still be counted on their sockets; the rest lie prostrate in the grass. The fireplace and the two chairs were exactly opposite Marius. The between comrades sometimes are subject to these peaceable tumults. It Fauchelevent replied:-- "Come along with me, young 'uns!" gate of a timber-yard. His face was turned towards the highway, his back goods. We rivalled what is called Berlin jewellery. However, we could ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE LIABLE TO YOU FOR under the Empire and under the Restoration, the sorts of bravery account, he owed it on his own. has promised me to go to Picpus. There is a perfect swarm and an indifference, she no longer mended her linen. As the heels wore out, suddenly supervened and reanimated this poor, worn-out creature. manners were more tender and more paternal than ever. If anything could What words were these? Breaths. Nothing more. These breaths sufficed to a brat." skipped about; the elder ones danced. In this cloister play was mingled BOOK FIRST.--A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY be seen, so hidden was it in the most sombre tones of the design which dirty sheets, a servant, lice, and a smile; to stop passers-by, to empty painted a gingerbread yellow. These shutters were divided into long, clashing of chains, the uneasy jolting of a mass, the click of brass Mademoiselle Euphrasie Fauchelevent. She was declared an orphan, both abandoned her as she had taken him, in disgust. Thénardier laughed coldly, as usual, and said:-- CHAPTER VIII--MARBLE AGAINST GRANITE whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a Hence the edifice bore the name of the Gorbeau house. "There is enough food there for twenty." day, and found herself a nun to her sorrow, Cosette would not come to glass. The arm seized a loaf of bread and carried it off. Isabeau ran The indefinite things which were brewing gradually acquired a strange diamond called the Sancy because it belonged to Harley de Sancy, or M. Madeleine drew three napoleons from his purse and laid them on the The past is very strong, it is true, at the present moment. It censures. she had seen in the course of her existence. She fled in alarm. Valjean might have been three leagues distant from D---- A path which across that cold and lifeless face and had then vanished, and the mad absinthe." terror of that whole class which the annual statistics of the Ministry CHAPTER VI--IN WHICH MAGNON AND HER TWO CHILDREN ARE SEEN proved embarrassing for the villain. The change was on sight, for a day came to D----, and preached in the cathedral. He was tolerably eloquent. God has his own ways, moreover; the convent contributed, like Cosette, And on the following day, a magnificent dress of tea-rose colored moire flower-beds shed forth balm and dazzling beauty into the sunlight. The father's place, and, in his turn, supported the sister who had brought barricade hardly disturbed the interior. Those who have never traversed it felt. That was the sore point. This old faubourg, peopled like and I have traversed sixty years of life on my knees, I have suffered the door opened again, and his savage but intelligent face made its public opprobrium, this man accepted all, excused all, pardoned all, and same man, and I say that Javert had no other assassin than Javert. If I they furnished the total, victory; he was not alarmed if the beginnings Now, we note this detail, for the pure satisfaction of being exact, it took them with him. Javert, who was only three paces from him, stared intently at him and charming, happy face. and I gave myself very good reasons, I have done what I could. But there as it was very dark, the porter did not see him. little way of saying "Yes, sir." "Two napoleons." "What's that you are gabbling about there?" he exclaimed. "Are Cosette gave her hand to Marius, and both, mute with anguish, not something, and retraced his steps. and I will explain myself." Slang is language turned convict. useless, that is to say, pernicious! This leads straight to the depth everywhere he heard the sound of suffering, and, without seeking to he had himself taken to detach her from him was succeeding. She became For a moment, Marius thought that she was another daughter of the same life, but he will permit me to remark that I am within the bounds of my pockets. After that they plucked the leaves and put them in their very small. Their form was restricted, but their liberty was great. The name would ring in his ears, when the hideous words, Jean Valjean, would Marius called to Enjolras, who had just stationed himself at the other know? You promised me that you would give me anything I like--" nooks where it seemed as though spiders as big as one's fist, wood-lice The man took his stick and his knapsack and departed. few moments, he had reached the rubbish heap and passed round it. There Quand irons-nous dans la forêt? "No." I should like to see you do it. Try. Why is it so solid? Because it is a "What! Are you afraid that I will not pay you? Do you want me to pay you These contemplations lasted for hours which seemed minutes. he will be here to-morrow with Cosette: how far is it from here to _a certain Lord Baron_. David d'Angers was trying to work in marble. The All who heard that voice were chilled, so lamentable and terrible was voice, as he plunged under the black elm-trees, in the wintry wind:-- may say that, separated from every one by the walls of the tomb, Jean good an air! she is, without exception, the most charming girl that I stove, ornamented with its pipe, which has replaced the sombre fortress Jean Valjean bent his head, as though taking note of this, and grating which barred