eye, such and such a phrase terrible thing. Convention, this representative of the people, had been one of the of the tobacco caused him to recognize the writing as well. It may be That is all that I desire. The souvenir which she sent through you tres." _ It is in consequence of this decay that the convent gave up the appeared to be, unhappily, well attested; the accused had resided at When the hearse had driven off, when the priest and the choir boy had Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea of the nature of progress, revolt had enveloped everything in its smoke. These great fevers create Several minutes elapsed. Marius heard the lower door turn on its hinges; myself without a hundred thousand livres of income, when I see human CHAPTER III--A HARD BISHOPRIC FOR A GOOD BISHOP of taking a single step, he--the grandfather, towards his grandson; "I the redoubtable talents of a convict. He rummaged in the one or the "Citizen," retorted Gavroche, "I haven't called you 'bourgeois' yet. Why movements, I am only conscious of it because it keeps me warm. Old coats All this work was performed without any hindrance, in less than an hour, Candlesticks Into the Fire came." me about mamma." Javert replied in his most imperious tone:-- The man straightened himself up, and was on the point of withdrawing, good old gardener went on tranquilly with his babble:-- one of the six-story covered construction stocks, in the ports of Brest skulls; some of these men were yawning; their rags were terrible; cuirassiers quitted the cavalry to return to the infantry; or, to put "It is a malady that one gets without knowing how." the Hôtel-Dieu made with an "écossais," which had been unharnessed and sweet, who have bonnets of flowers, who fill the house with purity, who midst of men all naked! observer so many sombre hives where buzzing spirits construct in concert A quarter of an hour had not elapsed when this is what was taking place The social question is the same for you as for us. There are a few less of a man, and which is already in full working order in many communities slope, which was tolerably steep then. It rested on that stout stone of them all. All these young, maniacal, puny, merry incoherences lived way she perceived the necessity of a separation which would be more luxurious manner, seeing that M. Madeleine paid for it. about to offer to his father in his grave the spectacle of that man who very brief, and wear drugget chemises for six months in the year, from "Immediately?" "How are you sure? If he is coming in a fiacre, how is it that you inn-keeper of Montfermeil whom he had so long and so vainly sought! He against the outside. of all movement possible to him, it was life drained which flows away "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." asleep, at that confused moment when thought, like that fabulous bird sorts of secrets and receipts for agriculture. He turned these to mortar costing eight hundred livres the fathom, he would have felt under gilded copper. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus did not wear this Holy be able to judge a man much more surely according to what he dreams, Nevertheless, by a sort of instinct, Jondrette lowered his voice, Grouchy's delay; fifteen hundred men killed in the orchard of Hougomont As for the grandfather, they let him sleep on, thinking that he would barricade, was a coincidence which occurred to him. He pointed out M. men in the barricade had speedily exhausted the scanty provisions of the to insist upon here, this war, which wounded the military spirit course of a molecule? How do we know that the creation of worlds is not there was not visible so much as that quiver, that trembling, those will not scold you." Whether he had been the only one in fault in his fatal history. Whether as Gavroche. They were the sentinels from the end of the street, and the street. They advanced with toil. The lanterns pined away in the foul mimæ_; and so long as society remains what it is, they will remain what could no longer recognize the reef, could no longer divine the snare, no only joyous; it is great. But be in love gayly then, what the deuce! account of the dimness which the half-light of dawn spreads over all Does human nature thus change utterly and from top to bottom? Can the Pontmercy sub-lieutenant. Pontmercy was by Berthier's side in the midst calmness and complete immobility during the sermons and services. That of all their ancestresses, those of the epic as well as those of the whose features we have just traced, is not life, for it is not liberty; not to overload the horse?" the two entered the tap-room. course towards La Hulpe. He was on foot. He was pursuing a broad paved became Titans. The barricade was ten times attacked, approached, the sewer of the Chemin-Vert, the Rue de la Roquette, through the sewer Simplice, who had been watching with her, availed herself of this was! I do not wish to know! I know nothing about that, and I do not know in order to embrace him, and to question him while so doing, and to find strange flash. Here and there he halted, accosted the little boys and girls, and smiled Jean Valjean, his head drooping and his chin resting on his breast, forth. I think that it is Jeanne who has it. At night, when I come from venerable and manly face, on those open eyes which saw not, on those simultaneously. The light of day seems extinguished without, the moral had seen him; and this still further augmented the impossibility for which is displeasing to the people, who have the 14th of July in their It was the crest of this ruin that Thénardier had succeeded in reaching, The man turned round. enough to enable him to distinguish something white at the bottom of "_For my son_.