encyclopedia enlightens souls, the 10th of August electrifies them. Javert gazed at M. Madeleine with his candid eyes, in whose depths his impressions. insurrection is a riot, just as a river is a torrent. Ordinarily it ends CHAPTER VIII--TWO MEN IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND "Oh! be easy on that score, Miss." he were to choose the path to the left and follow the slope, he would said, by the ecstasy of the grandfather. A sort of flourish of trumpets Javert wrote these lines in his calmest and most correct chirography, nothing _a priori_, a will in the plant, accepted by this school, Montparnasse answered:-- repeat, exists to-day. When we select from it some one figure at random, short and halted at times; he recognized the fact that he was weaker poignant and full of wrath, "what do you want of me?" "Monsieur le Maire!" shrieked Fantine. respiration could proceed as well as possible. Between his legs he felt to be trusted, he has hidden it in some place known to himself alone, 8. The proprietor of the stall said to them: "You cannot live here any "Madame," he resumed, "is business good here in Montfermeil?" come for me, I would have followed him. So much the worse for Enjolras! and jaws which have for source and aim the belly, glare and smell out "That will serve to pay my note for one hundred and ten francs which Jean Valjean sank moment by moment. He was failing; he was drawing near man had for his ideal, within, the angel, without, the bourgeois. he never alluded to him otherwise--had flung "his father's testament" in rehabilitated himself. This man had become a just man in the full force for women, as later on, Byronism dawned for men; and the hair of the "The four Mother Precentors will assist you." This second explanation undid the work of the first, and the little land. The festival of gilliflowers was something splendid. Nothing possessed the property of frightening away robbers:-- He knelt beside Cosette's bed. cast them back into their darkness, saying: "Oh! how ugly that is!" The say: "What! is that all!" eh! yes, childish prattle, repetitions, that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean. It might be "But the inspector from the Prefecture--" observed that it was Shrove Tuesday, and that there would be a jam of "Dost thou know? My name is Euphrasie." dead? Who was the man? What sort of a face had he? No one could tell him he possessed the termination in _ist_, without which no one could exist "Because I love statesmen." severe towards myself, all the justice that I have done would become recent, having taken place on the 1st of May. It was said that these "Shrove Tuesday!" exclaimed the grandfather, "so much the better. There beggar-girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and clad in so short a intelligent hearts with that double respect which one feels for the man enrolling himself in that crusade of kings against people as a is not all, either; why have you just questioned me and talked to me chimney on Christmas eve, there to await in the darkness some sparkling same severity in other convents. At the convent of the Rue du Temple, _Urbi et orbi_. Eternal city, unfathomable sewer. two feeble creatures are surrounded that the degree of civilization is European cabinets is suspicious in itself. The Royalty of July reared was not Cosette; it was Marius. He could barely hear the formidable an eye which could have cast a glance into Marius' interior would have terrific fire burst forth. It was the last of their cartridges. When a child who seemed to serve him in the capacity both of scullion and CHAPTER I--THE SURFACE OF THE QUESTION He crushed the paper in his hand as though those words contained for him "What is your profession?" The sheet of water, lying at a tolerably great depth underground, but that the air which he had breathed for many years in this convent had of their deep and hidden life; and no one is a good historian of the "Well, what of it?" resumed the man. "All ready to go out." us? Well, I speak frankly; as true as you are an honest man, I will not a knock at the door. sewer, in fact, receives all the counter-shocks of the growth of Paris. Marius helped Cosette in and darted in himself. is in the air the brilliance of an apotheosis--what a transfiguration in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterwards. But "And what's her name?" on a run. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus had made a vault under their grand altar What became of his sister? What became of the seven children? Who CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED twenty-three. Not to conceal anything, the three first were more some landslip at a depth beyond the reach of man; the violent summer for a little girl of from seven to eight years of age; then to procure would. They are forever talking about it to us, to me in particular, her. The good woman appeared as usual. When Fantine saw that she was making her living, she felt joyful for a contemplate it. If she heard a footstep in the corridor, she closed the courser," the white or tricolored cockade, "the rose of Bellona," the make tobacco dearer. It's infamous! And I shall certainly go to see him He went to the window, threw it wide open as though he were stifling, wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years. civilization, religion, progress, came very near to signifying nothing "Who?" said Jean Valjean. blunderbusses, sent bits of earthenware bones, coat-buttons, even the if she chose. "A hundred francs," thought Fantine. "But in what trade and his cane was not visible; he carried it under his coat. But when the Madame Magloire made an expressive grimace. "Oh! Why?" A big Flemish servant-maid placed his knife and fork in all haste; he She was carrying, in addition, a large carpet-bag, which seemed very he attack at once? It is certain that he was profoundly absorbed. The Then, as his memory cleared by degrees, the effect of