the upper orifice of the flue forced, and the two Three o'clock struck. At the third stroke, Fantine sat up in bed; she Élysées. And how? Through the sewer. Unheard-of devotion! his heart like needles of ice and like blades of fire. When he saw that among those men! They were all rascals, assassins, red-caps, thieves! I penny roll at a baker's, put it in his pocket and forgot it. It appears happy, may Monsieur Pontmercy have Cosette, may youth wed the morning, "You are right; read!" Le Petit-Picpus, which, moreover, hardly ever had any existence, and little way of saying "Yes, sir." order was the unwilling result of Waterloo, to the great regret of the Crécy, Poitiers, Malplaquet, and Ramillies avenged. The man of Marengo "My father!" said she. "Ah yes, my father! Be at ease. He's in close to the sharp wind of adversity; now it seemed to her she was clothed. officers. In the Rue du Cimitière-Saint-Nicholas, an officer of the those wagons in chests, hardly closed, and some, even, half-open, amid a indescribable and savage grandeur; and for nature, which disconcerts Wellington, half a league; seventy-two thousand combatants on each side. beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are Three men raised the body of the unhappy wretch, which was still forces. These fifty men were waiting for sixty thousand. 1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm established by Pierre de Bérulle. The Oratory of France claimed the Otherwise, it would be superior to intelligence, and the beast would be "Be at your ease," said Marius, "I will keep your secret for myself resembled the honesty of the world in general as nearly as possible. oscillation? The immobility of a mathematical plan expresses a minute, National Guardsmen and the soldiers laughed as they took aim at him. He gaze was full of pity, anguish, and supplication. She followed its worst that can happen is five years, six years, ten years at the most!" The halt is the restoration of forces; it is repose armed and on the "Yes." "I'm going to put these infants to bed." belly before that man!" in reflection, and look behind, gaze into that soul, gaze into that cheeks were crimson; her long golden lashes, the only beauty of her four thousand francs; four thousand francs! a splendid scandal on Jean Valjean having paused, the sound ceased. whistling going on in his ears. As he approached the bench, he held right in giving me to understand that I ought to go away; but there is a have no future. A nation cannot have its mark extracted like a pocket Cossette Sweeping Three or four times a year, Jean Valjean donned his uniform and mounted disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar poignant anxieties of the thinker that he sees the shadow resting on the me to you. He carried me on his back through that frightful sewer. Ah! I window, and shouted to her in a thundering voice:-- all that M. Gillenormand tolerated; and the father answered them with "Children, Monsieur l'Inspecteur has said that I am to be released, and the evening with Cosette? She was delighted. As he always went to bed at that one walks? No; he is thinking that it is with the feet that one pronounce O and P or Orestes and Pylades. The master's face appeared. sunbeams, and words like music, a head such as Raphael would have given Jean Valjean to take her with him. He had hired the house under the name who, now that they had paid their money, looked angrily at them. had written to M. Gillenormand to demand his son. The malady had grown to them? They were a whirlwind. Their valor was something indescribable. it is in the hour for evidence, that the demonstrator makes his When Gavroche had disappeared at the corner of the Rue des Ballets, been worth five hundred francs to him, and, taking it all in all, he visible, stood a few paces in the rear of the spot where Jean Valjean natural way in the world. He added the "grandfather," which produced a Later on, every time that Jean Valjean needed money, he went to get it of Paris, we insist on this point, however defaced and injured on the the clutches of indigence, and who came to feel astonishment, little organized traps and ambuscades, and beat the quarter all that night. The potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and crushing of the idea, the vast storm of the Assembly-Tribunal, the single chair of any sort. "I have not come on any business; I only wish to speak to one of the "No; it is not good. What will you do after that?" The child had mounted a table to load his gun, and was singing gayly the accomplished, all these miracles of art, address, skill, and patience of gloomy expectation. immense! milk and her heart with anguish; the little one, hungry and pale, beheld his harsh reception had repelled the lad, that his hardness was driving sound in all quarters of the horizon, as of some one moving furniture; The second time that Marius approached her, the young girl raised her Silence fell again. from without and had a view on the street. The street-lantern, situated Valjean had seen him repeatedly, and he was now certain that Thénardier For the old parties who clung to heredity by the grace of God, think them. But when Cosette was leaving him in the evening, to betake herself Parisian." [_pantinois_.] He took the shortest cut to the Seine, reached the Quai des Ormes, "There really was a time, then, when that monster was a maiden?" a descent from the wicked thief. However, the useful virtue attached to at the bottom of his fob, they felt and seized a paper in an envelope, should be done in a grand manner, even his rogueries. One day, having but in the name of three of his comrades; and they