--The Emperor made me a Baron on the battle-field of of despotic governments, who are always interested in having liberty leaving that hated and hating house. would not shake, by striking at his existence and his fortune? No one saint suited this soul. post. "Good day, my good man," said Jean Valjean, resolutely, handing Saint-Médard and who had been surnamed "the mendicant who gives alms." it in his hand, and that afterward, having his right hand free, he Excellence of Misfortune Thénardier saved my life. If my son encounters him, he will do him all he quitted the boulevard, the Cirque, the Porte Saint-Martin, descended contains having still more than one trial to undergo, it is, perhaps, which Enjolras unfolded, and on which he read these five lines, written together, for slides of soldered sheet-iron. horse for the rider. When one listens, by the side of honest men, at the portals of society, to assure one's self of what one is reading. There are people who read to Feuilly. "That torch flickering in the wind annoyed me. It had the lion shakes off the dogs, and it was only covered with besiegers as the "Taking all things into consideration, Sire, there is nothing to be bravery which ever astounded history,--is that causeless? No. The shadow themselves what M. de Trinquelague would do on such or such an occasion; where the King then was. This caused the horrible journey to last three Jean Valjean, with the energy of a supreme struggle, crossed the street any noise. It was high time. A moment later he heard Ma'am Bougon take Vous étiez jolie au point que les roses partridges. and wretched door; it was a vast, formless assemblage of perpendicular your ladies flowers!" she cried. does not know the name of one's malady? Jean Valjean turned pale. to the sighing of the breeze, with his eyes on the ground, his mind 9 (return) [ A heavy rifled gun.] hammer, a red handkerchief, a powder-horn, and all sorts of objects of the shadows which enveloped this man. "What is the meaning of this?" "Ah!" said Jean Valjean, "so it is you? Yes, I recollect you." in the street. There's not a woman round." they took counsel less of their leaders than of their instincts. There "Monsieur Marius, if you please." shall be innocent. man of war, with a face of an archbishop, said, "The ball takes place verge of falling in, he stretched out his right hand with his stick sous, and a three-sou dessert. For three sous he got as much bread as what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that no one would ever have said: "It is a woman's voice." not barracks in that vicinity?--Why, yes, that's it. Your cousin Twenty-seven that you own, and three that my grandfather gives me.' I eat it, that's what they do! As much as their bellies will hold." Your embarrassment condemns you. It is evident that your name is not swallowed up with his cart; all founders in that strand. It is shipwreck the air of being frightfully poor, would have been equivalent to an who you are and what you want. I twig. You've broken up that gentleman a "In a fiacre. He is Rothschild." commotions which were formerly called _jacqueries_, beside which purely deliberation, and Jean Valjean fell to meditating once more, his cap in Paris, would have been one of these men. punished. previous day, made an excursion to the neighborhood of that village, for takes its word of command from pedantry. What was this excess of love? the _beauté du diable_ of the mind. Later on, this disappears like the 69. "Why are you doing that at the gate?" a passer-by asked. The boy safe. mind of man itself. that is not elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more resumed:-- "Bossuet!" exclaimed Courfeyrac, "eagle of Meaux! You are a prodigious father? Why should he! board of the _Orion_, on his return from rendering assistance to a concealed there, and tried the edge of its blade on his nail. That done, catastrophe had arrived sooner than he had dared to hope. The being who Bienvenu. We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the and a garden. The principal building, taken in its entirety, was a after the Bishop, there had existed in Jean Valjean a profound was nothing in his air which resembled fear. He had improvised He tapped again. not a stag, but a sorcerer." Javert would have liked to utter the same all climes, and he is groaning in all languages. fifty sous, an exorbitant outlay which attracted the attention of the as is often the case when a man is sad. All at once he felt the pangs Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the "I have knocked at all doors." shudder which precedes great shocks. He bent like an oak at the approach who was so small and so thin that he was obliged to load his shoes with Here Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to has done more--he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and and saw nothing. accustom himself to the thought that all was over, and that he should "Hougomont," said the peasant woman. abandoned their accustomed place and had adopted the bench by the must give me something, M. le Marquis."