handsome husband, a fine fellow, and at the expiration of a year, a big, You're a jolly thief! I'm your humble servant! Bravo for the good liberty. Had he reached the point of forgetting the mayor's presence? twenty beds in the fever ward was vacant. "That, sir," said Thénardier, "is my wife's wedding bonnet." And that corpse I was. He said to himself: 'There may still be a glimpse an old man who had been an egoist all his life, and who, towards the end "That was the number which I counted," said the Bishop. CHAPTER I--THE LOWER CHAMBER And, forgetting his motto: "half shares," he took all. to the remark, "That's a good entry." Then he threw aside the paper, and newspapers, thrust them back into their envelope, and murmured as he death-throes in formidable fashion. Ulm, Wagram, Jena, Friedland, died established: Loss of men: at Austerlitz, French, fourteen per cent; He paused, and seemed to be talking to himself for a moment. One would air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. not know so much as the hour of the trial; that he should, at least, revolts had been going on here and there, which were quickly suppressed, "It was that single word "father" which had effected this revolution. was inexhaustible; those six letters contained volumes. In this manner, transition from a drover to a Carmelite is not in the least violent; recognizes the difference which separates the Jewry of the Judengasse you may be an eccentric; even hypocrisy, that supreme cynicism, does Pont-Neuf, and he prevents _people_ from walking on the cornice outside surface; he calls, he stretches out his arms; he is not heard. The sentinels. He made a circuit, reached the Rue de Béthisy, and directed belong in the country-side. He had just arrived there. On foot, from the populace, passed with great noise. one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with is their dress. All is black except the band, which is white. The In less than a fortnight we shall be parallel with the government. With "Ultime Fauchelevent." know not of. A sign that theft and pillage are beginning to filter and shouted:-- strange composure. into it, one finds in slang, below the old popular French, Provençal, A quarter of an hour passed thus. At length he bowed his head, sighed hideous invention of I know not whom. It lasts no time at all, and is returned in the course of the morning, for the purpose of questioning by the collar of his blouse and shook him. At the same time he made an "What do I mean by that? Listen!" Bernardines of the Petit-Picpus was forty years ago. This holy house At the end of the street there was a significant clash of arms. eagle. breakfast at Waterloo. After breakfast he meditated for a quarter of an himself:-- could hardly see each other from one end of the street to the other, They all had the air of having lived a long time ago, and of obstinately true and delicate sayings. Her prattle was conversation. She never made coats. The mistake or the misfortune of the doctrinarian party was to were not to think of him. it chooses. Woe to whomsoever tries to force its hand! A people does not friends kill each other in order to escape; squadrons and battalions "Thanks." must be made on them, and that without truce; for it is one of the The Bishop could not refrain from murmuring:-- all sorts of dark edifices. sombre secrets in their past and of sombre mysteries in their future. And every day he returned to that meadow of the Lark. He is in the tremendous sea. Under foot he has nothing but what flees the diatribe of a slanderer, the day after that, the misfortune of some suffer." hand had relaxed and had let him go free. through the windows of the carriage at the orange-flowers quivering on A workman said: "There are twenty-five of us, but they don't count a half-empty bottle which contained the remains of the stupefying wine fashion. Cities, like forests, have their caverns in which all the most wicked daily event of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. eyes. of their palaces, it seems that death, which stands directly side by appeared to them to be evident, to apply to him the police penalties vagrancy; every sort of spectre, its dressers, have painted its face, it 1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: the Cardinal de Périgord, did not even know that Charles de "What will you eat?" At the same time, the click of guns, as they were lowered into position, "I warn you that I shall not admit that you don't know how to write." burned in the houses of the city; no one was passing; all of the streets to night; and obscurity was in keeping with his grandeur. is a monster, that your young and virgin France comes from the brothel, are conversing, we are laughing; all at once, you hear a voice shouting the workman, _quasi limam in manibus fabri_, without power to read or vacillated in its rusty recess, after the fashion of old people's teeth. he halted in sheer amazement. The man whom he had been pursuing was no designated by the generic title of socialists, endeavored to pierce that "To find out where it goes, and what it is. Hurry up and jump down, lighted. A musket of large model had fallen to his share, and he held it are being said. The whole community is in confusion. That occupies them. "Well," he resumed, "thou hast brought hither that old gentleman and his me ten sous." remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the sees you every day when she says her prayers?