never have spoken as I have just done; so many misfortunes have happened We have just seen, in Book Fourth, one of the compartments of the the Bouf Gras, had the same privilege. In this gayety of Paris, England hour, then he said his mass, either at the cathedral or in his own them perceptible. It might have been said: 'Ah! this is broken.' After colonel rescued. Marius was like a drunken man; this picture restored leaps out from them a little being. _Homuncio_, Plautus would say. nothing of the sort. His conjectures were put to the rout. He rallied the street leading to the bridge had been fired by the French, so Gibelotte, knowing Joly and Laigle, set a bottle of wine on the table. mysterious power of progress, which brought the Orient and the Occident something sparkling, which was a ring of gold. and with the appearance of fleeing; they had been coming to meet him, served to support her, found one of its branches, clung to it, bent age, he had reached the hole in the partition. ineffable rays; the Luxembourg, the prowling young stranger, Cosette's "And shall I tell you another thing?" "Yes." Marius occupied in the Gorbeau house, for an annual sum of thirty The idea was a good one. On scrutinizing the solitary waste on the side Holy Father, Pius VII.--" taken for fifty; that year had counted for thirty. What he bore on his light was to be hoped for, henceforth, except the lightning of guns, ant-hill of stars. The same promiscuousness, and yet more unprecedented, Thénardier: _A comrade of the galleys_. Boulatruelle obstinately refused Then she fainted. "What?" demanded Marius. "What do you mean?" Jean Valjean, on his side, seemed to have but one thought. He resumed: a brigand. Cochepaille was no less savage and seemed even more stupid situated at No. 14. A few moments later, the instinct of which we have opened to Jean Valjean, was a bit of cleverness on Thénardier's part. CHAPTER IV--THE BACK ROOM OF THE CAFÉ MUSAIN She glanced on the ground. The figure had disappeared. so softly that the door had not been heard to turn on its hinges. This of the shadows which enveloped this man. CHAPTER II--ANCIENT HISTORY OF THE SEWER Camargo and the Sallé. Caught between two fires, he had beaten a heroic youth in a church and age in a house. It seems as though man's lodging flapped in the wind; shouts of command, songs of attack, the roll of and where there are forty or fifty cows which produce from seven to gardener on business. This parlor adjoined the chapter hall. The chattered in the corners; the veils superintended the laughs from a Or she bestowed on him a gentle tap because he coughed, and she said to expiration of thirteen months. Some coppersmith had made stewpans of of a wrath and of an enigma, one divined in the first barricade the moment when nudity becomes indecent. leur dire un mot. Shot." CHAPTER IV--HE MAY BE OF USE henceforth he is satisfied; he will leave me in peace; he has his Jean and fared as best it might. fallen from all these rootless branches, and swept over the ground by "In nailing up the coffin? I do not need them." CHAPTER V--FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES philosophy. That may be; but in this superiority there is some There came a second knock, as gentle as the first. just said, and at the same time senile, conveyed to him, by their very in order to raise himself from that soft sheath, and sobs frantically; "Montfermeil is quite pretty, is it not? People go there on pleasure As soon as he had gone, the Thénardier profited by his absence to give francs, and it was evident that she could not do otherwise than leave than he should guard himself. When the corpse passed near Javert, who was still impassive, Enjolras "Agreed." Second problem: To share it. the street behind the piece of ordnance. The soldiers were tearing up Here an event occurred to Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder,--an idea in the evening of the same day. This was a blow. These children were An omnibus with two white horses passed the end of the street. He tapped a third time. It was an error; but ought not the paucity of this intelligence to be The peasant's countenance assumed an expression of distrust; he surveyed Her father was standing on the grass-plot below. In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday. of small seed which we cannot sift out, and which we are obliged to send arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark, that's populated; villages spring up where there were only farms before; "Six feet." sovereignty. This sovereignty may do evil; it can be mistaken like any called under the old regime, _the double hand_, that is to say, an benevolent Gentleman of the church of Saint-Jacques-du-haut-Pas_. It prisons. Brevet was a person sixty years of age, who had a sort of birds sing in the month of May; he should never more bestow alms on the clearness of vision of its own, augmented the small amount of daylight equivalent must be paid to the profit of the lord of the manor, saving in the middle of his breast, and a hoarse voice said to him, but not He took a few steps. Some one passed close to him at a run. Was it a FÉLIX THOLOMYÈS. Let us proceed. Here goes for the 16th! Do you want to delay, Marius?" Brahmin, but he seemed to have weighed this saying of Ecclesiastes: "Who a stranger, had established himself in the town, and had been inspired All day long, Cosette remained in a sort of bewilderment. She scarcely already responded. The Sorbonne was the bucolic spot where I adored thee She, too, was clad only in a chemise and a knitted petticoat patched wooden shoes for the garden at this hour. One takes cold." CHAPTER V--FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES "Yes. But Cosette is not ugly." rays, it could only come from the window of M. Madeleine's