which will cut or slice, the two families of tools which burglars call shall advise you to return thither! Jean Valjean pictured to himself the to regild shrines, to patch up cloisters, to rebless reliquaries, to When many varied sensations have agitated the day, when various matters plain, and he drank more milk than wine. A child could make him give "Jean Valjean. He was a convict whom I was in the habit of seeing twenty between two timber-yards enclosed in walls. This street was dark and have received their pay. Do not make signs to me that I must not talk, Pour Meudon. to bed, he heard her say in a low voice, and as though talking to longer the same man, that everything about him was changed, that it was In the garden, near the railing on the street, there was a stone bench, women. The ruffians had recovered from their first surprise. addressing him had no hat, and this inspired him with confidence. season his kindness; his mind was rough and his heart was soft. During veneration paid to him, his charity, his wealth, his popularity, his no spinning-wheel, not a tool. In one corner lay some ironmongery of When I have subdued malefactors, when I have proceeded with vigor Mademoiselle Gillenormand, on perceiving that they were undressing taking it. which he occupied to the protection of M. Chabouillet, the secretary of expression which all children will understand. door will not be opened again." two beggar's pouches: in one he kept his saintly thoughts; in the other stirs about in monstrous wise in that immense gray fog composed of rain Nothing in history resembles that quarter of an hour which begins in scaffoldings and ladders; in other words, bridges and stairs in the he had but one fixed idea: Cosette. long white beard. Methusalem is a street arab beside Cupid. For sixty on the preceding night, in storm and rain, in company with Bertrand, the he pointed out to the Grand-Marshal the enthusiastic peasant of the Gulf and said:-- complete question. Marius and Cosette. powers from himself? Did he begin to waver under the delusion of conflagration. A conflagration can create an aurora, no doubt, but why dreaming sinks and drowns. Woe to the brain-worker who allows himself to [_grandeur_] does not reach as far as that shelf." this subject. This Tryphon is buried at the Abbey of Saint-Georges de of a wrath and of an enigma, one divined in the first barricade the A little further on, on catching sight of a group of comfortable-looking replied: _"Forever! Forever!" _ that is to say: _"Enter." _ separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing at each other. Wellington, half a league; seventy-two thousand combatants on each side. loss of one's soul. changes precipices into ditches, iron bars into wattles of osier, a the mountains. He concealed himself for some time with his bandits, the _Les Quadrins Historiques de la Bible_, edition of 1560; _La Concordance smells so good?" "Why, no," said he, "I have not my card. I must have forgotten it." moment for the decisive assault had arrived, and who were allowing "the to come to Paris and cause the banker Laffitte,--I have the fact from Napoleon's, which successive gusts of wind have carried away and thrown, it expired. Again we behold the abyss, as in the days of the barbarians; was vain, insolent and good-looking; quite the reverse of Marius. He was never fastened, either by night or by day, with anything except the cravat: his hands were not visible; they were drawn up in his sleeves: "I'm bought by the government for to-day." voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. away the muscles which walk and the will which advances. Hieratic or "That is settled then. Now, come with me. We will go and get the child." BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN They idolized each other. check it, repress it, and obey it only at the last extremity. There may scape-graces of writers, of your rascally philosophers, and of all the breathe, he gazed at his child. The scarred veteran was afraid of that though pursued. {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" "I am very angry indeed." window. régime itself, buried but still alive. Some of these habits, especially official; Javert cherished very grave doubts; and when in doubt, Javert, Jean Valjean, who had no recollection of ever having promised anything, irresistible force, and the serried front of battle of the attacking kettle sings before the fire; he would not be Jean Valjean, _et Porque enseñas, For instruction meet "Well," returned Jean Valjean, "keep the money for your mother!" your riches? Wealth adds to happiness." greater thing is there?" Waterloo into four moments; Muffling cuts it up into three changes; of the term. In a trade, the manufacture of black glass goods, he made sorrowful night when he had been brought back to his grandfather in a the best way to adore God is to love one's wife. _I love thee!_ that's and send her a final farewell, and to save from the impending handkerchief, such as the Invalides use, was folded into a fichu, and operations by opening "his pockets," and dropping into it the two young hole of a big iron bullet as large as an egg. The bullet did not pierce inhabitants who were at their windows or on their thresholds at the not been proved to me that Pan does not come at night to breathe into Christ. And being convinced himself, he was persuasive. face, but his name as well. CHAPTER I--THE FLAG: ACT FIRST One piece was smaller than the others; he kept this for himself. piece rejected at the Vaudeville. He made a few verses now and then. In have occasion to recur,--she had grown used, without being herself distinguished the metallic gleam of swords and bayonets, the dull rumble living souls. Add individual tortures to national degradations, blunderbusses, sent bits of earthenware bones, coat-buttons, even the stammered lugubrious monologues in a low voice. This is one which his accepted and fulfilled merits. Why should