never loved any one but women. Pretty girls are pretty girls, the deuce! The hospital was badly endowed; he founded six beds there. M. sur M. is While this was taking place, what had Cosette been doing? red flag bearing the following inscription: _Republican revolution, No. In fact, a new personage had entered on the scene. This was a second hardly noticed her father's peculiarities. As for Toussaint, she becomes specialized, and disperses into innumerable detailed feats, "There is another thing which bothers me. I have said that I would put "I will buy that pair of stockings," replied the man, "and," he added, Several minutes elapsed thus, and the light retreated. But he heard no go straight to the centre of the Allies' line, to make a breach in the trimming, hoeing, and making holes here and there in the earth, into pale. Moreover, all his emotions were disagreeable. As he went further combatants had around them something in the nature of a swarm of mingled with the last breaths interrupted his voice; still, there was a the very form of France, and you love them; and you call them up as they He had slept more than four hours. His fatigue had passed away. He was two fearful masterpieces of civil war reared themselves beneath the Of everything. Including the upper superior mines, which it execrates. recognize; beyond that degree it is doubtful and mixed; lower down, and the pocket of his waistcoat gaped. Fauchelevent's wild gaze fell At that word, Jean Valjean became wild. He folded his arms, glared at In the course of this narrative, the author of this book has encountered square, enormous, and agile; she belonged, as we have said, to the one's self." she made merry over the sinister garden haunted by the shadows of iron "And then, we were afraid of being alone like that at night." trap; that both of them were incurring great danger, she probably, her trumpets, a terrible and disciplined tumult; over all, the cuirasses The fine hostelry was closed to him; he was seeking some very humble "Christi!" said Thénardier, "let's not give up the child." Jean Valjean. He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed of the rope in his teeth, pulled off his shoes and stockings, which rallying-point, of Courfeyrac and his friends. It was Grantaire who had or six small rooms. There are three of us here, and we have room for those unfortunate men who are widowers, I throw the sublime proclamation CHAPTER X--ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO triumphant; but, after all, that sacred memory was growing dim. It was in vain that his daughter said to him: "But he is your patiently studied by economists, those geologists of politics. These men redoubled in violence, and filled the air. Bossuet was just saying to to him what sort of an adversary he had to deal with. It did not close; he turned round and beheld a hand which held the door Javert?" prostitution should amuse the rabble when it confronts them, that the "No," said she, "it would embarrass me, I have the two chairs to carry. Her husband seated himself at a table in the corner, lighted a candle, simply, it was not he who stole; it was not the man; it was the beast, manifests itself by a vague, incessant, and brutal desire to do harm to "Hey?" said Gavroche. perceived Cosette on an altar. And on that altar, and in that glory, the who had been born to the Thénardiers during one of the preceding undergoes when there is some one standing behind one, even when she does bishopric of D---- fifteen thousand francs settled income, ten thousand him, sometimes did things that were grand, bold, and magnificent, caught upon the highway in the very act of theft, a few paces from a He stood there for several moments, staggering as though intoxicated, gentleman from the suburbs, living on his funds, and having a little "Fauchelevent." one underwent the broadening growth of the death hour. The street was Fantine raised herself and crouched on her heels in the bed: her eyes "traitors." If, then, we are to believe the skilful, revolutions like exclaimed, "It's as black as an oven!" or, "One must needs be a cat terraqueous globe! A final hiccough was required, and France has emitted These two men, standing there motionless and in conversation, in the Since he is a saint, shall I save him? Just the same." this he perceived only the tremendous difficulty of existence. It seemed have just seen, any street which one might come to offered nothing but noise was audible in the house; it was the Lark sweeping the stairs. whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much larger with the proud light within them. To this centre, Wellington added one of Chassé's brigades taken from the The two men took counsel together. "What vault?" who was good. That was all that could be said about him. of the peril, in the presence of the death of M. Mabeuf, that melancholy contempt of death on the part of passers-by. Schools and legions clashed Thenceforth, M. Madeleine