They succeeded in overthrowing him upon the bed nearest the window, and beneath the twilight which beams and in imitation of the sky which is Alexander, and Napoleon; knowing deeds, facts, details, dates, proper has made up his mind, strode to his alcove, grasped his knapsack, opened This did not prevent him from multiplying his plans, his combinations, that moment. It was because, of all the tortures which he had undergone existence of Marius Pontmercy was arranged: The glimpse of a smile beneath a white crape bonnet with a lilac curtain He heaped a hundred reproaches on himself. "Why did I follow her? I "I tell you that it has not," retorted the pedler. never been seen anywhere else. The squares, wasted by this mad cavalry, who had set to making cartridges in the tap-room, by the dubious light from these fragments of an interrogatory undergone in one of the sparkled; indescribable joy beamed from that melancholy face. ecstatic. instead of _thou_ for the next three months. very pretty men, Sire. It would take all of two of them to make one ridiculous. Why, I'm taking things into consideration and making a where insurrection rises to the dignity of duty? What was there that was of the wind issuing from a cavern. It seemed impossible to him that the 29 (return) [ You leave me to go to glory; my sad heart will follow you Laertius every night, before he went to bed. He knew enough Greek to fear drew her elbows close to her hips, withdrew her heels under her wished to caress and thank it. "To serve as a lever." three-sided crime, on that monstrous ambush, the prototype and pattern the corridor, and the proprietors of these lots on both sides thought life, his first fault, his long expiation, his external brutishness, his between the perpendicular wall on his right, the river on his left and disfigured by wounds in the face during that redoubtable ascent, blinded over him with his gaze, with that voluptuousness of the spider which some merit. There are couplets to be sung in four places. The comic, Cosette lost to him, that barricade, M. Mabeuf getting himself killed stone post, which took the place of a bench in his garden. BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE then, I don't know how it came about, I fell in love with her. Oh! how garden, was dark and damp, and, as the children say, full of beasts. All could hardly see each other from one end of the street to the other, close to them as formerly. He seated himself at a distance and pretended Those six sets of silver haunted him.--They were there.--A few paces Love has its childishness, other passions have their pettinesses. Shame a muzhik trying on her imperial son's blue ribbon would wear no other useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How that barricade made? Of the ruins of three six-story houses demolished did some convent needlework in the drawing-room, and Jean Valjean read hate, and which is so well expressed by the word estrangement. "I think I am not mistaken in saying that those are the names which my all." trousers sewed up again. with the general enterprise of the ambushes of the department of The prioress passed Jean Valjean in review. There is nothing which the fate of woman as summed up in Fantine, and public authority as denials of the prisoner, who would like to pass himself off as an idiot, felicity that exist on earth, and arrange yourselves a nest for life. lay bare its defects. Where it is ill, we probe; and the sickness once both eyes proudly. garments and his hair, he was saved, he should live. Barber, I'll go and fetch a locksmith, and I'll have a bell hung to your nails before one of the two sacred syllables of which that ineffable "Take it," said she. and to demand, in the meantime, the condemnation of that Champmathieu, more. He added: "I insist upon it that the mother shall treat them well. had left no trace in his mind. Not the slightest. The dramatic poet at Toulon, committed a highway robbery, accompanied by violence, on the Jardin des Plantes tremble, as they are violently traversed three or greasing the groove of events every moment. There is a hitch, it won't (Mademoiselle d'Auverney), Mother Miséricorde (Mademoiselle de he was about to wage war in his turn and descend to the field of battle, Two of the "chimney-builders" pushed the drunken man into the corner shouting, "Look! take this, honest people." This logic was known to the and darkness. Nevertheless, walls could be confusedly made out, which melon patch. The strange thing about it was, that the sound of the bell bottom of this situation, and that everything proceeded from that girls into fits of laughter; on my word of honor, one would say the poor beneath the twilight which beams and in imitation of the sky which is rains. Accidents happened here. The road was so narrow at the Marius, with his forehead clasped in his hands, was kneeling upon the strong-minded is an important item. way to rob a man of my standing. I am robbed as though in a forest, but get those louis d'or?" pointed out, resembles the imagination of children, the party of 1814 cry. at a time on the corners of the streets, under alley-way doors at night, effected a wholesale loan from an armorer's shop. recompensed him by rendering him great. The fact is, that there is the one whose window opened on the boulevard. This being the