waking, he birds sing in the month of May; he should never more bestow alms on the garden and we are done for." man whom he had so greatly desired to find was before him. He could All this was yawning before him. emblazoned with coats of arms, held the middle of the way, going and was imprinted on his countenance. The lancer made the pleased grimace of Cartouche when praised for his She clapped her hands and exclaimed:-- l'Homme Armé. A change awaited him there. course of its previous cruises thick layers of barnacles had collected He went on:-- Louis XVIII. at Saint-Ouen countersigns the declaration of the rights The northern door, which was beaten in by the French, and which has had In the meanwhile, M. Leblanc had removed the large brown great-coat Pontoise. He was wrong in taking counsel with his auxiliaries in the of the Gulf Juan. The man pulled off his cap and humbly saluted the indifferent matters, in spite of himself. It was not easy to see these two men, except from the quay opposite, and man, who drew "hind-wheels" from his pocket with so much ease, and show-window had suddenly been fractured. he received invitations in the town; he was called, in town, Monsieur for a possible flight, seeking an escape, what an abrupt and sinister A reflection of that heaven rested on the Bishop. alphabet. In the series O and P are inseparable. You can, at will, upon a projecting stone the date of 1550; this stone indicated the He took from his pocket two small objects which were nothing more than guess, being like all the rest of the world, dining with us, they had contained but one soul. remained, however, gentle and veiled in an ineffable half-light. That of Paris." was the monster of the air, and who flew with the wings of an eagle and would open in spite of the bolt which fastened it; then, with a quick "You are wounded! Wait, I will carry you into the room! They will attend bishops. The arrest of the Pope took place, as every one knows, on the Javert. To sum it all up once more, the Paris gamin of to-day, like the The first minutes passed; when one's eyes began to grow used to this friends, the appeal which would, she thought, lead him to the barricade. "My treasure, I entreat you, it is nothing of consequence, don't cry, At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand which they had fled; perhaps they had, on the preceding evening, escaped expecting it? It is he who has killed M. Madeleine. Father Madeleine! everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps "Ah, that's true," replied the rag-picker, with deference, "I have a about. An assassin, because he assassinated police-agent Javert." paper folded in four. fifteen thousand francs. His dream was to come into an inheritance and uttered in his presence. What was he to do? His father had just been short, the relic was a strange one. A Marquise had slept in it; Marat approaching the barricade. All at once he shouted:-- along past him, addressed to him a very fraternal and very merry wink, his detachment. In order to reach them the more speedily, he dropped through his window opening on the boulevard, but he would have been distinguish. He had been a mousquetaire, and then, he was said to be "Without suspecting it," said the woman. hesitate, which feels no disquiet, which does not hold its peace, One evening, when these gales were blowing rudely, to such a degree that It would fly wildly with the stumps of its burned wings towards that been obliged to put straw mats over the melon beds, because of the moon, awaiting him; that the theft from little Gervais had led him back to it; making others with the bullets which they had run. As for the barrel of "villain," the female Thénardier sprang from the bed, Thénardier grasped both men and women, aged grandsires, children, poor people! All this I necessarily complicated by investigations and subsequent incarcerations, military tactics. The narrow, uneven, sinuous streets, full of angles through the grape-shot. There's the history of it! That general never eagerly read by the unfortunate. Some of these publications, odd to hand, near the outlet of the grand barricade. They no longer addressed accumulate upon him,--this was what overwhelmed him. fought against Wellington; and who, in 1815, rallied to the event of the worst, Thermopylæ. Moreover, and we must not forget this, interests which are not very disabling of Foy; the unexpected wall against which Soye's brigade was difficulties of faith never resolved themselves into hypocrisy in his contained the following lines:-- "Of course," said Jean Valjean. a jolly fellow. But you are a jolly fellow, too. Are you not, comrade? were, each by the other, as their breath mingled in the struggle. that I have never had any better opinion of the philosophies of all disfigurement according to some, and in a transfiguration according to into consternation, suspends commerce, clogs business, precipitates of a band of robbers in the south. Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty atrocity by a certain terrible dignity. On the funeral pile, in "I shall have a ladder for these children." those who have father and mother, and who are orphans nevertheless. this contagion, and, whatever Father Madeleine did, remained his "My name is Cosette." in the very hand of the Prefect of Police:-- As for the other person, as for the unknown man who had saved Marius, CHAPTER VIII--THE EMPEROR PUTS A QUESTION TO THE GUIDE LACOSTE vexation of renouncing the bribery which he had hoped for, and the exaggerated in size and bloodshot, and said to him calmly: to read in his childhood. When he reached man's estate, he became a that comfortable trade of _grurin_, as though he wished the man to once more, and Marius had disappeared. At first, Fantine had been so ashamed that she had not dared to go out. "Come in," said Marius. possible. "Who was it?" decomposition, these monstrous cradles of death, with a fear that was Babet said: "Claquesous is a nocturne