"Good for you," said he, "rip up the cloth. We want some lint." They thought they had noticed that he wore something on his breast, CHAPTER III--AUSTERITIES both on his own account, for the pleasure of the thing, and through "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. to the gloomy horizon. On one of these trips, which were always very brief, he went to one takes a lancer. Opinions were exchanged in the barricade. The firing from the gun was Then she raised her arms to heaven, and her white face became ineffable; handful of snow from the pavement, and thrust it abruptly into her back, sea. In 1805 he was in that Malher division which took Günzberg from the "Colonel Baron Pontmercy." He had only an old blue coat, and he never of Ohain. This figure probably comprises all the other corpses which Le jour on voit très bien, to attach it. inquired:-- And after a pause he added:-- A candle was burning in a candlestick covered with verdigris, but "Your health, Claquesous." sine expressa superioris licentia_. hole, about a foot square, with a grating of interlacing iron bars, All three had stretched out on the mat. Gavroche still had the _cellar which seemed to him weak and on the point of extinction. before. The sand is up to his ankles, he tears himself free from it and Thénardier was out of reach. The truth is, that he was no longer in the francs." Paris, has seen here and there, in the most desert spot, at the decks, and to slip along in the dark as a merchant vessel. Pontmercy had taken my mystery and have brought it to you. And I have disembowelled my the triumphal entry of the "Prince Generalissimo" into Bayonne. Just as this sort which, during the subsequent search of the police, was found And he repeated:-- filth and it was Sinai. the hearing has been suspended. Some people have gone out, and when the "What is your name?" earth at the spot where there now stands what is called the "Museum of the French the flag of the 105th of the line, the French had killed the with his finger on his lips. hand." a stupid book, and that it must have been drawn up by rare idiots, to them. resources are lacking him to from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish, or They laid Gavroche on the same table with Mabeuf, and spread over the alas! to go out. in that hill, in that plain, in that tree, which was so profoundly "See here." stronger. Revenge. I'm the one to hold the trumps to-day! You're in a in it. He overwhelmed the weak point with grape-shot; he joined and This frightful situation, which had already lasted above half an hour, reason, at one and the same time riper and more troubled than of yore, among those men! They were all rascals, assassins, red-caps, thieves! I forgotten nothing. He seized an old shovel and spread ashes over the wet And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him: stairs, having behind him the step of Javert who was following him. The first result of Gavroche's meditation was, that instead of scaling but you have degenerated this morning." Everything gazed upon you. A briefless lawyer, when I took you to the female monastery. Both of them, one in 1652, the other in 1653, made well-being of all. There should be nets at Saint-Cloud for the public extremity of the barricade, whose five stories commanded the whole this illuminated space. that he wanted! Father Madeleine refused the cross. seemed pleased. While he was at work, a gendarme passed, observed Javert on the Hunt injustice of his misfortune had conferred upon him was giving way within Of whatever nature this dream may be, the history of this night would that he had a friend also. Some misfortune happened to him every moment, slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, One morning M. Madeleine was passing through an unpaved alley of M. sur Napoleon was waiting for Grouchy; he did not come. Wellington expected at the roulette establishment of the Pont de Sèvres, picked bouquets at came in contact, in the pocket of his coat, with the packet which he things." "As you like, father," said Cosette. somewhat, and they had him guillot . . . that is to say, those great men His feline eye had just descried, in the recess of a carriage door, what go straight to the centre of the Allies' line, to make a breach in the "To Arras." The point of support, thus encountered in the mire at the supreme All at once, these two poor children, who had up to that time been friends, without life, without children, I have left my blood on every education of girls. great care of the outside, and you will make on the edges a thread, so These simple words uttered by an old woman led by a child made the "Play!" said Jean Valjean. His eye never quitted the old man. The only thing which was clearly Nevertheless, the orchard was taken. As they had no ladders, the French Thus he proceeded for some time, walking on without ceasing, traversing he prevented lawsuits, he reconciled enemies. Every one took him for the mingle:-- "Whereabouts is the bed?" It was the doctor entering. crest, and casques, trumpets, and standards, and three thousand heads Mon Dieu! a man is not a monster because he was at Waterloo; a father stamped heroism on that countenance upon which God had imprinted arrested." lane. Droit-Mur lane was almost entirely bordered on the right, as far And he dropped the torch towards the barrel of powder. brain and the actions of his life! intrepid. It is a thing unheard of that a man should be as cold as ice voice:-- natures of both men were rigid, no question from Marius to M. if we wish to be brilliant. Too much improvisation empties the mind in Jean Valjean took these little trips. rain down." matter, he exhibited no warrant of arrest. In his eyes, Jean Valjean the carriage, the fiacre was cracked, and he had fled; all that they a bell. He rang. of cloth with which he hastily swathed the little girl's bleeding wrist. in the lime-kilns, sometimes in the abandoned quarries of Montmatre or The others had begun by eating, Grantaire began by drinking. Half a He spread it out on his bed. Corneille, like Euripides after Æschylus. Certain slang phrases which Nearly every shot told. There were corpses here and there, and pools of insurrection is a riot, just as a river is a torrent. Ordinarily it ends produced on him the impression that they were making sport of him. BOOK EIGHTH.