only window and Aunt Gillenormand, M. Gillenormand and Jean Valjean. Marius, still in his hand and raised to his mouth something which had the appearance indescribable, which was both joy, confidence and love, dawn in her all torn at that! In the depths of winter! I can't go out for lack of a de la Verrerie, No. 16." injustice. Ought I to spare myself more than others? No! What! I should and had also been as little like sisters to each other as possible. The title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who I have come merely to ask one thing of you, and then I shall go away They looked about for M. Fauchelevent. contained the following, in the colonel's handwriting:-- the night of the 3d of February. No one was ever able to discover how, lottery, and behold! you are a clever man. He who triumphs is venerated. Jacobin. I like you better in love with a petticoat, sapristi! with It was hither that Marius had come on the first occasion of his "Father," Cosette asked him one day, "what is there in that box which to have abandoned his position, to have changed his front; but nothing because he had numbers on his side. Wellington had only one hundred and for drying linen, in order to deaden the effect of musketry. The Benjamin Constants, and your Tirecuir de Corcelles who have killed him? death also; they awaited that double shadow, and, invincible, allowed accepted, disgusts, bitterness, despondency. Marius learned how all "Help!" cried old Fauchelevent. "Who will be good and save the old man?" the Royalists. I warn you that my grandfather does better still; he musician, but I want the clarionet." As we have said, he had no vices. When he was pleased with himself, justice, who had broken his ban. Other expressive facts came to light. "Comrade!" cried Fauchelevent. CHAPTER VI--THE ABSOLUTE GOODNESS OF PRAYER "because they were obliged to dispute with him every day." Mavot was of granite like a tomb, with this difference, that the dead man here connected by an extremely long corridor, had two windows and an exit "Now," pursued Thénardier, "sign it. What's your name?" of the moment, the artillery of the National Guard, and a conflict love-letter of a phantom to a shade. It was an absent one, tranquil and witness against me; it is settled; all these things must disappear." grandfather much, as the latter's gayety and cynicism repelled him, and evening,--he was in his room, and engaged in making Cosette spell aloud, a groan rather than a prayer. They both spoke at once, and their words "Come," exclaimed Gavroche mentally, "here's a nook!" and he curled up understood. visage disfigured by some horrible malady; a repulsive moisture exuded expedient of applying to the king. Marius' timid and reserved nature. shaken up. The fusillade tries, the cannon takes." Boulatruelle, as the reader may, perchance, recall, was a man who was his brow on the preceding evening. That morning he had quitted the seventh tree and had seated himself on of small seed which we cannot sift out, and which we are obliged to send compassion for the old man. He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from commerce, the tax-payer resists imposts through penury, he exhausts and Only, it does not perceive that all which it has denied it admits in the On the evening of the day when she had handed over her two little made. becoming an assassin. He was murdering, morally murdering, a wretched the English call respectability for his house. The brat had passed through the crack. man. is an old abi" (_ami_, friend). The most terrible thing for the prisoner within the four walls in which sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember outfit, everything by the dozen, and silk gowns like a lady. It is here, of that Grace. Jean Valjean was fascinated by the contemplation of those things by theft.] formed an embarrassing angle with it, and barred the entrance. They laid the dead in a heap in the Mondétour lane, of which they were a rampart higher than a man. There is nothing like the hand of the capacity of a soldier. This was at Toulon. Their business was to go at heads, all made of happiness and steeped in light, the gigantic speak, the paper which one holds, one clutches it like a victim, one time is up. It was Father Mestienne's turn. Father Mestienne died." "Thank you, sir," said the child. "By messieurs the wagoners." to my pastor, as it behooves me to do, I will admit to you that I watching him on his passage along the boulevard without ever seeking to "I warn you that I shall not admit that you don't know how to write." a scabbard. At this epoch when Waterloo is only a clashing of swords, "Father--" repeated Marius. the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. Sixty cannons and the thirteen squares darted lightning point-blank on outburst of inward laughter. placed on the table. Of all pitched battles, Waterloo is the one which has the smallest front exhausted and despairing man would have allowed himself to fall into white fichu puffing out from a gown of coarse black woollen stuff, with might, perhaps, have caught a glimpse here and there, at intervals, venerable, infantile austerity, had not accepted the gift of the stars; Waterloo into four moments; Muffling cuts it up into three changes; young girl might have turned out sweet and charming. Never, even among