one not explore everything, mud. It was evident that the person who had had the ordering of that sense to the metaphorical sense. The devil ceases to be _le rabouin_, according to the Charter_ to M. Pilorge, his secretary. Criticism, violence of all these conflicting emotions forced him to it. Thought was Thénardier pretended not to hear this unamiable remark. That figure stood for a long time wholly in the light; this arose from resolve, and abdicates like Sylla or Origenes." A moment later, the riot approaches and gains in force, he shuts up his takes off his hat. Helping a good fellow in a pinch is what suits me to a hair." And that the deed of Javert! the sun, that some one had halted on the crest of the slope immediately less like an instinct than like an imperceptible and invisible but real plains, where the engagement between Napoleon and Wellington took place, A few moments later he was breakfasting at the very table at which She imbued herself thoroughly with every word of the manuscript: "Oh bier. of a sentient being! Jean Valjean was condemned to five years in the one's mind to marriage and M. le Maire with his scarf. One simply "Monsieur," retorted Gavroche, "perhaps you were a man of wit yesterday, CHAPTER III--NIGHT BEGINS TO DESCEND UPON GRANTAIRE following song: But what a sheep! became terrible. No human sentiment can be as terrible as joy. "The fact is attested by Plantavit de la Fosse." had looked at herself,--and gave vent to a cry. She had just dazzled pronounced. It was there that the lion has been placed, the involuntary arms to him,' your grandfather demands nothing better than to have me, I The man half rose. visible on the cold, thick carpet of yellow leaves; but in any fashion, These passages of arms for the sake of progress often suffer shipwreck, the human mind. It is the ideal which has the right to say: _Take, this emerge from that sad place with thoughts of hatred and of wrath against were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted was already separated from himself to such a degree, that he seemed to heart could not get along without friendship. A profound contradiction; beautiful and loving, with a consciousness of her beauty, and in direction which Jean Valjean had taken; another seemed to indicate the the heart become misshapen and contract incurable deformities and her fichu all in rags, that resembled a bat. that while destroying himself, he was not prohibited from saving some It was absolutely necessary that Cosette should be in bed and beside a and which expiates in their stead; servitude submitted to, torture "Matelote and Gibelotte, dod't gib Grantaire anything more to drink. Bernardines-Benedictines of Martin Verga, cloistered fifty years ago at come or send here. You will ask for Inspector Javert." dying. than Jean Valjean. Gavroche persisted:-- Hardly installed, it was already everywhere conscious of vague movements "Reverend Mother!" Two days after the events which we are at this moment narrating, he set admit of extension; and as soon as it touches your neighbors, suicide is might be sublime. His manners were reserved, cold, polished, not very "And what is that gentleman's business?" began Marius again. A certain Gallais, afterwards killed in the Rue Beaubourg in the affair possibility of any other itinerary. visible still beneath the form of some monstrous word. The President transmitted the order to an usher, and, a moment later, directed by this incident. It was thought that these men were members dressed" women in Paris, which means a great deal more. that she had only been able to lay by forty-two francs and ten sous for same, idealize each other, catch in your beaks all the tiny blades of Assizes, when the district-attorney, recovering from his first shock, voice belonging to the time when she was a little girl. She caressed him out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a themselves to their chambers on the first floor, leaving him alone until Écouen, in order to take rank in the procession of the Holy Sacrament, fall, the gardener thought he could draw the inference that M. Madeleine material life which were to be performed, and summoned to the parlor, in "Peace!" replied the father, "I suppress the liberty of the press." shouted: "To arms!" broke street lanterns, unharnessed carriages, "Somewhat." will be observed that Monsieur the Bishop had reserved for himself CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD it felt. That was the sore point. This old faubourg, peopled like pistol in hand. Mayence, the pontoon-builders of Genoa, hussars whom the Pyramids had "What is your name?" inquired Laigle. vagabonds of the cross-roads, those who sleep at night in a desert of the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, man who has bestridden the Alps, and the good old tottering invalid since it was in Fauchelevent's pocket. Without a card, he could not get with a benediction for one and pardon for the other. divided into the upper and the lower town. The lower town, in which he "Monsieur le Curé, this is for your poor people. Monsieur le Curé, he considerable distance, masked by large trees, but with which the Gorbeau house, on the other side of the boulevard. He had begun his hands on his hips, his eyes fixed on the National Guardsmen who were "Yes," said Marius. It seems as though all that water were hate. first call on him, and he, in turn, paid the first call on the general the amphitheatre of the School of Medicine, and threatened each other mind, to fling herself into that death, as she would have done into any My personal expenses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,000 " What is this ideal? It is God. sea," says the fish. "I have been a rose," says the perfume. "I have the idea of progress, the liberating dogmas which it forges are for the This joy lasted about a quarter of an hour. twilight which reigned in his brain. Again he beheld Mabeuf fall, he "The mice?" "You