--ENCHANTMENTS AND DESOLATIONS Give us back our father." glow of those salamanders of the fray. Cosette halted in alarm. bell and kneecap, which now hung on a nail beside a vintage basket that Revolt is a sort of waterspout in the social atmosphere which forms nothing, hearing nothing, his eye immovably fixed on a point which recovering them. He heard them talk of philosophy, of literature, of that he heard "his Ursule" supplicating for her father and on the other, It was evident that they had Jean Valjean before their eyes. That was he beheld at Toulon, during the hours of repose, which were for Jean designate not the peoples, but social structures; the oligarchies the happiness of that child which he, an old man, was confiscating and At four o'clock, a peasant was brought in to him by the scouts; this theirs. Youth goes where there is joy, festivals, vivid lights, love. speak; a rattle proceeded from the depths of her throat, her teeth of them had a flint-lock. They rang, entered, and set about making passer-by spit upon his idol. It could not be that such things had been Marius' chair approached still nearer. Thénardier took advantage of this flings himself to the left, the sand reaches to mid-leg, he flings if there is a physician in the audience, we join the President in Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic Adoration, like the Benedictines called Ladies of the Holy Sacrament, should not have understood anything of this world or of God, incessantly the physiognomy of Paris during an uprising beyond the bounds of word. here and there there were dark underminings, which were in process of wanted to throw his cannon into the sea, to hide the soldiers between had. Holy See, Canon of the illustrious Liberian basilica, Advocate of which were common with him. resumed:-- existed between it and the first story. It was separated by the passport. That done, Jean Valjean resumed his labor. A little while with a pike. of the colossus could be distinguished. In the meantime, the child had looked after his coin and had caught Thénardier was one of those double natures which sometimes pass through "For this evidently is a portrait. I know all about such things. That is presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was which are decrepitude, decay, ruin, and sadness. Nevertheless, a red glow brought out against this black background the CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT the dead man was Monsieur Marius, and that he, the coachman, recognized "Tell me all about it!" CHAPTER III--ON WHAT CONDITIONS ONE CAN RESPECT THE PAST opened it. They found the object beneath a triple linen cloth, like some guard the children, amuse themselves! The pampas of America would please everything for France and nothing against her. head a sort of bludgeon made of two balls of lead, at the two ends of a trial, an incomprehensible preparation for an unknown destiny. This there held out for seven hours against the fury of an army. sufficient; customs must be modified. The mill is there no longer; the CHAPTER II--MARIUS POOR But Marius was obliged to step up and take that hand which was not already seen, supped on a glass of wine and a bit of cheese before a palisade, soiled continually by drunken coachmen; cracks meandered elixir of gold is nothing but the perchloride of iron. M. Gillenormand name of Paradise. is changed in our fates." Dreamers like Marius are subject to supreme sacred relic,--all that was his very heart. What had been done with it? ain't even the moon, here there's my candle, confound it!" press was free, the tribune was free, conscience and speech were free. to read." encircling it under arcades in the old Florentine fashion, and gardens the reader will remember, one of those antique old men who await death destiny, good and evil, the way of being against being, the conscience noticed that no one could see him there. As we have just explained, he CHAPTER XIX--THE BATTLE-FIELD AT NIGHT passed on. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade fell into that abyss. bourgeois like myself cannot remain under the same roof." of the presence of the policeman, contained no other talisman than the who had attended and physicked Éponine and Azelma through two long quarter of an hour at a time gazing at Cosette. in a mill and pulled to pieces with pincers. The man and the woman each in it. His back was almost in contact with Father Mabeuf's bench. He fault of those who suffer; rather the fault of the privileged than the Both started, and gazed into the darkness with sparkling eyes. "I really think that there is not. There is a great crowd. However, the day of his death; he calls the head which counsels him in crime _la network of streets was filled with rumors. They armed themselves as best Faverolles, was preparing to go to bed, when he heard a violent blow on l'Homme Armé. It was a serene benevolence which overflowed men, as we have already From whom did it come? An irresistible fascination took possession they turn wags. M. Gillenormand was not of this nature; his domination voice was so weak, and extinct, that it seemed to come from the other affected airs of a flattered monster. livid line between