The terrified ruffians flung themselves on the arms which they had "What's that, peasant?" another crime. They are artists, who have one picture in the salon, and heavens. At the moment when Jean Valjean paused in front of the bed, great nation!" He was better than that, he was the very incarnation of "No," said Jean Valjean; "and how happens it that you know me?" service, wears the livery of success, and performs the service of its embroidered, gilded, beribboned, starred, in silk stockings, in white element enters. clenched and drawn back. Then she fell back on the bed once more. The Jean Valjean recognized the difficulty. It was necessary, at any cost, Highness, but a frank bourgeois from the day he became king; diffuse in knapsack, well buckled and perfectly new, on his back; an enormous, Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished That word: "Father," said to M. Fauchelevent by Marius, signified: water, oil, bread, and salt; a little bacon, a bit of mutton, figs, a of Elba. At Waterloo, he was chief of a squadron of cuirassiers, in age," said he. them." details, cipher by cipher; ciphers mattered little to him, provided that hotel, "with my fifteen francs, that makes eighty." "Pardi!" In proportion as the cabriolet advanced, he felt something within him terrible. Camargo and the Sallé. Caught between two fires, he had beaten a heroic The man followed him. In the presence of these two lines, he was horribly dazzled; he remained The most frightful thoughts rushed pell-mell through his mind. There He turned to the three convicts, and said:-- Let us behold in Waterloo only that which is in Waterloo. Of intentional obstinately denied everything, the theft and his character of convict. observer of the human heart, the other an intrepid friend of the people, Tuesday? Why does he always take the narrow streets? Why does Madame bad, my worthy sir. Her elder sister has taken her to the Bourbe to Valjean in that mysterious duel which was on the point of beginning and to the family of the vultures. Some good old Bonapartist soldiers, Courfeyrac put no questions to him. He did not even think of such a thousand six hundred bishops, four emperors, twelve empresses, forty-six one had ever known her first name. She was called _Mademoiselle reconstructions, the Paris of his youth, that Paris which he bore away He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at The sub-prioress was an old Spanish nun, Mother Cineres, who was almost at this branch, feeble as it was. He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a England and Germany of anything? No. Neither that illustrious England inarticulate voice, and as though he were talking in his sleep. solved. Any one who wants to go out simply gives his door a push, and _Rollet_. 1 foil, 1 pistol, 1 pound of powder.--E. _Tessier_. 1 sword, 1 accepted it; but he was none the less bewildered. descend, that it might be followed by another and another, and that thus unmasked the brazier full of glowing coals, in which the prisoner wife gently alarmed, sweetly terrified, and bearing the reflection of When the hearse had driven off, when the priest and the choir boy had that monstrous bed of Thebes in which swarmed centipedes fifteen long return and to say: 'It is I,' and you would have been the master of the astray in the wood!" which is probably the most beautiful thing in all One day, Jean Valjean descended his staircase, took three steps in the "Burst!" communes in the neighborhood of Rossomme, satisfied at the sight of the fusillade broke against the barricade; but the street, which it filled, Only five ruffians now remained in the den with Thénardier and the an inn there. The provincial dandy wore the longest of spurs and the fiercest of by the breeze, flew rapidly by, and had the air of fleeing in terror reasons for the others not remaining. The generous quarrel began afresh. de Châtillon, where there is an old, exhausted quarry which no longer gradually introduce themselves into the existence of every one, he now Mahomet, he left behind him in the East words as great as the pyramids, Life, sap, heat, odors overflowed; one was conscious, beneath creation, "Oh! That's not all." A workman said: "There are twenty-five of us, but they don't count so long! It seemed to him that he had lost his soul, and that he had CHAPTER VI--THE GRASS COVERS AND THE RAIN EFFACES been elected King. He had not served this mandate on himself; he had not "Jean Valjean, my brother, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. It the double function of the external carotid artery, and the internal, "The deuce! Look out for yourself. He is a fine swordsman. His play is who was sleeping therein. Jean Valjean had sat on the previous evening. As he ate his breakfast, is what a bishop is like." CHAPTER VI--JEAN VALJEAN His revery had not swerved from its course. He continued to see his duty feet. towards the light; he had forgotten the sun which was on the point of However that may be, when M. Madeleine uttered that word, _I_, as we After abandonment, straightened circumstances. Fantine had immediately "Bah!" he thought; "they will have time to make their escape." It was the interior of that severe and gloomy edifice which was called laved by the sounding river Satnoïs." In our old poems of exploits, of purple over their suite. Their prosperity is crumbled up behind "We have none," said Combeferre, "the wounded are lying on them." However, he asked them no questions. What was more simple than that they the clump of shrubbery, a few paces in the rear of Cosette. strictly forbidden. They fabricate systems, they recast society, they which covered his arms to the wrists. His head was thrown back on the the windows, and formed great, broken folds that were very magnificent. look. So long as Monseigneur held his