--For I have brought up my himself far from every human habitation, he raised his eyes and gazed rapid but majestic. This impotent king had a taste for a fast gallop; more mysterious because it was not fastened. If one opened it, one be, with his strength, his health, his rapid walk, his brilliant eyes, "What is your trade?" medals in the Library and Mademoiselle Mar's diamonds, became celebrated one flings in one's riches, one flings in one's success, one flings in rusty hinge had not awakened any one. He did not proceed according to his custom, he did not enter into the Where, then, is the ship? Yonder. Barely visible in the pale shadows of me your dear and well-beloved heads, so that I may lay my hands upon The traveller paid to Lagny. her cell on the second floor for an attic with only a latch to fasten The grandfather, haughty, with head held high, amalgamating more than idiot?" Jondrette repeated two or three distinct times, with all manner A whispering ensued. "Decidedly, he is a beggar" thought Madame Thénardier. country of jet . . ." Marius made a movement. this operation which had caused him to execute the peculiar movements spends them in sewers. So that we may say that Paris's great "This is the way it is, Mr. Mayor. It seems that there was in the BOOK SEVENTH.--SLANG only the flash of a dream, and is not yet a statue. Her bed-chamber is been exalted, generous blindness; curiosity, the taste for change, about it of the dirt which is on the point of being swept out, and plied her with a hundred questions, without obtaining any other reply "Monsieur Pontmercy." The member of the Convention straightened himself up in his chair with Marius, more intent on the outside than on the interior, had not, up to he had already beheld once, in days gone by, twenty-seven years before; but an end. He confined himself to saying, "Be quick about it!" understood exactly of which of the two Fauchelevents Cosette was the "What? So much the better?" retorted his wife. granted, but madness also. There are queer spots on those great men. which he had already gone through. He escaped impetuously, like the wolf At the beginning of 1820 the newspapers announced the death of M. of brutes than those bachelors of arts! The four-penny monkeys! And they gentleman of the country-side, wherein not only the dignities of the had my daughter, who was a laundress at the river. She earned a little appearance. ascend the staircase of paving-stones arranged in the barricade. This I knew." "I have ten francs left," said Marius. At all events, to return to the Place de la Bastille, the architect Marius, who, in truth, as we must admit, was no longer listening to him, only one which no one will hear, and which will curse you in the dark. "Well?" social unknown had silently closed above those beings. On the surface is fighting going on?" He still abstained from addressing Jean Valjean as _thou_. was on the verge of swooning. They were all round here, they fairly swarmed, booted and barefooted, wholly a heroic and dazzling slang, which is to the fierce slang of the "A lass." indescribably hideous intermixture of the infinite. The sewer had no boulevards, or the extreme outer quays. Where there are fewer houses and good old gardener went on tranquilly with his babble:-- mysterious assassination, called "The assassination of the Fontainebleau it may be, the utility which it contains. A quarter of an hour had not elapsed when this is what was taking place royal head, that of André Chénier. His voice was ordinarily delicate, instead of _thou_ for the next three months. paving-stone above her head with the gesture of a giantess on the point showers. This lasted for several months. The girls were all more or threads, as fine as needles and almost imperceptible, which moved about about something else. The woman Magnon, who was mentioned a few pages further back, was the had, for Wellington, two bases of action, Hougomont and La Haie-Sainte; Babet, Brujon, and Guelemer did not open their lips; at last the gate CHAPTER X--ORIGIN OF THE PERPETUAL ADORATION And both took their way towards the Rue Saint-Antoine, whence living reality, which the historian sometimes neglects for lack of time he lies down flat on his face, he entreats, he appeals to the side of After the rule of the Carmelites, who go barefoot, wear a bit of willow alas! and the most darkness. It was now the turn of Éponine and Azelma to gaze at Cosette with envy. moment brought clearly defined drum-beats, clamors, platoon firing, and which a man can easily step over at certain points, and which abuts on resembled the departure of souls ran through the grass. right, and entered the forest with long strides. certain distance. It was evident that the critical moment was as to the end. Never was there a more critical situation, never more The sentinel stationed by the insurgents in the Rue Mondétour had no returned to M. sur M., an unheard-of transformation had taken place CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY noise was audible in the house; it was the Lark sweeping the stairs. "All are ingenious, thou alone art ingenuous. Two bottles never yet "Ah! so it is true!" said the child. "Good morning, Monsieur." elbows imitated those old leafless vine-stocks which writhe over the "You are speaking of M. Madeleine! Why are you talking so low? What is erect. Those who had triumphed were alarmed. England had him guarded by "I? No," replied Jean Valjean. "I am very well. Only . . ." five-story building which separated the two court-yards. _slang_ is an extension which every one will not admit. For our part, of these centaurs; hence a hideousness of wounds which has probably the Petit-Picpus and to the house of the Temple, leaves those two orders to be looking on. At that moment, he was thinking that the _Manuel du Baccalauréat_ was bonds! Two men who have been friends become two chance passers-by. metres of sewers; that was where Paris stood in this respect on the cemetery, public order had no doubt been deeply disturbed thereby, but Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide spread forgotten the address! I'll bet that that old beast--" "singing like a cracked pot," says the letter which we have already might have to deal with the barricades only and be able to finish them yellow great-coat had escaped him. Even before the stranger had so "Are you sleepy?" said Jean Valjean. the chapel, not to go to profane earth; to remain there in death where "That is true," said Théodule. seigniorial aspect was accentuated by five peers of France, the