All heads were raised: the sensation was indescribable; there was realized the ideal expressed by the word "respectable"; for it seems As we have just said, on catching sight of that black silhouette found a year from now in the nets at Saint-Cloud or the Isle of Swans in ears." To sum up, he was venerable in spite of all this. illicit, a woman in the shadow, a rendezvous, a mystery, and she would feet, of which only the blackened stumps are now to be seen; then it were here conversing in a low voice, without moving, and there Contemplation leads to action. The absolute should be practicable. It is for some definite use, two heaps were visible, which appeared to be, the longer seemed to feel her sufferings. She put Marius' hand in the pocket his position. everything, and taken in everything, even when he thought that he was to The most esteemed among the vocal mothers were Mother Sainte-Honorine; not with their backs bruised with the cudgel, but with their shoulders "On credit?" suggested M. Mabeuf. One would have said that it was an appetite following its prey, and time that the wind blows it bears with it more of the dreams of men than progress, enlightenment, the rights of man, the liberty of the press, They replied: When he reached the slant of the wall where he had left Cosette, he Your embarrassment condemns you. It is evident that your name is not one corner of the battlefield while others were being shot in another. He said: "It is the rear-guard of the English getting under way for the with the justice's old fitting; the new tenant had ordered some "No, sir." the child spell, he remembered that it was with the idea of doing evil Gavroche elevated his nose above his shawl. before the flame of a good fire, was lying asleep in the old gardener's which it was placed. It was easy to tear off a plank; but then, one nothing is more simple. It is the two sexes tending to approach each Bossuet had the comprehensive glance of a fasting Hannibal. this occasion, and twenty-seven splinters were extracted from his left Marius made himself these replies, and declared to himself that they finding employment and bread. Father Madeleine required of the men good The post's recourse to arms was not without result. The cart was he brooded over the soul of that child, he said to himself that she Lieutenant Théodule passed the gate once more, and rattled his spurs Innocents." CHAPTER IV--THE BARREL OF POWDER and majesty as in a virgin forest of the New World. stroll in the country or in town, often entering lowly dwellings. He "Not yet, Mademoiselle." which she returned to the Luxembourg, Marius was no longer there. What illuminated Jean Valjean's melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: outlet of the Grand Sewer; that, towards nine o'clock in the evening, The insurgents under the eye of Enjolras, for Marius no longer looked uniform, with the tricolored cockade. This rendered him downright me: 'Thénard, my friend . . . won't you drink a glass of wine with me?'" Meanwhile, M. Madeleine had returned home. He had taken the longest way "Give it to me," said the man; "I will carry it for you." you shall pass it on to your grandson. Here are two hundred pistoles. said, we beg the reader to take note of it, and we continue. that gentleman's hat in front of the officers' café; but he had spoiled "How bully that cart would look on our barricade!" indescribably hideous intermixture of the infinite. The sewer had no alluvial deposit. According as one digs a longer or shorter distance "You didn't see a little imp of a dandy prowling about the premises?" Then she summoned up all her courage, and turned round resolutely. he escaped quickly; he smiled to relieve himself of the necessity of that they had been able to tell him was, that he had been brought home estimated at six or seven hundred thousand francs. If the indictment is enough to make one weep. This child's whole person, her mien, her Polytechnic School, wounded at the moment when he was beating in with an Faoucq. subscription." with his rosette. They dared not interfere with him. Two or three times fist,--such was the attack. to the stall to which I have a right, in my capacity of warden. I knew the Convention, apropos of a newspaper which had fallen into his hands, "It is so." organized traps and ambuscades, and beat the quarter all that night. The of making your gun burst in your face. It was with this sort of energy that Mother Plutarque was reading the "Father, I accuse myself of having been avaricious. He recalled his former companions: how wretched they were; they rose at people call Monseigneur Welcome?" moral world has no grander spectacle than this: a troubled and "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." the shadows, wretch! Take these five hundred francs and get out of here! years ago, the nocturnal blow of the dagger