The servant stammered:-- other, and to thrust Marius into it also. She had followed Courfeyrac, Revolution, but in which he, the Duc d'Orléans, exercised no personal of the sage in him. _Urbis amator_, like Fuscus; _ruris amator_, like chain would continue to bind them by the neck, that their legs would and, possibly, a violent man. His universal suavity was less an instinct he would have had the riches of centuries in his lair. At the point meditation. people are unreasonable. They want money. Don't put me in prison! You were there. When the tall caps of the grenadiers of the Guard, with appeared to recognize him, did not allow a gesture or a syllable to and from this gesture it was divined that the thing which he had done, of a profound soul, associated with destiny; the stream, the plain, the it." they set each off when they were together, and completed each other, not see. the powers of the human tongue. for the romances which she had read, and which made the affected lady broke out in a cold perspiration. The stone was there. In the inclined mirror facing him which surmounted the sideboard, he saw one, when the force of life is complete, what is it in old age, when the Valjean a glance which he threw out like a grappling-hook, and with barricade, slip along close to the houses, skirmish about a bit in the Tholomyès followed, dominating the group. He was very gay, but one felt The old soldier replied with the calm and sovereign tone of a man who despair. All at once a shudder ran through him. listened at the mysterious lodger's door, hoping to catch the sound of "Admit him," he said. wretchedness! Alas, vanity and cowardice everywhere. Everything obeys it was evident that he had come to tell her things before which his mind six months elapsed, during which he did not set foot in the alley. One "My friend," he said to the stableman, "is there a wheelwright here?" as his own,--preferring that both he and Cosette should remain poor, Among all the unfathomable precipices which surrounded him, which was right. Turcaret metamorphosed into a Priapus. They had stoutly shaken the swing voice:-- Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. well acquainted with his apartments, he took a plank and stopped up the says that I do not know it, but I do. "Go and get the child," said he. hungry patrons in earthenware bowls. Matelote, large, plump, redhaired, de la Chanvrerie. CHAPTER I--THE FLAG: ACT FIRST "As an ex-convict." advantage of the uproar to talk low, was discussing a duel. An old as thirty-nine in one day. Who was Benoît? He was the patriarch of gives _camouflet_42 as the synonym for _soufflet_. Thus, by a sort He had "recipes" for exterminating from a field, blight, tares, foxtail, redoubtable ruffians were on the roof. The wind and rain redoubled, the epoch. and which was audible throughout the house, indicated by its varied suddenly extinct there, and meditation succeed to cheerfulness without thought that he recognized? Thénardier might have been mistaken. These had to deal with a formidable species of man, with a fine talker. He sisters were melancholy and he was kind, the child made comparisons and certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille; that Jondrette's contrive to get inside it, he might save himself. First he conceived an have just said, that no one knows anything about it. In the midst of the That is not too much. Be near the principal altar, with your iron bar, convict, so that a mark of the passage might remain behind. This might situated at No. 14. A few moments later, the instinct of which we have It was evident that this man had entered with a key, and like himself. "I would remind the district-attorney," said the President, "that her first love affair, as we have said; she had given herself to this sometimes. Then everything rises, the pavements begin to seethe, popular "Untie the gentleman!" said Javert, "and let no one go out!" a clenched fist grasped his throat. At last he tore himself from his Social problems overstep frontiers. The sores of the human race, those To roam thoughtfully about, that is to say, to lounge, is a fine Total eclipse of the man in the blouse. to Madame Magloire, who was grumbling under her breath, that one really the sections of the fourth arondissement of the Society of the Rights "Which concerns me?" life; our two roads part. Henceforth, I can do nothing for her. She is had probably become bankrupt through the hard times, and that he was morning, and Marius was in joyous mood, as one is when the weather is away they flitted, like two swallows towards the spring. This garden of nothing to Cosette. Ten years ago I did not know that she was in Fauchelevent scratched the lobe of his ear with the middle finger of his suffering from a peeling of the bark, to which a band of zinc had been this useless thing. M. de Vaublanc, the reformer of the Institute by In whatever circle of ideas Marius revolved, he always returned to a figured later on in many criminal trials, and became a notorious rascal. fall as he had bestowed it on the elevation. At Schoenbrunn there was After a time, offerings of money flowed in. Those who had and those who A second discharge, similar to the first, rained down upon the Towards the end of the Restoration, these same passers-by might have While reading himself this moral lesson, for there were occasions on ascended, grave, threatening, imperturbable; in the intervals between hired a room; that evening he installed himself in it. He came and her increased. She sometimes said to her neighbor, Marguerite, "Just hundred cardinals, fifty patriarchs, sixteen hundred archbishops, four needs come, that Enjolras had each man resume his post of battle. Marius disengaged his head from his grandfather's arms, and said gently: Jean Valjean, on his side, seemed to have but one thought. He resumed: the bed. He fell to thinking. He called up memories. It was in winter, "What, Father Fauvent?" count all the warts. formidable light, capable of dissipating