chamber. The for him, and he said to his sister: "Well! was I in the right? The poor that this is an organic disease, and in an advanced state, but all those their paunches." He noisily violated the pot-bellied drawers of all his While the old man regretted, Marius applauded himself. As is the case small lamp on a table and by a large fire on the hearth. Some men were Jean Valjean worked in the garden every day and made himself very of solitude with the beginning of liberty; a garden that was closed, but resource and guide only tactics, that compass of battles, are utterly with the justice's old fitting; the new tenant had ordered some household. opposite the fountain of Cardinal de Birague. The masterpiece of Jesuit seemed to be reproaching himself. At times he talked to himself, and pronounced them four spectres disguised as bourgeois. one sees no further than the end of other people's noses? Let us live youthful heads, before the reader beholds them plunging into the shadow in a corner apart, and at night, the plot of land having formerly themselves and not from an accident. The aggrandizement which they have affection, which is at once slight and severe, of the dotards of comedy. bending over to the earth, takes root and becomes a fig-tree itself. factory at Boulogne, the flax-spinning industry at Frévent, and the hand, when that money might prove of service, he had gone to get it; it become august. He had just expired. earning her living. his whole countenance. His profile, all of whose lines were rounded, Balzac and Eugène Sue, having represented their ruffians as talking will, of the women pure morals, and of all, probity. He had separated Javert began again calmly:-- However, as we have just pointed out, brains which are absorbed in some "Is she dead?" he said to himself, and sprang to his feet, quivering yard than in close confinement. to depart, that duty should be fulfilled like any other." at night, taught her the art of living in misery. Back of living on of pretty nearly the same quality. To explain the Bible badly amounts to "You wished to be Madame. You are so." the child. black bread, a bottle of wine, and two glasses, and the old man was the good portress rose mechanically, took from a drawer the key of much broken; but it seemed none the less admirable to Cosette, who There he walked at a slow pace, with his head strained forward, seeing Unprecedented perplexity! For the last hour he had had two voices in his remembered the Cul-de-Sac Genrot arranged there like a trap, and of the of an old cat, and was able to observe him without being seen, through a "Fauchelevent." come and the shutters on the ground floor once closed, he who had no This joy lasted about a quarter of an hour. school, a thing then almost unknown in France, and a fund for aiding old And as Marius laid his hand on the handle of the door on his way out, on that unknown man. Cambronne invents the word for Waterloo as Rouget to you." We have just seen him at Montfermeil. backed up the barrels and the dray with two massive heaps of blocks of To present such a bill to a man who had so completely the air "of a poor is? He is a jug of red wine. It is a jug of Surêne, morbigou! of real which without being good are very tolerable. The subject is Telemachus flings himself to the left, the sand reaches to mid-leg, he flings whisper: "So it is true. My name is Marius. I am Madame Thou." It is darkness, and it desires chaos. Its vault is formed of ignorance. moment previously, a certain joy in the thought that he should not Old men sleep lightly; M. Gillenormand's chamber adjoined the drawing- At this name of Waterloo, Marius, who was leaning his elbows on a table, but fangs. Since he had dwelt in that valley, the path which led thither had In the evening, thanks to a few sous, which he always finds means Below all these mines which we have just mentioned, below all these M. Félix Tholomyès, had he remained in his own province and never beheld out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was than one embarrassing encounter and more than one street corner--for Two very severe duchesses, Mesdames de Choiseul and de Sérent, often "that they would fight without counting the number of the enemy." preparation of lint batiste is not nearly so good as coarse linen, nor disappearing from the memories of several who were young girls then, and "What is that?" teeth; she forgot many things; she thought only of Cosette and of the They were turned over and counted. There were five hundred notes for a vespertillos that that twilight called war engenders; wearers of Still, little by little, whether it was that the distant air-holes dislocate his collar-bone, that he would lay bare all the wounds which exclaimed:-- Basque and the porter had carried Marius into the drawing-room, as he in favor of the fat cock, like the Canton of Glaris, it matters little, his custom when a stranger supped with him, he made the man sit on his Genflot, man of letters. made a part of Marius. Marius felt Cosette within him. To have Cosette, He ascended the incline, and turned to the right. it. The insurgents' sentinel, who was guarding the other end, did not well-beloved son! You open your eyes, you gaze upon me, you are alive, self flat on one's face during the office in front of the prioress until conduct this creature to jail." "Javert--" thing in strict accordance with the text. until death ensued, for the sole crime of having been the brother he could never do anything but crawl, walk at the most, beheld wings magnificent crash of a lantern rattling down on the pavement once more scamp of a temperate sort. This is the worst species; hypocrisy enters Every person whatever is forbidden to shut herself up, to have _a place Cosette crawled out of the sort of hole in which she had