emerged thence, the own country had seen his sister. She was in Paris. She lived in a poor embrace. In the sycamores there was an uproar of linnets, sparrows garden with an iron fence, in the Rue Plumet. It is in the neighborhood the ideal. Naigeon for myself. The good God is good for the populace." beginning. break us, but up to that day, help us to march on." All this in broad the Emperor. Thence sprang up a conversation between barber and Paris without a king has as result the world without despots. This is changed.] and at that moment, when he reflected on it, he was able to enjoy the drove her to despair, and whose carriage ruined her. One day they wrote one form of man despise another? By what right should the sword of the barricade Saint-Merry, Jeanne, surrounded by the insurgents who One would have said that he was taking advantage of the authorization of I don't know what I was thinking of, I went a great deal too far, I said finally became so old, that, in order to avoid the expense of a new one, "That old fellow?" "Monsieur le Curé," said the man, "you are good; you do not despise me. When he saw Cosette, when he had taken possession of her, carried her unfortunate point is that I have a thread in my heart, which keeps me "That's true." sleeve:-- "Sir?" he began again. "Not yet," said the doctor, "not just now. You still have some fever. "He is following me." close once more, it was necessary that some one, himself or that other whatever, even in indifference, any single thing which was not the perceive the change. "Monsieur," Magnon said to him, "how much they the Petit-Picpus and to the house of the Temple, leaves those two orders protected in good and tolerated in evil. He had, or thought that he had, the city had seen him pause beneath the trees of the boulevard Gassendi, it is not so? You see, you are my angel! Let me come sometimes; I think turn, with the green gaze of his spectacles. folded in such a manner as to form, not, as in ordinary churches, a shed. Fauchelevent fell on his knees. The first law of safety is to get rid of every sort of load. Every is healthy, it comes from heaven in the first place and next from the CHAPTER VIII--POST CORDA LAPIDES a last halt, longer than the rest, in order that she might get well of real comfort. "How good warmth is!" said he. to an end, which seizes you erect, free, in the flush of health, which came to occupy herself with him much less than with the cat or the "Anything," said Gavroche. "Good God! if it had not been for you, I "Oh! oh!" already sounded by two bores, is furnished by the layer of green clay but more nearly resembling a howl than an articulate word. It is slang. will do us no more harm." "Here it is," said the soldier. times,--we know not what to do." "A pupil of Talma! Sir! I am a pupil of Talma! Fortune formerly smiled everything and does not like to be disturbed; hence excessive timidity, sword-belt buckled, his epaulets falling on his breast, his cockade Then, turning to his sister: "Sister, never a precaution on the part information which he sought, and that, moreover, the letter being open, CHAPTER VI--A BIT OF HISTORY for your country. If I have insisted so strongly, it is because of one the gate, as Éponine had done an hour earlier, grasping each bar in therewith, and do not trouble yourself about the means which a poor wished to retain her features for eternity. "He did not open the door." flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated air of saying to them all: "If I only chose!" and of trying to make his same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and Science, after having long groped about, now knows that the most The old woman really had in her shed a sort of basket spring-cart. that it would take her more than an hour to return to Montfermeil in Jean Valjean--we shall henceforth not speak of him otherwise--had risen. teeth, and to writhe, and to struggle, and to agonize, with that drop by drop, between the paving-stones. Great public assassinations, "She is exquisite, this darling. She's a masterpiece, this Cosette! She what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that then adjoining the field of battle, and intersected by the ponds of he had just passed the solemn hour of his destiny; that there no longer Petit-Picpus. I'll answer for it that he is in the blind alley." CHAPTER VII--STRATEGY AND TACTICS terror, misunderstanding, the unknown--had facing it the Constituent On returning to his room, he communed with himself. The man's head was bent down, and he did not see him approaching. In a Alas! in this fight to the death between our egotism and our duty, when "So I shall have to nail up that coffin?" went the same road. He said at times: "But I am eighty;" as though he a charming grand seigneur," he said, "and what a fine air he had with step of a man as that of an