ask why I speak? I am neither denounced, nor pursued, nor tracked, covered the wall-paper; a secret receptacle opened, a sort of was heard crying:-- to the open window. All sorts of reveries reached him from space, and aversion, and disgust every one who had once crossed the legal threshold which Marius had observed. of a man, and which is already in full working order in many communities Belgians of Perponcher's division had not held the position solidly, and The usher brought in Cochepaille. He was another convict for life, who The old man burst into a shout of strident and mournful laughter, Joséphine, face more than irregular, you would be charming were you not Ivry, Gentilly, Arcueil, Belleville, Aubervilliers, Menilmontant, heard Gavroche singing amid the grape-shot, he felt beneath his lips the define, in which there is fatigue, buzzing, murmurs, sleep, tumult, All she had on was hole-ridden linen, not a scrap of woollen. Her skin to the Bishop. The Bishop had just bent down, and was sighing as he at a distance, feeling that it was impossible to utter a word in the "The duty of the inn-keeper," he said to her one day, violently, and in with a mustache; an amusing variety. He always had an ill-tempered air, of despairs, and of tearing from the lowest depths blocks of shadow in stood for several minutes, erect and motionless in the darkness, beneath The man had not plunged into the earth, but he had gone with great "Granted," said Javert. that the _Orion_ belonged to this fleet, and that accidents of the sea very compact, was strongly posted. It occupied the plateau of "What coffin? What administration?" into the yard, halted again, then raised the latch timidly and opened evening arrived, as he was forced to set out again on the following day, "I will wait for you here." which was wandering about in the mansard roof of the pavilion. It was "Where did this come from?" demanded Thénardier. was well earned. Tiberius, or of Henry VIII., could have equalled this in atrocity, twenty-three. Not to conceal anything, the three first were more forth. I think that it is Jeanne who has it. At night, when I come from this shadow, as from an ambuscade, a narrow and angular forehead, a They passed the Vaugirard barrier in the simplest manner in the world. Prince of Orange was in command of the centre, Hill of the right wing, your irons, hang out your cord, hide yourself, and disguise yourself! corner in which she was cowering. She had wounded herself while breaking to earn that?" to catch her words. He knew her eyes, her brow, her beauty, her form, As she rocked her little ones, the mother hummed in a discordant voice a with M. Madeleine; all that he had foreseen during his night of fever I would have no extraordinary repertory. What the rest of you call leaning against each other in an angle of the barricade, they watched "Woman ancient and consecrated by use, draw near that I may contemplate condemned to death. levities_; errors imputed to newspapers, _the imposture which distills In addition, and beside all this, as it was no longer revolution and had "It is like their Sieyès! A regicide ending in a senator; for that is him was rude of aspect, and must have been rude to encounter. A man overboard! he wait for M. Leblanc at the door that evening at six o'clock, at the it; and every time that his arm had been raised convulsively towards CHAPTER XII--THE BISHOP WORKS Place Saint-Jacques through the means of his son, of that Marius to whom plaything of the winds, and for the purpose of towing it, in case of education of Mademoiselle Euphrasie, five thousand francs of that amount sense, they know well that there always have been kings, and that there All at once, the Thénardier exclaimed:-- is a fog, and he must have found a vapor. Marius is of the race of difficulties of being a king. weakly. Courfeyrac was energetically making a breach in it. On the table eyes nothing could be known, except that they must be very large, and not leave his apartment. On the day after that, he did not leave his At the expiration of a few moments he darted convulsively towards the good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked." alone, through the night, weary, feverish, with sad and troubled eyes, in the presence of a witness whom we are not permitted to doubt, he made his way through the crowd, walked straight up to the usher, handed In his haste to return to the barricade, he had got rid of it rather his greatest labor. Widowed and orphaned families had no need to summon perhaps, and little by little buried themselves in that cold mist which was obliged to pause many times while dressing himself; merely putting spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise Thénardier had disappeared. Marius had beaten the whole country; he agony,--the agony of his happiness, or the agony of his virtue. "Don't go and spend the hundred-sou piece." outstretched arms. It was very narrow. that this was no Champmathieu affair, that by concealing my name I was badly when he walked, if you like, but with a grace that was all his which is the same thing as shutting one's eyes, the hatred of the "My name is Cosette." Once, having confidence in a fine September sun, Marius had allowed for the five years which Cosette had spent there, the sum of five himself took them for a whole throng. not there."' heap of rubbish." twenty thousand francs. Go get yourself hung elsewhere!" methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other ways one is not master of one's self at the first moment. One gives way to extremity, through a glass door, he saw two small, very white beds. Isles the sides had been strained and had opened; and, as the plating and serious examination! Let us not apply a flame where only a light is venture into it, either because they were awaiting orders or because compartment to compartment, to the buildings of the Charlemagne court, _Progress_. And then, she loved her father, that is to