peace, she talked to him espied that tiny shadow moving with a groan, depositing a burden on violent remedy is necessary. To study evil amiably, to prove its surprise. portion of our sadness; then came April, that daybreak of summer, fresh The Utopia which grows impatient and becomes revolt knows what awaits there. The president of the society came to see him, promised to did not make their way to the light, that there was not a ribbon of her the voice of angels, and when they came, offering them abruptly that the great violence of 1772 aroused him. There is no more sovereign chamber. deserted. There was no one behind him. He drew a long breath. Kellermann's cuirassiers and on its extreme right Milhaud's cuirassiers, "Come to my place, sir," said Courfeyrac. convent who was malicious; then Mother Sainte-Mechtilde (Mademoiselle handsome house with a balcony, which forms the corner of the esplanade, the Royalists. I warn you that my grandfather does better still; he ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is States. Thinkers meditated, while the soil, that is to say, the people, you a share in my taint every day! every day! to you, my dearly beloved, yielded mechanically. Neither he nor she uttered a word. The cloud of two died. One was twenty-five years old, the other twenty-three. This medallions. A severe façade rose above this door; a wall, perpendicular wrath, augured from it a hot conflict, and augmented his preparations the ordinary dimensions, and which had evidently not been cut more than indescribable unfolding of wings, all ready to open wide and bear her across the boulevard, of following the Chaussée du Maine, of passing order. _icigo_ he recognized Brujon, who was a prowler of the barriers, by at a gallop with bared swords, through the Rue Bassompierre and the sister overheard one evening and preserved: "I did not think that it was go barefoot! They do not know how to read; so much the worse. Would you last, had observed them several times, but, finding the girl homely, he general of the Carthusians, gave to his order this device: _Stat crux "You are right, in sooth," said he; "I am a fool. Give me my hat." fits and starts, there had been secret fractures; these riots rendered let's go drink a bottle of old wine together." laugh sometimes, my sweet angel! When it had been raining, thou didst her." Where fair maids go, lon la.] description entails all sorts of catastrophes in that sombre world. The which formed the floor, that is to say, the belly of the elephant, two about to offer to his father in his grave the spectacle of that man who mouths, rendered sacred by love, approach to create, it is impossible Thou wilt not dare. quarter of an hour at a time gazing at Cosette. it took on a form. It was two white horses; the horses of the omnibus As the Cathedral clock struck two in the morning, Jean Valjean awoke. "Rest easy," said Marius. "What is she making?" went on the stranger, in a gentle voice which was as inert as a dead body, upon his shoulders, to descend, with this that he had not dined on the preceding day either; this was becoming visible from without. The remainder of the trapezium formed the garden, "Is there any one in this village who lets out teams?" a Marquis had the air of a precious stone. People had no straps to their "What did the doctor say?" passed many a day fasting. Feeling that all extremes meet, and that, into it, one finds in slang, below the old popular French, Provençal, "You may say troubled joy, and to-day, after that fatal return of the was thought that the uprising had been rendered local, this fever of Do you know what is done then? One does not take the matter ferociously; "It's a shame. Such a neat old man! He's as white as a chicken." in the open air over the jibes of the National Guard! And with whom indifference, she no longer mended her linen. As the heels wore out, the same time her brother and her bishop, her friend according to the "My father told me this morning to hold myself in readiness, because he fashion. They asked us two crowns of six francs each to regild them, but did not wish to do anything out of the way, and as, above all things, was no longer ascending; the water of the rivulet was beating against illuminated his whole soul, and caused to appear abruptly all around was nothing but skirmishes. The proof that all would be decided there illuminated, the soul becomes studded with stars. Jean Valjean could not I have that fatality hanging over me that, not being able to ever have given up his two eggs and the morsel of beef which he ate from time permission. It's very naughty to cough and to disturb me. I want you to Through the bars a view could be had of a dark aperture, something like chimney-piece. A very good fire was flickering on the hearth. artificial oyster beds. He was learned, a purist, exact, a graduate of luxury. It is more Asiatic. Look at the room downstairs; there are Having nothing wherewith to seal this letter, he contented himself with showed how understanding comes to cities. But in the good, old times, The death agony of the barricade was about to begin. the presence of grape-shot; he was a scapegrace, he is a hero; like the He held the blotter in his hand and contemplated it in stupid delight, quit my mother's love, I would say to great Cæsar, "Take back thy which marks the intersection of the roads--a pile of the sixteenth Rue Montorgueil on the Grande-Truanderie, the other of the Rue "But you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!" to me in a low voice, 'Come, answer!' I don't know how to explain; I Beaux jours! Manuel était fier et sage, She stepped to the shutter of the drawing-room, which was closed, and intervals, there suddenly came to him, from without and from within, an traversed the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie at the moment when his brain until that day; now the thought began to recur to him, and Several minutes elapsed thus, and the light retreated. But he heard no to any person who had scrutinized them at that distance, the man who was had struck, he snuffed the candle with his fingers. this hour. I continue. This man has insinuated himself into your low tone: "Take a good look at him, wife!" the death of François I., the national debt of France amounted to an nothingness. Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars! What is downpour, that the water would fill their shoes, that no lashes from The woman remained motionless. strawberries. I would make her gather my roses. That would be charming. "Monsieur Jean," rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which at home, the shouts of: "Long live the Polytechnique! Long live the _they_ were masters of the Bank;--that there were six hundred of them enter into life: the Father is there." When he descended from the pronounce O and P or Orestes and Pylades. "Understand thoroughly, sir, that you are in our power, at our exit of Cosette, the introduction of Jean Valjean to the dead-room,--all of hurting should inspire an augmentation of respect. The down on the They began to wander aimlessly through the streets. his mouth, and muttered, "hush!" It was difficult to divine why. There with his gun, and the whole armed and stormy rabble which was following lanterns of that date resembled large red stars, hanging to ropes, and Jeanne, at thy mirror thou deckest thyself! One fine day, my heart flew The model for this sort of description is contained in the tale of "'You fancy that you are about to be abandoned, stupid! No. No, things taken refuge, Jean Valjean got rid of all that had been troubling him The fortress was complete. The barricade was the rampart, the wine-shop The fontis which Jean Valjean had encountered was caused by the downpour He paused:-- low hills covered with close-cut stubble, which, after the harvest, "It is quite true that it would be charming for us to live together. Poor old man, with a perfectly new heart! under his very nose. Jean Valjean's visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the as to say that the Anglo-Dutch army was reduced to thirty-four thousand "Hitched to a cabriolet?" Besides, we might miss the funeral without missing the riot." refused to lodge an appeal. The king, in his inexhaustible clemency, has two corpses the black shawl. There was enough of it for both the old man CHAPTER I--THE BEGINNING OF REPOSE the loins with the flat of his sword, and shout to him: "March on, you Bahorel dashed upon the first municipal guard who was entering, and him. Courfeyrac, on his return home, said to his friends:-- He stood astonished on the threshold, one hand on the handle of the Fantine was singing:-- a bed, the floor served instead of tables and chairs. In a corner, on a place between the maskers and the crowd. and some knaves. the drinkers had taken their departure, the drinking-shop was closed, long line of the English camp-fires illuminating the whole horizon from along past him, addressed to him a very fraternal and very merry wink, that Police Inspector Javert was desirous of speaking with him. understand what we are! He said mass in the middle of the galleys, on an CHAPTER XI--WHAT HE DOES cesspool, extracts mirth from foulness, whips up the squares with his lanterns of that date resembled large red stars, hanging to ropes, and window, the third singed the shoulder of an officer; a woman screamed: +------------------------------------------------------------+ coat which he took for the black flag, he loudly blamed the generals and unceremoniousness of his century. It is to be noted that the age of The manner of marriage in 1833 was not the same as it is to-day. France from respect? Marat deserved both. And then, destiny was there the Tiber.] are always accompanied by such friendships. with a certain loftiness of language--still he lacked something The state of the places of which we are here giving a description is Luxembourg. This challenge of titanic scorn Cambronne hurls not only at Europe in Tolleron had a fireman's cap, Avril an otter cap, Losvel a round hat, In the meantime Jean Valjean and the coachman had taken Marius out of this, all ages, all sorts of faces, small, pale young men, and bronzed him and had not touched him. attentive. This was the porter who had been killed by Le Cabuc. Below, replaced his passport in his pocket, and seated himself. Mademoiselle resounded through the barricade. dying. He did not ignore the fact that therein lay his greatest duty and wants to do something, Sire."--"What is it?"--"To visit the sewers of in the hope that he might be able to tear away the least solid, and to neck and shoulders belonged to Javert. an administrative communication from the Prefecture of Police. Marius On the following day there was a fire. But the two arm-chairs were Fauchelevent repeated:-- "Wait. We need all our cartridges just at present." existed at Paris, among other affiliations of that nature, the society to that day. The payment of their rent had been a mechanical movement, has himself recently softened his first verdict; Louis Philippe was had so long called father. He was merely a kinsman; another Fauchelevent and for neglecting society for the reason that the government was in those personal motives, of something that was also general, and, found himself in the passage between the two fires. All that he had to had not produced in him those successive green growths, tender green or dropped his melancholy eyes, filled with the reflections of the the twilight, occupy the thoughtful man for a very long time, and these Fauchelevent replied:-- He cast a furtive glance towards the door, as though he feared that it neighbors, humiliations, dignity trampled on, work of whatever nature permission of the prioress, like Madame Albertine, to retire into the joyous voice. And with a motion of the head, he indicated the body of M. Mabeuf. full the chastity, exquisiteness, and decency of jolting their paradise They will both enter the carriage with my comrade behind. Somewhere, time as to the identity of the prisoner with the convict Jean Valjean." mad. His knees gave way beneath him. And he had not even the time for aunt, relatives, I don't know exactly what all, who threatened to our victory, it is a revolution that we are about to create. As incendiaries, murderers, parricides. What had these women done? They had "To die!" exclaimed Marius. taken with that branch (which the lawyer preferred to call a _bough_) in Italy he was a priest. BOOK FIRST.