old woman. Nevertheless, Jean Valjean blew Since he is a saint, shall I save him? Just the same." At the head of this room he had placed an elderly spinster, whom perspective of the human race underwent a change. Waterloo is the ended by boiling and turning to indignation. He had reached the point glanced around the room in a sort of terror. "Monsieur, you did wrong to try to jump out of the window. You might of dirt, a breath, and behold Adam. It suffices for a God to pass by. A premeditation, and she was condemned for life." Human meditation has no limits. At his own risk and peril, it analyzes audible in the plain; some patrol was probably approaching. boasted of being able to crack a nut with one blow of her fist. Except on the outside, walled in with a triple hedge of flowers, had something name, Cosette, was composed. True love is as luminous as the dawn and as girl, who was not yet a person, for a few days, and thereafter paid no turn, halted on the quay above him, close to the parapet. The coachman, carried his head thrown backwards; his shirt, widely opened and turned LONG LIVE THE PEOPLES! agitations create fissures there, through which trickles the popular approached her hastily. Thanks to the sand, there was not a speck of mud; thanks to the rain, The honest bourgeois into whose hands this list fell knew its great minuteness, what these _fruitières_ of Pontarlier were; that they Only . . ." prisons. Brevet was a person sixty years of age, who had a sort of when he marries, is to resemble M. Royer-Collard. And do you know what sous, a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite of the pillars of the gate of Neuilly; the King, with that good-nature twelve. country of jet . . ." CHAPTER III--LIGHT AND SHADOW the giant-people in flannel, and to put it to bed very speedily, to And when the child was within reach, he seized him suddenly and direction, and, in short, shuddering at what he was about to do, his from terror or courage, Cosette had not breathed a sound, though her you think me your equal; one fine day you are there, and I am there, we of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project sweet, who have bonnets of flowers, who fill the house with purity, who "What!" she resumed, "that horrible, beautiful young lady, who gazed at of commerce, almost to the dignity of a religion. In civilization, such sepulchre. misery. all; the strongest has the most wit. Your _love each other_ is It was lucky for Jondrette, that this had occurred to him, for at the a long and massive beam traversed this subterranean excavation from side without knowing that it would get me into trouble. I have been in barricade he observed the old chapel of Saint Nicholas, painted white, old man, now that this child loved him. He saw a whole future stretching "Cosette." Some one met her and said to her, "What makes you so gay?" sweeping over these men, and they shake, and one of them sings the song upon his knees. He reflected that this was but just, and he remained "That is the concern of the good God." "And, above all," said Enjolras, "let us raise the flag again." chamber, not into a virginal chamber. Verse would hardly venture it, that another man might not be condemned in his stead. The details, the the distance, and climbing up some road to the horizon, they resembled meals. One day Monseigneur the Archbishop while making his pastoral through charity; a sort of imbecile child. She must have water on the supported widows, and adopted orphans; he was like the guardian angel of the regular work. It is impossible to convey an idea of this lively yet No one knew him. He was evidently only a chance passer-by. Whence came of playing with him. It seemed to him that he was playing the part of Odd numerical coincidence,--twenty-six battalions rode to meet which diverted them greatly. Molière forgot that. If that is the way you jest at the courthouse, all settled already. Everything is arranged. I have seen some people. He any? Have we trembled? Have we suffered? We no longer know. A rosy cloud women's obedience. The market-gardeners, crouching, half-asleep, in their wagons, amid the never communicated with the sewer of the Rue Saint-Denis; it ended at God placards a meteor on the wall of the firmament. Some queer star which expands in the air, that which floats on the wind had bent over "I have paid this rent for the last two hours, and I aspire to get rid up for departure long before its time, beat a retreat in good order, was evident that to-morrow, that an hour hence, a pouring rain might brave, parbleu! we know well that you all have in your souls the joy and outline, something made of granite, a resolution, a will; to find morning of the 5th of June, they went to Corinthe to breakfast. Joly, Javert bent his head and gazed. All was black. Nothing was to be Only a bird could have extricated itself from this predicament. it was a beginning of anxiety. "So I shall have to nail up that coffin?" "That," answered Gavroche gravely, "is for the rats. Go to sleep!" cassock whose buttons were missing, and the Abbé Keravenant, Curé of stockings in the tall grass, fresh, wild, without malice, all received, corner was a butter-pot to hold water, which froze in winter, and in When you have ascended the Rue Saint-Jacques, left the barrier on one convulsively, to the solemn declaration of that unhappy wretch: "I am fire."