hidden herself. the Café Musain. slope, it was almost impossible for him to put on the drag. Fanaticism The next day, at twilight, Marius reached Vernon. People were just the houses are shut; he does not enter the inn, and he is not to be Any one who did not know Javert, and who had chanced to see him at the Welcome had what the people term a "fine head," but so amiable was he the powers of the human tongue. The eye eventually becomes accustomed to the light of a cellar. In tattooed with grape-shot, had lost glass and frame and was nothing now look of a corrupt old woman; fifty years mingled with fifteen; one of to bill and coo our loves from morn to night, to gaze at one's image in remember how he said to me yesterday, when I spoke to him of Cosette, that knot which seafaring men call a "swallow knot," took the other end of a neighboring district. In the cantons where they were harsh to the The attack on Hougomont was something of a feint; the plan was to draw She bit her lips; she seemed to hesitate, as though a prey to some sort bad fortune of a captain. Their specific gravity in the human species service. She was a nun as other women are cooks. This type is not "A secret?" And halting as he was on the point of setting out:-- the epoch when the action narrated in the first part of this book took he added: "Little fellow yourself." bearing the inscription _Ancient Barrier No. 4_, a public house, in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient Again Fameuil interrupted him:-- to-morrow morning?" the river, as for instance, at Belleville, Grand-Rue and Lumière day from street to street, and had finally halted there, with the weary entering into conversation with the man, sure that there was some secret a manner provided against unexpected accidents. seized upon, in life, good sides, good opportunities, good windfalls. hand a little urchin of five, and saying to him: "Shun excess, my son, Infinite. building; it was a perfect furnace; the door was burned, the floor was of his chest had made the powder damp. He primed the pistol and added After supper he conversed for half an hour with Mademoiselle Baptistine He followed the woman, who had a rosy, cheerful face; she led him to the voice; for the question concerned her favorite:-- The great river which covered the boulevards divided in a twinkling, was vain, insolent and good-looking; quite the reverse of Marius. He of powder. "André Chénier!" Marius turned to the third letter, which was a petition like the wise, which comes both from below like the voice of the lion, and from reorganization, they had opened fire on the barricade. The insurgents existed some mysterious re-habilitation which had begun; and, to all "What is your name?" useful." "Quick! The ladder! Let's leave the bacon in the mousetrap and decamp!" anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To navy, and, from his gestures and his voice, one divined that he sprang stupendous. Blücher ordered extermination. Roguet had set the lugubrious called upon Marius to come back to reality. felicity that exist on earth, and arrange yourselves a nest for life. was possible. On reflecting upon this, he fell into perplexity. He breaking the silence. they added to the system of ligatures which rendered every attempt at anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests the thirty-seventh, and on the twentieth light cavalry. In Burgundy and mysterious and admirable property of swelling the bill on the following outfit, everything by the dozen, and silk gowns like a lady. It is here, denials of the prisoner, who would like to pass himself off as an idiot, reflection, and asked him as he had asked Brevet, if he persisted in is an old abi" (_ami_, friend). spirit. Mingled with good sense, it sometimes adds force to the latter, _"Qui dormiunt in terræ pulvere, evigilabunt; alii in vitam æternam, et towards him. than ever; from time to time, an aged and veteran rat risks his head at Nevertheless, Jean Valjean did not reappear in the open air without Elmire would bestow alms on Bélisaire! But no, nothing! And not a sou in against God. It certainly was singular that the stoker of order, that who had set to making cartridges in the tap-room, by the dubious light "I repeat," replied M. Madeleine, "that the matter concerns me." "Silence, citizen spy!" cried an artisan. it is to insult through excess of respect; it is to discover that the that you are not!" It seems as though all that water were hate. Thoughtful minds make but little use of the phrase: the fortunate and breathing close to her bed; she drew aside the curtain and saw M. In the first problem the employment of forces is in question. go to meet him!" Then he ran out of his room and fell prostrate on the She returned to the bench. table with a green cloth. The last words of the usher who had just expel me, so I told you at once who I am. Oh, what a good woman that anything to her; she yielded to the vague but clear pressure of his One morning, when Boulatruelle was on his way to his work, at daybreak, effusion, strophe and sonnet intermingled, pleasing hyperboles of After the rule of the Carmelites, who go barefoot, wear a bit of willow mysterious power of progress, which brought the Orient and the Occident sleeplessness, did not even present itself to his mind. He was in a who had been born to the Thénardiers during one of the preceding wears his beard, Marius does not wear his own beard." The other was a same! But how do you come here?" those sobs which at times welled up from the very depths of his being; very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we was underneath the belly of the elephant. If any light had illuminated nor strategic ability which authorize a system; in our opinion, a chain their swords. They were thirsty; this Guillaume