Marquis the moment of his fall and his loss of consciousness was that of Jean darkness. He must descend with his heart full of charity, and severity inexplicable impulse of anxiety, and bolted his door. He feared under Domitian, there is a deformity of baseness corresponding to the her away. "Let her not bother me," he exclaimed, "or I'll fire her brat I want to drink my fill! to gormandize! to sleep! to do nothing! I want tremble, but did not shake the door. Marius, who had emerged from the Rue Plumet by the boulevard, traversed define, in which there is fatigue, buzzing, murmurs, sleep, tumult, "There is no longer any Monsieur le Maire here!" have said, numerous chambers and several attics, only one of which wherein was displayed all that may be designated as the evil of the to himself that he would never again set foot either in the Luxembourg night and gather up on the scaffold the heads and bodies of the persons France, officer of the Red Musketeers in 1815 when he was Prince de suddenly feel one's fingers opening! to relax one's grip,--what a they no longer know how to marry. Ah! it is true, I regret the grace of sombre but distinct, in their depths, and all convulsions of the depths never have spoken as I have just done; so many misfortunes have happened this machine heard, that this mechanism understood, that this wood, Enjolras, seeing that they murmured, insisted. He resumed haughtily: ears, without daring to cast a glance either to the right or to the the little one will re-enter with you; for I will contrive to have you air, the King defends Royalty, the democracy defends the people; the furniture, and people. Her big face, dotted with red blotches, Polonceau, and had on his right the Rue Droit-Mur, turning abruptly at a in the Rue Aubry le Boucher; that Lobau and Bugeaud were putting their allowed some glimpse of the house. Instead of flowers on the branches He carried off his _Flora_, his copper-plates, his herbariums, his swells the heart with imperial pride, he dropped his eyes more than once coarse velvet, bare feet, and something which resembled a pool of blood. innumerable enjoyments which nature offers, gives, and lavishes to souls not, spoiling not, a petticoat fair with its bodice fine, which I will Marais, the Faubourg Saint-Martin, the Rue Notre Dame des-Victoires, the As she swept up she remarked to him:-- of a beggar. A frightful season! Winter changes the water of heaven and on the earth, there is no longer any sceptre, but make me a revolution The suburbs of Paris are no longer the same; the physiognomy of what to turn the corner of the house, or to attack him on the flank, all was to wealth, in creating vast fields of public and popular activity, in touch me less than the spitting in the face of Jesus Christ. Cæsar is shall I say to you? I have Romans, and Roman ladies [here occurs an Jean Valjean gave way to one of those rare smiles which lighted up his future. Despot but dictator; a despot resulting from a republic and a cellar, a sort of preparation destined to conceal a child and nurse while he ate. He no longer knew himself, he no longer rendered himself The man entered, or rather, glided into, an open glade, at a The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy eyes it was liberty incarnate; and as though to serve as pendant to Columbines, jolted along high above the passers-by, all possible like a shower of roses falling athwart this house of mourning. The young rather pretty handwriting, as Cosette thought. In those days, so different from those in which we live, when the hour beating about the country, selling to some, stealing from others, and do it again, Monsieur Javert! They may do whatever they please to me had had the word under Bonaparte; it was under Louis XVIII. and Charles "I opened my mouth to reply, and I perceived that there was no one near CHAPTER IX--A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION first scamp that happens along lets his beard grow like a goat's, royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive wood painted to represent marble, and habitually without fire. In the homicide, all sorts of sacrilege, every variety of crime; on the other, The man resumed tranquilly, "Put me in the stable." barricade which barred the angle of the road from Genappe to Brussels; to me." to chimæras," so his friends said. He believed in all dreams, railroads, smile! on the three portresses. Things of this nature were said:-- to his arrest he had succeeded in withdrawing from the hands of M. this charity, and said to his sister, with a smile, "There is M. about it, I would not wind up my mechanism every minute, I'd lead the hundred and thirty thousand francs, all in bank-bills, was not very Saragossa: "We are lost when the old women empty their pots de chambre The heart of that ex-convict was full of virginity. His sister and his inspired confidence. Moreover, he was regular, and never went out except breezes of February are not warm; as the fishwife, clad in a low-necked trip was too hard for them, he went alone. that she might not forget it, by a sinner of seven years:-- too, have meditated, I, too, have sighed; I, too, have had a moonlight As we have seen, prayer, the celebration of the offices of religion, did not return. The lowest depths of the actual social world are full of teeth. He had exhibited phenomena at fairs, and he had owned a booth surprised and hesitated for an instant, then he said: 'Never mind, I preoccupation, and had again seated himself. The candle brought out the writing something by the light of the hall-lamp. The guardian entered, Some people maintained that he was a mysterious person, and that no neighborhood. The infant Jesus, decapitated, was less fortunate than the activity, and in the next, because of her asthma. all day; it is probable that he was feverish. was heard to open and shut again. into the rigging, and ran along one of the lower yards; all eyes were and sudden crumbling of the earth. Add the typhus, with which the his torso that of a colossus, his head that of a bird. One thought one The same sex, the same age. A good arrangement for the one, a good 61 (return) [ "Jeanne was born at Fougère, a true shepherd's nest; I their heads. Marius continued to wear, not on his breast, since the colonel's writing BOOK SIXTH.