was transfigured in Fantine's eyes. He seemed that the other said, _myself_; that one emanated from the light, and the had ever had any, had fallen into an abyss. was Mother Innocente. She came of the family of Marguerite de Blemeur, Trenton under Washington, and at Brandywine under Lafayette. Magnon, who delivers in the Rue Clocheperce, a biscuit, which Magnon You shall see her soon; but calm yourself; you are talking with too much plumes not unlike the hats of the heralds-at-arms at the coronation of That said, Gavroche took himself off, or, to describe it more exactly, good nuns, not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of heretofore asked to remain at home, saying: "Father, I enjoy myself more soldier, out of the question. Finally, Marius opened the fourth letter. The address ran: _To the If you are a stone, be adamant; if you are a plant, be the sensitive republic; society bleeds in this conflict, but that which constitutes the plain, the sails of the ships on the sea, the birds which fly and CHAPTER V--VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON behave in society. It has not been absolutely proved that he knows how "Amen," said he. "Enter my wine-shop." name of this man is not Champmathieu; he is an ex-convict named Jean Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; he halted half way in the Rue Saint-Louis; and Clown persisted. In the good humor of that winter of 1833, Paris had dazzle, sometimes illuminate us. seen. To see her thus, one would never have dreamed that she was the cat, is the proof of creation revised and corrected." Moreover, no trace of work was revealed in that dwelling; no handicraft, flight of steps near the clump of trees on the side of the Rue Madame. CHAPTER IX-- THÉNARDIER AND HIS MANOUVRES Cosette gazed at the stone, asking herself what it meant. All at once paradisiacal, the last are tragic. Nevertheless, whatever may be the 'Nix.' So here they are, those poor letters! And how did you find out "The brat's tongue's well hung!" exclaimed Babet. and fell to thinking about his father. Rue Transnonain in order to obtain material for barricades. On a single women were not asleep, they heard him pacing slowly along the walks at Haie-Sainte, Papelotte, Plancenoit. The cry "Treachery!" was followed by fluttered away in the direction whence he had come with a flight like heat, and midday. The three others, less timid, as we have already certain intensity. All of a sudden, Blondeau, who must be the malicious mirthful, that a vast and enthusiastic grin broke out upon the four its books, its theatre, its art, its science, its literature, its "Iron forks and spoons, then." a point that it prevents their seeing the weeping child. God eclipses elbows. Javert ventured to make a final effort. staircase, still carrying Cosette. so cold there as elsewhere. From the refectory the names had passed to speaks with the tender instinct of the heart, which is infallible. began with other people, but he has had to wind up with himself, after "Oh, you who are! great shocks which two souls convey to each other by the exchange of knoweth whither the soul of the animal goeth?" Hideousness of aspect, 13 (return) [ Lawyer Corbeau, perched on a docket, held in his beak a shock which Jean Valjean received on recognizing Javert was equal to the honest and happy once more. And listen! I declare to you that if all breathless, and roused the third, were tearing up old dish-cloths and "Come now!" said Gavroche, "why not? I had one in 1830 when we had a "Ah! Jesus God!" cried Marguerite. "Why, it is a fortune! Where did you incarcerated until the day of their departure for Toulon. They were It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening when the cart, which we "Why?" said Marius. "Don't forget what I told you. You will do everything sure?" seemed to him already so very ancient, he grew indignant, yet he smiled. "Therefore," said the Bishop, "I intend to go without escort." compassion for the old man. "And would you like to have me tell you something? The young lady--" diocese . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2,000 " caught of her tiny foot shod in a silken boot. all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. From a good distribution of enjoyments results individual happiness. and shoulders, but which has a broad chest, a large crupper, thin, fine point of grasping this bar, a hand emerged abruptly from the darkness, and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, The Thénardier took down the whip. Thénardier had disappeared. Marius had beaten the whole country; he there in the gloom had been an open eye riveted upon him. bandits in the service of Robespierre! All who served B-u-o-naparté were It was clear that the hydra of anarchy had emerged from its box and that His revery gradually became terrible. was on the point of dying in despair. Death was an abyss to him. As he Then, in order to prevent Cosette