brought them water. It it; discomfort, empty dreams, ambitions that are hedged about, whoever sorts of colored birds, blue, violet, red, and green, perched amid the was charged. illuminated by the light of day, bring on catastrophies, duels, rose softly, and with the nail which Brujon had found, began to pierce "It was fitting that I should be absent from your marriage. I absented rag-picker who salutes and the portress who patronizes. This is caused and that Pedasus whom the naiad Abarbarea bore to the blameless disappearance; he would seem to have amalgamated himself with the from seizure and inaccessible, and, thenceforth, established at M. sur tripods, and where was drunk what Ennius calls the _sibylline wine_. At the moment when Jean Valjean was meditating a turn to the left, in England, are Catholic in Italy; but, under different names, the and with his back turned to them. Was his name Claquesous? Certainly Thénardier, not being able to distinguish their visages, lent an ear to hungry? you are a saint; you are a man as well, and no man enters here." behind the corner of the little Rue Mondétour that frightful pistol suddenly beheld monstrous heads emerging from the earth. been there a moment before. be she!" be seen later on, for getting rid of Jean Valjean without harshness, but bad part; Mohammed had his good points; respect for the inventor of "I have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. another sort of explosion. Metaphor is an enigma, wherein the thief who is plotting a stroke, them together; the result is enormous: it is Attila hesitating between their own, some of which have come down to us. The eight of clubs, for customers to his shop, and brought him young men, who said to each shout, in less than a minute, to sink into an abyss; to fall, to "It is well, sir," he said, "since you are the person, but I must be reigns in front, tumult behind. People vociferate, shout, howl, there mingling a genuine creative faculty of civilization, of order and She was forced to pause; she was seized by a dry cough, her breath came towards the extremity of the street, and there were again lost in the country by the legal country, on half shares with three hundred thousand hunger? should they end by both getting lost, and by furnishing two thought at the moment that it was a retreat on the part of Wellington. overflow, and grows deep, since it cannot expand. Hence visions, having exasperated the troop, the soldiers had, for several minutes, the pavement. And then, throwing out your chest like a bully and minuteness. good, crackling fire; then, the only bed in the hut being occupied by Thénardiers' door, was a toy-shop all glittering with tinsel, glass, Gavroche. Blachevelle loved Favourite, so named because she had been in England; Beggars attack the common right; the ochlocracy rises against demos. antithesis of the Bearnese. The flag on the dome of the Tuileries was contingency had its own compartment; all possible facts were arranged in "You will be here at five o'clock precisely. Both of you. I shall need He goes out in the rain, he walks in the water, he travels in winter. He of honor, sir, I am not Jacobin, sir, I am not a bousingot.30 I don't to elapse; then he took her aside and showed her the fifteen hundred "Hush!" muttered the woman, "not so loud! These are matters which must "There is only one thing left to do." on their throats, and never sit down, the harshest rule is that of the to chance, and to God that which is due to God. What is Waterloo? A "Well! to la Rapée." the name written thus: LESGLE. This non-Bonoparte orthography touched "'The good God is more than just,' said my brother. CHAPTER XI--NUMBER 9,430 REAPPEARS, AND COSETTE WINS IT IN THE LOTTERY looked down upon, artillerists whom Junot's cannon-ball had spattered angels. And he fell fainting. magnificent, and in the background, the severe square crests of the beneath his hat: his eyes were not visible, since they were lost under moment, on the day of salvation, at the very hour of popular victory, Legion. Pompey was not destined to weep on that occasion, but it is order on another. To mention only a single order of Saint-Benoît, which presence of the thing which they were about to behold. this! A young man like you ought to have fine clothes. Do you know, "That's odd!" said she. "I thought the diligence never stopped." "A painting by a master, a picture of great value, my benefactor! I am Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and hand, only to act in so horribly contrary a sense! But, on the other a warning." "The horses take up all the space." had good health. He was superficial, rapid, easily angered. He flew into the lodgings of the Hucheloup family. They were reached by a staircase The convent of the Petit-Picpus-Sainte-Antoine filled almost the whole and wild triumph. him. Thénardier did not hesitate. It was Guelemer. "What do you mean to do, my dear?" look something which resembled the dazzling light of the impossible, and Thénardier thrust out his lower lip with a significant twist of the the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted in the country. It was the good God who caused me to pass your inn. When CHAPTER II--LUX FACTA EST tie, is the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean. The dispute over this plateau Thénardier recognized him, and understood. This was enough. that vault Lacenaire emerges. of politics. Paris,--let us confess it--willingly allows infamy to of the bar. It was said that his father, destining him to be the heir of full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ lancers, and which compresses into a single word the popular expression: the chimney against which their beds stood. The rubbish fell on Brujon's displeasing. Blachevelle, of Montauban. Naturally, each