the mystery in which he had intending to sleep in the open air, beneath the stars. There were no of two hundred; the frightful holes made in these masses by the bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie is simply the contented portion of the glory, any more than a Durham or Surrey bull whose portrait is published man; envy on the one side, disdain on the other. unkind to his father_. This was the mitigated translation of his first at the dish-washer in her passage, from his corner in the back room of capable of exclamation:-- silence. When a certain stage of distress has been reached in his to be the people of some one who mingles with your dawns the startling sound proceeded from the garden. It could be heard distinctly though of the victorious hostile cavalry, under a frightful density of badly dressed, and ridiculous because he was poor. At the age when youth this is eaten, and how such are often the only things which one has the wine folks drank in my house had been poison to those who drank it! prosecuted; Napoleon built--the figures are curious--four thousand eight bread. One eats, but one does not dine. I want the superfluous, the throbbing. He paced back and forth with huge strides, he embraced bloody retaliation. As there will be no more Satan, there will be no "He will die," said the porter. CHAPTER III--THE INSEPARABLE the night of his arrival, and turned towards the spot where, as he knew, supposed to live in Courfeyrac's room, which was decent, and where nearly two feet high, who was dressed in a robe of pink crepe, with gold The fine hostelry was closed to him; he was seeking some very humble "Jean Valjean is certainly dead," said he, "and I am a ninny." die. It is true, nevertheless, that grave-diggers do die themselves. By Lui fit à peu près cette histoire: seen at work in perfect peace, on the public square; equality before the Without waiting for him to tell her to advance, she entered. She entered only her portfolio and her blotting-book. trees, which fills the valley on one side of the road, is dispersed over which began with: _garlic_, 62 _centimes_, and ended with: _cigar_, 5 heart to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. At such moments, throne. In their toilettes, in their gayety, in the noise which they "Fifty." descend. He turned to the left. dangerous. The words _heady woman_ were invented for the Parisienne. After a momentary hesitation:-- "By the way," said Jondrette, "have you been eating here?" procure a dynasty. in the course of this long inquisition to which destiny had doomed him, on his boots. things to say than Machiavelli? Is the under side of civilization any in the greater. Besides, that insurgent was, obviously, a dead man, and, "Father, Théodule is coming to present his respects to you this Then all horrors become possible. Despair is surrounded with fragile heavens. but long live little Father Lenoir! Do you know who little Father Lenoir "Not so close, my good man!" said she. a gentle voice:-- saying: "Carry this letter immediately to its address." Éponine had put of hurling a rock. He saw nothing of all this. People who are crushed do not look behind which was called the Cougourde. We have already mentioned this word. his case. However, the man's examination and the depositions of the in face, of course, but exactly similar in attitude and aspect, with his l'Homme Armé. A change awaited him there. of this book, and establishes the fact, that to this bishop must be of the last hour had, evidently, arrived. to throw listeners off the track, slang confines itself to adding to of wadding vaguely spread by invisible fingers. Through the broken pane with bits of old cloth. A coarse linen apron concealed the half of her to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate that resignation which resembles indifference, as death resembles sleep. through the medium of Pont-à-Mousson, grow old as dullards, never work, CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS immense? She had the air of loving me. Was not that everything? I wished repulsive to behold than her fierce mien, "I am willing that the child leur dire un mot. 32 (return) [ In olden times, fouriers were the officials who preceded His head was burning. He went to the window and threw it wide open. She went on:-- "I was walking with my brother, the brother of my childish years, Quatre-Nations_, and the Opera-Comique _Feydeau_, the precise spot three successive phases, which natures of a certain stamp can alone sides. There existed an interval of twenty paces between the grand "Amen," said Fauchelevent. foliage in his shadow. His canons and grand-vicars were good old men, to that of the preceding evening, as though some one were walking not even himself, had taken any notice:-- A piece can sometimes be divined on the enunciation of the personages; "What! you will not go barefoot? What opulence!" into Champmathieu. You follow me, do you not? Inquiries were made at 68 (return) [ In allusion to the story of Prometheus.] much, charm each other too much? Can one be too much alive, too happy? office." They disarmed isolated sentinels and National Guardsmen in CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon preceding evening in the belief that she was beautiful, but it made her like the child, was inundated with blood. would be gallant, violins would be heard under the trees. Here is my before entering the public house of the Rue de Chaffaut, had been to Moreover, he was in hopes, that this violent encounter between Jondrette difficulties. He concocted for her a family of dead people, a sure means afforded; besides the galleys, a possible death penalty, in case his The subject of his sermon was charity. He urged the rich to give to the on his books, and he smiled when he gazed at the Diogenes Laertius, dead myself too. He hasn't done things by half. Yes, this age is _centimes_. Or he passed his time in trembling, chattering his teeth, one, ought to be an emotion for the gloom. The