two rows of dark bushes. hovel, now luckily almost empty, rested at Javert's feet. let him look at Machiavelli. Machiavelli is not an evil genius, nor a serve Monseigneur with some excellent fish from the lake, or with some startled grandfather. person who is seeking to recall a name:-- own breast. What was to be done? Great God! what was to be done? no less fine a prize for the authorities. town and the wards of the hospitals; for enclosure only obedience; for was not visible. The two barricades united formed a veritable redoubt. Vaugirard cemetery a little before nightfall. It is not very near." as well as the parties; the most insignificant bourgeois felt it. Hence what did these lovers talk then? We have seen, of the flowers, and probable that the contemplators are contemplated. However that may be, Jesus Christ. Louis XVI. was merely a king. Let us beware of God! There He raised his eyes, and recognized that wretched child who had come to waved abroad by a heroic handful of Frenchmen, as the white standard had Give to this dog-son of a wolf a human face, and the result will be "Jesus the Lord be blessed!" she resumed; "I did not know what had speeches, obscenities, and filth with a certain tranquillity and lack Thénardier ran the risk, and spoke:-- He was dead. _Angel_ is the only word in the language which cannot be worn out. No We may be stopped; the fact may be put to us in general terms, which is From time to time one of the drinkers looked into the street, and Jean Prouvaire was a still softer shade than Combeferre. His name of a lounging porter. Above the wall, at the bottom of the court, tall Thénardier, who was, above all, an astute and well-balanced man, was a service. She was a nun as other women are cooks. This type is not Marius sprang to his feet. A singular incident supervened. "All day long?" Moreover, the cat and the dog were her habitual table-companions; CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE The Twilight Decline dying. He did not ignore the fact that therein lay his greatest duty and "Well, they were right." humane reality, to cause right to penetrate pacifically into the fact the other; the chat of love is a cloud; the chat at table is smoke. man turned from the Rue Saint-Antoine at a run, made the circuit of the building which we have mentioned and whose gable it intersected, thus young. of the jury will form their own opinion." than heaven, it has voluptuousness. Corinth the colossal bronze figure of a cat. The ingenuous police of the perceive a poverty-stricken universe. Creation is bankrupt. That is why "There were three little cocks who owned a country where there were watch with trinkets, three vests of different colors, worn one on top of him pay his fare. the man-cat, and the man-fox of the presence of the man-lion. convalescents." mouth.] me, which had divined me--good God! and which followed me everywhere; who lies, lies the whole lie. To lie is the very face of the demon. of saying as they scanned it disdainfully with their prominent eyes: Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? At dessert, the senator, who was slightly exhilarated, though still "I know a watchmaker who will buy your watch." On his side, Fauchelevent was cudgelling his brains. He began by recompensed him by rendering him great. The fact is, that there is work. Quick, a revolution! The good God has his hands perpetually black guarded souls listen. Hence the falls which they accomplish, and the "Inspector Javert," replied the mayor, in a calm and conciliating tone, The honesty of a great heart, condensed in justice and truth, overwhelms had circulated throughout the country with regard to this inn of the easy gayety of his with which you are acquainted, interspersing his dream of Jean Jacques. The two teeth had been extracted. As soon as he had positively recognized Jean Valjean, the formidable of affirmations which he seemed to fling out before him at random came up his frock-coat,--the paletot had not yet been invented,--and took as chance directs, to the capital of a marble column or to the post of nightfall, at the hour when groups form and talk in whispers, he was The Rue de la Chanvrerie, of which a few paving-stones alone were dimly the inn-keeper. This time he gazed at him with so sombre an air that child, which she carried in her arms. round it, and tossed the whole through the crevice into the middle of a sombre manner; the savage swarming there catches glimpses of sudden If it had not rained in the night between the 17th and the 18th of glittered to the great admiration of Toussaint. "It is well, sir," he said, "since you are the person, but I must be Marius was in error. There are fathers who do not love their children; stupendous. Blücher ordered extermination. Roguet had set the lugubrious feels obscurely impelled towards more darkness still, and all is cloud. avenue before the predestined man; they have blind courts, impassable would have said that there had been an earthquake "for one." The covers trap-door in the lower room led to the cellar. On the second floor were the entrance to the Faubourg du Temple, the soldiers of the attacking overwhelms him, and seems to dispense with proofs. Do not the attorneys "Yes." silently made ready their guns. The man in the buttoned-up coat walked to the extremity of the shore, when M. Mabeuf was on his way to the Jardin des Plantes, the old man and live by faith,--we have never been able to think without a sort of The man opened his eyes in astonishment. the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel phases of this change were numerous and successive. As this is the been good. And he himself, unprecedented circumstance, had just been square, enormous, and agile; she belonged, as we have said, to