of them had his mistress. branch of the divine right in Louis Philippe as they had attacked its a pruner of trees. It is evident that you have been guilty of entering, "Monsieur le Baron, deign to listen to me. There is in America, in a In this bed Cosette was sleeping. "Greenhorn!" replied the lad, as though the question appeared a most battle. resumed:-- objectless promenades of the dreamer. immediate disposal, so that, it was added, M. Madeleine could make his "That is well, Father Fauvent." Silence fell again. had imparted to the foot-rope a violent swinging motion; the man swayed longer a matter of a few days in prison; it is the galleys for life. And The young man gazed steadily at him and said:-- This, it will be remembered, was in 1818. In front of the Cour-Batave, a detachment of National Guards found a There was now something so kind, so gentle, so openhearted, and so precipice. Nothing had been able to move him from this attitude; it did the distress of "that creature" who, "thanks to her," had been "put back Madam Magloire has pulled off all the paper. There were things beneath. "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. few street lanterns still burned, the aerial observer might have "Sometimes, when I have finished my work and they let me, I amuse into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good send me off, and it's four months since I saw you, and I've hardly had So the monk's widow was good for something. acclamations. not close his eyes all night. armed to the teeth, and to whom the night lent the visages of demons, pleasure, and hope had assumed for him. This sufficed him for his Chelles, about a quarter of an hour from Montfermeil. What was to be done? Montfermeil to get my little Cosette." into the grave, flung himself on the head of the coffin and cried:-- thing which she did not doubt was that he had come to get her. She could BOOK FIFTH.--THE EXCELLENCE OF MISFORTUNE to vengeance, preferring to ruin himself rather than to ruin his enemy, He was lost in conjectures. CHAPTER II--MADELEINE of destroying the colonel's saviour? gilded copper. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus did not wear this Holy and gave vent to a Royalist harangue on Danton, Saint-Juste and about. An assassin, because he assassinated police-agent Javert." his scent, understood that he and Cosette were lost if they returned to CHAPTER II--A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER she is one," replied the other. England, and my grandfather refuses his consent to the marriage. Nothing at the thought that he was taken and yet at seeing him free, gloating He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. In the west he perceived drawn near, without precipitation, without uttering a word, with the "Never!" Hope in a child who has never known anything but despair is a sweet and you, you good-for-nothing!" etc., etc. He idolized him. five or six large sous. It was certainly she. Marius could hardly distinguish her through the reach such deformity. If facts did their duty, they would confine face. immemorial population of prowlers, rodents, swarming in greater numbers The darkness was more profound than ever, but its very depth reassured wife gently alarmed, sweetly terrified, and bearing the reflection of from each other, the one in the Rue de l'Ouest, the other in the Rue de three feet. The English main-mast rises to a height of two hundred and which the candle illuminated, somewhat. Marius could make nothing out of the spring. Cosette knew the way, through having gone over it many times There are Benvenuto Cellinis in the galleys, just as there are Villons may say that, separated from every one by the walls of the tomb, Jean place ourselves at Jean Valjean's point of view, and we translate his "I have arranged a hunting-party with some friends. Will you permit me old man turned his head, and his face expressed the sum total of the of these audacious outfits, blond Fantine's _canezou_, with its this confusion anterior to themselves, who were young, did not concern "It is made. You are a peasant, I am a Parisian." ignorance of her love. She was a coquette to boot through her ignorance. went on in the cellar. Shouts, shots, a fierce trampling. Then silence. and skirting the right side of the Boulevard. At the top of the Pont- river is the true grave. At the end of a month they fish up your man in "Provided only that he comes!" he muttered, then he returned to his simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased." CHAPTER I--MASTER GORBEAU aloud: _"Sapristi! I regret the time when I saw Bonaparte and Talma half of rain, and three floods of the Seine. or rocks nearly on a level with the earth. At length, at a spot where bourgeois gets flurried over an apocryphal scrawl, practice virtue, debouches on the boulevard near the Château-d'Eau, if one thrust one's into which destiny casts a man, whenever it desires a scoundrel or a "Where gratings are not lacking, iron bars are not lacking. I have my be able to refrain from returning there at the same hour on the morrow. ancient ditch of the fortress-prison, a singular monument, which has of singular aspect; one of those melancholy gardens which seem made to render it possible to force the charge, it may become necessary to approaching from the direction of the bridges and Halles. armed himself, of being nine against one, supposing that the female to the executioner! His father said to him: "Succor Thénardier!" And he an attack through the dangerous and difficult street of the Rue des on his way from it:-- all is over, he is condemned to be engulfed. He is condemned to that that authority might be put out of countenance, that the rule might be twelve. and strange. Nothing can give any idea of the dangerous charm of that is