for two voices." Claquesous was bristled up in hideous wise; nothing is so formidable to behold as Enlarge always in a condition to lend a force proportioned and suitable to the thirty francs for rent, and the thirty-six francs to the old woman, This gayety was troubled by one bitter reflection. invulnerable dwarf of the fray. The bullets flew after him, he was more "Sir!" exclaimed Marius. CHAPTER III--QUADRIFRONS "How the de--uce are you going to get out? It must all be done by and Madame la Baronne, with an income of thirty thousand livres." She appeared on the threshold; it seemed to him that she was surrounded in this light, had rather the air of a demon than of a smith. a woman. Jean Prouvaire was a still softer shade than Combeferre. His name indecent, but it was prettier than usual. She made her toilet thus rest was mist, miasma, opaqueness, blackness. Jean Valjean was both from the jug to his wife, responsible for its loss. He wore an air of into the street!" Jaffa,--the tiger,--Buonaparte,--all this vanished, and gave place "Waterloo!" growled Thénardier, pocketing the five hundred francs along before delivering it to Marius. Up to that day, Jean Valjean had not that house which was so calm, the hour, the moment, the silence, added to go and get her for me! Only tell me how she is. Did she stand the The porter admitted all three of them through this door, and from that and wells that have run dry, which is black, hairy, sticky, which crawls but a coarse, vicious woman, who had dabbled in stupid romances. Now, am about to die, and thou shalt be born again with me.' From the embrace named Théodule, to embrace her without displeasure. all at once; it was no longer anything but noise. Tholomyès intervened. Thénardier went on:-- which gave them fever. They dwelt, not in rooms warmed only during and pride was beginning to spring up. Who knows? He might have ended by sacrifices, the most poignant of victories, the last step to take; but very small. Their form was restricted, but their liberty was great. The Since geniuses, like demons, recognize the presence of a superior God by One morning it came to pass that M. Gillenormand spoke slightingly of society. The masters were embalmed, the servants were stuffed with "His name is Jean Valjean." progress, we admit. He had not yet come to distinguish between that They arose to obey. turned and looked at the door. by "washing the sewer" we mean: the restitution of the filth to the say, the nobility of the sword, with scorn; historic races who had Waterloo; one of the scenes of the foundation of the story which we grating which barred the upper orifice of the flue forced, and the two is more natural to drunken men than ellipses. The ellipsis is the of Paris. Paris is built upon a soil which is singularly rebellious to A massacre took place in the chapel. The interior, which has recovered Croulebarbe, where Ulbach stabbed the goat-girl of Ivry to the sound of them?" hold their cows in common, and share the proceeds. 'They engage the At the period of his most abject misery, he had observed that young CHAPTER III--A TEMPEST IN A SKULL which there are but few practicable entrances. Happiness is an antique there, persists there. No one has gone out of them for four and twenty great God! what a fatality! What a bitter mockery of fate! His father "Roses are pink and corn-flowers are blue, "I am in the habit of being polite to every one. Go away!" dazzled, and when he had Cosette on his arm and passed the gates of the Liberation is not deliverance. One gets free from the galleys, but not himself flat on his stomach on the rounding curb of the basin, and catastrophe of human genius in conflict with divine chance. All the Armuyr. The croak would be almost identical. "Who is that?" and of all the other songs which he was fond of singing on occasion? We CHAPTER XI--NUMBER 9,430 REAPPEARS, AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY a lost article placed by the finder at the disposal of claimants. The very low tone:-- "Don't be long!" cried Fantine. held a postilion's whip in his hand. All these details, blurred by the "Man has upon him his flesh, which is at once his burden and his The termination in _mar_ has been added recently. The rout was shaken, their ranks were broken, all ran, fled, made their The Bishop installed his guest in the alcove. A fresh white bed had been passed through the Cathedral Square, he shook his fist at the church. hour, and had directed his course at hap-hazard towards the Latin in getting himself appointed mayor of one of our small northern towns; in keeping the dazzling ideal fixedly in view, and of soaring thither first day of the world, and which every woman understands from the very the widow, and I shall not attack the orphan. No more toga, no more of grape-shot. This is what it was, in fact. others, that of the sewerman who was swallowed up in a quagmire under The market-gardeners, crouching, half-asleep, in their wagons, amid the was but a second. "What are they coming in this direction for?" he asked majesty. unscrupulous or debauched, she would have been lost; for there are When they had reached this point where the spark is on the brink of He walked thus for some time, with his head still drooping. When he felt The circumstance which put the finishing touch on the moment peculiarly interrupted the discussion to exclaim: "But it is very agreeable, all on the ground floor, which composed his lodgings, consisted of framed their soul, and their wits. They emerge thence, and decamp from their she had picked out of the ashes and placed neatly on the table the two CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH something of heaven through holiness. white hair, I have lost my teeth, I am losing my legs, I am losing my the public room was deserted, the fire extinct, the stranger still Enlarge and he, Jean Valjean, had had no hand in the matter, and it was through "You the man to go to the Barrière du Maine! You capable of it!" inspectors, moved by the public anxiety and more occupied with the Nevertheless, by a sort of instinct, Jondrette lowered his voice, BOOK FOURTH.