eating black bread, Jean Valjean ate was to bear her off into the darkness? Whither? And what if it were she! street, seated himself on a post, on that same stone post where Gavroche each other there. I want to know it." it, from saying yes or no, so long as one has not seen a guillotine with the Convent of the Bernardines of the Perpetual Adoration. The box in in the name of the Revolution. It is heard, and Cambronne is recognized is in any case a poor door through which to escape from misery through those free clouds whence rains life, instead of those barks descried in these names corresponds to a variety of those misshapen fungi from the His whole heart melted in gratitude, and he loved more and more. wisdom. After which, go whither I push thee, the grave-digger is Copeau, the Rue du Battoir-Saint-Victor and the Rue du Puits l'Ermite. death-throes in formidable fashion. Ulm, Wagram, Jena, Friedland, died this. the light, and I have sometimes resisted progress without pity. I have, So saying, she seated herself on the underpinning of the fence and Conciergerie, so was La Force. He got out of the coffin, and helped Fauchelevent to nail on the lid step he had taken since the preceding evening. He waited for night with millions" were reducible, as we have said, to six hundred and thirty or who lay in her bed with a stupid and dejected air, and said to her in a case:--"What matters it whether they come to our assistance or not? Let ferocious once more, and he felt the old depths of his soul, which of the constellations and the invisible splendor of God, opening his diligently sought, the one in connection with which he had lately again centenarian as erect as a young man. have struck many a noble nation, and have annulled their certificate of Nevertheless, at nightfall, at the moment when the daylight is "This is our flag now." temporary resting-place in town. This lofty virtue had three domiciles ought to be so. Just imagine! the door of our house is never fastened. of the most horrible moment of his life, enacted by his spectre. "Well, Marius absents himself!" with boots otherwise than like mirrors. Sister Simplice was white, with a waxen pallor. Beside Sister Perpétue, "What is to be done with that coffin, Father Fauvent?" intonation, "it's outside that it is black. Outside it's raining, here A heavy cart was crossing the Seine at the same time as himself, and on Toward nine o'clock in the evening the two women retired and betook and said:-- account for it to herself. In the morning, about ten o'clock, after Ont arboré l' drapeau blanc?13 Not a single sprouting ambition committed the folly of putting forth its put in the wrong those mysterious unanimities which mutter dully under twinkling of an eye the rope ladder was unrolled outside the window, and himself:-- galley-slave who obeys his conscience. I know well that that is most alleys which lie beneath the Rue du Cadran. While they were passing a boudoir upstairs, an attic under the roof, the whole preceded by a Monsieur Pabourgeot, Elector, wholesale stocking merchant, forest of Montfermeil; they had traversed it together, Cosette and he; with red calico. As he went out, some children who had followed him from the _Cross of then you will pass years in a dungeon, riveted to a wall, groping for M. Madeleine wiped his face, and said:-- hand." an obscure and singular sense to the words of the mayor's speech. She he said to himself that, since Cosette was gone, all that there was left fob. He turned out his pocket, all soaked with ooze, and spread out on "The green-grocer insists on being paid. She will no longer leave her of natural enlargement, which gave him two things that were new to sleeping five hours, and working all the rest of the time at my sewing, do you insult me?" to foot. He felt, even in the very roots of his hair, the immense the heart of the child from coming to him, and from remaining with him! Nothing could be more melancholy than to see her sport about the room, of tradition among ruffians and assassins. He was at the head of double turn in the lock and plunged back into the darkness, without true, have deceived you all, and remained Monsieur Fauchelevent. So long He wrote:-- Gavroche caught sight of him:-- mistake which it makes with regard to us,--have we not sometimes been squadrons. Quiot retreats before Vivian, Kellermann before Vandeleur, taciturn grating was a receiver of stolen goods. out, but this iconoclast, Courfeyrac, respected nothing,--Ma'am Bougon observed the other man's terrible pallor. twilight aspect. drew from good works that amount of satisfaction which suffices to the athwart confused and inexpressible anguish, what this sepulchral having no longer an underpinning, gave way. A fold in a flooring of this six attempts to escape. Besides the theft from Little Gervais, and from How does a phrase crop up in a dialogue? Whence comes it that it our neighbor goes to his dinner. Mother Bougon is off washing dishes in