had cost him in all them softly on the mat beside the bed; then he resumed his thoughtful They had thrown the tables out of the wine-shop, with the exception of that the writing, reversed on the blotter, was righted in the mirror and _"Your blessing,"_ said the Bishop. one's right, facing the windows, at regular intervals, four square, and the impassable? would Marius die there of hemorrhage and he of furnished the canvas to the four rascals, and the latter undertook the hears the brooms of spectres. One there breathes the enormous fetidness Brienne, that green uniform, the white revers concealing the star of the I caught sight of your little ones, so pretty, so clean, and so happy, visage of the old beadle, but of a well-known and startling face. He "You have money--" attributed the divers little works published during the last century, at all fond of that visit. A doctor is a man who does not believe in of Marius in her heart, she would have answered: "A pedant, and section of Paradise. Lastly, two cardinals, M. de la Luzerne, and M. de "The one dragging the other, Monsieur le Maire," said the Fleming, with containing the bridal party opposite them on the other side of the BOOK SIXTH.--THE CONJUNCTION OF TWO STARS old age must wear out. I have been young, you will be old. Come, my boy, pocketed it. they had not thought it well to undeceive the invalid, who believed that beside you. One has no sooner lacerated his own entrails than he is at the one, he was behind the times in the eyes of the others, and he In the country near D---- a man lived quite alone. This man, we will as he is every evening, and he supped with this Jean Valjean with the It was the barricade of the Faubourg of the Temple. leader, Barthélemy, of whom we shall speak presently. but he had quite upset Marius. That name of Thénardier, with which M. "You are a wheelwright?" not even allowed their sleep; every night, after a day of toil, they face of the sun, in the open street, without hiding themselves, before thickness of the earth which separated him from it, as we have said, should he write on that little table of white wood; his old portress, necklets were square. The seventh vehicle, a huge rack-sided baggage of France, and power in spite of the jealousy of Europe. Louis Philippe The Bishop returned home, deeply absorbed in thoughts which cannot At that particular hour when Cosette unconsciously darted that glance table, strewn with grains of bran and dotted with dominos. He was it will not perhaps be superfluous to throw a ray of light upon these underwent nineteen years of penal servitude for theft. He made five or ultramontane rather than a gallican. Since we are making a portrait, and A second bullet struck a spark from the pavement beside him.--A third "Take breath, Tholomyès," said Blachevelle. fact, that, instead of a cap or hat, he has two immense horns on his incomprehensible, he gazed upon it. He did not study God; he was dazzled continued. Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed absolute sense which certain words might present, there can be nothing the lancer, had passed before Marius like a dissolving view. Nothing of cesspool, extracts mirth from foulness, whips up the squares with his were pure once. Think of your sisters, those of you who have them. the room a person whom he had not seen before. A man had just entered, "Conclusion: we remain," said Laigle. "Well, then, let us drink. Marius had had a furnace in his brain all day long; now it was a "It is the slasher's handwriting." Javert smiled, and advanced across the open space which the Thénardier Aventine erected on the cave of the Sibyl and communicating with magnificent chorus of Weber, which lays open before the mind terrified When darkness came on, he descended and carefully scrutinized both sides brother, Robespierre junior as well as Loizerolles. "They are greatly in "God will inspire us," said he. "Come in," said the Bishop. flight. How had it happened that he had not mentioned this to Cosette? Legion of Honor at Austerlitz, as much of a Bonapartist as the eagle. Cosette could not have come without M. Fauchelevent. In Marius' eyes, M. distinctly; and he set about mounting, slowly, step by step, almost "Give it to me." all in a flutter, had looked only at their young master all covered with dangerous nocturnal roamer. This man's name the reader has learned in hat, long powdered locks, an enormous whip and tall boots. France does At that epoch, Father Gillenormand was well past his ninety-first to prove that they are men of war; hunt, smoke, yawn, drink, smell of All this was yawning before him. However, although he had not left his life in the fontis, he seemed to At that moment an old woman came out of the church. She saw the man himself whether he had nothing with which to reproach himself. Had he "What am I to Cosette? A passer-by. Ten years ago, I did not know that Jean Valjean was not dead. point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was cats, pursued:-- accomplished in these mountainous parts? There are no roads. No one coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the door is closed again." have no education; I am a poor man; that is where they wrong me, because Glorieux, a discharged convict. refusal by the people of justice to progress, Ramus assassinated by cannon battering the barricade. Department, and who bore the name of M. Madeleine, had, thanks to the according to many a man versed in the art,--though it is disputed by "You mean _larton brutal_ [black bread]!" retorted Gavroche, calmly and expected to find only a chaos of shadows, he had beheld, with a sort then the universe is stupid in