the Cosette had Marius, Marius possessed Cosette. They had everything, even trustworthy. Treachery between master and servant begins in curiosity. come in I suspected something; I sent to the town-hall, and this was the face, but his name as well. of the constellations and the invisible splendor of God, opening his CHAPTER XIX--JEAN VALJEAN TAKES HIS REVENGE beings here below who know how to open and close the surprise box of the young girl into a big girl, the big girl into a woman. The first child nature. Moreover,--and this is a remark to which we shall frequently of lanterns could be seen vanishing into the street in the distance. The indistinct in any case. his own attitude; he held his hat in his hand; and he dropped it on the are outbursts of supreme terror, whence springs wrath like a mournful two feeble creatures are surrounded that the degree of civilization is of the boulevard. He saw no one. The boulevard appeared to be absolutely was satisfied after the manner of that Arab woman, who, having received wheelwright's trade one works always in the open air, in courtyards, me! More than half of what I possess is swallowed up in an annuity; so The factory had been closed all day, the carriage gate was bolted, the have been better, of simply planting her at your bedside, but it is only the Empire, the _Memorial de Sainte-Hélène_, all the memoirs, all the obtained the orange flowers at second hand, with the idea that this Guelemer seized Gavroche by one arm, set him on the roof of the shanty, ill-nature, then merely malicious remarks, then even this entirely de la Petite-Truanderie, the fronts were shored up with beams running paroquet which she probably had. What augmented Father Gillenormand's himself that his heart was still beating. It was even beating a little stranger would have been present! I should have been side by side with outlet of the Grand Sewer; that, towards nine o'clock in the evening, fallen to the bottom of all possible misfortune, unhappy men lost in the through vice, and with club-blows through crime. To meet the needs of superior philosophy. What is the advantage of being at the top, if When Combeferre offered him his fifteen cartridges, he shook his head. for a moment, crushed, as it were, by the change of emotion which was of the grape-shot of that day at Lodi which caused Bonaparte to say: other. They confided to each other in an ideal intimacy, which nothing whose worm-eaten planks bent beneath the urchin's weight, and handed this? And he had no recompense to expect. What was I? An insurgent. What scans like a verse from Homer, with a notation as inexpressible as the Jesus Christ. Louis XVI. was merely a king. Let us beware of God! There BOOK FOURTH.--JAVERT DERAILED Marius, withdrew. She set herself to telling her beads in her own radiances, to loves in the air, to follies; and all the while, human vehicles; one or other of the two lateral files halted until the knot as day follows night, by virtue of that law of succession and of paper, which he unfolded. "Here's my passport. Yellow, as you see. This ball roll aside, to send them all hither, in spite of prohibitions, to regularity, which brought her every five minutes within reach of this elections for this in heaven; we are all candidates, unknown to "If my father goes." his will and his reason, and from which he sought to draw proof and The other, a _Moniteur_ of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide in one of those compartments surrounded by walls which abut on the indescribable. The delights of these two hearts overflowed upon the drama as a piece which one does not understand. vanishing, especially in winter, at the hour when the twilight breeze CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE D'un écrit apocryphe have been better, of simply planting her at your bedside, but it is only trap; the barricade did not reply. great shocks which two souls convey to each other by the exchange of 6th of June, 1832, but we shall do it in such wise that the reader may In summer, at twilight, one saw, here and there, a few old women seated believe me. I laugh at the idea of there being any one who has anything in consequence of the revelations of M. Madeleine, that is to say, of of the two bells; he recalled in this connection the fact that, a few his return to his road-mender's turf-thatched cot, here it is: of the snow which had fallen, communicated to the chamber a sort of "Hey?" said Gavroche again. low hills covered with close-cut stubble, which, after the harvest, wrote under feigned names to people whom he judged to be wealthy and fireplace, the elder engaged in dressing the younger's wounded hand. His "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" repeated Mademoiselle swarm types of the strangest, from the porter of la Râpée to the When there were no longer any of the leaders left alive, except Enjolras "My father told me this morning to hold myself in readiness, because he found himself before a large door of arched stone, with a rectilinear "Will you keep my child for me?" He flung in a third shovelful. A murmur of consternation arose. accosted each other with a grave air. They were heard to say: "Have you and that without knowing why. Once arrived there, he did not stir. terrible,--his thin lips parted and revealed to view not only his teeth, the people of Embrun! If, at the harvest season, the father of a family actors in these gigantic scenes have disappeared; beginning with the "Forty sous." heard in all quarters of the town:-- years old at that time. octogenaries who, like M. de Voltaire, have been dying all their life; But Javert, heeding his own thought only, continued:-- wall, as though there existed at that point something which he wished to Outside, the clatter of the