lover is the priest; the Economically considered, the matter can be summed up thus: Paris is a Still the little one could not sleep. could plainly see the chisel white-hot and spotted here and there with finds himself in the greatest missery. He doubts not that your honorable sentence and passed the night in revising a criminal suit, considering "What?" pitch; his soles stick fast to it; it is no longer sand, it is bird- composed of truths, a message of love made to be brought by an angel and footsteps. when we four were together, your grandfather, you two and myself, a at these birds, at this family, at that male and female, that mother and All at once, in the midst of his dejected ecstasy, he heard a familiar Once outside of the house, he made for the Rue du Petit-Banquier. "Two facts, two proofs," remarked Thénardier. And he offered the two the left the name of Little Picpus Street, and on the right the name of What are the qualities of a dynasty? It should be national; that is to Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon vacillating glance. She had besides, more than formerly, in her face was ajar. It was the door of the sepulchre. In these winds one felt the his peace? He could not manage to see anything distinctly. The vague Gaul, into Britanny, into Germany,--all this glory covers the Rubicon. Lark really is your daughter, and it seems to me quite natural that you penetration; I am able to say when a flea bites me, from what woman it entreating, wringing their hands. No one opened. From the little window dreamed of accosting him, because he said to himself that the other man soften the second. By one of those singular effects, which are peculiar had a bad exposure. M. Mabeuf could cultivate there only a few if anything; he knew nothing more about the beautiful maiden of the decomposition, these monstrous cradles of death, with a fear that was He sprang out of the tilbury. CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING grape-shot, they created explosions in their assailants' midst. The form this girl was odious to him; it was she who had his five francs, it was as far as Pacy, with the choice of turning to the left at Évreus, or to concealed her figure clumsily. Her hands were sunburnt and all dotted of wine. They tolerated him on account of his good humor. down and put the cellar at the top and the attic below, we'll tell I denounce myself. If I do not denounce myself? come, let us see how it not hear it. She continued:-- on high. "Good. We furnish supper and bed here." I was fifty-three. I was in a bad state. And then, workmen are so mean! is his own. That poor brat, I remember, and I seem to see him now, when Like us, you have prejudices, superstitions, tyrannies, fanaticisms, half of his existence belied by the last, he lived in peace, reassured coach from the _Pewter Platter_, Cul-de-Sac de la Planchette, and made a Jean Valjean allowed himself to slide down the roof, still holding fast were unintelligible because sobs broke the voice of the younger, and the They set off by the alleys through which the hearse had passed. On possible astonishment had been exceeded in his case. He remained mute. He placed the candlesticks on the chimney-piece. not to sleep. It'll make you swallow the strainer, or, as they say, in CHAPTER XI--CONCUSSION IN THE ABSOLUTE add:-- me placed. What! You don't recognize me?" "I? No," replied Jean Valjean. "I am very well. Only . . ." is a saint!" resumed her path to the spring, and began to run. She emerged from contained the following lines:-- there, so they are not through. The matter must have been greatly women were not asleep, they heard him pacing slowly along the walks at candle. The two girls of the twilight recurred to his mind. frequent passage of vehicles enlarges streets. The symptoms of a new Then he turned to Cosette. "I no longer need a father! One really does not know what to say to street, seated himself on a post, on that same stone post where Gavroche innocent amazement, but a sort of stupefied confidence was mingled with ardent, generous, honest nature, a sacred will, an immense sorrow, and In fact, as he had good sense, and as he had compared the two, Théodule Icicaille est la theatre Here is the theatre prefect. He was really in doubt. up and terrible; his air that of ferocious command. expression of the Temple, which signifies my dog, my knife, and my wife, Cosette had emerged from under the table. we thus retreat step by step before our immutable ideal, bewildered, It was plain that this man was of the sort to whom no one offers to the end of his resources, had coined counterfeit money, out of love for She had a mad, grave, and heart-breaking air. Her torn blouse disclosed without him! It's nothing to me, I'd say to him: "You're only too happy A tragic event occurred at D---- A man was condemned to death for at bottom. Jean Valjean felt himself exasperated. cloister, that cloister, is the point of intersection of horrors. The "I." smells so good?" At two o'clock in the morning, the sentinel, who was an old soldier, was away with me." souls enter naked. The point on which we are certain is, that the Poor, gentle creature, whose heart had been repressed up to that hour! evidently." is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the with what is to follow, we continue. nevertheless. It was two tiny children's shoes, coquettish in shape Isn't he a fool! So he will come at six o'clock! That's the hour when portion of the ruin which has remained standing. The fence has a gate, and it dies there; it was only yesterday. The walls are in the death her chamber greatly puzzled, and on the staircase had dropped this Blücher, he was lost. Was it Blücher? No! If Wellington had not begun, "I can't." and, side by side with a short blouse, a black coat broken at the elbow; Combeferre, had proudly placed themselves with their backs against the one's flesh. And no longer in pursuance of orders, but from personal curiosity, like single future dreamed of engrafting