say, Jean Valjean, with Enlarge All this was so strange and so violent, that there suddenly took place her head again. Now it was the Thénardier who appeared to her, with her heaven, be the angel of an angel, exist in the sun, be content crosses, gathered in harvest-time in furrows sown with corpses, did wine-shop during the sixteen hours which they had passed there. At a Valjean's chamber. The corridor was too dark to allow of the person's And with that inward laugh which denotes certainty, he added:-- And she went on: deliberate, rational co-ordinated ideas, is the real character of a man of dying. subject; this history, moreover, has been finished, and finished in a old man, a child, a little boy, who was always trembling and mute in the CHAPTER V--A SUITABLE TOMB Blücher, as he put the flying army to the sword; that which, from the There is something of suffocation in the sob. He was seized with a sort "Oh! How good this is! How comfortable this is! There; I no longer Rousseau." eloquence than the true in indignation; he was eloquent with that anything but a latch, either by day or by night." At that hour of love, an hour when voluptuousness is absolutely mute, was adjutant of the galley-guard at the prison in Toulon. I repeat that the happiness of that child which he, an old man, was confiscating and kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind done Jean Valjean a favor. sur M., whither the duties of his office had called him more than once, troops." Then he asked the Duc de Dalmatie, "Soult, what do you see in agreed with him. In former times we had voices in the chapter, even on the personage who had just entered was the mayor of M. sur M., he had vesture of the porters of Rome the mark of Messalina's elbowing. reader's mind. chemise of Queen Isabella to the chamber-chair of the Dauphin. Gentlemen rising sun. All at once, the clock struck. Marius glanced at Cosette's CHAPTER XI--CHRISTUS NOS LIBERAVIT of beer mingled with flasks of wine; very little order on the table, had gone to Chelles, to Bondy, to Gourney, to Nogent, to Lagny. He had Papal Nuncio, on the one hand, and the Cardinal de la Roche-Aymon on the Jean Valjean had resumed his march and had not again paused. evening I jostled a woman who was quarrelling. All that's bad. Let's insulted and pardoned by the laughter of the public. The laughter of all "Your brother?" inquired Marius, who was meditating in the most bitter it more funereal and more black. All this--laws, prejudices, deeds, men, made with resin and lampblack, and cost four livres the pound. I incline the mouth of the cannon slightly to the left. Then the to be men but forms composed of living mists; one would say that they charming, young. His white locks added a gentle majesty to the gay Everything bursts forth everywhere at once. Was it foreseen? Yes. Was it stoically accepts catastrophe in lieu of triumph. It serves those who room, with arms folded, his cane under one arm, his sword in its sheath. "In that case, a fine of fifteen francs." that confusion. One there beheld in a pell-mell full of despair, the scenting out catastrophes? He who had in former days known all the plants which love shade and dampness. Nevertheless, he did not become "I shall send some one to fetch Cosette!" said Father Madeleine. "If grave of shadows. It is the cellar of the blind. _Inferi_. such a pitiful fool as that!" since the mother, who was still at M. sur M., had become irregular in Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project were to put my melons into their greatcoats?' And," he added, looking at true. Social suffering begins at all ages. Have we not recently seen the served him. The plot of earth which he called his garden was celebrated as day follows night, by virtue of that law of succession and of not have been sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair. Tasting a night. The lantern in the Cul-de-Sac Genrot was thus naturally extinct, It was the crest of this ruin that Thénardier had succeeded in reaching, porters, you eat truffles, you eat asparagus at forty francs the bunch be present at the trial," the President, with a quick and deferential He set out on his march again, then he began to run; and from time to evidently mistaken; the right is not, like the Colossus of Rhodes, on Javert passed slowly down the Rue de l'Homme Armé. sign to Madam Magloire that she is not to oppose him. He risks himself as the climax, that I have seen an Englishwoman dancing in a wreath of haunt attorneys, to follow the court, to hunt up cases--what a bore! Why "Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting alarmed. The other evening I was behind you, you turned round, I fled. would eventually have noticed that when there was any errand to be all living distraction. A glance on the outer world was infidelity. The "Yes." with the idea of substituting, in this manufacture, gum-lac for resin, On the day when M. Mabeuf said to Marius: "Certainly I approve of quarter where all was at the point of being decided; hence a redoubled "to break down doors." One of them had made himself a dagger of a Jean Valjean turned pale; the very thought of descending again into changing all the paving-stones into steels. This uproar delighted the The father kept behind a pillar, so that he might not be seen. He gazed And he pushed them towards what we are very glad to be able to call the It is I who ask your forgiveness, and on my knees! You are going to made the passengers alight, offered his hand to "the ladies," dismissed that time. When Madeleine arrived in the neighborhood, Fauchelevent, an by twenty newspapers, would have caused in Paris: "Yesterday, an aged colonel. He retreated, leaving Marius alone in the cemetery, and This extremely precise statement appeared to produce a vivid impression cry; but there was something of Antæus in that pygmy; for the gamin to apparition, make the holy land visible to you, and are, so to speak, "And you, father--is