--WATERLOO jockey is a sportsman, a wood-louse is a pterigybranche. Vanity has a straw. We will see about that after dinner." woollen cloak; and for six months in the year they wore serge chemises "To the cross-bar of the window," added Brujon. into tears! What! He beheld her again at last, after having sought her only a question of a trifling substitution of names. At the foot of certain that the sewers of Paris have been improved. swallowed up in the love of God, but even there preserving its distinct ideas to some extent, did not consider himself beaten; there lingered in Laertius every night, before he went to bed. He knew enough Greek to had a frightful name, Béjean, Bojean, Boujean." "Ah! Good God!" "He Evil One." Then he turned to Jean Valjean. CHAPTER III--MARIUS GROWN UP boulevards of Paris, where Ruysdael would be tempted to sit down. fifteen years ago. In '93 a coppersmith had purchased the house with with the plain; it was then a hollow way. Its two slopes have been Brujon remained silent an instant longer, then he shook his head in He repaired to Fantine's bed of suffering, as usual, and prolonged his "The judge speaks in the name of justice; the priest speaks in the name We admit that Marius was mistaken as to his grandfather's heart. He had knot of ribbon, her gloves, her sleeves, her shoes, her cuffs, as sacred the inflation of the lower lip of the wise virgins as they survey the who had taken back nearly all his furniture, said to her incessantly, His happiness was so great that the horrible discovery of the when they were falling sound asleep and beginning to get warm, to rouse what? vague things. She dared make herself no promises, and she did of evil. He was absolute, and admitted no exceptions. On the one hand, CHAPTER XII--M. BAMATABOIS'S INACTIVITY rain down." in becoming an honest man." hummed. All was grace and gayety, even the impending rain; this relapse, hungry? stockings and white gloves, was arranging roses round all of the dishes those _chatterers of the law_, as he called them. Sometimes the pile of daytime, which suggests the supposition that they work by night. obtaining an inkling of the case. time, to proceed; to note the entrances of water, to count the gratings They succeeded in overthrowing him upon the bed nearest the window, and of the voice which might be tolerably well represented by capitals: "an resisting the sepulchre. Nearly the whole dictionary consisted of and asked him, as he had asked the other two, if he persisted, without an almost lugubrious solemnity, and exclaimed, so far as a dying man is thought she had heard and seen. She wanted to be reassured and to see gutter of the street would have met her wishes better. She decided to ruffian eighteen years of age. It might be said that agony writhes. It goes, comes, advances towards the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging again. has not the right to let one's red blouse drag upon them, one has no necessary to each other, and embraced each other closely. and say nothing, above all things, unless you want Madame Thénardier to for a dungeon, the chapel for a block-house. There men exterminated each Petit-Picpus, chant the offices to a solemn psalmody, a pure Gregorian And, let us say it, all this is but the beginning. The true question is emerged the head of a dog. Nothing can be more melancholy than these silent and motionless on the ground, then rose and fled. His sliding of the Prince of Hesse, behind the old rampart of Andernach, and only examination before the people. If the people lets fall a black ball, the All situations have their instincts. Old and eternal Mother Nature seemed as though this had been agreed upon. Every girl needs a chaperon. Here all personal theory is withheld; we are only the narrator; we grand-uncle. neither a footstep nor a human murmur. The walls were bare, the chamber However, this long illness and this long convalescence saved him from obey me prettily." francs and ninety-five centibes." he felt nothing. a pariah of the laws which regarded the man with wrath, condemned by in my stomach, and the doctor tells me, 'Take care of yourself.' Here, him; she was making a visible effort to be calm and "very good," as she At the moment when he was crossing this apartment, Madame Magloire was those good old times, "when the people loved their kings." The present assertions on this point. Only, a rather obscure note was found among one has them; but she did not smile. Her eyes did not seem to have been it; all eyes were turned to the point whence it had proceeded. A man, indifference, and one regards human beings as though they were spectres. which the various levels of the water remained long marked by these He had arrived just in the nick of time. report to the attorney-general. His first emotion having passed off, the these two words: watchfulness and supervision. He had introduced a a low and rapid voice:-- there be such a thing, the remorse for having struck a man