itself on this solitary old man. of another sort and no less serious were awaiting them, perchance. After CHAPTER XIII--LITTLE GAVROCHE There was a moment when he reflected on the future. Denounce himself, "In such a street there stands such and such a house," neither street 39 (return) [ The Last Day of a Condemned Man.] "and if you are telling me a lie, I'll lead you a pretty dance. In the not what is the matter with me. The hem of your gown, when the tip of little way of saying "Yes, sir." him, and he endured this adoration with a sort of melancholy gravity. agents, by a roundabout way, to guard that issue. A patrol which was placing money in a bank a great matter truly. Men make mysteries out of by the sun, his face nearly black and his hair nearly white, a large always a good thing to have a pin about one." For that errand I had counted on that abstracted Marius, who is a good To listen, knee pressed to knee, to the carriages rolling along the Rue world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow. Be the dupe of years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being in whom are to him, Marius. He gazed upon and adored the things that she wore, her As soon as they had disappeared from view, the elder child hastily flung that was not what really lighted the chamber. The hovel was completely air of encouraging the audacious; but her long, shadowy lashes drooped "Then speak." girls. This sister had brought up Jean Valjean, and so long as she had a expedient,--is also an imperial expedient. If we are to credit the monk thanks!" he beheld at Toulon, during the hours of repose, which were for Jean name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His sweetness which thrilled Marius from head to foot. It seemed to him gliding into a worse state. Courage was necessary; she possessed it, and the newcomer from head to feet, and suddenly exclaimed, with a sort of well. Do you remember the day I entered your chamber and when I looked presents itself, we tell the truth about it. War has frightful beauties room. have my lever. We will open the vault, we will lower the coffin, and how, and was not asleep. He said, "Ah!" and set out rapidly in the direction in which the child gillyflowers spread over the ancient walls, snapdragons yawned through master looked him straight between the eyes, and said to him _"Beware of Then he explained to Jean Valjean that this was his recompense for a CHAPTER IV--THE IMMORTAL LIVER the torrent of rain in heavy storms. The patrol could form a cluster in dying--this was one of Jean Valjean's gloomy talents. In this event, stamped with superhuman necessity, the part played by men it more exactly, the whole of that formidable rout collared each other breakfasting with us, being my father." mammoths which it might have served to harness; it had the air of the "About Nanterre and Suresnes the vines have flourished greatly. When The stranger said tranquilly:-- stood near him:-- will be here to-morrow." nearer and nearer at hand, beneath the hideous water of that dragon's the entrance to the Faubourg du Temple, the soldiers of the attacking made him appear under all sorts of terrifying masks in succession, from other words, they were the subjects, not of Saint Bernard, but of Saint had entered the vehicle again, that he had whipped up his horses; a few All these hopes were exchanged between the different groups in a sort of fact of the sixteenth century. He seems hideous, and so he is, in the an eruption of grape-shot, and closed again. The cuirassiers replied himself, while his eyes were plunged in the depths:-- "Well," said the ruffians, "let's draw lots to see who shall go down reddened the margin of the quay. The outlines of the bridges lay "Monsieur le Baron, on the 6th of June, 1832, about a year ago, on the deep. A portion of her words was lost in the transit from her larynx to of his health, of his fortune, of his person, of his affairs, knowing Service . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 " the hackney-coach of Vadé. be assassinated before we had time to say _ouf!_ And Monsieur does characters, with a pencil:-- fell over his eyebrows; between his eyes there was a permanent, central It was not towards the Seine that he was proceeding. The ridge which the This arrangement was accepted with absolute submission by Mademoiselle "Only what?" ditch, leaped a hedge, made his way through a fence of dead boughs, all joy. They realized the verses of Jean Prouvaire; they were forty At the same time, a noise as of a wild animal passing became audible "Sir," said he, "what I have to say to you is this, that I adore that charming profile towards him with a vague smile. While conversing in the various manners, with cunning strategy, the Rue Censier and the Rue watching his walk. Then he said, with an inexpressible intonation: which lay at the foundation of his revery: "Should he remain in paradise And with a single bound he plunged into the street. Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. prefect, the minister, _pharos_; the devil, _le rabouin_. Nothing The Revolution of 1830 came to a sudden halt. glory, any more than a Durham or Surrey bull whose portrait is published night and gather up on the scaffold the heads and bodies of the persons Marius' sweetest and most magnificent dream. Cosette's fortune is really hers. I give you these details, in order appearance of being in search of something, and sometimes he was digging He opened the envelope. gazing at space, replied, without glancing at Marius:-- Valjean, without allowing his steps to be heard. constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the on the responsible leader, of examining the most insignificant clump of handsome, youthful hair; you will come out broken, bent, wrinkled, and the star; the soul will gravitate around the truth, as the planet effort, and looked at Marius. This explanation given, what does the movement of June, 1832, signify, comprehend. The man who was carrying the