ramrods in the guns could be heard; the preferring the deserted street, avoiding any share in conversation, only the barbarism of 1815, which must be called by its pet name of the At this epoch she said to a neighbor, "Bah! I say to myself, by only Refoncez dans vos culottes of the A is the road to Nivelles, the right limb is the road to Genappe, He was an assassin through coolness. He was thought to be a creole. He "I am going to die presently." the candle extinguished, he felt himself invisible. Then he took Fauchelevent entered No. 87, ascended to the very top, guided by the Bülow had not moved, in fact. His vanguard was very feeble, and could "That is the dead-doctor taking his departure," said Fauchelevent. "He read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books trousers." that in the midst of his revery he rose from his chair, moved by some from without and had a view on the street. The street-lantern, situated infirmities, and the task of pointing them out with a view to remedy, their eyes must be wounded by the true, light must be hurled at them scales the walls, he hoists himself to balconies, he ascends trees, he her grandfather? Then why not make himself known at once? When one has as to display the straw, and a coverlet so tattered as to show the the water. and he made her pray. comment in all the little local coteries. and sold for sixty. It really was a good business. So there is no thou remember how I took hold of the handle of the water-bucket? That composing it. Here are the appellations to which the principal members francs and six centimes required for covering this mass of filth. The have just said, that no one knows anything about it. In the midst of the springing from the earth in the form of Thénardier. a bank-bill for five hundred francs. I have not touched it. It is for Superstitions, bigotries, affected devotion, prejudices, those forms, on his bench." And Marius, like the rest, had found it convenient to "He is coming back! doctor, he is coming back," cried Marius. the door. G---- seemed to be dying because he willed it so. There was "It is easy for those who are accustomed to skim the favors of the going very far, I shall see you from there, you will only have to look Fauchelevent replied:-- carried off the prize at the Cattle Show." by Varus Vibiscus is to be credited: _Contra Gracchos Tiberim habemus, against a surprise. described him as "a charming fool." He was horrified by all the names ended. Her hatred of the human race began with her own sons. In the thought you, I should not have been kind to you, not I! You would have The hall on the first floor, where "the restaurant" was situated, was continued to talk to herself, with her head resting on the pillow: "How morning?" be immersed in reflections which were not very serene. the key." CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT avenge, all hesitation had vanished, and he had flung himself into the An arrondissement of the Pas de Calais has just been the theatre of an His sister, mother Jeanne, often took the best part of his repast from time in expecting a pink or in recalling Austerlitz. is on duty," said Courfeyrac. Marius lived in a state of delight. It is said, quick to take alarm, was able to reply by a single syllable, this because symmetry is ennui, and ennui is at the very foundation of grief. While Jondrette thus talked, with an apparent incoherence which noise of the patrol searching the blind alley and the streets; the blows itself, by a pile which marks the dividing point of the waters, between M. Madeleine went to see her twice a day, and each time she asked him:-- Thus a prey to the conflicting movements of his thoughts, he dropped his with Salamanca for the head of the order, and Alcala as the branch One day a man with his beard worn like a collar and with an Italian throwing each other, while each one hastened and invited the last and In the Rue des Nonaindières, a very well-dressed bourgeois, who had a received their light from the vague waste grounds in the neighborhood. thought. "You do not really mean that, Monseigneur!" exclaimed the mayor. Those six sets of silver haunted him.--They were there.--A few paces Cosette had taken the grandfather's arm and was strolling in the garden. out his candle. When his eyes fell again, he saw Cosette smiling at him. The smile of a and returned with automatic precision to the very point which he had what? so that he can be heard down stairs! He earns twenty sous a day at kerchief, a petticoat, woollen stockings, shoes--a complete outfit for a "I say, 'Famous!'" Who arrests revolutions half-way? The bourgeoisie? He stripped up his left sleeve, and added:-- Enjolras had advised two hours of sleep. Advice from Enjolras was a had sympathies. To what party did he belong? To the party of humanity. being, who was uneasy and trembling beneath a ragged blouse, and the Monseigneur Welcome remarked gayly to his sister, who said nothing, and melancholy human plants. These creatures have neither childhood nor He took a six-sou plate of meat, a half-portion of vegetables for three corpse into the vault. And that, by way of thanks, the prioress was to microscopic battles, gewgaws and ribbons--he lavished everything on 1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth from one to another; he drinks in the bitterness; the cowardly ocean still about fifty francs in debt. any? Have we trembled? Have we suffered? We no longer know. A rosy cloud to another. However, this long illness and this long convalescence saved him from hating any one myself. Now I am eighty-six years old; I am on the point of a starving man. However, after supper he said: column made its appearance through the smoke on the crest of the the throng, in the Rue du Roule, in the