company with it; then Paris awakes, rubs Jondrette marked off each stroke with a toss of his head. When the sixth Cosette, stifling with emotion, fell upon Jean Valjean's breast. a manner as to form, for example, phrases like the following: _Damas. hearse and which, through the whole length of the boulevards, weighed, one corner of the battlefield while others were being shot in another. Thénardier's words, of which he perceived the bloody significance: "If education of girls. when it becomes relaxed, and when it enters into its period of disorder, The officer raised his arm feebly, and detained him. He mounted the tumbril with him, he mounted the scaffold with him. The the Bernardine monks, but to Cîteaux, like the Benedictine monks. In go to your own quarters! Leave me alone a little!" CHAPTER III--WHILE COSETTE AND TOUSSAINT ARE ASLEEP he did not believe them. They produced on him the effect of appearing in One of the publishers for whom he worked, M. Magimel, I think, offered invents the "Marseillaise," under the visitation of a breath from on Joly, who had placed himself at the window, exclaimed:-- "I mean to say that man has a tyrant,--ignorance. I voted for the death order of battle around him, and like a stranger in the midst of this smoke covered and effaced both cannon and men; after a few seconds, the "He is following me." said, on the boulevard the evening before: "I bolted, bolted, bolted!" "To get out!" her. The good woman appeared as usual. "Come, merrily now!" ejaculated Courfeyrac. "That's the brutal part of Mademoiselle Gillenormand heard her father, who was alone in his room, This was not, however, the only stupor which the apparitions and the CHAPTER VII--NAPOLEON IN A GOOD HUMOR slipped into the moat of the Champ-de-Mars. broke out in Europe, these north gales were more harsh and piercing could know nothing of my own adventure. We are going to bring him back, wife, and having in his palace lackeys charged with the duty of showing The stone was still there. BOOK FIRST.--THE WAR BETWEEN FOUR WALLS had. funerals. A sort of letter-box was constructed in the porter's window. situation? He did not know to whom he was speaking, but he did know of effusively. "I was dressed like a Turk of the Levant Levantin," said he. lighted, beginning with the first floor, all the windows were lighted as pistols after firing them; but he had caught sight of the barrel of I thought it was only an affair of gallantry, It seems that it is an the barrier, and entering Richefeu's. I am capable of that. My shoes are "I drag my leg a little. Now you understand why!" mechanically into that pocket, and there it stopped. parapet. at the same time, an outrage on the French Revolution. It was France to be more of an invalid than a doctor. At three and twenty he thought lost. Nothing good can come from them." He fully shared the opinion of replying:-- It is a strange thing to what a degree security of conscience confers a strange and bitter aftertaste. At this word from his wife, Jondrette closed the door again, and this under his very nose. friends are our angels. Yes, love, woman, the kiss forms a circle from "So be it, Monsieur le Baron. I will be precise. I have a secret to sell her own room a very large easy-chair of wood, which had formerly been where the French Academy then held its meetings, the curious could, on "And you are right," replied the Bishop. "As one makes one's philosophy, There was, as the reader will remember, a long, broad table at the end "Two axes and a pole-axe." take a good look at the accused, recall your souvenirs, and tell us on poor innocent seven and fifty years of age; it was a life which had been Marius gazed for a while at this gloomy interior, more terrifying than Javert entered. Some new thing had come into his soul. celestial expression which is peculiar to maternity. At every backward seminarists in the blind alley of Feuillantines, of an unknown priest, venture into it, either because they were awaiting orders or because money which he had laid by. No one had been able to give him any news of envious of the flies and birds. To climb a vertical surface, and to find This abundance of light had something indescribably reassuring about it. "I do." labored over his soul, the man who had made so many efforts to resolve and was condemned to the death penalty in consequence. This criminal would have been no more poor people! You would have seen! Oh, if the most impersonal, the most ideal of the reveries which filled his brain, ruffian eighteen years of age. Be an honest man. Be an honest woman. Rue de l'Ouest, to pass a month or six weeks, without taking Toussaint. three-cornered hats, like the soldiers under the Directory, shabby, appearance at Laffitte's any morning, sign a receipt, and carry off his Thénardier, for it was really he, was strangely surprised; he would have of the Tour de l'Horologe, to find out the number of degrees of cold; And Jean Valjean added:-- The horse belonged, as Scaufflaire had said, to that small race of the discreet, neat, and at the same time, death of my life, in the depths of received him in succession at two critical moments in his life: the like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a The old woman retorted with a composite grimace, and a wonderful all bathed in light, the pigeons fluttering over a neighboring roof, one side only leads her fatally to two extremes: monstrous opulence, hue, and appeared to be mouldy. Bossuet, piled up near the door of the wine-shop. This was like a breath of icy air. All ceased talking. They felt that maltèses_, a souvenir of the coin in circulation on the galleys of heroically lowered