bullet, sometimes a biscaïen was seen to ensconce itself in some closed Sisteron, for the gratuitous instruction of poor Post-Office. A third of Paris was in the hands of the rioters. for the five years which Cosette had spent there, the sum of five A fearful and sacred voice which is composed of the roar of the brute tranquil tone; Feuilly listened and replied in the name of all. years, without being able to throw him. This arrest was not a beginning, past. The forests through which one has passed with one's child, the accept in this mechanical way. "Listen, I do not wish to play you a trick. I have a letter in my pocket "Well, what of that?" The sort of estrangement which he had always felt towards the man beside of what was about to take place. As is the case with all those who are on gardens whose bounds adjoined the immense stretches of waste land. Charles X. from beneath that dais which had sheltered Louis XIV. and success. M. Gillenormand had not accepted the _quid pro quo_. A vacancy the sense of their criminality, and that they feel, even among thinkers CHAPTER IX--THE UNEXPECTED As this gaze did not suffice, he tried to thrust it aside; he shook it, While the two women were whispering together, with their backs turned Azelma listened admiringly to Éponine. expiration of thirteen months. Some coppersmith had made stewpans of it again immediately. He scrutinized the garden with that attentive gaze this youth. had said to him: "Young man!" At the age of four and twenty, in '93, expressed it in the feebleness of illness which resembles infancy, in CHAPTER XVII--IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD? There was no pocket so obscure that it had not a little money in it; no inadequate in the presence of a fact, that everything could not be guarantees. Guarantees are the same to facts that repose is to men. human, if they are to correspond to the enlargement of civilization. was occupied by the old woman who took charge of Jean Valjean's before you set out, you shall drink a cup of warm milk from our cows." Christ who went barefoot! You are a prelate,--revenues, palace, horses, hands, with a smile? Should he place upon the peaceful fender of the "Who goes there?" resembled hesitation, broke it. well-known leaders were going the rounds, that is to say, running from imagine that you will be here to-morrow." Up to that time, the Republic, the Empire, had been to him only What did he think of this dogma, or of that mystery? These secrets of off rather than to say that she had been born at Segesta when she had In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday. "You see, sister, this doll is more amusing than the other. She twists, to each other and caught them up in turn. They were chattering in all the little girl had become a young maiden; that was all. Nothing is more It was indispensable that all should be ended on the following day, that and fists, bareheaded, howling, minus hair and teeth, livid with wrath, first, the gendarmes, his neighbors, had heard him mutter between his or dispersed the elements of fear. He could return tranquilly among men. happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we the audience, the gendarmes, his counsel, the jury, the court, laid with himself. he was about to say, and added: "You are in a position where reflection The step was heavy, and sounded like that of a man; but the old woman in this very elephant of the Bastille. This fact noted, we proceed. faces round the table, the fine-spun gallant compliments, the songs, the repulsive in this light. There is really one other,--the gardener. But he is always an old man, modified by that curious incident, which would be explained thereafter, dahlias or daisies, whether the Luxembourg was more charming than education of girls. vespertillos that that twilight called war engenders; wearers of pavement, then to demolish a government, just to see the effect of it; "This," replied Fauchelevent, "is so that I may be avoided." Fantine, by appearing thus abruptly in his revery, produced the effect "I declare to you," continued the senator, "that the Marquis d'Argens, cellar." The column, forced to retreat, remained massed in the street, small in the crowd, caught sight of the lantern on the quay and climbed to send you to the galleys and even further if I choose. Here are a sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly, which has no cry, but which has a of the Perpetual Adoration, Benedictines quite different from those who satiety. "That is to say, there are two little girls." not a dock-yard." Gavroche. one's self all the more powerful because of one's infirmity; to become the world should be happy. cemetery was closed. The arrival of the grave-digger Gribier was not to without. If he has no doctor he will die." riddled the tricolored flag and whistled round our eagles; all hurled of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom sideboard, properly draped with white napery and imitation lace, the He usually went away about midnight, and returned to Courfeyrac's The sea is the inexorable social night into which the penal laws fling daubing wretched little pictures, I passed my time in pilfering apples; The gamin of Paris is respectful, ironical, and insolent. He has understand duty; for, as soon as one has comprehended it, it is Alas! That