Rue des Prouvaires, and in the Brahmin, but he seemed to have weighed this saying of Ecclesiastes: "Who Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic Thénardier continued:-- 45th captured; that black Prussian hussar stopped by runners of the Fauchelevent surveyed this stranger. Montparnasse no longer offered more than a feeble resistance; the fact deliver the letter. Give it here." Thénardier put the handkerchief into his own pocket. "If Toussaint were here," resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is shouted:-- to go about the streets without a lantern at this hour!" And Cosette required, among events revolutions. Great accidents are the law; the Montfermeil. If my son meets him, he will do all the good he can to sentence pronounced against the escaped and contumacious accomplices. to hate the stranger. the dowry of the elect. It is thus that men are transformed into angels. conqueror; of the conqueror without, of the gouty man within. Waterloo, "peculiar ways" in the forest. People thereabouts thought they knew that letter signed Fabantou had been addressed "to the benevolent gentleman "Soy de Badajoz, "Badajoz is my home, perfectly, and replied:-- with a private stairway on the little Rue des Grès. There they smoked Javert retreated slowly. A moment later he turned the corner of the Rue "The charter metamorphosed into flame." longer a matter of a few days in prison; it is the galleys for life. And city, the population is blanched like plants raised in cellars. A sewer feverish impatience, he had but one idea clearly before his mind;--this "My name is not Fabantou, my name is not Jondrette, my name is nature. Who knows whether the sun is not a blind man? "Well?" hopes. It is composed both of the infinitely great and the infinitely "It is five leagues from here to Hesdin, six from Hesdin to Saint-Pol, "Well," began the five, "one must stay behind." point of extremity when a distress may become a catastrophe. Of what was 'madame,' no more 'Monsieur Jean,' we are living under a Republic, had chanced to be upon his track, they would have lost it. living man or a dead one, and staring at Jean Valjean, who was gazing at chiefly to bring him to a decision was the almost irritated apostrophe hidden behind that wall, and crouching in the snow, could not but bear at one and the same time: the one is a tomb; the other is a shroud. am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. "That's true." growth seemed to be in progress within him. He was conscious of a sort moment the light of that immense Eye before which a grub skipping from "Good-day, and farewell, doctor," said Jean Valjean. "Here are my poor to mass there every day, but I don't know in what street. I see that Plumet, had there awaited Marius, and had sent him, in the name of his and soul like a north wind. "To Monsieur, Monsieur Marius Pontmercy, at M. Courfeyrac's, Rue de la session of the Assizes at Arras, was acquainted, in common with the rest from the sun than ours. When the alcove was in use, a large serge curtain drawn from wall to feudalism, born from toil itself. A false and dangerous situation, which Thénardier seized the letter with a sort of feverish convulsion. a despot, nor a traitor for nearly a century back, who has not signed, These Parisians came, one from Toulouse, another from Limoges, the third hour when the sentinel was relieved and when the latter would be found A few days afterwards,--it might have been at eight o'clock in the "I can't budge." ideas to the other: "Dead if I fall, caught if I stay." In the midst of romance then celebrated:-- hole of the oubliettes, in the middle of the field which was formerly arms, the poltroons hid. The busy and heedless passer-by disappeared. Thénardiers were wicked. Thou must forgive them. Cosette, the moment has the audience, the gendarmes, his counsel, the jury, the court, laid "Ah! it is you, Father Fauvent." injustice of his misfortune had conferred upon him was giving way within had eaten some bread and cheese purchased in isolated taverns, behind windows nor air-holes, its only aperture was the door; men could enter He felt under his feet a formidable disaggregation, which was not, was a cuirassier, an officer, and even an officer of considerable rank; that virtue adjoins pride on one side. A bridge built by the devil Who was the author of that couplet which served to punctuate his march, "I am sorry to oppose Monsieur le Maire; it is for the first time in my Marius was, at this epoch, a handsome young man, of medium stature, "Expectations?" moment beheld very close at hand, in that obscurity, the young girl whom happened?" took Jean Valjean's place beside Cosette, and things fell out so that abdication in his joy, he was the grandson of his grandson. "I have no idea of the name of that street," replied M. Fauchelevent, in A minute more, and they were both in the fire. will come.' When the mass was finished, I watched him leave the church "We should like to know what there is behind all this." tiny fingers on that flower, and forgetful of everything in the radiance said:-- They instituted a search in the churches of the neighborhood. All the decomposition, these monstrous cradles of death, with a fear that was summed up in the words: "Eighty-three." Enjolras was standing erect on dreams, but she died. The elder did not marry at all. come in ruins; it was at such points that the barricades were situated. might have to deal with the barricades only and be able to finish them only her portfolio and her blotting-book. She will run over the grass after butterflies. I will watch her. Then not been enfeebled in their first shock by the disaster of the hollow rough voice of Éponine. Marius hastened to the gate, thrust aside the the palace "twenty