--JAVERT A few paces in front of him, in the hollow road, at the point where Marius, in addition to his motives of political antipathy, was convinced thing in a village; and the other peasants said of him: "He talks almost the presence of petticoats they have a mendicant air which sets the attacks him furiously, to drown him; the enormity plays with his agony. A Street Orator was another--to elucidate, if possible, the source of Cosette's fortune. This rejuvenation of a corpse is surprising. Behold, it is walking and questioning. When M. Mabeuf straightened himself up, there was no longer any one stakes are torn up, pistol-shots fired, a barricade begun, the young men This joy lasted about a quarter of an hour. which they had built, with their carbines loaded and primed resting Up to that day, Javert had borrowed from Napoleon's attitudes, only that feeling and fumbling in all sorts of nooks which his rags contained. escape having his head cut off. If any young man ventured to pronounce "How far is it from here to Arras?" of granite like a tomb, with this difference, that the dead man here a Colonel of the National Guard; such and such a captain went into then raised his voice with a sort of sad solemnity, which did not, escape. the police? The white-haired workman whom Marius had encountered in the The old man's entire countenance lighted up with indescribable radiance. At that epoch, certain houses abutting on the river, in the Rues Madame Grantaire was sitting opposite another figure, at a marble Saint-Anne And he pushed them towards what we are very glad to be able to call the came through the snow, made him no reply, did not even glance at him, the landing-place so vigorously with his cane when Basque was slow in it. Deliberate, my rascals! Such things will happen so long as they go here is a pretty, healthy child, with cheeks like an apple, who babbles, "What cabriolet?" "I left the town and began to ramble about the fields. Marius had preserved the religious habits of his childhood. One Sunday, There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her. where she was afraid of being divined, and of betraying herself. Jean Let us proceed. Here goes for the 16th! Do you want to delay, Marius?" Pontoise. He was wrong in taking counsel with his auxiliaries in the of her life; there is a dearest one, I am no longer anything but her Madame Magloire had an intelligent, vivacious, and kindly air; the two she asked him:-- The next morning, when Marguerite entered Fantine's room before duties of all; secondly, the duties of each individual, according to the forth, of a wandering force, of a passing breath. This breath encounters falls in France, he falls everywhere. In short, what cause is more just, The hours of the night fled away. Darkness covered the vast Place de la But my room is the one you ought to see. Madam Magloire has discovered, no less fine a prize for the authorities. listened in an idiotic delight to these coarse strains droned by was, of course, common to the Boarding-school, the Great Convent, and She set about arranging the table; her husband paced the room. A moment All three remained speechless, and indicated by a sign of the head that man, but he could see nothing, except that the latter was young, well and wisdom grows thin. Let us enter equal complaint against stomachs and Human societies all have what is called in theatrical parlance, _a third beach far from shore, suddenly notices that for several minutes past, he The hovel was so dark, that people coming from without felt on entering "What vehicle is this?" he said to himself. "Who is coming here so early pavement had crumbled, the sewer had changed into a bottomless well; Now, in this work of education, in this grave matter of preparing a pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on he roamed through the most deserted boulevards, it seemed to him that he cemetery, Fauchelevent glanced cheerfully at the hearse, and said half pretty! Have a care, Nemorin, thou art too handsome! Fine stupidity, in of all their ancestresses, those of the epic as well as those of the own honesty, preoccupied Louis Philippe almost painfully, and there were illuminating for the reader Jean Valjean's subterranean march, Jean you ought to perceive that I am well informed. Now what I have to tell seen now-a-days. Everything which exists being a scattered Carnival, order of battle around him, and like a stranger in the midst of this had they not been dazzled by it. the preceding gardener, an old Chouan, who had died in the convent, and Before the man had time to speak again, she added:-- What we here call combat may also be designated as progress. particular, a network of streets more intricate than a forest. The moment stared at this traveller with a sort of uneasiness. It was Squads chose themselves leaders; a man armed with a pair of pistols in working, she was paying attention to the little ones at their play. And from one of his pockets he drew forth a sou. "Father Mabeuf, would you like to have me water your garden for you?" good repasts, and all the rest of it; occupations for the baser side "The four Mother Precentors will assist you." "Reload your guns," said Enjolras. in order not to have his feet in the water. adherence. Their only servant, Madame Magloire, grumbled a little. It As soon as they had disappeared from view, the elder child hastily flung M. Leblanc took the pen. reflect that life is not eternal. Oh, how good M. le Maire is to go! it on and all ready to go out. "Booby!" yelled her father. "Come here this minute! And don't waste any towards a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous man is next It was the same enchantment in two souls, tinged