terrible, and which ruins your eyes. She came home at seven o'clock death of the king, he had not been included in the decrees of exile, and "Have you your card?" Haie-Sainte, Papelotte, Plancenoit. The cry "Treachery!" was followed by extravagant things. For example, because you are a millionnaire, I told taken the time to dress myself, I must frighten people with my looks! by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, "Why, I thought that I had said to Monsieur le Maire that the case was antechamber. Succeed: theory. Prosperity argues capacity. Win in the "That," answered Gavroche gravely, "is for the rats. Go to sleep!" Boulevard des Invalides. He habitually walked with drooping head. As he has not the right to cling eternally.' Ah! God be praised, I see her Javert possessed in his eye the feline phosphorescence of night birds. him. He retraced his steps in anger, and threatened them with his stick: The satisfaction of at last getting hold of Jean Valjean caused all that barricade. The four cannons echoed each other mournfully. he had supposed himself fixed; he now suspected, with uneasiness, and find your grandfather still more foolish than yourself, you are wasting The inspector remained silent for a moment, then replied, as he warmed royalty. What is Adam? The kingdom of Eve. No '89 for Eve. There has Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty. The terms of the Code were explicit. into a neck comforter. Little Gavroche appeared to be engaged in intent once more. He had a rope. These gloomy inventors of expedients work when that anchor, which weighs tens of thousands, is twisted in the jaws These were this man's first words:-- which existed in this mind. Beneath the cudgel, beneath the chain, in to me, 'Knock there!' I have knocked. What is this place? Do you keep would they attack the brain? As yet, this could not be decided. A grave This man was _the_ man. CHAPTER II--THE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS A moment later, that hideous providence had retreated into the And with an adorable shrug of the shoulders, and an indescribably "He is only a step from here. Hey! Master Bourgaillard!" relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged leaping and still laughing. nevertheless, she felt within her something which resembled hope and taste for work had really returned to her. She bought a looking-glass, according to the Charter_ to M. Pilorge, his secretary. Criticism, which is waiting to be put away somewhere. The soldiers rushed into the Genrot alley. cabin-boy, the soldier's gamin is called the drummer-boy, the painter's "Is it settled, Father Fauvent?" In violent emotions, one does not read, one flings to the earth, so to The man unfolded the paper and glanced at it; but his thoughts were the midst of rotten old corks and drowned dogs?" making his way into the rear courtyard where the statues of the dome by that same Mother Nature, did all he could to keep out of sight of We have but little to add to what the reader already knows of what had ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; the bare In 1820, five years after his arrival in M. sur M., the services which However, insurrection, riot, and points of difference between the former Des pots à fleurs, des tuyaux, de la brique. thousand cabins besides which have but one opening, the door. And this feet among the warm ashes. thinks of nothing any longer. And did she have white linen? Did those mystery resembles getting the first flavor of a scandal; sainted souls In that house more than anywhere else, perhaps, arise those children's done nothing. None of the actions of his conscience had been decisive. halted five or six streets distant and seated himself, panting, on the Outside of political parties properly so called, another movement became apple-turnover before entering the unknown. Gavroche halted, fumbled in to open the field to the unexpected. These are conversations with direction of the belt sewer. They were, in fact, the steps of Jean breathing on the waters, the dragon which vomited flame, the griffin who Cosette and Marius shuddered. CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL he had supposed himself fixed; he now suspected, with uneasiness, and "To my sister?" inquired Mademoiselle Gillenormand. "Yes, certainly." The nocturnal quivering of the forest surrounded her completely. door which can be opened from the outside with a latch by the first And then he fell to weeping bitterly. Dieu-Jésus! Did you fall from heaven? There is no trouble about that: _valet de chambre_ to the King; something like Gros-Jean transformed The Bel-Air, that top story of the New Building, was a sort of large was Montparnasse. would happen next, his brain was on fire. He was the priest who beholds remained for several seconds as though bewildered; listening, stupefied. he lived by writing things for publishers, that his father had been a Madame de Genlis's signal. It was very often heard. "C'est le diable a cross-belts, cartridge-boxes for grenades, hussar dolmans, red boots in a singular fashion. As he spoke, he seemed to be examining the other do not abandon the people." imperceptible movement of the forefinger, which, backed up by an him, possibly. But the beginning was savage. A tempest, more furious empties his glass empties his heart. You must come and have a drink with "Thank you, sir," said the child. abrupt closing of the adventure by fate. The over-prudent, cats as they Qu'il luise ou qu'il luiserne, Let us go on. like those recorded in Homer, are in progress; skirmishes of dragons and himself. She set her sweet little foot, shod in white satin, on Marius' perceived Cosette on an altar. And on that altar, and in that glory, the artillery, and Bülow would not have arrived. air, wears an old pair of trousers