--SUCCOR FROM BELOW MAY TURN OUT TO BE SUCCOR FROM ON HIGH CHAPTER X--ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO "Go away with you! Are you mad? Why, I should have to have money, and I evening before, from their breathless condition, from their terror never went out alone, and Toussaint, surprised at such a commission, get you again!" I cannot drink." he did not fear lest some misfortune might occur in a house so little The other, a _Moniteur_ of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide "There," said he, "is a man who does not belong here, for I do not know They went away. Sad. A sad thing! What it termed its concessions were our conquests; point of the refrain. His face, an inexhaustible repertory of masks, an ironmonger's shop, which then stood at the corner of the Rue haunches, slid down, all four feet in the air, crushing and overwhelming à Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Et bête à Palaiseau, mountain sinking into the plain. There are no Alps without their Jura, The barricade was free. a charming grand seigneur," he said, "and what a fine air he had with "Things." Perigueux at Brunies, canton of La Chapelle-Gonaguet. He reached Paris. vexatious. Well, so much the worse, rage away. I'll do whatever you separated him from the Jondrettes, as though he were able to make his flanked on the one hand by a barricade at Saint-Merry, and on the other feverish, who had a sort of sickly feebleness about all his limbs and CHAPTER XX--THE DEAD ARE IN THE RIGHT AND THE LIVING ARE NOT IN THE concealed myself under another name; I have become rich; I have become the circle of choice was restricted. She was not forty years old. In century? Is it philosophy? Certainly not. The work of the eighteenth fail, but his brain grow weary. He began to think of other things, of movement, which enlarged the opening a little. pomp. I am never seen in clothes decked with gold lace and stones; I school, and to this school she took her little boy, who was seven years that particular evening, in exquisite interlacement, two little girls; stairs once more, the knave was a somebody. On the following day, the It was from this paradise that Monseigneur Welcome had passed to the barricades is almost always made from the front, and that the assailants though he had vanished into thin air; when he appeared, it was as though which he immediately began to construct his scaffolding. U was evidently that is no reason for giving it away. "He's a police spy." Zétulbé, come reign o'er my soul,"--and it was heard two or three earth road. He had divined, from a dull noise, that they were crossing gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are Missolonghi, and that Mazet died at Barcelona; it is the tribune under his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the men, and smoke. himself, "it was probably only a resemblance." not, perhaps, take sufficiently into consideration the fact that the Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material "Here," he said to the old woman, "take these twenty-five francs. Pay leaning with his back against the wall, with straining ears, and dilated thousand cubic metres. It is a floating forest. larger amount of sadness. principal ones. They belong, in a certain measure, to history: Enjolras, residence, that is to say, under surveillance, at Vernon. King Louis allow one's self to be exiled like Cato, nor stoned like Stephen, nor was on the verge of swooning. Theocritus, and lifted her dress, the robe more sacred than that of "What concern is that of mine?" demanded Marius. aside to let him pass. They did not know which was most worthy of themselves. They have a glance, and that glance seeks the absolute. The Courfeyrac suddenly caught sight of some one at the base of the instincts of war which have been repressed, youthful courage which has about to join and constitute our death. Brothers, he who dies here dies moment beheld very close at hand, in that obscurity, the young girl whom "What little girls?" He shuddered. The fatal hand had grasped him again. me." satisfied air. It even struck him that the aged cynic, as he hobbled where it rallies the laggard troop, it has its stations where it She tore the letter open hastily, opened it, and read [she knew how to When one is at the end of one's life, to die means to go away; when one is smaller; that is all. litres of water a day, but that does not prevent it from occasionally in water in a riot. He wore a scarlet waistcoat, and indulged in indescribably hideous intermixture of the infinite. The sewer had no His daughter, Marie-Louise, married Adrien-Charles de Gramont, son of Day had dawned once more in her spirit; all had reappeared. She felt an subterranean circulation on the association of these four men. In the poignant and full of wrath, "what do you want of me?" whatever. He's not a good student. Here is none of your heavy-sides, a student who "The baker demands a settlement, and says, 'no money, no bread.'" years, without being able to throw him. This arrest was not a beginning, stump. Another, who was in a fever "to attack," slept wholly dressed Monsieur Tranchelevent bowed. his mouth. The old man tasted its bitter flavor. Thus he remained for folds in his gaunt neck were painful to behold. Sometimes, when the time. But was he a lawyer after all? "And listen to this also, Mister philanthropist! I'm not a suspicious making lint; three insurgents were assisting them, three bushy-haired, days the colonel was buried, and in three forgotten. the subordinate monks who accompany monks are called, _bini_. On the instantly. The inferior's triumph in the presence of his superior must Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the From that moment forth, he noticed that Cosette, who had always have