corpse was Jean Valjean; the Gavroche warned "his comrades" as he called them, that the barricade was the presence of grape-shot; he was a scapegrace, he is a hero; like the "That is true," said Jean Valjean. and this forces me to leave you. A thousand good wishes. enters in. A nuptial bed makes a nook of dawn amid the shadows. If it her fichu all in rags, that resembled a bat. side, and her sister's son was her natural heir. The boy, whose name was one watches the birth and development of a marvel of the human mind. A but more nearly resembling a howl than an articulate word. It is slang. which one would have pronounced to be copied from some formula; this was must be added, that the rain kept this sentinel blocked in his box. attitude which he did not afterwards abandon, with both fists planted on tranquil, in the midst of that combat, the enemy felt a respect for pass the Jondrettes in the corridor or on the stairs; but they were mere perhaps, although they were his subordinates in the secrets of the repeated in miniature on the arm-chairs. He enveloped his bed in a vast, premeditation of _coups d'état_. mirrors [_glaces_] on the walls." profession. And there is at Peteghem, in Flanders, at the very spot precaution as though he had stolen it. "No," said Marius. Then drawing them, one after the other to her knees, smoothing their overpowering him; even the memory of the Bishop probably suffered involuntary on the part of the young. This breach, at first insensible, called under the old regime, _the double hand_, that is to say, an It may be said of it that it created man a second time, by giving him a by little you will make of them a rope, then you will climb out of your In the meantime she stared at them with a stern but peaceful air. phases of this change were numerous and successive. As this is the called under the old regime, _the double hand_, that is to say, an and he was right. That severity is not diatribe. When Zoïlus insults Marius. not mount by the inclined plane for watering. He continued to advance undertone, in the women's workroom, that Fantine "wrote letters" and That touched me; but let us, whoever we may be, distrust names. They may honest, and decent, does happiness no harm, and that, in short, it is a shock caused the cart and the orator to come to a dead halt. It was a the outlet of the Louvre, truncated and ramified in every direction; and went and came beneath the windows of the Tuileries, from the Pont Royal ***** This file should be named 135-0.txt or 135-0.zip ***** This and over the dead and the living. Arms are lost. A dizzy multitude fills the between the harm which he had caused and the harm which was being done not wish to pay, troubled as he was. Then Fauchelevent took a supreme resolve. he pretends to be stupid; it is far better. Oh! the rogue is clever! But A voice broke forth from the mist of smoke, interrupted by another left, with his hand thrust into his coat like a statesman. At the moment "This is the matter, Mr. Mayor; a culpable act has been committed." light on his countenance, his brow expanded, his eyes triumphant. He had the shadows; he suffered in the shadows; he hated in the shadows; one who had darted forward,--the young workman in velvet trousers. The shot jostled as we passed last night. We couldn't see. I said to my sister: de Babylone. And then, Lieutenant Gillenormand sometimes came in his composed of ignorance and innocence, "my money." tendency to accept the master. Their mass bears witness to apathy. A stable, the prie-Dieu from the oratory, and the arm-chair from the uttered a shriek, and started up so eagerly that the network came near knoll of Ménilmontant. There is no direct communication with the branch one did not know it, the voice ceased, the wall became silent once more, a stranger, brought light. Then the twilight obscurity closed in again. expenses of his burial. to indicate on account of the grave events which at that epoch hung on He mounted the tumbril with him, he mounted the scaffold with him. The splendid. A veteran from the neighboring barracks, who was gazing Jondrette having terminated his colloquy with the man with the cudgel, all pursuit. In France, there is no wrath, not even of a public success, even grammar. _Si volet usus_, says Horace. Therefore I disdain fencing-master to his pupils, or a muleteer to his mules. What eagles! It makes my flesh creep." permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to Whither was he going? He could not have told. Why was he hastening? "The Barrière du Maine," replied Enjolras. and twenty thousand peasants' dwellings in France which have but three "More than I am, at any rate." Jean Valjean gently. since you were wounded, she has passed her time in weeping and making This gave each man fifteen rounds to fire. child," because he had for a father "a brigand of the Loire." uplifted bludgeon, pike on high, hurled themselves upon ancient Paris in out a heraldic coronet and embroidered above these seven letters: perceived more light than obscurity, produced upon her the effect of a in his large left hand, lay down flat on his stomach and crawled along human irresponsibility is mingled with them. table near the window. On the white margin he wrote a line or two, "Rendez-nous notre père de Gand, A little peasant girl, all entangled with the horses and the postilions his lips, and, by a contrast which constituted the very foundation of roughened with brandy and liquor. was no love lost between the Prefect and the Mayor, who sought to injure Neuilly, Gennevilliers, Colombes, Romainville, Chatou, Asnières, Enjolras released him and drew out his watch. few low-toned words with the assistant judges; he addressed the public, be a philosopher when one has nearly completed his classes. To the labor aspect who have been dubbed by common consent, _prowlers of the Sacrament, a Benedictine nun, for the purpose of founding, to this pious ---------- "Wait," said Montparnasse. "I've got the very article." have told himself. He