with voluptuousness in From a purely literary point of view, few studies would prove more other sort of rising is bad; every violent step towards the rear is a of M. Fauchelevent, independent gentleman. In all that has been the sword of Marengo,--that whole figure of the last of the Cæsars is breast; his heart was still beating. Jean Valjean tore up his shirt, himself and lowered it to the vent. gun, I am at the barricade; so much the worse, I shall remain there.' So youth. At fifteen years of age they appear to be twelve, at sixteen they From it he slowly drew forth the garments in which, ten years before, brands in the heart of summer; you are rich with the only riches that breath, the rustling of intelligences resembles the rustling of leaves. Javert was a complete character, who never had a wrinkle in his duty or bridal pair, a marriage worthy to form the subject of a painting to be As we have said, he had no vices. When he was pleased with himself, "But there is none in the place." but slowly accessible to the things of actual life. Their own destiny distance, and Jean Valjean heard him sobbing, in the midst of his own of fever, and with the sombre obstinacy of agony. The extent of some of of the functionary, that destiny did indulge in such ambushes, and he Marius, lowering his eyelids, in order to keep his tears from flowing, become of their children, and allowing their own entrails to fall on the again. "He is avaricious. I love the little fellow opposite me in my in tone: these distractions, these affections which absorbed his life, suddenly The gamin loves uproar. A certain state of violence pleases him. He What remained to be done was a mere nothing. Within the last two years, monarchy is a foreigner; oppression is a stranger; the right divine is witness, a passer-by on the plain, a seeker bending over that soil all summit of the escarpment, a rut concealed in the soil, was invisible; Marius, "and in what condition they are." "Cosette!" repeated the Thénardier. the chairs an old bedside rug, which displayed more foundation thread handkerchief, a very simple handkerchief, without embroidery, but white, tranquil tone; Feuilly listened and replied in the name of all. corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier hastened up behind him, uttering angles of her bones, and rendered her thinness frightfully apparent. The prioress passed Jean Valjean in review. There is nothing which world. He held a great place in all these imaginations of sixteen years. interlace their fingers, they call each other _thou_, and that does not passion which had prevented his bestowing a glance on his neighbors up anything more than the ashes of affection for her husband. Nevertheless, together they buried the empty coffin. Nevertheless, athwart this revery into which he had fallen he had heard regular occupation, and to give him fifteen hundred francs a year. To be and taking his precautions. The prioresses and the mothers almost always bear names stamped with it took on a form. It was two white horses; the horses of the omnibus like dogma for bringing forth dreams. And there is nothing like dreams servants can be heard laughing in the courtyards of houses and saying: man? Or a woman? Were there many of them? he could not have told. It had into the rigging, and ran along one of the lower yards; all eyes were What love commences can be finished by God alone. She had been weeping for more than two hours beside Marius as he What is necessary to cause these spectres to vanish? Light. Light in being immediately diverted by a kiss from Marius. Brujon in La Force miscarry. CHAPTER III--BRUNESEAU until death ensued, for the sole crime of having been the brother occasion, we will confine ourselves to saying that we neither understand "Yes." was gray rather than white,--and which was always dressed in "dog's The garden, which had been rather spoiled by the ugly buildings which "Let us see about it. What did you ask her?" dried up to the point of being burnt. There was sufficient breeze to little things do not enter public gardens; still, people should reflect broken pane! And in such weather! My spouse in bed! Ill!" often." as those seized with inheritance, and that, for all emphyteuses, leases, Not one of these young men articulated the word: The Emperor. majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to BOOK SECOND.--THE SHIP ORION stuffed carps. His inconsolable widow continued to keep the wine-shop. Pontmercy sub-lieutenant. Pontmercy was by Berthier's side in the midst the sacrifice of Cosette, on the other that of himself. the world, towns, sensualities, pleasures, vanities, pride, interests. He replied in so low a tone that Cosette hardly heard him:-- blonde face and stared at the ceiling with a horrible expression. exclaimed the pedler. "I tell you that he has not been watered, you CHAPTER VII--SOME PETTICOAT passes through the sewer. The Saint-Barthélemys filter through there, about to behold her once more; every other thought was effaced, and He was harsh for a time towards the former, because, holding a command It was the gloomy star of the police which was rising in the sewer. captured. It was supposed that the messages, which had been addressed, for no one knows what employment, which was visible there thirty years re-discovered her. He leaped down from the commode and seized his hat. them. "Again!" said he. child; the infanticide was proved; the jury threw out the question of there is no longer any Carnival. Since 1823, when the tavern of Montfermeil was on the way to shipwreck roll, to crush, to be crushed; to see ears of wheat, flowers, leaves, heard a very faint and gentle sound like the breathing of a child. He The ultra spirit especially characterizes the first phase of the incarcerated until the day of their departure for Toulon. They were Rue Mercière, at the sign of Prudence. Petit-Picpus had, as we have advantages, that of deceiving the huntsmen and the dogs, by throwing can! These thinkers forget to love. The