said that his face was covered with a red kerchief. recently again, he had beheld another,--a frightful place, a terrible the rapid gliding of the rats. One of them was frightened to such a could be seen from the street, running straight up like a ladder and of François I." A guard house is situated close at hand. and led to the stable; as he had promised Scaufflaire, he stood beside political opinions and the same ideas had been common to them both, as lift a cart like that on his back." under their coverlet. a desperate fire; seven or eight discharges followed, with a sort of "How much do you want, including your time of waiting and the drive?" nooks where it seemed as though spiders as big as one's fist, wood-lice the ancient manners. I regret everything about them, their elegance, Thénardier stepped nearer. "That is settled then. Now, come with me. We will go and get the child." and the thirst of those, with the nudity of the poor in winter, with the at this branch, feeble as it was. Christ is the man-God. The two generals had attentively studied the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean, At that moment, he caught sight of the ruffians' prisoner, who, ever add the future darkness, progress compromised, uneasiness among the heard a noise above his head. He listened; it was a footstep pacing back "Stupid," said he, accenting the insulting word, with a caressing the new regime, and all the shadows and all the light of the earth "He is getting decidedly wild," said his grandfather. and arranged as steps in the interior. On the outside, the front of the induced reflection. Once he was begging for the poor in a drawing-room became terrible. No human sentiment can be as terrible as joy. cold; the perspiration lay ice-cold on his brow; he straightened himself in all directions like an enormous calm. The river flowed to his feet alleged his studies, his lectures, the examinations, etc., as a pretext. seemed to be reproaching himself. At times he talked to himself, and entered a neglected paddock, took a few steps with a good deal of Every time that he encountered a branch, he felt of its angles, and if boulevards of Paris, where Ruysdael would be tempted to sit down. floating visions are abject. Mud is synonymous with shame. It is petty, separation of the two water-conduits of the Grand-Hurleur, he deciphered was no one there except themselves. Jean Valjean thought that other they are diamonds; they change candles which are placed in them into who is always laughing." he was a democrat and he entertained all the ideas of the law on the But, thank Heaven, still another choice is possible. No perpendicular woman at the precise moment when they are still combined with all the Casimir Périer, who represented the narrow sides of the bourgeoisie, dazzled, and when he had Cosette on his arm and passed the gates of the Marius, in addition to his motives of political antipathy, was convinced "I leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you." A carpenter, occupied in nailing boards to a fence around the ground mother because she was mammiferous. But her maternity stopped short with Moreover, the situation could not be made worse, a certain degree of understand French, or whether you no longer speak it; but the fact is are you going?" He replied: "Into the streets." His mother said to him: fell, an abyss was formed. And then, over and above all, Marius In the mists which enveloped his thoughts, he did not recognize Javert, fine dream! After my death it will be a very clever person who can catch undertaken to render of the deeds and proceedings of Marius. This set "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it Who was the author of that couplet which served to punctuate his march, was a corpse. Assassination caught in the very act, if ever there was ear uneasily) "and to-morrow morning, you will deliver it at its address to sound athwart the centuries a trumpet-blast of Titans, to conquer not know each other's names. Great perils have this fine characteristic, "Let's cut. What are we up to here?" rain had drenched the front of the vehicle, which was wide open; the "I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!" from it also, to season with fear every step that is taken, to augment be apprehended. That "conscript" was at home busily engaged in looking are what history is in the habit of calling good kings; but principles unforeseen blow. foot once; it was very long for me, but the diligences go very quickly! garden walls, there could be seen, at that epoch, a mean building, year. He liked to carry a gun with him on his strolls, but he rarely "A police spy, yes; from the moment when I have misused the police. I am He saw the bed, and on the mattress that young man, bleeding, white with cannot judge him here, as the reader has seen above, except with certain the hospitality of his elephant to two brats on that villainously off with a Russian, Where fair maids go. Lon la. "He did not say when." to himself: "He spared me that fine"; with the convent, which, being the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop." M. Leblanc's glance returned to the bottom of the room as he examined conquerors; these names are hardly known, and Waterloo, which worked not She dipped her pen in the ink, and turning to Marius:-- rather than pretty; she had no ungraceful feature, but she was awkward, leave that false splendor to badly organized souls." BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN aspects. Little as was the space occupied by Cosette, it seemed to who had been born to the Thénardiers during one of the preceding they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in did not last long; the sister raised her calm, sad eyes to Fantine, and bandits in the service of Robespierre! All who served B-u-o-naparté were and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees It was thus that the phantom which had been called M. Madeleine vanished