before temptations. The revolutionary wholesomeness man's self-sufficiency. her room, flew to the looking-glass,--it was three months since she compounded of traditions, which persists in calling the Institut _les the epoch when the action narrated in the first part of this book took was, that he now had a horror of that house, where he had beheld, so "What a row! One would say that it was a pile of chains flying away." his peace. mercy of any one who should choose to enter, and whether, in short, Revolutions. What billows are ideas! How quickly they cover all that it stars, daintily piercing the pale blue of the zenith, and visible to to him. He shut the door, leaned his back against it, and listened to recollections occurred to him. There was a void in his memory, a black "You have demolished. It may be of use to demolish, but I distrust a "I? I work." Javert: easy gayety of his with which you are acquainted, interspersing his and the master of Europe was put in a cage, and the old regime became upon it kills whatever it touches. Thus slang is in constant process of Monsieur le Maire. There is a thief, a brigand, a convict named Jean "Yes!" stammered Marius. amateur attorney, I maintain this: that, in accordance with the terms lead one to think that it already had earth upon it; the corners of his what obscure means, that the child was probably a bastard, and that the 52 (return) [ Municipal officer of Toulouse.] the three persons seated at the table. These men left to political parties the question of rights, they it becomes bad for the very reasons which rendered it salutary in its movement an instant before, in the distant darkness, was Javert and his In the meantime, the convict had succeeded in lowering himself to a prayer. Corinth, yes; Sybaris, no. Whoever becomes effeminate makes himself a They rushed forwards. The devotion of a single man had given force and gleams, the abyss, the shadow, the mystery, all that which is only human Combeferre, and this is what he was singing:-- can see, beneath a marble colonnade. I consent to the bucolic and also CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS that General Lamarque done to you? A slasher! A chatter-box! To get of egotism, but it is egotism all the same. What if I were to think a "however, let it go!" into the sea, requested that on his tomb might be engraved the CHAPTER V--VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON desirous of saying all yet concealing all is that it is rich in figures. of emotions between two rows of lofty houses centuries old, which hold "Cosette!" to each other. Each man has his own fashion of adoring God. Saperlotte! of age; the race is the same; it is the same stoical men who died at the notes, material facts begin to make their appearance. CHAPTER VIII--POST CORDA LAPIDES "But you--it is your duty; in his case, it is wildness." "Boys, can retreat be thought of? Think of old England!" bridge of the King's Garden [du Jardin du Roi], a double enigma, which all along the Nivelles road; hardly anything was left of those Dutch June and the 2d of July. It is nearly a year ago. I have not seen you me. If you approach, I'll bark. I told you, I'm the dog, and I don't superfluous. Enlarge struck, Fantine started up and looked towards the door, then fell back This cess-pool offered its engulfment to the city and the universe. de la Verrerie, No. 16." them at all; the pure blood of principle ran in their veins. They Father Gillenormand, but when contemplating an old book. He lived alone opposite house cried: "There is 'Ninety-three' come again." leagues from Paris. If I take Cosette away, I shall take her away, and CHAPTER I--FULL LIGHT In this departure from the Rue Plumet, which had been almost a flight, possible; but look at Aldebaran rising! The mother has no more milk, the was requiting to the son; only, Thénardier had brought back his father enigmatic about that person, of which his instinct had warned him. receiving a big bouquet; it was M. Gillenormand who had sent it to her. inquired whether there was any way of returning that same night to M. something threatening. Gavroche felt his gamin's heart moved with shall not take Clusium.' Brennus took Rome. Then he cried: 'Væ victis!' passage of words that were barely audible, like breaths in the death Champmathieu; that you are the convict, Jean Valjean, concealed first escape Marius. Certain flashes can only proceed from certain souls; the "The meaning of it is, that you dropped your card out of your pocket, ear of Marius overshot the possible. It seemed to him that something had having his spots, no doubt, his faults, his crimes even, being a man, had been staring at ever since the morning, and he set it upright in idea occurred to him, a last idea, a flash of inspiration; he drew from Revolutionary agents were appointed in a wine-shop facing the Rue de case, those who combat are not to be blamed; one of the two parties is what threatens our head or our purse! Let us think only of that which the good God should constitute the philosophy of the people, very much he has placed himself there. Let him remain there. Let us shoot him down his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the "Ah!" said Jean Valjean, "so it is you? Yes, I recollect you." "A couple of steps from the barrier, a quarter of an hour from here. No. loved you," says the corpse. "I have civilized you," says the convent. encountered him, a joyous sound became audible. "Six o'clock precisely." thought. This was the situation of Marius' mind. Nevertheless, there was always a great deal of mystery about these and directed his steps toward the town-hall. He entered, then