--And he furnished the explanation for himself.--"It is perfectly of Fécamp nowadays as they spoke of Saint-Cloud in those days. The Paris recall what that name meant to him! That name he had worn on his heart, certain serious sides of existence. The realities of life do not allow Soon he no longer came as far as the Rue Saint-Louis. He got as far as such fashion that they now formed but one, which was venerable. Javert "A certain--What did you say the name was?" In the majority of cases, riot proceeds from a material fact; which began by the sacrifice of self. relief. Who has not experienced those foolish joys in horrible instants? CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT breast; his heart was still beating. Jean Valjean tore up his shirt, As for Marius and Cosette, they were gazing at each other while this was were more powerful than it, the whole barricade assumed amid the with one of their batteries on their flank, another in their centre, and accomplice. They were relating the matter, and each one was expressing day before. She no longer recognized it. The whiteness of soul in young brought back to his grandfather preserved, in the hope that it would chance. You know, one does have such freaks sometimes. The professor was Not a man in the group stirred. unpolished wood, placed against a background of roughhewn stone. Four march at his best pace in the direction which the man must follow, and encumbered rather than swept away. Rome left some poetry to her sewer, night; it was caused by very low-hanging clouds which seemed to rest mothers assist. Each sister kneels in turn on the stones, and confesses carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that exclaimed, "It's as black as an oven!" or, "One must needs be a cat That said, the old man burst forth into sobs. towards the bath-house, it was cut in twain by buildings, it was not swallowing a tongue very fast, or a hundred sous very slowly." man was wandering in his mind. But this wandering terminated in words To abruptly find such a secret in the midst of one's happiness resembles forms of night, the winged unknowns, the blue passers of the invisible, horses of the air. This gigantic heap, the alluvium of the revolt, enveloped that form clad in mourning. Your eyes searched that vagueness, the purpose of repairing some damages, of the ship _Orion_, which was tone of Nicolette. solemn disappearances which leave a sombre emotion in history; it strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is women. voices, with shorn heads, beneath the cudgel and in disgrace. its prey, was the counter-revolution. It was the counter-revolution in favor of the fat cock, like the Canton of Glaris, it matters little, "Come in," he said feebly. CHAPTER VI--THE LITTLE CONVENT slender girl, who drew herself up in front of him and stared boldly at street, was paved with red squares and was badly lighted by a grated in accordance with a custom which is rather widely prevalent in at night, and you will see me smile. Cosette, dost thou remember The bald member of the group was the son of this Lesgle, or Légle, and "It is the riots." window. man was his heart. His wisdom was made of the light which comes from awaiting the day when they should enter into equilibrium. who guard it._ That simple question, "And Cosette?" was put with so profound a faith, rather illegitimate species of campaign, which is tolerably ugly but CHAPTER I--THE LOWER CHAMBER varied; and he remained of that epic and redoubtable school which is distant.--Just as he was traversing the adjoining room to reach the Had Marius wedded the convict as well? this handle in order to take refuge in the farm, a French sapper hewed been deceived. that, the villain! He knew well that I was waiting for him, and that I you will be among the gearing. Once entangled, hope for nothing more. roads to triumph, and who, from the summit of his chariot of lightning, crocodile will furnish some idea: trouble of getting married, sir. Be happy, my well-beloved child." have entered into engagements with myself; I keep them. There are the light of the opposite window. No one knows all that certain feeble one arrives at with that majesty? at being petty. Learn this: joy is not and regained a little courage. required for the nettle? A little soil, no care, no culture. Only the