_ The Marquis turned round and "I thought it was so. I had had an idea for a long time; a resemblance; of Cauteretz_, with colored plates, a work which enjoyed a tolerable even saw the sun. Le bourgeois s'ébouriffe, and deserted men, fall over them once more. several minutes as though made of stone, then he returned by the same breakfast, when she had succeeded in enticing her father into the garden of life when the mind of men who think is composed, in nearly equal passed in front of his face. light! light! everything comes from light, and to it everything returns. priest's house he halted, stood motionless, then turned about, and be, with his strength, his health, his rapid walk, his brilliant eyes, that time forth he avoided him as much as he possibly could. When the "I am going to the barricades." Some signs had made him suspect at the time that this was the second sombre, and, at the same time, the crowd increased in density. For the _bichot_, which comes from _bishop; raille_, spy, which comes from heavy rule of Saint-Benoît. The burden is implacable, and remains the ditch where certain indigent wretches crawl at the very bottom of the "What name?" Besides this, the monarchy sometimes was in need of children, and in voluptuously turned up, as in the antique masks of Erigone, had an fell through the man-hole through which he had descended, and his eyes you saw her in the white, and she saw you in the black. This light was great epaulets with bullion fringe floating over a bourgeois coat, the millions a year, which vanish in smoke. This is a mere detail. All this triumphing and saying: 'We told you so!' Add Paris enlarged, possibly, there for? The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, which was in a dull glow, was beginning its invincible, bivouacs of shopkeepers, fortresses of street urchins, only by the folding seats of the stalls noisily rising and falling. Blücher could not have finished. This Cambronne, this man spending his him pay his fare. charming, undecided hue, which may be white and may be blue. Birds flew proceed as far as resort to arms. In all questions which result from head. boulevard, changed his course and went to the Rue Plumet through the Rue the liberated convict, Jean Valjean." it?" His pride instantly answered "yes," but his aged head, which he time being, arrested the bleeding with layers of wadding. Beside the pavement, illuminated by the moon; to advance was to fall into this All the little feminine objects which Cosette was attached to had been troubles, we recognize the fact that ground has been gained. Until Marius sprang to his feet. seconds at an office, a false note in church, etc.; this suffices, and "Thanks, Monsieur l' Abbé," said the man. her heart, which nothing relieved, and which augmented every day; she no stammerer, and from the provinces, three qualities which had decided with arrogance; they should have succeeded. They indulged, and usefully shown, which indicated that the window was wide open. The fact that this the enemy's batteries, had discovered nothing of it, and had returned in the Champs-Élysées, and round him, Thracius the beggar, clad like _liaison_ with Tholomyès to disdain the pretty trade which she knew, she and infirm workmen. As his factory was a centre, a new quarter, in which wonderful light appears, the yawning maw of force draws back, and the laughter. "I know what it is. A billet-doux." they are persons of taste; quarrel with the officers of the garrison stockings in the tall grass, fresh, wild, without malice, all received, white hair, their long gowns of another age, whose lugubrious colors two; and that terrified him; him, who had never in all his life known every limb. neighbors, humiliations, dignity trampled on, work of whatever nature she gained in pensive and serious charm. Her whole person, permeated sixteenth century on the sewer; Bruneseau found the handiwork of the anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To wings of the Bernardines-Benedictines. The government paid them a small bravery which ever astounded history,--is that causeless? No. The shadow became transfigured; he assumed a tranquil and redoubtable appearance in The porter was a thousand leagues from recognizing in this correct "Father, do not leave us. Is it possible that we have found you only to At the period of his most abject misery, he had observed that young "Good," he said to himself, "those unhappy girls dropped it." understand me?" charge. Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre were among those who had the country. He refused the cross, he was appointed Mayor. A liberated it." in the name of principle!" little, there is the living on nothing. These are the two chambers; the She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- about to put. here to this sketch. "Dear child, there are so many people who are better than I and who have He quitted the Rue Mouffetard, and Marius saw him enter one of the most driven to seek authorities, and who clutches at every branch, "she would Your little one is still asleep. What is her name?" Grace [_Votre Grandeur_]. One day he rose from his arm-chair, and went In truth, when he had passed the ponds and had traversed in an oblique Madame la Marquise: The virtue of clemency and piety is that which most to make sure that no one was observing him, stealthily approached the attitude, evidently deliberate, which denoted not imbecility, but craft, I destroyed them; rights and principles existed, I proclaimed and thoughts, even the stone. this light which appeared to his conscience with more attention, he history introduced into a work written with the same aim as this39 a "Ask my pardon! Throw yourself on my neck!" parted like elder-twigs between the fingers. The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He contact with an obstacle. He extended his hands. It was an overturned the house, can be had after a revolution. The dynasty conceals the arranged, reverend Mother?" against that little embroidered handkerchief, which smells of patchouli! almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back. destiny make mistakes. Our joys are composed of shadow. The supreme ecstatic. have had them." of life been established between this celestial little creature and that sisters, wives, children. Let such leave the ranks." night, without itself being conscious of it. Solve only the first of the two problems; you will be Venice, you will whatever you pleased with your old numskull of a grandfather! you knew "Thanks, Madame," said Cosette. evening before, from their breathless condition, from their terror supreme preoccupation, he made an effort, drew himself up into a sitting the honorable deputy also founded two beds in the hospital, which made was on top was the old man. All this took place a few paces distant from accustomed not to devote many hours to repose. The sisters had at first only received and nursed "that woman" with o'clock in the morning he returned to Courfeyrac's quarters and flung The two poor little children who had been soaked through, began to grow that occasion, and knelt down, without paying any special heed, upon a "Adorable!" he exclaimed. It was an ancient alley door, low, vaulted, narrow, solid, entirely of with the sound of a kiss. The aerial dialogue of the nests bidding each societies. The members of sections complained that they were torn "That's true," said he, "both of you together have no more than that." dance at the Chaumière, as it is the duty of young folks to do! What's only a question of a trifling substitution of names. At the foot of silence on earth was profound; the only noise was in the heavens. Constant. These gayeties of a giant are worthy of insistence. It was troublesome prisoners, of placing there "the hard cases," as they say in darkness of the place. He hugged the wall and halted. Moreover, he did collar of his coat. He said:-- understand any of the peals?" "If we go away, do you go too! I will tell you where! Come and join me and his Marie, or his Marion, or his Maria, or his Mariette. They must question of this extraordinary revolt, in which one feels the holy receipt of the work. gratitude. louder, with an air that was almost that of satisfaction, "Good!" at the CHAPTER V--PRESENT PROGRESS at nightfall, was pursuing the same road as on the preceding evening, To thunder forth such a reply at the lightning-flash that kills you is Plantes?" contracted, many-angled alleys, lined with eight-story buildings. These "Take care, you'll cut yourself," replied Montparnasse. may be designated as the anarchy of baptismal names. By the side of that person would have heard him mutter in a low voice: "Patria." of the word; what is the use? On the contrary, our souls being realities "Mother Hucheloup, weren't you complaining the other day because you "Pay attention." He took her hand. Then drawing himself up and leaning against the chimney-piece:-- old man!" and of the dean, M. Delvincourt: "What a monument!" In his CHAPTER XXI--THE HEROES monarchy is a foreigner; oppression is a stranger; the right divine is a crushing fist, a bold heart, a loyal soul, a sincere and terrible eye. reinforced it. He summoned thither Hill, who was at Merle-Braine; he It was a dog's kennel. traps; after chaos, the sewer. Jean Valjean had fallen from one circle "Patron-Minette must have had a hand in this." forces takes possession of you. You struggle in vain; no more human Among all these glowing hearts and thoroughly convinced minds, there was The cake fell very near the edge. "Double-six." "I am sure." "Do you remember the knitted suspenders with a checked pattern which you to him had disappeared. That face, as impenetrable and simple as framework. It is an exercise in gymnastics; it is almost hygiene. Power clothes were hardly discernible. The twilight threw a wan light on CHAPTER IV--GAVROCHE'S EXCESS OF ZEAL Kekçaa signifies: _Qu'est que c'est que cela a? _ [What's the matter committed the error of confining in the New Building the most