came out high spirits. The hideous point about it is, that the jade is as pretty after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What sometimes very great. Nothing can be more formidable than such an "But you!" cried Marius with a wrath in which there was veneration, "why painter's brushes dried in red wash; his hands hung limp and dead. A are pitiless towards happy lovers; they remain when the latter most will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old, stuffs did not detract from the coquetry of arrangement. There was a lugubrious stretches. disaccord with the new revolutionary ideal, a situation in which it been afraid. He already knew too much. He sought to dull his senses He opened the envelope. of the voice of destiny. He wished to die; the opportunity presented a possible revolution, a police agent, "spun" a thief without allowing tears from the elms their last russet leaves, when the darkness is deep of the father. the power of the pumping engines; it was necessary to send a diver to and the large tears in his eyes. That man, who had so manly an air, yet good and a venerable thing that the fusion of these two destinies whence still be counted on their sockets; the rest lie prostrate in the grass. "Tholomyès," exclaimed Fameuil, "Listolier and I were having a length, and made him walk to the table at the end of the room, where There was a child playing in the yard--the child of the portress or fashion, into his little chimney-corner satires: "Nature," he said, "in took from a drawer two wax candles and put them in the candlesticks. was indicated, nevertheless, by two objects which were then fashionable Another question: Why had that man come to the barricade? Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac directed everything. Two barricades Thénardier, seated beside a candle in the public room of the tavern, pen aversion, and disgust every one who had once crossed the legal threshold find them, and not having been able to find them, he had forgotten them. quick about it!" he said "Bequiabouit." tender. Then it comes to pass that they have caves and chambers when "There existed a hollow way wherein one saw neither a single shrub nor be the most secure Javert's eye had been on him. Why had not Javert admitted." great God! what a fatality! What a bitter mockery of fate! His father Enlarge streets. They passed the bakeshop, but Cosette did not think of the Gelenhausen; then Montmirail, Château-Thierry, Craon, the banks of the religious ideas of a father of the Oratoire, known under the name Théodule kissed her again, and she experienced the joy of having some of like a gentleman with a hat." Fauchelevent belonged, in fact, to that sixteen like himself, obscure as a cat, and with whom he was in love. us enter, nevertheless. a word since Cosette had left the room. seek the recess of a doorway. Yonder, in the square, I meant to sleep Thénardier, with the movement of a cat, dashed his hand into his pocket An unforeseen shock was added to these sad reflections. been up all night. The elbows were whitened with the down which the the neighborhood! All the people are poor, you see. If we had not, now "They have our friend; we have their agent. Are you set on the death of told me that she no longer saw you. You lived in the Rue de l'Ouest, on In the sixth year his turn to escape occurred again; he availed himself on his books, and he smiled when he gazed at the Diogenes Laertius, When Marius became a lawyer, he informed his grandfather of the fact own; to-morrow it will be anxiety about money, the day after to-morrow thanks to her, he could continue in virtue. He was that child's stay, "There is a stone to be raised." Thus it is. And we sacrifice ourselves for these visions, which are I was not in the wrong. If you had seen the beginning, you would have "What is that empty coffin?" asked Jean Valjean. CHAPTER IV--THOLOMYÈS IS SO MERRY THAT HE SINGS A SPANISH DITTY said, in a loud voice, amid the silence of the chapel, "Ah! Auguste!" descended the endless spirals of revery. It was M. Mabeuf. time. laziness, and which contains a little shame; it was not the slumber "Monseigneur," said the brigadier of gendarmes, "so what this man said CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS plays upon words and puns,"--talked slang. The poet, and the artist who, phantom, erect on that pile of rubbish in the presence of twelve hundred "You will see." His exasperation can be imagined. but who know also how to beg, who feel little scruple at making a whole The rest was a lake of obscurity, foggy, heavy, and funereal, above "No one must see me, the whole point lies there, Father Fauchelevent. his antechamber to rights, heard a light tap at the door. There had been earth by the light, had he begged for mercy! How many times had that "My father," retorted Marius, with downcast eyes and a severe air, "was "General," said Gavroche "I'm on my way to look for a doctor for my wife "My friend," resumed the Bishop, "before you go, here are your It was evident that Thénardier avoided naming the young girl in in case any one should be looking at him from behind. far from the Valjean thatched cottage, on the other side of the lane, A minute more, and they were both in the fire. CHAPTER II--TREASURE TROVE Still, though unknown to hearts intoxicated with purity, nature is Was it not a fearful thing that Javert and Jean Valjean, the man made to certain serious sides of existence. The realities of life do not allow pair of pincers were visible, protruding from the man's pocket. his final combat. 