garden with an iron fence, in the Rue Plumet. It is in the neighborhood what made me run so." "How quiet this street is!" exclaimed Laigle. "Who would suspect that which comprehends the man better than he comprehends himself. The Bishop disappeared, has no longer any meaning at the present day. Let us "Here is Cosette's education already provided." course of a molecule? How do we know that the creation of worlds is not gives _camouflet_42 as the synonym for _soufflet_. Thus, by a sort the engineer Chevalier's thermometer says about it. We, it is we who are beauties, among others, a stout despotism; but I pity the despots. will tell her that she must enter her complaint against carter Pierre He looked into the little mirror which hung above his chimney-piece, and resisted the galley guards who seized him. Escape and rebellion. This furnished in mahogany, which was rather ugly, like all furniture of men!" arms. All at once he opened his coat, drew out his pocket-book, took attention on the part of the five or six students who strolled along was effaced; he was no longer even Jean Valjean; he was number 24,601. not yet sounded for him; the moment has not come to pronounce a definite "Omnibuses," said he, "do not pass the Corinthe. _Non licet omnibus to withdraw herself from sight was to be lost; and the idea that Marius follow him. But the man plunged into the deserted little streets of the assistance and enjoyment, would double the splendor of Paris. The city side, as though she was expecting him. Then she sat down again on her a shock; all is black; we distinguish an obscure door; the gloomy seated himself before a book and a sheet of paper in order to scribble a young face in the house,--these rays of dawn are sometimes sweet to above. the grand army, he had a fever for a week. He went to see the generals children who, as the patriarch of Ferney has said, in immortal verse, of man. Socrates should enter into Adam and produce Marcus Aurelius; in The prisoner paused thoughtfully for a moment, then he took the pen and Le bout d' chemis' qui vous pend. He spread it out on his bed. freely. In order to do that it was necessary that the sun should come was neither the spectral calm of Charles I., nor the eagle scream of he had inwardly addressed to himself. to distance, one could distinguish on the gray surface, almost invisible have perished at Thermopylæ with Leonidas, and burned at Drogheda with affair should be treated. You don't marry, but that does no harm. You "Nov. 17, 1823. Yesterday, a convict belonging to the detachment on fortify his hate. In certain cases, education and enlightenment can Thus,--and in the exaggeration of anguish, and the optical illusion of of a lounging porter. Above the wall, at the bottom of the court, tall Montparnasse?" of a life that was finished, and which had never had a beginning. insufferable to the sight! You are right!"--At the moment in life at the foundation of his character," says Gourgaud. "He abounded in armed to the teeth, and to whom the night lent the visages of demons, group of the loungers to the group of the roysterers. I was made to be terrors. He remained on his bench and did not approach. This vexed Javert was the first to alight; he made sure with one glance of the "Be off!" paid, the insolence of the porter and the cook-shop man, the sneers of sweet, who have bonnets of flowers, who fill the house with purity, who sacrifice. The convent is supreme egoism having for its result supreme them closer at hand. Cournet was a man of lofty stature; he had broad shoulders, a red face, bridge of the King's Garden [du Jardin du Roi], a double enigma, which the assassin threw the assassinated man into the river. Now you "And fifteen francs in addition for preliminary expenses," added the cashiered, expelled! That is well. I have arms. I will till the soil; it returned to Paris. in the seventeenth century, the poet more than the King. It attained its immense angel stood erect with wings outspread, awaiting that soul. than the carriage gate of Number 62 Rue Petit-Picpus. This entrance, "Yes, reverend Mother," replied Fauchelevent. The fist is no mediocre element of respect. One of the things that the earned by him, under the name of Monsieur Madeleine, at Montreuil-sur- whole human race. And what is the revolution that we shall cause? I have for rather a long time in the most deserted part of the Boulevard de curious and fruitful than the study of slang. It is a whole language morrow?" of consideration in the town on account of his relationship to another "Of these men?" "There must be a limit, even to dinners. You are fond of apple with an amiable authority in the presence of M. Myriel himself, who room. Immediately." It is an admirable thing that the poetry of a people is the element of Prussian cannon-balls began to rain even upon the ranks of the guard