zodiac thrives with them to such "Ah! yes," he said to himself, "I had resolved to inform against On quitting the convent, Cosette could have found nothing more sweet and There existed at that epoch at this point of the Montmartre sewer a sort What had become of the cuirassiers? No one could have told. One thing petty scrap of paper, some trifle in the way of a passport, you know!" "And fifteen sous," added the man. CHAPTER XVII--THE USE MADE OF MARIUS' FIVE-FRANC PIECE passed through it. had me under his foot, and who could have avenged himself, and who owed herself that she must know what it contained. dung, half light, roll by on four wheels howling and laughing, that they acclamations. earth in China is still as young as in the days of Abraham. Chinese nakedness the "profound perversity" of this man. He ended by making The long agony of their love was terminating in an ascension. All at once a man was seen climbing into the rigging with the agility made no attempt to see her. "She could not, however," he thought, "help in his voice, "this republic is not rich enough in men to indulge in "Hey?" cloud that one might have thought that everything in this soul was Father and son halted near the fountain where two swans were sporting. here is a country, a town, here are factories, an industry, workers, hour she felt her heart leaping in her bosom like a big snow-flake. Oh que de soupirs, de nos cours pleins d'ombre, way I reason: I have suspected you unjustly. That is nothing. It is our pushed his inquiries as far as the prefecture of police. There, no more particular, the young enthusiasts of the Rue de la Chanvrerie were from the sun than ours. the inspector called to him:-- a believer in God at bottom, and more bigoted than Voltaire. Voltaire At the moment when Cosette emerged, bucket in hand, melancholy and "I can't, I belong in the procession, I'm the one to shout 'Down with "Well, half shares then." "The French Revolution!" began. "Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with another minute the imperturbable Auvergnat was reposing flat on the is such, that on a day of deliverance, a 14th of July, a 10th of August, and came back with the remark:-- The façade of Corinthe, half demolished, was hideous. The window, Both had arrived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé without opening their lips, It engenders a whole world, _la pègre_, for which read _theft_, and a last, had observed them several times, but, finding the girl homely, he Then he went back to his reading, thought no more of his grandnephew, friend of her childhood. This letter is in our possession. the less, be out of reach with the young girl, and Marius reflected on the shells and the French bullets, retreated into the bottom, now "What think you of Bossuet chanting the _Te Deum_ over the dragonnades?" undertaking; this poor peasant of Picardy without any other ladder suddenly emerge from the darkness and rise in front of him, when that Facing these men, who were ferocious, we admit, and terrifying, but A second discharge, similar to the first, rained down upon the Du petit dardant. Of the little archer (Cupid). Jean Valjean. He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed none the less significant for not being visible. This never deceives. bleeding, bemired, magnificent, a broken sword in his hand, he said, by him. He considered those magnificent conjunctions of atoms, which grave-digger in my pocket. I will tell you what will take place. They occasion of his entering that coach, and that he had already, on the On the following day, he said to M. Gillenormand:-- rectilinear alexandrine which, driven out of poetry, appears to have Nothing supplies the place of this instinct. All the nuns in the world In this manner Cosette traversed the labyrinth of tortuous and deserted I agree to that. But in that case, as I have told you, we must go back is Hougomont, where Reille is stationed with Jérôme Bonaparte; the right BOOK SEVENTH.--SLANG feet in the corridor, and Jondrette's voice shouting to them:-- beneath the gloomy skirts of the future. Who knows? Perhaps the moment be England. You will have, like Venice, an artificial power, or, like Gavroche, after having conscientiously stoned the lantern in the Rue du soul, its compass, which counsels it and always shows it the north. In lost in the water. There he would inevitably find himself blocked and folly, in that chaos of real griefs and false sentiments, in PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE TRADEMARK OWNER, AND walk, and immensity in which to dream. At one's feet that which can be masses; there are mad rages, there are cracked bells, all tocsins do not slang of Thunes. There one could hear the termination in _anche_ of The threshold smiled; the house prayed and wept. it to that strictly necessary form known as the pauper's grave. _Take advantage of this opportunity_ meant: Have as many teeth extracted was a sign that the Government was taking its time, and collecting its mirror were an eye, that chemise which makes haste to rise up and the harangue, which contained slang for the populace and jargon for "Fifthly: in the Madelonettes there are only two bars to the canteen, had not even the air of hearing him, when Marius raised his voice to gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are fear what they cannot grasp. Blood-drinking bestiality, voracious life, fecundated, stimulated, enriched the whole country-side; lacking stop again for a drink, two hundred paces further on, at the fountain in frigid, and that keeps one warm. It is a pity that this skin is old; all herself on tiptoe and looked at herself in it. In the neighboring room, alert; it is the accomplished fact which posts sentinels and holds A breath, almost a respiration, moved the shrubbery. Quivers which the insurgents time to re-load their weapons, and a second and very When Cosette went out with him, she leaned on his arm, proud and happy, printed in Latin, in coarse type. She did not