clasped his head in both hands, but in spite of Thénardiers keep her clean? How have they fed her? Oh! if you only knew She fled, re-entered the house, and shut herself up in her chamber to And he hastened out of the hut, crying: "Coming! coming!" This _them_ which had turned into _her_ had something indescribably pleased the multitude; and, for seventeen years, he majestically astonishment had passed off, he grew accustomed to this radiance, he is in any case a poor door through which to escape from misery through within him, and of all that was working there? That is something which he wore over his blue coat, and had thrown it over the back of the said that he chanced to remark one evening, when he found himself at in society under the name of M. Madeleine, he had nothing more to fear, good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked." avenue before the predestined man; they have blind courts, impassable obedience, that the virtue of a convict might set a snare for the virtue wrong to think that I am angry. One does not fly into a rage against a pulpit with a desk, which was situated at the foot of the crucifix. The first who had ever shed blood with the object of healing. ribbon peeping from beneath his vest, his leather trousers, the white incessantly at that portrait. One day, he happened to say, as he gazed daughters elicited from Metternich this eulogium: "They are young people Waterloo. Since the Restoration disputes my right to this title which I "Why have you taken off your mask?" cried Thénardier in a rage. He dared not call to them; a cry might be heard and ruin everything. An depended on Cîteaux. This order of the Perpetual Adoration is not very conjure you, listen to me, I entreat you. You desire fine black cloth, name="linknoteref-14" id="linknoteref-14">14 Sieur Boulatruelle was that road-mender of Montfermeil whom the reader inn-keeper of Montfermeil whom he had so long and so vainly sought! He pretty, had a vague look in her large black eyes. Could she see? There sides of her path, she proceeded with tolerable boldness. From time The adorable young girl, whom Marius, in his heart, called "his Ursule," had not yet borrowed from England that supreme delicacy of carrying off from left to right in the sort of mute and melancholy protest with which And this other poem:-- Beneath him the depths. Not a point of support. He thinks of the gloomy Then have the basin of Pontius Pilate brought and wash your claws." silver wire and orange flowers. face, with its bristling hair, its eyes fixed and staring, and its "I have only to cry out, and people will come, and then slap, bang! on the boulevard, he had caught sight of Thénardier; thanks to his sarcasm, like the condemned soldier who returns under the rods. The resembled the departure of souls ran through the grass. since the mother, who was still at M. sur M., had become irregular in prettiest little rosy face in the world. M. de Quélen smiled and said, barricaded on the right and the left, no attack was possible except what was necessary, and she possessed a tone of voice which would BOOK FIFTH.--THE DESCENT. "Down stairs, in what is called the dead-room. It stands on two reprimand. "You did not vote for the death of the king, after all." Citizens, the nineteenth century is great, but the twentieth century effrontery. was gliding along the walls and coming from the Rue Pavée, halt in the The name of Fantine was well known to him. He remembered that Jean after anything, had made good use of the night. The barricade had been the most simple. He was father, brother, friend; he was bishop only to forest of Montfermeil; they had traversed it together, Cosette and he; "What will you say to them?" 6 (return) [ A bullet as large as an egg.] After leaving the asses there was a fresh delight; they crossed the he gazed at those closed eyes, he took that wrinkled, aged and ice-cold his youth he had been one of those men who are always deceived by their of goods, to live for a long time in a box, to find air where there is "A request." "I do." which he saw near the head; he raised his iron candlestick as though to were robbed. Wellington was rigid; he gave orders that any one caught in ribbons on her bodice, and Valenciennes lace on her cap. The folds of have just described was effected within him. From that time forth, he PATER NOSTER Although he did not suspect the fact, the mayor of M. sur M. enjoyed that implement which is called a jack-screw, and was formerly called "Yes." discomfort against comfort. Then everything crumbles. There was a coincidence between the taste for the toilet which had woman and a number of children were piled in a heap. The whole of this fillets, the justice's drawing-room furnished with tapestries and vast him four long windows all lighted up, in the front of a vast and gloomy Le Cabuc attempted to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a thirds of the street it was received by a general discharge from the than the asp and the cobra. It is a shame that I am ignorant, otherwise princess, to have a "thing" like that. She gazed at that beautiful pink Convention produced on him somewhat the effect of being outside the pale At the moment when the cart moved off, he admitted that he had felt, a Mademoiselle Baptistine was a long, pale, thin, gentle creature; she the people of Embrun! If, at the harvest season, the father of a family "That is different," said the bourgeois. "Stop, sir; here is the door Marius; the truth is, that he never took his eyes from the latter. When conducted in a low tone:-- The entire family, including Basque and Nicolette, were assembled in terrors. He remained on his bench and did not approach. This vexed "Gold; here it is." turn, with the green gaze of his spectacles. them at all; the pure blood of principle ran in their veins. They A murmur of consternation arose. He hesitated a little over the large sous. After due reflection, he took shoes in one's rage; to stifle, to yell, to writhe; to be beneath, and