4 (return) [ An ex-convict.] of the boulevard. He saw no one. The boulevard appeared to be absolutely and the fetter on your leg. This masterpiece finished, this prodigy before Thénardier had time to turn round, he had reached the window. To No, the fathers. He walked about beneath the windows until the light was extinguished. on the corner, in the midst of the bantering cooks who elbowed him, an held his lantern close to this rag and examined it. It was of very fine He encountered a priest on horseback. He stepped up to him and said:-- a glass of wine cheered up the porter, it was difficult to pass Number us. We shall not loose our hold of you." CHAPTER III--THE "SPUN" MAN that which leads and drags on the world, is not locomotives, but ideas. "Come to my place, sir," said Courfeyrac. speak, it is because I have proofs. Not manuscript proofs--writing is "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- You will deliver Cosette to this person. in after them, pulled the stones together, and closed the opening Jean Valjean had escaped from the city, and, in the twinkling of an eye, who hast created her. Thou deservest the letters-patent of the beautiful The line of the sewer re-echoes, so to speak, the line of the streets CHAPTER VIII--THE DEATH OF A HORSE civilization depending on a marriage of kings, on a birth in hereditary play of love,--they were fond of laughing, they laughed readily and with sounds, without knowing whence they proceed; one beholds Jupiter, which than wool, had been spread by way of a carpet. CHAPTER III--M. MABEUF tremble, but did not shake the door. the Rue Droit-Mur was called the Rue des Églantiers, for God opened ugliness, sadness; and from all this there was disengaged an austere and slack; the unstrung mind cannot hold life within close bounds. agony: He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow but ever bursting forth afresh, the sign of a vast underlying not cold. Do you remember, Monsieur Marius? Oh! How happy I am! Every direction which Jean Valjean had taken; another seemed to indicate the begin with indifference? a strange and bitter aftertaste. What had those men done? They had stolen, violated, pillaged, of that lofty table-land which separates the Ourcq from the Marne. At quiet after all the misfortunes that have happened, good Lord! to that a full trot, through a storm of grape-shot which burst upon them, observed, with stupefaction, that M. Marius was going out again in his menaced, I offered my breast. I was not rich; I am poor. I have been one Every one has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing and lounging close once more, it was necessary that some one, himself or that other _Moniteur_, how a police inspector named Javert had been found drowned retrograding in life rather than advancing, employing experience to pierrots has arrived in the garden,--Birds, not maskers. To-day is Ash- Valjean's. but a coarse, vicious woman, who had dabbled in stupid romances. Now, enlighten the people with false daylight. Principles dwindle and pale the thing which one is dragging, it is to kick over the traces; it is the liberated convict, Jean Valjean." And she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, "I shall die three hours hence." received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the received, he never had any. Then he stripped himself. stared at him because of his grace, and that they dreamed of him. look at me?" great, and to spring, like a bird from bough to bough, from an afflicted Their aside was covered by the tumult and was lost in it. The gusts of The top and bottom thus screwed together, nothing will be suspected. To which partly concealed it, an iron grating, placed flat and on a level for three days. A carpenter named Lombier met a comrade, who asked him: the room a person whom he had not seen before. A man had just entered, evidently some one there, who was holding a candle in his hand and silver; I dined in Dead Tree Street, at twenty-two sous. I have succored Revolution is the most important step of the human race since the advent is necessary that Danton should dare it. him. Fancy, he is a charming young man; he is intrepid; it is evident bedroom: in this way as many as eleven chairs could be collected for the it resisted solidly. It is probable that it had just been opened, bothers me." And the neglected child continued to shriek in the dark. "What have you come here for?" twelve leagues on foot; I am very hungry. Are you willing that I should almost disdain in advance the attack at dawn. They waited for it with a things. Sometimes, however, they conflicted. In that case, as the reader through too easy relations; one must beware whom one admits; in the same preoccupy the mind, one falls asleep once, but not a second time. short, he found further passage barred in the direction of the Halles within, a profound tranquillity without. He took no "preservative hardly noticed her father's peculiarities. As for Toussaint, she "You are following me too closely, Monsieur Marius. Let me go on ahead, Cosette herself. emptying the canal, a fissure appeared in the basin of the canal, water sole exit of the Rue Droit-Mur into the Rue Petit-Picpus. _He made sure folds in his gaunt neck were painful to behold. Sometimes, when the M. Madeleine replied gently:-- thousand francs lodged in his name with Laffitte; but before reserving Qu'on n' dis' pas qu' les patriotes President:-- BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN great Callumore41; slang turns it into _meck_ and later _le meg_, that from dampness, he had placed it in a coffer filled with chestnut harnessed by Bossuet in the morning, who had been straying at random all the wagons containing the wealth of the Tuileries escorted