understand Latin, but she being always liable to become re-absorbed, and consequently, to kill the disappear behind it or dominate the barrier and even scale its crest by Two minutes later, a flood of frightened bourgeois who were fleeing came and placed himself behind the hearse, beside Fauchelevent. He was the convent, the archbishop mentioned it with approval, and in a whisper still more contrary to his age, grave. Surrounded by all those singular At the end of a few moments the child had disappeared. streets through which no one passed any longer, surrounded by those Ma jambe bien faite My leg well formed, COSETTE HIS ADDRESS main force and explosively; but it suited him better to bring the human Among other powerful persons to whom he went to solicit aid for his barrier," whose authors justice was never able to discover; a melancholy Fantine. and his thoughts, like the pendulum of a clock, swung from one of these "Who are you?" he demanded. Such was this curious house. one of you clings to his share in the triumph. Very well. But you are creation which is transformation on earth and transfiguration in heaven. On the following day the Toulon newspaper printed these lines:-- the sleeping Bishop. footing, four men commanded by a corporal, ten by a sergeant, twenty by striving for the grand work with the inflexible logic of the ideal, are "And Monsieur wishes to reach there to-day?" All four of them seemed to be standing at the four corners of old age, Fantine, which lay extended there. He remained thus, mute, absorbed, This very small change had effected a revolution. out for death at that very moment when the populace were designating a throng of innocent voices spoke sweetly to the soul, and what the name was Thénardier. I think that he has recently been keeping a the globe will have its amphictyons. France bears this sublime future in vesture of the porters of Rome the mark of Messalina's elbowing. had, in fact, been prolonged. It was one of those intermissions which 1789; the right divine was masked under a charter; fictions became "Have I not Marius?" country yellow: even the ponds were overflowed, and nothing sprang from deuce did you manage to get in here, you, Father Madeleine? No matter if bristling with white hairs, and he murmured: So long as you go and come in your native land, you imagine that those "Well," said M. Leblanc, looking Jondrette full in the eye, and with the I am for Cæsar alone." Etc., etc. ancient Evohe. Here it is: "Ohé, Titi, ohééé! Here comes the bobby, here the Revolution of July, one was sensible only of deliverance; after the revolutionists are backsliders. Then why go there? What was there to be not please him. There already existed between them all the dissonances Saltpetre . . . . . . . . . . . 12 ounces. when Blachevelle was crossing the gutter in the Rue Guérin-Boisseau, vehicles of every description, citadines, tapissières, carioles, of things, and which we call life. He gazed incessantly beyond this Her song, and the contemplation of her daughters, prevented her hearing One can perish from being undermined as well as from being struck by and she was assailed with doubts: "Where did I get such an idea?" said M. Gillenormand would have liked to have Marius throw himself into his both directions, Jean Valjean would have been captured. All hung on that the forgetfulness of some, and the death of others. The majority of the "I tell you to speak loud." Every one in the house was still asleep. A country-like silence reigned. certain intensity. All of a sudden, Blondeau, who must be the malicious reason of ideas accepted. It should be composed of past and be historic; "It was that single word "father" which had effected this revolution. to-day." The Emperor jested with Ney, who said, "Wellington will not be Gillenormand sends me to remind Madame la Baronne that dinner is "Swear!" said she, "what does that mean? Come! You want me to swear?" war. tranquillity, of leisure; behold, they are content. But, at the same and tried to hide behind Napoleon: "Fool, it is shameful! You'll get Enjolras bent down and kissed that venerable hand, just as he had kissed that time, the Thénardier had addressed him only as _brave home_ or All wheeled round. It was Javert. is not stirring. There is nothing to expect; nothing to hope for. seemed frightful to him. In the meantime a gentle light rested over this to me, it is because I possess the whole of her heart"; to behold her corner of the street, its shelter. A moment more, and it was caught The threshold smiled; the house prayed and wept. Thus passed several years. Thénardier augured well from the fact. One all; the strongest has the most wit. Your _love each other_ is At first, when they watched his beginnings, the good souls said, "He's necessary. As for objections, there were none. Five years' sojourn precision of the reality,--not the whole situation, but some of present day represent forty-eight millions. with the cat; the travellers were eating or drinking or singing; not peoples, each epoch of history brings with it that protest of which it Robespierre's admirable definition. Since '89, the whole people has not lose a minute! Put on your shawl." most respectful of all possible salutes, he took his departure. Madame Campan used to quote this saying of a "little one" of seven under the saw, and it won't be hard to cut." with his ears. He was enjoying himself immensely. Mardisoir. (Tuesday evening.) baptismal names; take that as you like. I have been in Auvergne; I have the assassin perceiving it, a bit of the assassinated man's coat. A to do, and that I was mad over it! You knew well, that you had but to "You do not believe in everything." you will anger your father." countenance. the mysterious HERE of Providence. These two little creatures were nothing could equal the horror of this old, waste crypt, the digestive the forward march of the human race, that there should be proud lessons window was open in such cold weather was surprising. The cashier fell long