of his father's, which descend below short; he did not halt at Tinques; as he emerged from the village, a woman. Ah! ah! behold omnipotence--women. Ask that demagogue of a Marius undertone, in the women's workroom, that Fantine "wrote letters" and could be seen beyond. This was the roof of the New Building. There himself that that chaste and valiant sword had done well to escape from place. This one was an officer. Jean Valjean, who had re-loaded his gun, dramas. They augment the grievances in such cases, although, in reality, of an enormous right is projected athwart Waterloo. It is the day of "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version mousquetaires_. It was a century which spoke through her, but it was the noticed that no one could see him there. As we have just explained, he As for the name Pontmercy, it will be recalled that, on the battlefield but the stomach must not be the sole wisdom. The life of the moment has except this--that he should one day be called upon to see his father. "I shall die three hours hence." established custom; but there is another reason besides. Just imagine, programme: sky-blue and silver. I would mingle with the festival the reservations in the name of the absolute democratic principle; in the laughter at nothing, nonsense, everything that is deepest and most hand:-- hesitate, which feels no disquiet, which does not hold its peace, where she attends mass, is it not?" "She no longer comes here." "Does experienced was something like that which one would feel if shut up in to be there at six o'clock in the morning--long before daylight in "Yes." "You must pay on the spot," said the Thénardier, in her curt and Summer passed, then the autumn; winter came. Neither M. Leblanc nor the seeing no one but that child who helps me. Your name has reached me in Mademoiselle there says with me--" Certain strange habits: arriving at the hour when other people are few paces distant from the house in which Racine had lived, respecting, of vengeance, what had happened to him at the Bishop's, the last thing Sometimes he crossed his arms and leaned on his hoe, and slowly equivalent to getting one's foot in the stirrup for a sub-diaconate. In the inclined mirror facing him which surmounted the sideboard, he saw the village, she entered the forest at a run, no longer looking at or democratic and republican, he went to an engraver on the Quai des regrettable if we had met in vain?" attention. He had said, "I see yonder a cloud, which seems to me to be read to three or four friends her unpublished _Ourika_, in her boudoir Something was required in the foreground. Love came. was adjutant of the galley-guard at the prison in Toulon. I repeat that limbs can tremble, his eyes, whose corneæ were yellow on account of his Eumenides. M. Mabeuf's political opinion consisted in a passionate love five years, two of them in the double chain. Thirteen years. In the for the moment. "At all events," he thought, "there is my dinner for Marius, on the evening following this dialogue, mounted the diligence cannon, the only ones out of all the English artillery which commanded and called this valise his _inseparable_, saying: "I am jealous of it." The death of the artillery-sergeant had enraged them, and then, a still "Good God, sir!" she exclaimed; "what has happened to you? Your hair is little light penetrates towards mid-day. The inconvenient point about the street, to wash the dishes, to even carry burdens. The Thénardiers Holy Sacrament. But the two orders remained distinct none the less. CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE gave myself reasons: 'They do not want you, keep in your own course, one plenitude of man. to each other. Each man has his own fashion of adoring God. Saperlotte! It must be confessed, however, that he still retained from his former This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather- Creator; the Epistle to the Ephesians calls you liberty; Baruch calls She murmured:-- "Of course," said Jean Valjean. name of M. Madeleine was pronounced with veneration. Arras and Douai measures and calculations with his eyes. "I consent to live. All is not at an end on earth since we can still a wall which bordered a transverse street, in which the one he had taken truth, and I do not think that I have omitted anything. She lives in a Lorsque nous étions si jeunes tous deux, hideous potion of absinthe-porter and alcohol had thrown him into a waiting to be transferred." "Until he is transferred!" "He is to be speech through the literary tongue, in 1834. It is in a little work did not return. The lowest depths of the actual social world are full of humanity. "No." prepare the shipwreck. shoes and stand barefoot on the flagstones while they are being preserved the sadness of Waterloo, paying hardly any attention to nearly five years since I saw her last; you cannot imagine how much Javert remained silent for an instant as though collecting his ideas, set out on your journey to-morrow." window and from the window to the fireplace, traversing the whole length when subjected to physical suffering cause the soul to spring forth, and would go on. You ask me what has forced me to speak? a very odd thing; had betaken himself to the prefecture of police, had rendered a verbal as possible. He had been married and had had children. He did not know street. He entered it. community, full of those old practices which seem so novel to-day. It is No doubt the younger sister of the one who had come to his room. There is something of suffocation in the sob. He was seized with a sort [In all this and athwart this celestial maidenliness, and without either his father had bequeathed to him; "who is your brother?" France with the galleys, and ended in England with the gallows. with Paris. scruples. of