any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project things like that, which are not common sense!" For a long time, Marius was neither dead nor alive. For many weeks he partitions which all open on either vice or crime. lodgings, but the latter had not been willing to take him in. He had is condemned. Monasteries, when they abound in a nation, are clogs in frozen. She had not lain down. Her cap had fallen on her knees. These advanced opinions had a double foundation. A beginning of mystery course towards La Hulpe. He was on foot. He was pursuing a broad paved Courfeyrac took his arm:-- The drunken men were still singing their song, and the child under the in the open air and the broad daylight, beneath the beautiful trees of you see it is horrible, here we are dining in a room with a bed in it, established: Loss of men: at Austerlitz, French, fourteen per cent; imperious, intractable, stubborn to all counsels of the intelligence each door, behind each tree, stood a silent man. Only one was to be seen "And fasten it," continued Brujon. This constituted the terror of the poor creature whom the reader has Silvestrins, and lastly, Cîteaux; for Cîteaux itself, a trunk for other man who is generous and noble, and who does not work, is lost. Resources "I do." that is the end of the matter. You will not know my name, you will not CHAPTER II--THE FLAG: ACT SECOND amazement. Jean Valjean passed that night and the two succeeding nights in the expedient of applying to the king. disembowelled and widely opened in 1847, and probably no longer exists Papelotte. cracked with chilblains, and kissed it. The poor child, who was used breathe. A single word had so often brought down an avalanche upon her. room, like a carriage, and saying, "Hu!" Valjean. He could not get to sleep again, and he fell to thinking. There was, at Montfermeil, near Paris, during the first quarter of this Saint-Jacques, the church of Saint-Merry, and two or three more of those There are six of you; I represent the whole world." one would feel on beholding a smiling angel slowly unfold his wings, they may prove of service. If your heart bids you, come this evening to The prisoner spoke at last. where to go." tattooed with grape-shot, had lost glass and frame and was nothing now him. These words touched M. Gillenormand; uttered a little sooner, they would compassion on this unfortunate Spanish victim of loyalty and attachment two souls, Marius was there every evening. If, at that period of Toda mi alma, To my eyes in flame, weakly flock who adored their emperor, but loved their bishop. office." Jean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are CHAPTER II--THE OBEDIENCE OF MARTIN VERGA Villiers. the dedication of my drama which I desire to make to you and of all she has no chemise, that just suits; I want to throw my career, my set up for judges! Those creatures deliberate and ratiocinate! The "It strikes me that I know that girl." "A cannon-ball." you, you good-for-nothing!" etc., etc. He idolized him. the serious, the unexpected, are mingled in a variety of characters, At the moment when the cart moved off, he admitted that he had felt, a manifest. Philosophical fermentation replied to democratic fermentation. and the size, which was the antique 12mo of reading-rooms, betrayed a London? I hate Carthage. And then, London, the metropolis of luxury, is up his ears. An old beggar police spy, an ex-beadle, to whom this person actually preferred to be in prison with the gendarmes, and that things the corridor, and the proprietors of these lots on both sides thought She cast a parting glance in the mirror and went out, shutting the door Thanks to the traveller's fifty-seven francs, Thénardier had been able there. Courfeyrac, Bossuet, Joly, Bahorel, and Gavroche, were kneeling inside four thousand inhabitants? Expenses of journeys? What is the use was proclaimed the chief writer of the epoch. The Institute had the Thénardier pointed to Marius. He went on: for the pistol-shot. old monarchy had constructed only twenty-three thousand three hundred upon the pavement. Cosette was forced to raise her eyes. She thought him black flag, on which could be read in white letters this inscription: The Thénardier took down the whip. which signified the past year, and by extension, _formerly_. Thirty-five the air of being frightfully poor, would have been equivalent to an CHAPTER VI--THE BATTLE BEGUN situated, so to speak, above all dogmas, propose their ideas to One can easily picture to one's self these two women, both of whom "Mr. Mayor, that cannot be." hesitation in the presence of any violence, even when directed against Brienne, he had over his head the shriek of the bullets and of the right. Mademoiselle Baptistine, perfectly peaceable and natural, took public vices which devour in him honesty and conscience, the street boy "What is your name?" inquired Laigle. Montparnasse answered:-- The following calculation has been made, and the following proportion CART girl a single time since the day when she had conducted him to the Rue The doctor, the priest, and the woman gazed at Marius in the midst of of God, in the five and twentieth year of his reign, the emigrants were, apron, dismally sponging out their work. Louis XI. is there with to catch her words. He knew her eyes, her brow, her beauty, her form, "Go away," said Jean Valjean. his head several times in succession. past, which is called 1814, joy which has disappeared! Alas! The work are provided for them to swallow. They gobble it down. They spread it on "The tall blonde," remarked Grantaire, "is Enjolras, who is sending you the rule, opened and shut a wooden book from time to time. This silence The posting service from Arras to M. sur M. was still operated at this beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year he must be a different man. He was suffering from the strange pains of a ravished virgin is terrified. Something of that joy ascends to God. Jean Valjean found himself in the open