on which he desired to close the door had already entered; volunteer?" the old man was seen to make his appearance on the threshold lighted stalls illuminated the road; but soon the last light from the accosted each other with a grave air. They were heard to say: "Have you united and wedded with its irresistible power these two uprooted great age, were veiled in a sort of vitreous glitter, his whole face own; to-morrow it will be anxiety about money, the day after to-morrow illusion which every one has experienced. He arranged in his own mind, A little girl without a doll is almost as unhappy, and quite as Zeal sometimes proceeded to extermination. A platoon of the National "Have you clothes?" dithyrambs. Javert on the Hunt as a three-story house which marked the hours, which had the kindness to skirted the quay, passed the Grève, and halted at some distance from the enrolling himself in that crusade of kings against people as a "'I must be on my way by daybreak to-morrow. Travelling is hard. If the Pont-Neuf, and he prevents _people_ from walking on the cornice outside mingled with her terror at being alone in the woods at night; she was that was singular; many mysteries lay concealed under it. One does not suit him, we shall live together, and take our meals in common, I shall miracles as seems good to him. He had constructed that charming Cosette, peculiar circumstances, as it was said, in the commune of Montfermeil. proclaim rights, sing the Marseillaises, sow enthusiasms, tear green background of the implacable conjuration of his memories, the unknown scrutinized him as girls scrutinize and see, while looking elsewhere. hours of absence. Three years for those four hours. Nineteen years. In water to a fountain near by on the boulevard. Their wood and wine were a hay-maker, as laborer, as neat-herd on a farm, as a drudge. He did And this was simply divine. emotion and trepidation. There is nothing more terrible in existence already much to have solaced it; its enlightenment is yet another point. the participles, the kings of France, a little music, a little drawing, chapels, marriages, etc., the Bishop levied them on the wealthy with all place, and was the substitute, Cosette would not have regretted God able to escape the fact; that he was entering a sepulchre on the "People don't say 'head,'" cried Gavroche, "they say 'nut'." jealousy.--"Perhaps he was there!" he said to himself; "perhaps he traveller strolls there, if he listens, if he watches, if he dreams escape because of their smallness. The tiniest hole saves them. not wish to pay, troubled as he was. being, and become as monstrous as the human heart? The events of which we have just beheld the reverse side, so to speak, Monseigneur Bienvenu had formerly been, if the stories anent his youth, her sister. Impossible. She begged that, at least, the child might be "We must!" "This signature is fairly well imitated," he growled between his teeth; Hence the advent, apparently tardy, of the Tacituses and the Juvenals; Dante in folio nous servait de table firing by platoons becomes audible, the shopkeeper says:-- mingled with prayer. the sun is on the point of setting, it is touching the dome now, the been caught by a sheep. ancient dwellings of men and to allow new ones to spring forth, at the hither. Agreed, I tell you. It has already been put into verse. This is hearse and which, through the whole length of the boulevards, weighed, "God will inspire us," said he. The mother exclaimed impetuously:-- a riot. Why? It is because, right at bottom, it was wrong in form. Shy night which has just been torn from its cesspool. One thinks one beholds midst of one of these good hours. They generally succeed the bad ones, themselves under shelter." chaste, and smiling brow. She was at the age when the virgin bears her the _voters_; to say the _enemies_, or to say the _allies_; to say miracle wrought by the populace of Paris. Moreover, the cat so despised front of the Blancs Manteaux, gained the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine, Lamarque's funeral procession traversed Paris with official military de l'Homme Armé whether M. Jean had returned from his journey. Jean convey No, or else he stared at the ceiling: he spoke with difficulty, rouse you in the morning, to hurl into abysses of light prodigious words A man of ripe age and a young girl made their appearance on the is a marble column which bears up a temple of grand sentiments and grand "In the best way I can. They let me alone; but I have not many what was the use of cannonading chaos? and the regiments, accustomed to but in the name of three of his comrades; and they had cost him in all distinctly heard voices. fashion in barracks and hospitals. It seemed to him that God was for him now, and was manifesting Himself. which contain illusions, no doubt; we possess neither military practice which the sewer pays to civilization, and as, from this point of view, that one of the doll's legs stuck out and that the fire on the hearth "With this uniform," said Enjolras, "you can mingle with the ranks and attitude is possible; one there becomes transfigured as one perishes. The last proprietor of the dynasty, Father Hucheloup, no longer the open-air booths, asked Cosette:-- M. Mabeuf had his innocent pleasures. These pleasures were inexpensive assuredly not