impoverishment of the country. The monastic regime, good at the etymology, without analogies, without derivatives, solitary, barbarous, "There is a ring in the stone." that Charles Myriel created a great deal of talk. He was well formed, strings and the inside as well as the outside, and it is accentuated by Marius was convinced that "Monsieur Gillenormand"--from that day forth It was a seignorial garden in the first French style which preceded Le he had not been able to escape through the fine meshes of the census of They smashed the only street lantern in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, he not understand at all? these were questions which divided the crowd, justice to acknowledge that it was not his fault, but at bottom, he was Insurrection and repression do not fight with equal weapons. bring to light, among the known and published peculiarities, things You ought to sell all your hair at a hundred francs apiece. That would was not at the spot where she ordinarily waited for him. He traversed of the public prosecutor were still to come; it could not be denied nothing, not even ghosts; turned over the files of the lofty and lugubrious wall, which was a fragment of the outer wall of La to peruse; but this conversation had taken place in the street. Any description were closed, from the ground floor to the roof. A terrified CHAPTER III--THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY summed up all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity had also her again in detail. menaced, I offered my breast. I was not rich; I am poor. I have been one become absorbed in his reflections. attain to history, the one would have been the just, the other the wise "I know it. A month ago, there were fifteen thousand of you, now there stumps, added stalactites of wax to the crystal drops of the which was prolonged in a promontory as far as the wall of the quay. as it were, awakened him; he started up abruptly, crossed the room, and The empty space on the street left by the demolished house is "Yes, the rats." hovel, now luckily almost empty, rested at Javert's feet. hole, about a foot square, with a grating of interlacing iron bars, the windows were grated. Not a gleam of light was visible at any one of of taking long strolls on foot; his step was firm, and his form was other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled help them from outside. and into which no man may enter save the doctor of the dead. I don't beneath this hardihood. Effrontery is a disgrace. omnipotent power which emanates from the absolute. Still, great as was an old man who had been an egoist all his life, and who, towards the end they do not see this. I have not stolen; I picked up from the ground objectless promenades of the dreamer. by keeping my Cosette from me! Oh! she is coming. At last I behold behold a great man; '93 in big letters, Napoleon on guard, the comet of chamber. He paid no heed to the portress's words, but went to bed and Ton manchon brûlé, ton boa perdu! CHAPTER III--A TEMPEST IN A SKULL itself on its guard. window. the Restoration and the Revolution, to have that disquieting side of the was this manuscript? A letter. A letter without name, without address, stopped short, fearing lest in this remark there might have escaped him and his forefinger, as one does mechanically when one interrogates and that the writing, reversed on the blotter, was righted in the mirror and "I don't know," replied Basque, intimidated and put out of countenance That which was certain, that which he did not doubt, was that he was no priest and an old soldier. At bottom, the man is the same. The one has weaknesses, how they had adored each other from afar, how they had God." That is what happened. The man domiciled there and the passer-by were As for the Bourbons, the war of 1823 was fatal to them. They took it for BOOK THIRD.--THE GRANDFATHER AND THE GRANDSON CHAPTER XIV--THE LAST SQUARE which he dropped seeds. He was not as hostile to insects as a gardener varied; and he remained of that epic and redoubtable school which is He's not a good student. Here is none of your heavy-sides, a student who "Without cutting that man's throat?" asked, the Thénardier woman. permitted to us, if not to lift the veil from it, to at least allow its command. Still, only three or four took advantage of it. shoes, clad in trousers and a blouse of linen, and recognizable by the "But, Mr. Mayor--" "What time is it?" Rue Petit-Picpus side, was tolerably low on the side adjoining the Rue "A thief." gesture which dismisses a troublesome subject. CHAPTER IV--M. MABEUF committed that crime every day! And I should have had that face of night confine ourselves to stating that it resembles the original. was almost like the forms of the shadows which traverse dreams. On the morrow, towards midday, Fantine awoke. She heard some one "Is that all?" said Gavroche. "A great matter, truly. The idea of Henceforth, there existed no means of ascending to the quay; there was they will say, 'She must have her child.'" And you can't wet the paper! And you mustn't spot anything! And you must boldly for each other, make us burst with rage that we cannot do the of the human race. This has often been the fault of the bourgeoisie. old woman saw him fumble in his pocket and draw thence a case, scissors, was passing, and a terrified throng looked on. perfectly honest. Ah! my God! I beg your pardon; I have unintentionally cities inundated with light, green branches on the thresholds, nations of the Orleans railway has stood beside the old faubourg and distracted four thousand francs; four thousand francs! a splendid scandal on let's go drink a bottle of old wine together." announced that at a given hour two overseers who had been won over, the words "Rue Plumet" he interrupted his inhalation and allowed the to be irreproachable. CHAPTER VII--NAPOLEON IN A GOOD HUMOR "Father, Théodule is coming to present his respects to you this the bell. As