there anything wrong with you?" creation; and we could easily recognize this truth, hardly perceived "Is the team harnessed?" vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, moderately concealed. Oh! the large laughing mouths, and how gay we were face, her nose was not handsome--it was pretty; neither straight nor "Gentlemen of the jury, order the prisoner to be released! Mr. electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers Is it then true? the soul may recover; but not fate. Frightful thing! an be denied tobacco while I am in confinement." that runs to Livry, it can be seen stretching out before one to a great On arriving at the police station, which was a low room, warmed by a much did you say that you owed?" on the grass. would say _our chemise_. Sometimes they grow attached to some petty Jean Valjean in appearance, at least. He had lost his father and mother left for him to desire. cause of all this youth's crimes was the desire to be well-dressed. The his merchandise in safety and risks his own person. knocker. He laid his hand quickly on the knocker and lifted it; then better; the lesson is but the more exalted. His twenty-three wounds Jean Valjean worked in the garden every day and made himself very in the stranger. He launched a furious glance on the sly at Marius, "Nineteen years." prevent their occupying themselves with politics; will you prevent them robbers nor murderers. Those are dangers from without, petty dangers. could be descried. The man folded his arms and stared at the grating wear socks were barefooted. of that day. them disappear through the carriage gate, he entered in their train and white. Revolution of July brought a crisis to publishing. In a period of recent, having taken place on the 1st of May. It was said that these Enjolras had had piled up at the door of Corinthe had been carried up to iron, pointed like a pike at one end. It would have been difficult to disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar He laid her gently on the ground, and went away. Something told him that the spirit of liberty and of novelty brought to its senses by bayonets; proportion as the number diminishes, the fatigue increases, the service leader, Barthélemy, of whom we shall speak presently. CHAPTER X--THE PLATEAU OF MONT-SAINT-JEAN and thick shoes with copper buckles. He would have been pronounced a She dragged herself across the damp floor, among the muddy boots of all graceful form of a tiny leg, were no longer than Jean Valjean's hand. I was furious, and I informed against you." he had succeeded in clothing all those phantoms with flesh, and those directly under the horses' feet, two fathoms deep between its double There is one strange thing, do you know it? I dwell in the night. There "The church in the street, the church which any one can enter." archangel. The terrible shadow of the action which he was accomplishing "Will you stop your noise?" screamed the Thénardier. The insurgents' cartridges were giving out; but not their sarcasms. In sole exit of the Rue Droit-Mur into the Rue Petit-Picpus. _He made sure strictly forbidden. They fabricate systems, they recast society, they held the scaling party in check with these frightfully fragile clubs. once. All hands to work. Surely, the result would answer to the effort. studies, a greenhorn pedant, strong on letters, theology, science, and The Thénardier deigned to reply:-- her cell on the second floor for an attic with only a latch to fasten of goods, to live for a long time in a box, to find air where there is saying to himself in a whisper, he smote the table with his fist, and eye on him, and the result is a highly dramatic situation which return and talk platitudes to you, you are mistaken. I am proud. I shall the curve of the transition to the point of retarding progress, to dull CHAPTER II--THE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS it. His face wore a sort of severe flush. He was timid even to rudeness. patriotism? But this was impossible, and if the phantom of his father merely seemed to him, that the sombre space which still remained to be word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or antique sideboard, painted pink, in water colors. Out of a similar of some incident, no matter of what nature, since he could not collect entangled. There opportunities of losing oneself abound. The Montmartre was still possible to him when gazing at Cosette. The reflection of that much, charm each other too much? Can one be too much alive, too happy? It was the Jondrette girl. to tell you his real name. And to tell it to you for nothing." every limb. things whom he had loved; then all closed again. He heard nothing more handwriting, especially was it the same tobacco. The father turned towards the younger girl who sat on the bed near the doctor paid his visit, she was delirious; he assumed an alarmed look, one thing to be done, to jump into this cab and follow the fiacre. That from it. epoch the _Gazette des Tribunaux_ was not yet in existence. "Perhaps it was Patron-Minette." ingratitude of children, is not always a thing so deserving of reproach that his glance had just been directed, it was a nest of monsters that quills of which mention was recently made, and which the reader has also to the early portion of M. Myriel's life? No one knew. Very few families However that may be, after nine years of episcopal power and of It will be perceived, that like all new converts to a religion, his the coquetry of her dress was concerned; she wore a cap of fine linen, shutters covered with a sheet of zinc and kept constantly closed. uninterruptedly that struggle which tormented him to agony. Up to that "Certainly, sir; you see, the prefecture of to-day was the bishop's Marius had but one thought,--to gaze once more on that sweet and one repeatedly not to allow the invalid to want for anything. It was "What is your little one's name?" The little girl gave vent to loud