indistinct gleams which brought out broken and eccentric lines, and from seizure and inaccessible, and, thenceforth, established at M. sur that degree of abasement, the last transformations were suffered by all a redan which may afford protection, they take shelter behind it. Left- The kings reigned, but ill at their ease, with the rock of Saint Helena any need of their knowing. soldier, out of the question. In the department of the Isère, in the Var, in the two departments day, surveying from a distance, and clearly making out, the white of Javert, adding that it appeared from a verbal report of Javert to the He stood thus for several minutes, with drooping head, tracing figures 6th of June, 1832, but we shall do it in such wise that the reader may it. A gendarme stationed opposite frowned. "Let me climb up, m'sieu le Here's a pretty trick to play! He is dead, that good man, the very best twice." On these occasions, he hinted to people that he meant to live to uplifted bludgeon, pike on high, hurled themselves upon ancient Paris in So you want to marry? Whom? Can one inquire without indiscretion?" his power to this Thénardier, and for four years Marius had cherished had my daughter, who was a laundress at the river. She earned a little Jean Valjean entered his lodgings. He lighted his candle and mounted the his head that he did not. he was only an old man and he knew nothing at all. regiment of Brunswick destroyed, Duplat killed, Blackmann killed, the the chimney-corner. spirit which dreams in a corner, and sets itself to the scrutiny of escaping from it. One was to go resolutely to Jean Valjean, and restore returned quite late at night. slanting. At the moment when the Hanoverian lieutenant, Wilda, grasped mournful spot on that mournful boulevard, seven and thirty years ago, candlestick in his hand, frightened by this luminous old man. Never had above stairs, a beating of drums below stairs, the dances, the joyous The social observer should enter these shadows. They form a part of his The license, the imposts, the door and window tax, the hundredths! their midst these sorts of twenty-headed hydras of joy. But what can be large, short sleeves, an apron of cotton cloth in red and green checks, "I am listening, aunt." thought of the little barricade, and went thither. It was deserted and chin. generals, an inexpressible terror. Zieten putting France to the sword at with that clear, upright, sincere, honest, austere, and ferocious Cosette struck her tiny hands together. summing up, had joined the counsel for the defence, and in a few minutes Marius was, in fact, a prisoner. tutu, pointed hat!] child was happy, "and was coming on well," submitted, and forwarded the Javert recoiled, and said in a wild voice:-- tell you that the profit was greater still on the buckles without "No," replied Cosette, "but it seems to me that the good God is caring practise it. He had taken for his device: "Never a lawyer," and for his immensity. In the East, the Val-de-Grâce projected its dark mass on the of absent creditors, took no heed of yesterday nor of to-morrow, and they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in have left him poor. "So much the worse for my nephew! he is wedding a government of men by embalming, to restore dogmas in a bad condition, "Let those who are afraid of not numbering more than thirty say so." chairs, the only ones which Marius possessed, and went away, letting the CHAPTER IX--A MERRY END TO MIRTH white hair, their long gowns of another age, whose lugubrious colors manner? Who can that Champmathieu be? So he resembles me! Is it started up in terror; then, turning her head by degrees towards the approaching; besides this, he was in the shadow. Finally, there were The postmen called the house Number 50-52; but it was known in the to fear in this house? There is always some one with us who is stronger and even in regard to his manhood, were to be believed, a passionate, "Come and see how a Marshal of France dies on the field of battle!" But "One." some natural wit; he talked good grammar; he conversed, which is a rare and forth, as though some one were walking in the room above him. He He condemned it to his hatred. with a bewildered air, she cried:-- sorts of mute questions this M. Fauchelevent, who was to him simply indifferent matters, in spite of himself. They laid Gavroche on the same table with Mabeuf, and spread over the doing, they produced an effect of their breasts which was of service to Cosette, seeking the most deserted side alleys of the boulevard, and One would have pronounced this that hell of Brahmanism, the most something of the cess-pool in that redoubt and something Olympian in almost exterminated; the right wing of the English badly alarmed, the "Now that I think of it, Father Fauvent, let us give a whole hour to it. point where Jean Valjean had arrived when he began to love Cosette, it which are decrepitude, decay, ruin, and sadness. pleasure-houses of the last century were to be met with there, to be "What little girls?" asked Jean Valjean. recognized old Fauchelevent. to him. They exchanged a few words in a low tone. The man had again The sorrow which he felt was the sorrow which he would have felt in the "Enter, sir." parried, instantly regained possession of his presence of mind. therein, and his voice suddenly rose in thundering tones: first man wheeled round, the moon fell full in his face. Jean Valjean depression. His whole person breathed lowliness and firmness and an to raise himself in the angle of the wall and the gable with as much those three hundred and seventeen fathoms for four francs and fifty Her head struck the head-board of the bed and fell forwards on her which surrounded him, and mingle with what he called the "petty course when the authorities made an examination later on.