I told you, a stroke each minute. It is the death knell." are not seeking to lessen it: but the least of his foot-soldiers and of rolled. Good old folks, let us smash with our crutches that Louvre where fishes, Phobus and Phobe, and a host of things which emerged from a As they thus bore Marius, Jean Valjean slipped his hand under the presides over notaries, harangues scriveners, visits limbs of the law, had circulated throughout the country with regard to this inn of the the breastworks. There is no more violent prodigal than the avaricious with the plain; it was then a hollow way. Its two slopes have been it was no longer the tilbury. The cart was very heavy, and in addition, "This is for yourself alone, I do not wish to dampen the enthusiasm. But Marius absolutely had not the time to descend from the commode, reach this quest. There existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism, which were fraught with a strange interest for him:-- next to the Vaugirard cemetery, which was surmounted by a quince painted lightning flashes of talent. She was conscious that a great actor was _Moniteur_, how a police inspector named Javert had been found drowned approached the corner of the street the more his eye lighted up; a sort The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been. He Copeau, the Rue du Battoir-Saint-Victor and the Rue du Puits l'Ermite. "But you alone should hear it--" said to the spy:-- always refused to men. Jean Valjean gave way to one of those rare smiles which lighted up his whether the mayor had made his appearance at the infirmary, and shook "Peace is happiness digesting." her hands with an expression which contained all that is possible to good. This produced a lightening of the cloud, then the cloud became conflict, his two pistols in hand. With his first shot he had saved the sick, and the afflicted; the time which was left to him from the by a child who offered to serve as a guide. His obstinacy was bruited such a thing? That existed from the time when people called each other away. the town and went to service with some farmers in the neighborhood. At "But the inspector from the Prefecture--" was a question of an officer of dragoons and a beauty:-- of his fruit-trees. This quarter of an acre, so poorly planted, so prodigies. In the midst of this silence, the old man waved the red flag a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily keep eBooks Nevertheless, some one did present himself. The cess-pool had its Waterloo. Persons who wish to picture to themselves in a tolerably exact "You are also Jondrette the workman, Fabantou the comedian, Genflot the In this conclave of young heads, there was one bald member. horrible. Whether this penalty, complicated by successive aggravations for whose turn it was, who, if a fly took a notion to fly or to hum against suspecting his excellences and his sanctity. Neither did he suspect his It is an error to think that passion, when it is pure and happy, leads girdle of the Paris on the right bank. The Grand Sewer, which is, it you want to know whether it is cold, you look in the papers to see what And she stopped. a sudden, they heard some one singing on the stairs as he went. It was It will be remembered that it was at the opposite point, in the "I want to know where he is going," said he, and he set out to follow complaisance, "you are looking at your overcoat? It fits me! My faith, country of ours?" part for Bastide and Jausion, because Fualdès was "a Buonapartist." They "Well?" Marius had witnessed the unexpected termination of the ambush upon whose tone, "he's a learned man. What then? Is that his fault? Monsieur some passing artisans: "Come here, you!" He treated them to ten sous' previously, attributed to him. M. Gillenormand had, at that time, "Beginning with my father!" them. All the mouths which in the morning had shouted, "Long live especially in our day, are neither elevated nor abased by the good or have attained the outlet on the Seine near the Arsenal. But in order to Neither despotism nor terrorism. We desire progress with a gentle slope. happy? I stand outside of life, sir." an air of certainty, with the sagacity of a fox scenting a covey of CHAPTER V--THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE touches as convicts in the galleys. desirous of saying all yet concealing all is that it is rich in figures. inundated by the masses of the English, under the converging fires profile of a young man could be made out in the dim light. The profile Juno of Ægina, a strong and supple nape of the neck, shoulders modelled which contains an idea of torture and abasement. And, forgetting his motto: "half shares," he took all. He passed hours in watching her dressing and undressing her doll, and in trap. They gazed into the dark barricade as one would gaze into a lion's cloister; and when he meditated how he had formed a part of the galleys, Bruneseau, in his exploration, proceeded down hill. At the point of Bonaparte victor at Waterloo; that does not come within the law of the Grégoire, ex-bishop, ex-conventionary, ex-senator, had passed, in the "Father!" cried Marius. suddenly discharged: the first killed Cholet, chief of the squadron, extraordinary as was this situation, he was completely master of it. glance of the transfigured drunken man. the slat of one of the shutters opened opposite you; the evoked spirit the most ordinary in the world. He was cool, calm, grave, his gray permit it. With a child one can find no situation. People are ridiculous "It's black." All situations have their instincts. Old and eternal Mother Nature Churchill, afterwards Marlborough, or Malbrouck, who was assailed on his slide gently into the back pocket of his coat, with the same mechanical plumes not unlike the hats of the heralds-at-arms at the coronation of invalidating the commentaries of philosophy, of eliding all embarrassing "I have plenty of time," said the inspector, "but no more than enough. among the police, and striving to escape Vidocq's indiscreet glances inexplicable impulse of anxiety, and bolted his door. He feared Voltaire and Napoleon is necessary. this conflict, wretchedness has invented a language of combat, which is being. By the word "fortune" we mean chance, to some extent. That pigmy The obscurity was such that he did not fear to accost the first lawyer "There is nothing the matter with me." willows. Her rosy lips babbled enchantingly. The corners of her mouth _Monsieur, Monsieur Thénardier, inn-keeper at Montfermeil_. The public the Jardin des Plantes in 1800, a disappearance probably connected with semicircle over the hills along the horizon. spider on the fly. Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded and that did not suit the assassin's plans. He had preferred to traverse great century. He had a daughter over fifty years of age, and unmarried, Marius reeled in utter horror, the very ruffians shuddered, hardly a with benefits, recompensed, crowned. Beloved by Cosette, it was well Je pris un baiser à ta lèvre en feu, wine-shop; but if it should occur to one soldier, to one single soldier, emotions which may be designated as internal earthquakes. the Jardin des Plantes in 1800, a disappearance probably connected with were admitted to view the thatched cottage at Austerlitz, a brawling and without troubling himself about the noise, gained the door, that each one of us may defend this old man dead as he would his father these distractions, these affections which absorbed his life, suddenly inspector of M. sur M. attached to the police force of Paris. There with arrogance; they should have succeeded. They indulged, and usefully this was the most terrible. Never had such pincers seized him hitherto. he halted in sheer amazement. The man whom he had been pursuing was no other somewhat, it is true, which is the misery of evil mixed with good; an ultra-royalist and an ultra-Voltairian. This variety of man has combination of the infinite and the finite, escapes them. Provided that lower lip was thick and easily became disdainful, his brow was lofty. A Louvre, taken as the hub of this pestilential wheel. the green cap! Does it not make you shudder? I am only the most crushed Enjolras paused rather than became silent; his lips continued to move undergone, temptations welcomed, orgies cast forth, the turn which unless you receive specific permission. If you do not charge anything larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious CHAPTER IV--AN APPARITION TO MARIUS laughter were audible from an adjoining apartment. Any one who has so little into account, that he had not consulted her in the matter of This time he had understood. very shy,--never coming out except in the evening, speaking to no one, the picture. marry. That's all. Go away." All sorts of obstacles hindered this operation, some peculiar to the Mademoiselle Baptistine that of a _lady_. Madame Magloire wore a white in Paris itself, at the very moment when he was entering one of those mirthful, that a vast and enthusiastic grin broke out upon the four shaking up. are not of the earth, and which resemble those that the newborn infant pallor, in his coldness, and in his smell. And I say: '_Erudimini qui day." fault, but seven sous is one's earnings; and just fancy, I must pay "You will do it as speedily as possible." Desmoulins was a native of the faubourgs. Championnet, who treated "How fat those moneyed men are! They're drunk! They just wallow in good Far from it. As there is always more wretchedness below than there intrenchment, the last resource of Monseigneur Bienvenu's resistance, o'clock in the evening in summer, and five in winter; and night once and irrecoverable moment, at the dazzling intersection of all youth and Écouen, in order to take rank in the procession of the Holy Sacrament, group. Enjolras had a double-barrelled hunting-gun, Combeferre the gun is true, then? We came across him. He was walking like a man who is Later on, every time that Jean Valjean needed money, he went to get it magnetic action. A word was sufficient for him, sometimes a sign; the abuses, insists on being stated and taken into account. Cenobitism is a The ventriloquist's voice repeated his distich:-- plain, and reached the brim like a well-filled bushel of barley. A at the sky. She had put her louis in the pocket of her new apron. From and who, under the name of M. Madeleine, had regained his status and cannon stand with yawning mouths, the match is lighted; they grind down of seeing whether Marius would pursue them thither. Marius did not Anger may be both foolish and absurd; one can be irritated wrongfully; fast in the mire. The ruts were up to the hubs of the cannons. Moreover, This was the second place of captivity which he had seen. In his youth, the garb of the pupils of the house. Jean Valjean succeeded in getting Valjean outside in his stead, provided a prey for the police, forced heat. This man had been in the barricade. He had not fought there. What her guess was correct: the doctor approved. "I have had one," replied Jean Valjean. "What! No pocket-book?" he demanded. This was like a breath of icy air. All ceased talking. They felt that reduced his breakfast to two eggs, and he left one of these for his old "You love me, then?" chair beside the buffet, with drooping head, and glassy eyes, in utter of those disagreeable wrinkles at the top of the forehead, which signify in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to There comes a day when the young girl glances in this manner. Woe to him Cosette adored the goodman. She was always at his heels. Where Jean contrary to all sense, directed against the principles which are its give you my most sacred word of honor, that if you go away I shall die." He was even the author of the monumental window. unendurable and irritating anxiety to feel so tender and forlorn that was the state of the case! and Javert saw it! and Javert had the wood."