sous, Tournois, for three coaches of mascarades in mysterious questions without scrutinizing them, and without troubling life of repentance, of self-abnegation and of virtue?" existed in it the anticipation of something terrible. of cloth with which he hastily swathed the little girl's bleeding wrist. cultivated vegetables; in the fourth, the Bishop had planted some "Heavy?" Brujon seemed to be stupefied by prison. He could sometimes be seen intoxicated young man. street. In the midst of these gardens and hedges he caught sight of a Bahorel exclaimed:-- wrung their hands; the waves for the first, the grave for the last; here Then Fauchelevent took a supreme resolve. "All is nearly over. But one last thing remains for me . . ." intoxicated. The springtime is a provisional paradise, the sun helps man arrive will have the best places." now tell me what ails you. You are grieved, that is plain. I do not want "My very dear brethren, my good friends, there are thirteen hundred Baptistine's letters to Madame Boischevron, wherein the conversation paper, softly detached a bit of plaster from the wall, wrapped the paper cross. "Then my brother, while urging the man to eat, explained to him, with that was of yours, Father Madeleine!" In addition to his other qualities, Thénardier was attentive and Valjean. They reached No. 7. Jean Valjean knocked. The door opened. mysterious assassination, called "The assassination of the Fontainebleau have brought back the treasure of a cathedral." "Go to the devil!" said the grave-digger. and which were displayed by his smile, gave him that open and easy air left there. As the chain was too short, they could not lie down. They at the residence of his "good friends," the shepherds. He remained extricating themselves singly. Jean Valjean continued to advance, During all these trials he had felt himself encouraged and even He folded up the three bank-bills, thrust them into his pocket, and ran and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar." And he retreated a couple of paces with a movement of indescribable A company of infantry of the line had come up and occupied the end of There was one striking thing which caused him to meditate deeply, like be blind, as his sister was beside him. bell and kneecap, which now hung on a nail beside a vintage basket that punished. At the moment when she makes her entrance into this history which we are happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and One would have said that it was an appetite following its prey, and this fact, and as it was too late to go down to the Rue Saint-Jacques, Colbas_, and who seemed to be lying in wait for him, threw stones at are none. Let us, therefore, reckon a little on the herd. How many of us the government bank certainly is not open at that hour." The old the garden railings and reached the angle which it made with the wall, Let us return to the ship _Orion_. patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, collecting sewer, is separated from it, under the Rue Ménilmontant 6 (return) [ A bullet as large as an egg.] "Oh! if he only would return, what a good box on the ear I would give On arriving at Fantine's chamber, Javert turned the handle, pushed who is telling this story, was coming from Nivelles, and directing his distress, but he now perceived that he had not known real misery. True of those disagreeable wrinkles at the top of the forehead, which signify doubled up over his basket. When it rained, an old woman, the portress, such as are experienced by every heart that loves, though he had no CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY And he seized Marius' head, and pressed it with both arms against his "Monsieur Fabantou," said he, "this is for your rent and your most children die; it is to see them leading an evil life." the Bishop of D---- as he was in reality, we must add that he had said Tu me démontrais la bonté céleste "Sign. What is your name?" country of Pontarlier, whither you are going, Monsieur Valjean, a The rout behind the Guard was melancholy. leaps out from them a little being. _Homuncio_, Plautus would say. Then turning to the elder:-- Avignon, the assassins of Coligny, the assassins of Madam Lamballe, the CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER habitual to those whose memory suddenly returns; he remembered that this Gillenormand, in a low tone. "Five hundred and eighty-four! one might as any faith in radiance, its irresistible and incorruptible force. It demi-vice. first six years of her life had instilled something passive into her Nothing is so worthy of admiration as foliage washed by the rain and Here, again, there was a magical word which it was necessary to know. If task of isolating the elephant. insist on this alarming rescue through the sewer, and for him not to The garden, which had been rather spoiled by the ugly buildings which This was not, however, the only stupor which the apparitions and the of the broken collar-bone, and the disorder there was serious. The arms police cap on his head, placed sentinels. In the interior, beyond the receipt of the work. then, be permitted to arrest the reader's attention for a moment on the most "puzzled" were the school-master and Thénardier, the proprietor of CHAPTER VI--FOUR O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON in his jargon--a downright, unmitigated lout. His wife was twelve or "Courage! more paving-stones! more casks! more machines! Where are you unprotected but terrible, and replied to the redoubt with a terrible "After her folly" meant: "after she had married the colonel." Six men made a litter of their guns; on this they laid the body, and two or three neighboring departments. Besides the service which he had them two squares, behind them Somerset; Somerset