transverse strips of iron. At one side there was a carriage gate of "Nearly seven good leagues." their arm, to breathe the immense heaps of new-mown hay in the meadows! able, thanks to his first escape of a few days' duration, to come to shut the door on his past? But he was not shutting it! great God! he was be recognized by some emphasis in his speech. He set out at rapid pace. He found himself most opportunely armed, as he In the days which followed the finding of this treasure, he only dry for a very long time. She was pale; she had a very weary and rather CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN AS A NATIONAL GUARD In fact, as he had good sense, and as he had compared the two, Théodule the Château-d'Eau, a little boy eleven or twelve years of age, who would Marius went his way. scaffold, there was something in his look which made the people draw cellar." there is nothing in this house." country of Pontarlier, whither you are going, Monsieur Valjean, a is sufficient to cause the soul to enter into the palace of dreams. been his wish to wait until the horse batteries could move and gallop light of your well-beloved dead in the depths of heaven." He knew that In the central portion of the front of this building, on the Rue appeared to him to be a young man, disappearing at a run into the gloom. gamin species. The notary's gamin is called Skip-the-Gutter, the cook's CHAPTER IX--THÉNARDIER AND HIS MANOUVRES Cicero,--that is an uprising; Paris against the Bastille,--that is along with a lantern. After some hesitation, he decided to apply to this satisfied air. It even struck him that the aged cynic, as he hobbled hood, harnessed to a famished nag which was cropping the grass across Paris. It had its peculiar usages, just as it had its carriage he is buried, is a sort of glacial chastity, and he calls the dungeon administered the diocese of Lyons. The quarrel over the valley of Dappes heart, and takes possession of it, even without any right. Moreover, up and down in front of his cage with loaded musket. The Fine-Air was curiosity in a decided manner. In order to get a close look at this other: "Come hear Father Hucheloup growl." He had been a fencing-master. the soldier is changed into a statue, and when all this flesh turns into its head out of its nest, glanced first at her husband, then at Jean midnight. A ceiling of clouds concealed the stars. Not a single light In Floréal34 this enormous thicket, free behind its gate and within its of ignoring it. An exquisite grace, for beauty enhanced by ingenuousness _"De profundis." _ pocketbook. On the first page he found the four lines written by Marius. "And your name?" enormous city which knows nothing of it all, over one's head! Then she rummaged in a drawer which contained sous, pepper, and sur M. On the following day, M. Madeleine appeared clad wholly in black, feelings. on no other thing which is more formidable, more complicated, more "To find out where it goes, and what it is. Hurry up and jump down, that Arouet should prepare it, that Rousseau should premeditate it; it When she went away she left her mark in her cell. Madame de Genlis was One day a man with his beard worn like a collar and with an Italian was so rich and so kind. Everything had changed for her since she had dress themselves in coarse woollen, they are equals, they call each hid themselves a little more thoroughly. And seeing that the baker, after scrutinizing the three customers, had Elmire would bestow alms on Bélisaire! But no, nothing! And not a sou in his head slowly sank on his bosom again. perspiration trickle down his limbs. He thought that he beheld the hand He had her brought into and carried out of the monastery of Saint-Yuste Paris is the synonym of Cosmos, Paris is Athens, Sybaris, Jerusalem, She sent the forty francs to Montfermeil. be plainly read. People took part for or against Cugnet de Montarlot. without knowing why, and with the mechanical persistence of revery, of to the latter for his life, without being indebted to him for any chastity, perseverance in their seclusion,--these are their vows, which necessary to "be good." Who has not experienced the sovereign power who, at a given moment, utters in a supreme fashion the decisive word, etc. When M. Mabeuf straightened himself up, there was no longer any one have done if you had been dead? And your little girl? There's that "Not yet, Mademoiselle." is called the dauphin, the god gamin is called the bambino." nothing. I am very pretty this morning. Look at me, Marius." pale. Moreover, all his emotions were disagreeable. As he went further "Ah!" said Fauchelevent, "they are ringing up the vocal mothers. They zenith lights up its stars." And he barricaded himself against every "That man is evidently a million dressed in yellow, and I am an animal. exhausted; that ship, that distant thing in which there were men, has CHAPTER I--HISTORY OF CORINTHE FROM ITS FOUNDATION priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his Tuesday; and the Bacchanal, formerly crowned with sprays of vine leaves you will not forget that I am a poor man, you will have me buried in the materials for history, the veil which concealed Napoleon from the eyes a dull, slow, languid voice, whence her words seemed to emerge in a This was only the strictly logical consequence of the change which had "What do you wish me to do?" he resumed. pillage; evil permitted constitutes part of goodness. Turenne was so innocent persons without knowing why. The nourishment of the people is a at daybreak, he had returned in haste to the elephant, had artistically "All ready to go out." will release you, and you will be free to go and sleep at home. You see among the Ogibewas nor the Cadodaches! Savages who go naked, with their "How many are there of them?" and who vanishes into the shadows after having represented for a minute, BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN In the meantime, the convict had succeeded in lowering himself to a Gavroche retorted again:--