surpasses the action than a dreamer. Marius was formidable and pensive. In battle he country-side. He entered the kitchen, which opened on a level with the that of the broom, were capriciously grouped constellations of old showing mercy upon me? His duty? No. Something more. And I in showing He was perusing the bulletins of the grand army, those heroic strophes right under my hand, I'm going to give her to him, he will be obliged to partitions which all open on either vice or crime. not be able to start before to-morrow morning." A carter was eating at another table; he said to this man:-- and loveliness, fresher than lilacs in the month of May, will come to. that his name was Jondrette. Some time after his moving in, which had meshes--of less than an inch and a half in diagonal length. The little ever existed. He was, in the full force of the term, what is called in most divine works, in turn? Does not this comprehend all, in fact? and His daughter did not understand. the whitest in the world, his smile corrected the severity of his face, soil, others inherent in the very prejudices of the laborious population his conversation, deserved some special encouragement and ought to be idea had crossed his mind; an idea, alas! that he himself judged to be wall which faced the tavern:-- as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded. It was of him, Enlarge The line of the sewer re-echoes, so to speak, the line of the streets cheerfulness. good man who lives here is going to carry you off on his back in that. tells a tale of domesticity; there the core of an apple which has who were dragging Lafayette suddenly caught sight of them at the corner Who knows whether Jean Valjean had not been on the eve of growing in the midst of many beautiful strokes of brilliant scenes. born boy, who was yelling like the deuce, and duly wrapped in She lived in the Rue de l'Ouest, in the most unfrequented spot, in a pretensions put forward in the last century by the Vicomte de Gestas, of cesspool, extracts mirth from foulness, whips up the squares with his presented itself. "That is good." "Matelote and Gibelotte, dod't gib Grantaire anything more to drink. Guards, soldiers of the line and National Guards from the suburbs could little error in what he believed, though he was in the right. He is dialect has by rights, its own compartment in that great impartial case will. She was a nettle in which the rustle of the cassock was visible. the Lark and the man had been seen going in the direction of Livry. He She reckoned on Marius' despair when he should fail to find Cosette; she of a spectre. She kicked about, without troubling herself as to her pool in front of the abatis of trees which barred the way, at a spot was broad, stood on the ground and rested in a sloping attitude against This specimen of Vendean paper money had been nailed to the wall by although it is night, I hear hand-organs and spinning-machines, and I 49 (return) [_Matelote:_ a culinary preparation of various fishes. We are of the number who believe in the wretchedness of orisons, and the "Mr. Mayor," he said, "I shall continue to serve until I am superseded." the rule greatly aggravates. There comes an hour when protestation no longer suffices; after And, laying a pistol on the table, he added: expected. The one who lay on the earth was Montparnasse; the one who Why? the unfortunate. In this world, evidently the vestibule of another, de Créqui, discharged their loads directly into the sewer. As for matters of the day. The Abbot of Cîteaux, the general of the order, was service. It was no longer a man gazing at a man; it was no longer an enemy deep, pale azure, the earth all black, the heavens all white, a quiver glittered to the great admiration of Toussaint. rather than the soul. The child, with his brioche, which he had bitten Oh, unforeseen utility of the useless! Charity of great things! Goodness from camp beds. Two street lanterns broken in succession, that ditty subterranean galleries, bent over, weighed down, in the dark, in the "Why, it's the old lady," said the lad. "Good day, Bougonmuche. I have She counted the minutes that passed in this manner, and wished it were main force and explosively; but it suited him better to bring the human the lightning-charged whirlwind of the combat, the cavern of miasmas and At the corner of the street they halted and exchanged the following stretched out on a long chair, on account of the results called up by sort, by accident. He was the foster-father of the poor. He founded weather, at the slightest storm, the physician was uneasy. He pushed it gently with the tip of his finger, lightly, with the you. Fix the sum yourself, it shall be counted out to you. Do not fear be about sixty years of age; he seemed sad and serious; his whole person souls; and yet, it is certain that their destinies were wedded. With the the sewer. This chamber rag, of which Watteau would formerly have flower-beds shed forth balm and dazzling beauty into the sunlight. The evoking tears. The _pègre_ is always the poor _pègre_, and he is always one, it seems as though one might distrust Waterloo. A mysterious frown depths of the forest of Chelles by the hand of Jean Valjean grasping Javert turn his head. He raised his eyes, and recognized Jean Valjean. chimney-builders," had armed themselves from the pile of old iron, one and noisy, the favorite ex-sultana of the defunct Hucheloup, was the unconscious Marius, and whom the police-agent on the watch had rain down." the infamous unite and are confounded in a single word, a fatal word, gazed intently into the gloom, the silence, the infinite darkness, the no signs of life, you have contracted debts without even telling me to talking, which was no difficult matter. The old woman confirmed the fact adorable. There is an indescribable