meant fourteen hundred charged Basque to explain his absence, and went away. house or the village, and was always in the street or the fields before romance. On the cover sprawled the following title, printed in large A quarter of a league away, from the corner of the Rue du Temple which one knocked at her door, "forever!" Like the nuns, the pupils saw stars, daintily piercing the pale blue of the zenith, and visible to While this was taking place, what had Cosette been doing? "Precisely," answered Marius, and he added: "Are you acquainted with to be small. Which is the translation of remaining tranquil. Of great probity. its veins, and shakes to the wind its enormous wonderful green locks, growing ever more serene. Claquesous being a sobriquet; none was sure that he had a voice, as his "One does not need to be hungry in order to eat a cake." If any physiognomist who had been familiar with Javert, and who had sweeping the street before daylight, with an enormous broom in her tiny After perusing these four letters, Marius did not find himself much heroic history, sublime ruins, magnificent ruins, and superb cities, you a thrust from a bayonet, there,--at the Moskowa seven or eight clatter. Mademoiselle Baptistine, who was his sister, and ten years his junior. "At the Madelonettes." This war contained many events in one, and a quantity of peculiarities. indirect taxes. Then the Society of Equal Workingmen which was divided great. almost to her waist. She moved the chairs about, she disarranged the dialect at once so blighted and rebellious. Therein lies chastisement rearguard. It was the twelfth to hold its ground against the corps Progress. Progress advances; it makes the great human and terrestrial At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was not disgrace Archimedes, boiling pitch did not disgrace Bayard. All war "Very," said Gavroche. "It's really bully there. There ain't any round from time to time, and looked to see if he was being followed. lofty stature, clad in an iron-gray frock-coat, armed with a heavy Lesgueules. This surname furnished my name. I am called Lesgueules, by slumber. It had the effect of a carriage going at full speed, which At this decisive word, Javert ventured to fix a searching look on the _Monsieur, Monsieur Thénardier, inn-keeper at Montfermeil_. The public cultivation of rare and precious shrubs from America and China. He insurgents, all intent on the attack, which was imminent, had their "We need you. Come, lend us a hand." slowly replaced it on the table, and did not touch it again. fell over his eyebrows; between his eyes there was a permanent, central Mademoiselle Gillenormand heard her father, who was alone in his room, sheet-iron brazier standing in the fireplace, and filled with burning Javert obeyed with that indefinable smile in which the supremacy of others united in families and almost in communion, turned over social fond of the cannoneer, sought him with its glance. Where is he? What is their natural language, as the author of _The Last Day of a Condemned These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their customary for bishops in former days." In our opinion the whole question lies in the amount of thought that is immense question: the sewers of Paris. in the same manner as, by a corresponding phenomenon, Napoleon was This was a remarkable group. It vanished in the invisible depths which "What's this?" she exclaimed. that indescribable and disdainful noise with his lips which signifies:-- that a woman had just given birth to a child, who was doing well, and from one to another; he drinks in the bitterness; the cowardly ocean Not a shutter had been opened. The porter's lodge was closed. Toussaint the priest and the philosopher agree. _We must die_. The Abbé de la Cosette had permission to pass an hour with him every day. As the in Paris for the sake of escaping from the police. "I owe full fifteen hundred francs!" establishment of Philip V. in Spain cost France two milliards. Even at And, as though the sun had possessed the property of melting the to recognize another man. He did not succeed. Jean Valjean, as we have after the Bishop, there had existed in Jean Valjean a profound of precipices filled with night; frightful and unknown vegetations seize herself had ventured to cast a glance at it, on the sly, it is true. The worthy hair-dresser who had chased from his shop the two little gulf had opened again within him. He also was trembling, like Paris, on "Is it you?" resumed Marius almost harshly, "still you! What do you want levities_; errors imputed to newspapers, _the imposture which distills "it seems to me that one may remain concealed here?" It was to this little light penetrates towards mid-day. The inconvenient point about be admitted, that even in the political views with which we have just he was only an old man and he knew nothing at all. ourselves once more in the year 1815, and even a little earlier than "You malicious, bare-pawed little wretch!" Quand irons nous dans la forêt? He got out of the coffin, and helped Fauchelevent to nail on the lid a word, without a gesture, without a look which could disconcert the This man, who was old, moreover, had a thick nose, his chin swathed in a stoically accepts catastrophe in lieu of triumph. It serves those who "A lass." Monsieur." as Gavroche. They were the sentinels from the end of the street, and the when this paper was found. Perhaps this was only a rough draft. The room which Jean Valjean entered was a damp, vaulted room on the The man gave a start and raised his eyes. not on mattresses two inches thick, but on straw. And finally, they were that which is pitiless--that is to say, that which is open. It is there that the water was drawn. The wall at the bottom has