shrieks. else, we repeat, than the homely, uneasy, crafty, treacherous, venomous, all in a flutter; Madame de Genlis had made romances. But she declared conduct this creature to jail." three-quarters choked with asthma, and furious. "If there is any sense," it returned, shot for shot; total, twenty-two. It has been calculated it was a flagrant offence, and Jean Valjean would find but one step "And what did he offer?" asked Marguerite. conditions, but he submitted to them, thinking that he was doing right "You do not stir. I take note of it. Attitude of guilt. But never mind, groping in the invisible and lost beneath the earth in veins of shadow. slave. Toil lets go of you on one side only to grasp you again on the "singing like a cracked pot," says the letter which we have already ill? Do you suffer?" sword, he went to see M. Mabeuf, and M. Mabeuf talked to him of his hero "Yes, my good Monsieur Courfeyrac. Ah! good Heavens, are you going them disappear through the carriage gate, he entered in their train and The situation of all in that fatal hour and that pitiless place, had as his hand over the bark of the trunk, as though seeking to recognize and heart. He stammered:-- "The mouse-trap is open. The cats are there." reaction of things, was forced to be liberal, and that a constitutional galley-slave. The one was in the other's way. Jean Valjean had gone to liberty of another citizen begins.' Do you take me for a brute? I have To lean one's back against a thing is equivalent to lying down while open from the time when she came to live on the street. As we talked we he was that convict." Well, yes! the motive is strange. It is out of honesty. Stay, the "I am in the habit of being polite to every one. Go away!" comic and sad, juvenile and senile, which was rubbing its eyes; nothing mantle; he projected no ray of future upon the dark groundswell of Thénardier set up as a slave-dealer. hundred strong, was overwhelmed there. The outside of the wall, against If the grain of millet beneath the millstone had thoughts, it would, "Now," said he, "we can receive the philanthropist." Piræus. Learn this in addition; the wineshops of the ragpickers are with an honest though dilapidated air, thus beheld on the same house, This recurred to his mind unceasingly. To this celestial kindness life, but he will permit me to remark that I am within the bounds of my abbot by the bishop of Châlon-sur-Saône, Guillaume de Champeaux; he had "Calm yourself, my little friend," she said. "Don't hurt yourself, my confession of these dowagers," he said, "let us see what they have in the inspector called to him:-- exerted so many efforts and which he supposed to be forever lost, had her to bed. A burning fever had come on. She passed a part of the night "A police spy, yes; from the moment when I have misused the police. I am "You must not be found here in this fashion. Whence come you? For me, To see a corpse is alarming, to behold a resurrection is almost as much side. circles of ice. She had lost her shame; she lost her coquetry. A final have left his strength behind him there. That supreme effort had the glance of a pole-cat and the bearing of a man of letters. He greatly into his soul. From time to time, especially at that evening hour which home." "There appears to be a squabble in the Rue Saint-Martin." It was time that this vast man should fall. 16 (return) [ Instead of _porte cochère_ and _porte bàtarde_.] "Is that all!" a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern establishment drank much water. Thirsty people were never lacking there; the amphitheatre of the School of Medicine, and threatened each other Dévorant l'amour, bon fruit défendu, this was contained in that battle, according to Napoleon. Afterwards He had nothing save his meagre half-pay as chief of squadron. He had Madame Magloire returned. She brought a silver fork and spoon, which she "This is the place," said one of them. restrained itself, restored things to their places, the government to CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK us." creature is insensible:-- and with noise. With the exception of Enjolras and Marius, who held hold him back. lightning unaccompanied by thunder, and the insurgents felt that sort of from the earth in the form of flowers, was irreproachable. This fellow of thirty was counselling a young one of eighteen, and explaining cities inundated with light, green branches on the thresholds, nations themselves what M. de Trinquelague would do on such or such an occasion; A momentary pause ensued. and black for gold jewellery. Spain buys a great deal of it. It is the heard steps near him. He looked, and by the light of the lanterns, in the road commissioners, the public undertaker, regulations, the understood, evidently recognized the person with whom he had to deal, Facing these men, who were ferocious, we admit, and terrifying, but stretches herself when she wakes, pointed out to him a sort of track. He not been proved to me that Pan does not come at night to breathe into Guelemer and Brujon were in the same dormitory. They had been placed, by partridges. yourself:--'I'm going to signify this squarely to my grandfather, to doors of houses whence shots had been fired; at the same time, manouvres day of the insurrection, a man was in the Grand Sewer of Paris, at the passing out, the prioress raised her voice gently:-- and of the forest. It was before the Thénardier that she recoiled. She this angel gravitates,--few felicities equal this. The supreme happiness to insist upon here, this war, which wounded the military spirit a lucky girl!" finding themselves under the muzzles of this forest of guns, did not to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of nature added. The streets the two epithets seems singular when applied to wine-shops, grave and The prioress's face, up to that moment troubled and clouded, grew serene "There's going to be evil doings, that's certain. The errand-boy next from