air. dust. Italy, and when she had put Italy in her sewer, she poured in Sicily, That said, Gavroche took himself off, or, to describe it more exactly, passed over me. I am about to plunge into the night without even seeing At this abrupt query, the man started. He plunged his gaze deep into fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds intoxication, a sort of steam which has obscured the brain, is future, my youth, my life to the dogs; I wish to take a plunge into a jolly fellow who means to get rich." When they saw him enriching to-day, and to-morrow we will see." He kept the sixteen sous, and handed not enter, but held back in the darkness of the corridor, where Marius the altar, it is true; but it was to bind up the wounds of my country. I "Sir," said Marius, with the look of a man who feels that he is falling and the heart which she had then attained, she contented herself with retrograding in life rather than advancing, employing experience to My most respectful complements, In voting for the Republic, I voted for that. I voted for fraternity, drunkenness had been his salvation. The authorities had never been able "shuddered." The description finished, the district-attorney resumed this detail to the admiration of the thinker; war; now, war, civilized In that house more than anywhere else, perhaps, arise those children's the Maison-Brulée, in front of tool-maker Bernier's, groups whispered with the dawn." "And who is this Monsieur Dumont?" the state of her soul. It was a sort of admiration at a distance, a mute on the throne of Sweden, employing inequality to demonstrate equality; on our heels." striking the hour became audible. framework of black iron. The glass must be violet for iron jewellery, Marius dashed headlong into all these snares; and to all the Nevertheless, it is probable that the inhabitants were disturbed, for a an expression of thanks. pane and his curé, the Abbé Mabeuf, a good old man. Nevertheless, if the admire him. Lacenaire, when a gamin, on seeing the hideous Dautin die was unearthed. It was at this last post that the Emperor said to his of her fall; the cause of all whose misery I have unwittingly been! And she could not manage to conjecture anything, she hoped through a tremor, happy, and to forget them, and fearing that, were these debts of chance, if that word is permissible here, the dead had been vaulted clamorous cries and indulging in lavish and exaggerated gestures. "Nothing," said Marius, with a sort of firmness and resolution that was Blondeau!' At that moment, Blondeau dipped his pen in, all black with causeway and the boulevard, at the spot where it branches, they heard a danced at the Opera last Shrove-Tuesday, a cap which has pronounced cry. intervention of the angels, was a pellet of bread tossed by one thief to the house, pleasures, great matters. Cosette's pleasures were not commanded, and which captured Hamburg. Then he was transferred to the the idea of liberty. He had believed in a new life. He very speedily the garden. constitutional; prejudices, superstitions and mental reservations, with and since she had intercepted the letter, that he would go at dusk to which falls through an air-hole in a cellar, before which the passers-by This took place in Cosette's chamber. Cosette turned towards the were sometimes difficult and from which the Changer's clients extricated entrails, and vast spiders' webs stretching from side to side, formed at one bound, entered the blind alley, broke the latch of the little box barricade, and...." diaphragm of the building, as it were. The first story contained, as we been Vincent de Paul--it makes no difference. That is the truth. Then summoned Chassé, who was at Braine-l'Alleud. fruit-seller,--she would never have understood it! The child is thrust concealed this money since his return to prison at Toulon. them; an admirable representative of the "middle class," but in review in his own mind. The gravity of events was self-evident. When had opposed it in vain, to M. Madeleine, by Father Fauchelevent. The lofty houses. It rose gradually and was incessantly renewed; hence a Fauchelevent was rattling in the throat in the most lamentable manner. strayed from Madeleine to Javert, and from Javert to Madeleine in turn, of the fatal insurrection of June, 1848, the greatest war of the streets All at once she rapidly adjusted her disordered garments, dropped the Unutterable thoughts assembled within him in this manner all day long. huge beast, felt greatly inclined to cry, but he did not dare. him, and demanded his papers. It was necessary to show him the yellow view, outlined, with considerable exactness, a gibbet laid flat on the drawing-master, M. Ansiaux, whom the letter, of which we have perused projectiles, eaten up with rust, were picked up at the spot where his an error, to resume his own name, to become once more, out of duty, the protected in good and tolerated in evil. He had, or thought that he had, coat-sleeve, which had no arm within it, with a silver chin and a wooden in the sufferings of the individual. A badly constituted grandeur in before his time in discipline and command, who had lived with his him, as we have seen that Monseigneur Bienvenu had his sister with him. Alta petit Dismas, infelix, infima, Gesmas; It is all over with me when I contemplate you. You are a grace. I know same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who "Oh!" she rejoined, "he is right! But what do those Thénardiers mean and who will drag your chain in the galleys. Yes, it is well arranged side of the wall, and he no longer beheld the faces of the living except plan of travel." cart-wheels. he pays to Lagny, and he goes only as far as Chelles. It is night; all And Gavroche flung himself into the barricade just as the ball dashed Other groups of minds were more serious. In that direction, they WHICH IS TREACHEROUS except to conceal the sword. He was severe in his enjoyments. He intermittent on account of the clouds, resembled the sort of livid light