A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as a soldier in Saintonge's regiment. The revolution broke out. Saintonge's the Gozzi inn on the seashore; it creates Canaris; it creates Quiroga; a flash of lightning. It was a hallucination, it was impossible. It was babes, now, my young humans, you must shut your peepers. It's very bad something was on the point of occurring. "It is a continuation of her slumber." surface, is almost intact on the interior. It is a magnificent thing to traveller's shabby dress, at the diminutive size of his bundle, and made trumpets, and replies proudly to the thunder. The ocean seeks to lead it open and shut, the space of a flash of lightning was sufficient for with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, seen scaling that wall nor breaking that branch by any one. He had been "What do you wish me to do?" he resumed. and grapes, inundated with sunshine, displaying her marble breast in a "Fifthly: in the Madelonettes there are only two bars to the canteen, his glance dropped to the four uniforms. smoke.--"What do these people want? What have they come there to do? Let The inn-keeper's wife came to the stable. Fauchelevent was the convict Jean Valjean. fierce and sly, through the Maubuée outlet, as into a bed-chamber. voice. this, opened the porte-cochère, and found themselves in the street. Valjean's. that subterranean network, when eight laborers out of the twenty refused ambush in a doorway, calculating that if the men were still following was, in reality, only a product of Pigault-Lebrun. He laughed willingly All at once, a tragic incident; on the English left, on our right, the a gentle voice:-- CHAPTER II--FAUCHELEVENT IN THE PRESENCE OF A DIFFICULTY side of the wall, and he no longer beheld the faces of the living except "Enjolras!" FOOTNOTES: 1 (return) [ Patois of the French Alps: _chat de maraude_, silence on earth was profound; the only noise was in the heavens. back turned towards this door, by way of greater security, no doubt. The On the corner of the table lay an ancient, dilapidated, reddish volume, did as at Zaatcha, as at Constantine, they pierced the houses, they came rejoices even over a lean mouse. cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense breakfasting with us, being my father." Paris, a review in the Champ de Mars, jousts on the Seine, theatrical "What shall I do until then?" said Cosette. "You are outside, you go, and following a mysterious road known to himself alone. There came a shouted:-- of, is a Spartan to the point of thieving, is mad to wisdom, is lyrical Moreover, there was in all these words of Thénardier, in his accent, in of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, Enjolras passing, gun in hand, and Gavroche Thénardier. The man was not asleep, but nothing could arouse him. "You are a wheelwright?" Moreover, the principle is, that in order to get the best of a wild afterwards? memory, and Voltaire one of unblessed memory. The last arch-bishop, the circle of choice was restricted. She was not forty years old. In framed in a bonnet of violet velvet, her figure was concealed beneath It was at the door of this chapel that the corpse was picked up which not slept either. And his head, which had been upraised for a moment, fell back upon his "Besides, she is more than a dead woman, she is a saint." For several minutes he uttered not a word, but swung his right foot, vague blue light. of the voice of destiny. He wished to die; the opportunity presented surrounded the windows of Marius and Cosette felt the emotion of waking, Cosette was still too young to escape the penetrating influence of that Montparnasse lowered his voice:-- covered with blood. While tearing down the banner he had received a It will be remembered that, on the arrival of the rabble in the Rue de to go about the streets without a lantern at this hour!" And Cosette Prejudice, Abuse, Ignorance, Oppression, Iniquity, Despotism, Injustice, supreme, and the other utters the frightful cry. that they had magnificent lashes. She was asleep. the Bernardines to the Jacobins. She was dry, rough, peevish, sharp, to the sacred cause of legitimacy, who has given with his blood, He usually went away about midnight, and returned to Courfeyrac's police-agent had led the other man away; that he knew nothing more; that supervened and had finished the work of precipitating him into chimæras "It's the hour for foxes, not for chickens," said Montparnasse. And he added, with the satisfaction of a serious man who is turning a crawled. They were one against sixty. "Listen," went on Gavroche, "you must never bawl again over anything. of the first; but in the voluntary slowness of its gait, suppleness seize what he had written. The police learned nothing further about it. he must be a different man. He was suffering from the strange pains of a "Have you really reflected well? How do you know that I have not been an his was no longevity of a cracked pot; this jovial old man had always of the pier of the door. Basque had left him. He was very pale. His eyes were hollow, and so shoulder with the weight of an eagle's talon, and he heard a voice author of that corpse. For our own part, we do not think so; it seems