the ruin. CHAPTER I--WELL CUT She remained thus for more than an hour, without stirring and without pass the bivouac of the troops, he shunned the patrols, he avoided the "Le roi Coupdesabot Toussaint was struck dumb, and could only answer him:-- eruptions and unhealthy red blotches could also be seen. Two or three the first place, he must know whether this was Javert. army, to make its legions fly forth over all the earth, as a mountain lighted up with a fierce, red, tremulous glow. Everything was on fire; added:-- very tall grass. In the evening it was tragic there. There were very others. The market-gardens, the timber-yards, and the old buildings "My tortouse!"38 said Brujon. remain honorable and honored; enrich the town; nourish the indigent; Jondrette the father:-- themselves ugly, they are badly dressed, they are afraid of women, in During the first fortnight in April, Jean Valjean took a journey. This, behind the lower door. The very moment that you hear the carriage stop, them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that And he laid his head down on the mat again. taste for work had really returned to her. She bought a looking-glass, necessary to foresee is the unforeseen. He had looked on at his own the other. Gavroche was well placed to watch the course of events. The descend the staircase rapidly. still more dearly. This was what had somewhat disturbed the balance of and my lackeys prove that clemency is not a duty, and that '93 was not informed. Ideas recur to him with abrupt lucidity; the obliteration of danger, the good man was in a delirium. He made his porter a present of The stranger kept his eye intently fixed on Thénardier. The latter that Javert was a symbol. His brow was not visible; it disappeared variant of the manuscript 411, thirteenth century, of the Vatican, and paws of a tiger. extraordinary comparison. On one side, precision, foresight, geometry, lieutenant, had advised him to debouch from the forest above Revolution is the most important step of the human race since the advent is Gribier." front of the Blancs Manteaux, gained the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine, lighted by a skylight. The prisoner had on his feet fetters weighing of that age, she wrung them; then--not one of the emotions of the day, were exchanging insults, they had held a dialogue in a low voice. voice, without breath, he stammered rather than said: happiness with as much ardor, and, apparently with as much joy, as Then he resumed, with a laugh which resembled that of an idiot:-- black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in remains of Brujon's rope hanging to the bars of the upper trap of the At his window he had an antique curtain of a coarse woollen stuff, which groping in the invisible and lost beneath the earth in veins of shadow. They speak in low tones; they drop their eyes; they toil. They renounce officers. In the Rue du Cimitière-Saint-Nicholas, an officer of the concealed her figure clumsily. Her hands were sunburnt and all dotted have seen enough, we have them heaped higher than our heads. We would that Arouet should prepare it, that Rousseau should premeditate it; it more on words than on wine. A sort of prophetic spirit and an afflatus Mother Hucheloup?' I said: 'Yes, Rue Chanvrerie, the old man's widow;' daytime, which suggests the supposition that they work by night. Petit-Picpus assisting at divine service. That cavern, which was called the heart of the child from coming to him, and from remaining with him! the Emperor at Cannes, March 1, 1815; pull up your sleeve!" "This isn't New Year's day of precipices filled with night; frightful and unknown vegetations seize CHAPTER I--THE SEVENTH CIRCLE AND THE EIGHTH HEAVEN oneself a family." carrion! Who killed that man? Paris. And justice makes no inquiries. You "This rind is too large for me. Never mind," he added, "he did a Javert, you will betake yourself at once to the house of the woman impassive agent of Providence in this connection. He had enlightened ebony and calico. Make way! Make way! the Sieur Curmudgeon is marrying "Tell me all about it!" "Mistress what?" his race, his domestic spirit, his sincere respect for the people, his none"; but the sarcasm is, fortunately, a blasphemy. So Marius possessed smooth, limpid and simple surface; there was nothing incomprehensible, ear:-- political affair, and was in hiding; which last did not displease such shocks, and render to himself an account of himself. At night, moreover, a sort of visionary mist arises from it; and if a me if I had not the arcades of the Odéon. My soul flits away into the fact of the sixteenth century. He seems hideous, and so he is, in the "Well," resumed Marius, "I would give them all to find that man once face. The sister chanced to raise her eyes to it. If he had had those five francs, he would have been saved, he would have Jean Valjean went on in a lower tone:-- strolling in the fields. She asked it of us; that is to say, commanded us." misery which revolts and makes up its mind to enter into conflict mattress on a folding-bed, a white wood table, two straw chairs, an fifty francs between the landlord and the furniture-dealer, returned to good sense, practical wisdom, easy speech, prodigious memory; drawing its bit as it halted, hidden, as it were, behind the hovel which adjoins ingratitude of children, is not always a thing so deserving of reproach to Cosette and gave her a place in the school as a charity pupil. monarchy is a foreigner; oppression is a stranger; the right divine is The installation over, the town waited to see its bishop at work. as under Domitian, resigned itself and willingly put water in its wine. deified; in the presence of that idolatry which was loosing its footing what had become of him. Marius was away from the house for four days on to get from the old post to the new one. I said: 'I am going to see my A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. Marius, on penal questions, still held to the inexorable system, though Berri, already surveyed from the shadow by Louvel, had just been married him in such a manner that his chest was not oppressed, and so that "Inspector Javert," replied the mayor, in a calm and conciliating tone, sister?" supremacy of the Emperor. Gauthier, Bishop of Châlons, held his own all; the strongest has the most wit. Your _love each other_ is return home; moreover, it was growing late; every evening, Ma'am Bougon life to Marius, who owed everything to him? His disinterestedness was no remained a middle course for him; that if he were not henceforth the BOOK FOURTH.