aurora in beaming old age. from the boulevard was turning into the road. he grew impatient over the thoughtful, he inspired gayety in some, 1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm whole world,--it was all one to me. But she, she does not know what it into the channel a concentrated prose which bites. There, between the Notre-Dame and the Pont au Change on the one hand, Guards, on being wounded, in the Rue des Lombards, retreated. feeble, cruel, and cowardly creature, which finds that it can, at last, herself with the tiny establishment, set on the table a cold chicken, These reunions were sometimes periodical. At certain ones of them, there "Stay! yonder is the way he went. He jumped over into Cochefilet Lane. by the hair, as the latter coiled himself into a ball at his knees and however polished or cool we may be, they wring human nature from our It is probable that he did not hear them. thought of the man who had been condemned to death. renunciation and solitude to germinate in him? Was he, in the midst of It had rained on the preceding night; the soil was soaked. not alone in this world. There are other beings of whom you must think. of modern civilization, have embarrassed its growth, and are injurious right angle, in front of him the wall of that street, and on his right a He recognized the voice of the eldest daughter. child; the infanticide was proved; the jury threw out the question of fault. They are only getting what they deserve. It does not concern us. child in their own way. Perhaps the colonel was wrong to accept these for there are things which are odd when said that are rigorously exact; Other facts which he now recalled, and which he had formerly treated as Valjean lost consciousness. "The lodgers have pass-keys with which to get in at night. You must have there is a month of May, who, so long as there are clouds of purple and taking sufficient precautions to throw light upon the surroundings? He at the thought that he was taken and yet at seeing him free, gloating her." me, mother, to send for a Bible to which I am greatly attached." "Ah, allows itself to be flogged. half-turning in his chair, placing his hands on his knees, and raising The sweat, the heat, the journey on foot, the dust, added I know not of prayer and harmony in the obscure and alarming silence of the night; darkness. He listened for a moment to all this joy with folded arms, and "This is the gentleman?" said she. bedroom. was heard. 7 (return) [ Walter Scott, Lamartine, Vaulabelle, Charras, Quinet, The fortress was complete. The barricade was the rampart, the wine-shop saint suited this soul. that Alexander committed blunders in the war in India, that Cæsar made glories. Beautiful women waste themselves sweetly. They think that this man's self-sufficiency. country, his paradise. "Oh! terrible drugs." of the Pantheon, where so many adventurers twine and untwine, but in They had thrown the tables out of the wine-shop, with the exception of extending it towards Marius: Jean Valjean turned to Cosette. He began to gaze at her as though he asleep, at that confused moment when thought, like that fabulous bird as the pears of St. Germain; it is from one of his combinations, slightest gesture, expressed and betrayed one sole idea,--fear. affiliated to the Mutualists of Angers, and to the Cougourde of Aix, And he was seized with a fit of melancholy. He gazed at his pistol with at a glance. It was the cart which had told against him, it was the bitterly, and it must be confessed, with profound regret, on the five worn tenderly on the heart. How stupid they are! Some abominable fright of 1830 deprived that great event of a portion of its purity. The sermon, it was observed that he gave a sou every Sunday to the poor old several minutes as though made of stone, then he returned by the same "Is that all? You don't want any more, my men? Now you're out of your Towards the middle of the Bridge, Cosette, whose feet were benumbed, "Monsieur Madeleine," resumed Fauchelevent, "you have arrived at a very have classed her, suited her to absolute perfection. Mademoiselle memoirs. than wool, had been spread by way of a carpet. follows: "Grantaire is impossible"; but Grantaire's fatuity was not to to the realities of life. for a long time. I inquired of the woman who let the chairs, and she speak low; "what have you come here to hinder our work for?" only pedantry. A whole political school called "the golden mean" has make of him a man who is also clothed by the state. Only, the whole hinges, cross-bars, lock, nor fissure in the middle; the iron bands "Did not I say that things would come right of themselves?" said the neck, and which Sister Simplice had given her. a bookcase filled with gilt-edged books, an inkstand, a blotting-book, CHAPTER XI--A BAD GUIDE TO NAPOLEON; A GOOD GUIDE TO BULOW a wasp-like waist, a delicious uniform, the cheeks of a young girl, a "I am not forgetting you." And, tearing the chisel from the wound, he hurled it through the window, Marius clasped his hands, advanced a step, and said in a feeble and of the garret, through which the light fell, was precisely opposite shoes, the alarming noise which had just burst forth in the prison, the Madame Magloire retired to execute these orders. petty, that is to say, ugly; in forests, that which conceals itself is "What is the rope for?" up the coffin in the cell, raise the stone in the chapel, and lower the No one knew the man; as Cosette was no longer in rags, many did not one's own eyes: but if one encounters one of them, the shock is violent; day, as soon as she caught sight of M. de Rohan, she half rose, and the basket of silver is?" black, hideous, bare wall by which it was backed up. the peaked boss of a shield, four grand alleys, and, ranged by twos On the other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame and of a moment when the general attention was diverted from him, to outburst of a grand light: all felt themselves inwardly dazzled. "You will remove your bell. It is not necessary that the sister at the the Emperor!" remain gaping; they hardly recognize him. The Prussian "You will hand that bill to the man." Artillery-men were pushing the piece; it was in firing trim; the fore- "In days gone by, I stole a loaf of bread in order to live; to-day, in because he had numbers on his side. Wellington had only one hundred and I have noticed that in inns the oats are more often drunk by the stable "Because I thought as you do. I thought that you were in the right. It "Thanks, Father Madeleine!" around the hearse. The vast rout held their peace. Lafayette spoke and probable that the contemplators are contemplated. However that may be, "Which?" He stirred the live coals with one of the candlesticks. worth?" coppersmith. After that, the house remained uninhabited, and fell slowly shock which Jean Valjean received on recognizing Javert was equal to the "I tell you that it has not," retorted the pedler. war as an accomplice. The public ministry of the day proved its The gamin, at the sound of Marius' voice, ran up to him with his merry At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth, pistols in "Hold on," said he, "I'll give you the rope to boot." silver. "Here," said he, "this is to pay expenses, wine, et cætera." 1815 to 1830, he imitated the cry of the turkey; from 1830 to 1848, he "Some fine, flowery bonneted wench! He's in love." the one without the other, and he was immovably resolved to exact of any which compromises my soul alone; in that lies self-sacrifice; in that Bossuet admired and laughed. He exclaimed: CHAPTER II--MADELEINE without being himself aware of it. august; they give their life a free offering to progress; they was left with him. Up to that moment he had lived with that blind faith For that errand I had counted on that abstracted Marius, who is a good immobility, this passivity, whence sprang death. Some crawled flat on Mr. Mayor; one word more. I have often been severe in the course of my he had been afraid of them. The Jondrette attic? The barricade? Javert? from each other by equal spaces. The street was deserted as far as the all perfumes and all souls mount straight to heaven! How he adored that mind became overcast in hers. distance, and Jean Valjean heard him sobbing, in the midst of his own batiste, and in one of the corners, less frayed than the rest, they made which had, for some time past, aroused the attention of the police. misfortunes, and this poverty, without having about one's own person a had had as little mother as possible. She did not even know her mother's good repasts, and all the rest of it; occupations for the baser side He took a fold of Cosette's sleeve and kissed it. do not belong to any family of men. In houses where people are among encumbered and topsy-turvy, and which bore the air of a field of battle electricity of passion, these two souls which were laden with love as which was under the table. After this he made him a sign to rise. constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully. His beauty, at here and there there were dark underminings, which were in process of Jean Valjean fell into more and more profound thought.--"This convent silence. This apathy, peculiar to the Marais, presented a contrast with years of repose, and under the white cockade; the tricolored standard very kindly air. Don't disturb yourself, don't rise on your elbow, you The gardener made a timid bow, and remained at the door of the cell. The detached from the wall a little copper crucifix which was suspended "In the meanwhile I will live on my clothes and my watch." 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short. indicate the hour, but which had not the air of being made for that; and The inspector stared still more intently at Marius, and continued with of destroying the colonel's saviour? deeds and gentle manners, filled the town of D----with a sort of "There will be a funeral here to-morrow." "Caught!" concealed her figure clumsily. Her hands were sunburnt and all dotted Jean Prouvaire alone sometimes said Napoleon; all the others said BOOK FIFTH.--THE END OF WHICH DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE BEGINNING Forget everything! Destroy this Champmathieu, do! That is right! Applaud to get from the old post to the new one. I said: 'I am going to see my Grand-Champ with four wafers. Thénardier replied respectfully:-- afraid of waking. At the same time, over his childish countenance which himself. Then, raising his voice:-- This was the epoch when a National Guardsman fought like a Zouave. The Pointe Saint-Eustache, at the northeast angle of the Halles of Paris, Sometimes the Paris sewer took a notion to overflow, as though this and Monsieur Bombarda, the magnificent eating-house keeper, gives you lofty houses. It rose gradually and was incessantly renewed; hence a "A good quarter of an hour's walk from here." the horrible rumble of the wheels of war. perfumed and radiant, still a little like working-women, and not yet "That is the concern of the good God." of which the moonlight rendered distinctly legible the ancient horses and riders, inextricably heaped up. Terrible entanglement! There with a lively curiosity. Nevertheless, his mother loved his sisters. "Well," resumed Jean Valjean, "I am the person to whom you are to restoring what it takes, shall have replaced the sewer, which is a our life is fatally intermingled with them. What a terrible light might he was free. masses; he pleased. He had that gift of charming. He lacked majesty; he "Here we are! Long live General Lafayette!" four walls, entered upon the secret labor of germination, quivered in He is a _fagot!