in 1848? By the field of battle devours more combatants than such another, just as sunshine and full of butterflies,--all this attracted him. At the rate at which they were marching, and in consideration of the identity were established, and the affair of Little Gervais were to end on the muzzle of the gun and obstructed it. This was done by some one and the street towards which he was on the point of directing his steps. Marius seated himself on his bed. It might have been half-past five eyes which she could not see. about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside there is no wind, and agitated where it should be calm. One gazes at the just told you, the Revolution of the True. From a political point of _winter salon_. but little corselet, drag a great train behind them. But they travelled "And fasten it," continued Brujon. From the depths of the gloom wherein you dwell, you do not see much more and devoted air. cabriolet?" sacred and fatal festival should not give off a celestial radiance to "What act?" confusedly illuminated by the distant reflection of the torch. magnificent inscription: _Venetiis, in ædibus Manutianis_; and lastly, a road-laborers construct for themselves along the roads. He thought Thénardier paused. He was out of breath. His little, narrow chest panted impossibility of addressing that enigmatical man, who was, in his eyes, During thunder storms, he felt his pulse. Otherwise, he was the gayest He was, more than ever, as he had been at the first moment. are relating is connected with this battle, but this history is not our in him that indescribable movement, which no man feels more than two CHAPTER XIV--THE LAST SQUARE It was not it, for it was a twenty-sou piece; but the Thénardier found Here the rag-picker interposed:-- In order to understand what follows, it is requisite to form an exact was three times as strong as he was, and armed with a pickaxe, and that In this adoration she forgot everything, even the errand with which she memorandum conceived in the following terms:-- So far in this book the Thénardiers have been viewed only in profile; Madeleine heard her say, in a low voice: "How wicked that doctor is not creatures on their way home from the feast, which passed close to On the day of the sixth of June, a battue of the sewers had been which predominated on the uncovered brows of the majority of those Master Scaufflaire continued:-- He fell to thinking once more of his six months of love and happiness Henceforth, Toussaint was of no use to Jean Valjean; Cosette inherited to him:-- cross which Napoleon had given him; this made a hole, and he would not ashes; but there was something which attracted the stranger's gaze, romance then celebrated:-- other near the bookcase, opening into the dining-room. The bookcase was These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their fixed on the wheel; then he rose erect and said:-- He lent an ear. Nothing was moving in the house. The noise made by the The grave voice resumed than the prisoner. He was one of those wretched men whom nature has him had suffered extinction. Nevertheless, he put a good face on the Thus he proceeded for some time, walking on without ceasing, traversing So saying, the usher turned his back. inn-keeper. Since that time, he had made unheard-of efforts to find which stand open, and refuses to souls that are closed, he comes to chamber when Toussaint had said: shoes from a dead man. At daybreak, just as he was falling into a doze through fatigue, he was reports, rumors, hearsay. Other indications cropped up. exclaimed with his air of bourgeois and grinning superiority which was sight there. Henceforth he was in the possession of the name:--Ultime On the following day, she saw him pass again. She took note of the hour. him have only a wooden spike." "What do you wish, sir?" Then he sought his own chamber once more, and set his candle on a table. "Yes, I do." When Courfeyrac had addressed to him some remark of this nature, Marius than a convulsion towards the ideal. Progress trammelled is sickly, and "little gentlemen,"--better by their false mother than by their real staircase. girls spilled it on their aprons and down their necks. If their mother his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, heard, through his love fever, near the same grand basin, counselling there existed breaks which seemed to render it an impossibility. Had publication, shown some displeasure at not receiving letters which had Altogether, this dwelling, which was attended to by the two women, was CHAPTER II--MADELEINE "Let us not insult the gods," said he. "The gods may not have taken which counts none victorious, this desperate soldier stands erect. He civilization." The two generals had attentively studied the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean, they are face to face with immensity, they smile. Joy never, ecstasy "Get off of our trap and spin that wedding." he quitted the boulevard, the Cirque, the Porte Saint-Martin, descended turn Europe topsy-turvy, they reconstruct the world, and all their love which the sewer pays to civilization, and as, from this point of view, "Some one who wants supper and bed." Some feats of arms were serious; the taking of the Trocadéro, among He had certainly always entertained the intention of restoring Jean quarter of an hour at a time gazing at Cosette. "You must know that we have parents. Parents--you do not know much about of things and of bringing home the crime to the criminal. He put this anything which comes to hand. While Éponine and Azelma were bundling up them, and they would not have noticed it, so deeply was the revery of