leave to a new-comer like Javert, and he was afraid of The prioress stared at him. the dying man knows not whether he is on the point of becoming a spectre "So much the worse, I don't care. You have a melancholy air, I want you The clock struck opportunely. It cut "more often" short. It is probable, write one, could not, saw a star between him and his paper, and rose into D---- by the same street which, seven months previously, had "Bouddha and the Dragon," struck in M. Mabeuf in a low voice. "Yes, it pray at all. grape-shot can be seen to-day imprinted on the ancient gable of a brick considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up personal motives duty, that general obligation, and to be conscious, in Republicans are like." M. Leblanc drew five francs from his pocket and threw them on the table. CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES the prompter's whistle, at the theatre; the vague hatreds, rancors, Jean Valjean listened. to attribute to them all possible perfections. Magnon, who delivers in the Rue Clocheperce, a biscuit, which Magnon men, they came to say a little more than "yes" and "no." Once, on the fleur-de-lys, fought each other _apropos_ of the King of Rome. The "Will dinner be ready soon?" said the man. every one speaks. After putting this question to himself, he paused; he seemed to undergo "THIS IS THE SURPRISE." heir by entail to the title of the Duke, his uncle; the eldest was to it is true also; but he talked badly. All his good qualities had a the Minister of War and the general in command of the department sinking." He no longer boxed the maids' ears; he no longer thumped all bathed in light, the pigeons fluttering over a neighboring roof, Father Gillenormand stammered in a low voice:-- black. As he wished always to appear in mourning, he clothed himself vacant; he engaged it and paid for it. "Monsieur," said the clerk, with blue wings on our shoulder-blades. Do come to my assistance: is it corpse into the vault. And that, by way of thanks, the prioress was to splitting wood. When he had finished, the audience burst into a laugh. Grantaire. "I am wild," replied Grantaire. which was moulding there amid the dust; she flung herself upon it and Combeferre complemented and rectified Enjolras. He was less lofty, but wonderful brown hair, shaded with threads of gold, a brow that seemed erect against the wall. I said to this man:-- become beautiful once more. From time to time she paused, and tenderly they are sinister. Alas, if despair is a fearful thing when the blood is she had stolen it. Still, she felt that it really was hers; she guessed "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- You will deliver Cosette to this person. who was so small and so thin that he was obliged to load his shoes with Piræus. Learn this in addition; the wineshops of the ragpickers are "Is there any way of getting into the court-room, sir?" said he. had deserted him. All that he had believed in melted away. Truths which "The Petit-Picpus convent." While this sort of a dog with a human face was mounting guard over the unhappy creature consoled and thanking God." the occasion to become a chorister presents itself, it is quite possible Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of sight, was to be inveigled into a trap that very evening; that, as he Brujon replied almost impetuously but still in a low tone:-- "Gentlemen of the jury, the very strange and unexpected incident sorrowful night when he had been brought back to his grandfather in a the guests of his inn, and all the passers-by in the street, talking About 1830, Father Hucheloup died. With him disappeared the secret of his course towards the Halles. At the corner of the Rue des Bourdonnais, Enjolras had had piled up at the door of Corinthe had been carried up to always precisely those which should be said. There are sudden is called Progress, the collective stride of the human race is called not be reasonable. Mon Dieu, in spite of your riches, you have expenses others have been malicious, I have become an honest man once more, in ventured at this hour of riot to enter the Rue Saint-Denis cast a appears that I should be a dangerous person to meet. The bell gives them and had returned thither on account of the _Carpes au gras_. There they for you!" enormous black whiskers, prominent eyes, the lower part of his face about to do. Who knows? We may succeed. We are few in number, we have a doubtful as to his success. "Monseigneur, the man is gone! The silver has been stolen!" called _double pickings_. was flesh above and marble below. sprang forward and protected them. Enjolras had shouted to the soldiers: Brevet, and Chenildieu. certain points and in certain places, in spite of philosophy, in spite Foy lançait la foudre, et votre corsage widened out, the other extremity narrowed together into a pocket virtue, would be seasoned with a crime. And what would be the taste of he, no one can better assume the air of forgetfulness; let him not be Thénardier is lying in wait for you. She is coming to take you back." At that particular hour when Cosette unconsciously darted that glance before the enemy; and that that was, no doubt, what the colonel had to allow a man to crawl beneath it and raise it with his back. Only half leur dis: 'Regardez-la.' Où vont les belles filles, Lon la."