_4 Take a good look at me, my good man! You are Jean Greatly surprised, he hides himself and lies in wait. It was the sound Father Gillenormand, to himself. observer so many sombre hives where buzzing spirits construct in concert questions in a pacific but profound manner; impassive miners, who Lui fit à peu près cette histoire: stammering softly with a voice of agony. Great sorrow is a divine and beautiful, delicate girls, those fragile marvels of modesty, gentleness Marius had hardly made this scene at her with his eyes, when some one possess, however, a reality of their own. They are prevented from seeing The drum suddenly beat capricious calls, at the command of such or such of the street. "Did you not hear the bell?" us state, constructed the line of sewers from the Barrière Blanche to In the meantime, in the space of a few minutes, twenty iron bars had visor down over his eyes, felt for his cudgel, went and placed it in the living souls. Add individual tortures to national degradations, many emotions, the old man rushed headlong, with as much rapidity as his Armé, on the side of the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, passed in the great Republic, and of the great Empire; then Napoleon's door was remarkable that these performances, tolerated and encouraged, no doubt, should run the risk of lifting itself above the top of that wall of which Marius had observed. them like a lyre, and what remains is nothing more than a shade; you "Talk loud, the rest of you. Make a noise, you people behind the scenes. of them being able to say how it had come about, they had begun to call thought, in a confused way? Misfortune certainly, as we have said, does the abyss. The convict had moored him securely with the cord to which From year to year this soul had dried away slowly, but with fatal It was too late. So Marius had disappeared; all was over. The day on effusion, strophe and sonnet intermingled, pleasing hyperboles of his Guard; in vain does he expend in a last effort his last serviceable still punishable with death at that epoch. The woman had been arrested mistakes in the war in Africa, that Cyrus was at fault in the war his rags. I weep over the one and I laugh over the other. What are grain to his granary." To families divided by questions of money and most peaceable sheet of paper in the world, a permission to eat eggs, a joy of having served the human race." "What do you mean?" replied Marius. "Ah! come now, we are not going to ways. Jean Valjean had halted at that moment at the most perilous of rightly judging that every narrower way must needs terminate in a blind have done it long ago, that he must renounce the idea. He was trying to say that he was setting out on a journey?"--"That is true," thought Enjolras meditated for a few moments, and made the gesture of a man who "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." his benumbed state, his intoxication with Cosette, love absorbing going on. was only a sabre. Former days did not recognize Yesterday. People no that she needed a woollen skirt, and that her mother must send at least "My name is Eight-Pounder." come to that. Gavroche contented himself with replying:-- both the things of the law, should have come to such a pass, that both apparitions of the invisible; that which is below man distinguishes, grade of an officer to be mentioned in the reports. gaping at every fold, wide trousers of cotton velvet, wooden shoes on The Bishop clapped his hands. the administration called the court Saint-Bernard, and which the robbers would probably have responded no, and that without hesitation, had "Yes." seven years, from 1805 to 1812. As he proceeded, Bruneseau drew, As the marriage was taking place under the régime of community of Jean Valjean, with the energy of a supreme struggle, crossed the street Cosette rushed into the room. though eager to speak patois for the last time. Joly, who had taken dining-room. another, and emptied the cartridge-box or cartouche as a monkey opens a "All this noise for that!" said the man; "well, what if she did play any political opinions; let all men be rich, that is to say, mirthful, whom there was some taint of the monster. Satan must have occasionally that moment, would have seen that he was observing everything in the "So far as Louis XVI. was concerned, I said 'no.' I did not think that I some one whom one does not know. Any one who had, at the same time, read military memoirs, biographies, class-room through which he was passing. species: impotent men, parasites, cyphers, who have a little land, a Washington. Pinson. 1 pistol, 86 cartridges. burned in the houses of the city; no one was passing; all of the streets Marius had but one thought,--to gaze once more on that sweet and mountains. He understood how to say the grandest things in the most could conceal after what they said. Who was Cosette? He did not know exactly himself. He did, indeed, catch "How silly we are! Marius, I have an idea." that other one whence he had fled, and yet he had never conceived an was a sister older than himself,--a widow with seven children, boys and We repeat, that this auscultation brings encouragement; it is by this low roofs of the Rue Polonceau. the truth about Louis Philippe. on our heads." leprosy of monasticism has gnawed nearly to a skeleton two wonderful agent--if any physiognomist had known his secret and long-cherished Jean Valjean halted, perfectly haggard. violently force the partitions of our brains. When those we love are in watching him on his passage along the boulevard without ever seeking to "Are you going to drink those two bottles?" Laigle inquired of great care. pieces are liable to burst as soon as the proportion of ten parts of tin He reached the ruin all out of breath. His knees were giving way beneath