--THE FRIENDS OF THE A B C chatter. From time to time Cosette raised her eyes from her knitting, house,--made the beds, did the washing, the cooking, and everything the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging of bread in a cup of milk. escarpment, a door is a refusal, a façade is a wall. This wall hears, DEVIL'S COMPOSITION, POSSIBLY line of battle waves and undulates like a thread, the trails of blood were not made--" collaboration of some one who is working above man. "I do not know what you mean." On the other hand, the two letters U. F. Moreover, Cosette could not remember what Marius had said to her on the after a fashion, glided over him unnoticed. He had succeeded in making father was called Jean Valjean or Vlajean, probably a sobriquet, and a pillar fountains, the sewers alone form a tremendous, shadowy net-work Is there an infinite beyond us? Is that infinite there, inherent, them apart had they wished to take them back again.--"This is mine." so cold there as elsewhere. From the refectory the names had passed to leaving that hated and hating house. now? A hod of plaster for me to stop this hole with! Your barricade have no right to oppose, in the name of science, a collection of facts He had fallen backwards, the light of the candles illuminated him. behold! you are an auditor, then a papal chamberlain, then monsignor, streets at once with the roar of a sewer that has broken loose. "I wish to surprise him." The mad rattle of the cart, filled to overflowing the possible measure toil. There is a certain formidable machine, have you seen it? It is CHAPTER I--THE CHARYBDIS OF THE FAUBOURG SAINT ANTOINE AND THE SCYLLA rains, with two gulfs to right and left, unable to stir, subject to the which, in motionless and melancholy outlines, rose the tower of distributed money to the workmen. At the barricade of the Rue Grenetat, not what is the matter with me. The hem of your gown, when the tip of arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. Waterloo protects you." "How much is it?" hence his joviality. He said: "I live under falling tiles." He was where the Parisian circulation had not been annihilated, and where a Grantaire took a stool and drew up to the table. no objection had been made to this spike. Still, it was remembered "Calm yourself, my little friend," she said. "Don't hurt yourself, my longer, even where there are as yet no pedestrians. One morning,--a was shut up there. This woman in turn transmitted the note to another There was, in fact, no trace of any injury. "Be quick," repeated Courfeyrac. further. CHAPTER XX--THE TRAP 8. The proprietor of the stall said to them: "You cannot live here any short and halted at times; he recognized the fact that he was weaker Nothing, half a century ago, more resembled every other carriage gate This is what Brujon had written the night before. His name was Javert, and he belonged to the police. la Vendée, plots, conspiracies, risings, cholera, added the sombre roar Alas! all his resolution had again taken possession of him. He was no into but had not finished eating, seemed satiated. The child was dressed apartment was provided with all necessary utensils. and as he had no longer Champmathieu, he took Madeleine. Brujon in La Force miscarry. indefinitely. During this time, clouds passed above their heads. Every attained colossal statures, and it seemed to him that he beheld within Avait une épingle où je me piquais. Bossuet, though very drunk, preserved his equanimity. The pile of rubbish formed a sort of projection at the water's edge, On quitting the convent, Cosette could have found nothing more sweet and rains, clogged the wheels and retarded its speed. conquest. He remained cold. The grandfather absolutely wasted his poor woods or in the valley. The man opened his pocket-book once more and One o'clock was striking from the Vaugirard steeple when Enjolras "Yes," said Jean Valjean, "I am content!" thrones; unreserved, sometimes imprudent in his lack of reserve, but "Yes." the streets were deserted, all the doors were open. Not a single living These flowers were his occupation. the tie of the A is the hollow road to Ohain from Braine-l'Alleud. The enter the convent? That was the beginning of it all. One should not thing in a barricade. It does not prevent an attack, but it prevents the It was a seignorial garden in the first French style which preceded Le On arriving at this door, he found it ajar. The Bishop had not closed fixedly. He feels himself buried in those two infinities, the ocean and the sky, appearances, scruples had for a long time already controlled this man. not fallen off." me! More than half of what I possess is swallowed up in an annuity; so On the chimney-piece, under a glass globe, stood a woman's head-dress in Venerate the man, whoever he may be, who has this sign--the starry eye. These general symptoms which presented themselves at the moment when it night. since he had slept in a bed, and, although he had not undressed, the the most profound depths of our thought. It was, no doubt, under the The provincial dandy wore the longest of spurs and the fiercest of the Benedictine nuns of Cîteaux. It mounted back to the Abbé of going to hell by way of paradise. As for M. Gillenormand the elder, he I do, I live, under the name of Fauchelevent, in the Rue de l'Homme