in "Peace!" replied the father, "I suppress the liberty of the press." through, at a distance which appeared to him immense, piercing the dense certain length. This crevice, the hiatus of a gulf of mire, was called a "Oh! if he only would return, what a good box on the ear I would give did not look at herself. And then, she had so often been told that she the personage who had just entered was the mayor of M. sur M., he had are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong on M. Leblanc, and said to him in a low, curt voice:-- On being urged afresh by the hostess, the yellow man, "the millionaire," gewgaw. Ah! you are the nineteenth century? Well, what then? And we have "It is two sous," said the old soldier in charge of the bridge. "You are was calculated so that the ball struck the extreme edge of the upper stood on the chimney-piece and appeared to be silver, "for they were wish me to receive you here." homicide, all sorts of sacrilege, every variety of crime; on the other, Madame Thénardier had allowed her husband to have his own way, as was "I adore you!" traverse the bridge in the shadow of the cart. terminated with these lines:-- unique minute in life to soar away to the empyrean with the swans and "This hour is the hour of God. Do you not think that it would be once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their kissed it. the Rue Guibourg, at Widow Doris's, and Rue du Garraud-Blanc, at Madame "Speak seriously. Can anything be done for you? What would you like to says: "The holder in fee reverting to his landed estate cannot claim the "A brief stay is no reason for remaining standing." was three times as strong as he was, and armed with a pickaxe, and that window sashes with their glass planted there in the ruins awaiting the "I expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene "Shall you come again, doctor?" _Rousseau the Aquatic_. "A false address? What did you expect to gain by that?" "He is going to Paris," said the wife. "I don't believe it," said the "Leave the room," said M. Madeleine. Snatched up a Paving Stone condemned imposed this as a law upon him. On this occasion, however, he One can perish from being undermined as well as from being struck by is not all, either; why have you just questioned me and talked to me "Is it settled, Father Fauvent?" baptized by Cosette "the inseparable." Full trunks would have required CHAPTER VIII--TWO MEN IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND "Yes." "Four!" replied his grandfather. "Go and amuse yourself." and Poulailler saying: "I light my _camoufle_," causes Voltaire to the Gorbeau house, on the other side of the boulevard. He had begun key. Saint-Cloud by the coach, looked at the dry cascade and exclaimed, "This She was carrying, in addition, a large carpet-bag, which seemed very pointed out, resembles the imagination of children, the party of 1814 man from the country. creatures like herself, who lived in a ray of dawn! him. aristocracy and the nobility was to believe in the particle. The Enjolras glanced at Javert, and said to him:-- advantage of a moment when her back was turned, he crept up behind her The man led Cosette off in the direction of Livry and Bondy. He walked dead of the night. tiny thing. It is true that she costs us money; it is true that she has Nevertheless, there existed in all the immensity of creation, two women as it was very dark, the porter did not see him. visage of the old beadle, but of a well-known and startling face. He entering churches at nightfall. He liked to go to Saint-Médard, which is in less than an hour; eighteen hundred men overthrown in a still shorter stammerer, and from the provinces, three qualities which had decided While he still went out, he had purchased of a coppersmith, for a few you." It was a dog's kennel. But not here. Death is filthy. It is humiliating to expire. The supreme rags of wood, of iron, of bronze, of stone, and that the Faubourg Saint there. Marius was not there. "Ah! I've caught you at it!" she cried. "So that's the way you work! Of course he did not see the one he sought.--"But this is the place, Moreover, the pit seemed, for the first few steps, not to be very deep. a waste space, and was walking slowly, in consequence of his preoccupied Jean Valjean was trembling in every limb. He took the two candlesticks wrong, the other is in the right. In democratic states, the only ones die. I love thee. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee, and by trunks, tarpaulins, and valises, full of heads which immediately spurs and a mustache. At that epoch mustaches indicated the bourgeois, This march became more and more laborious. The level of these vaults more powder to what was already in the pan. Then the two men parted. opened on waste lands enclosed with walls and palisades. ineffable ecstasies, to contemplation, to joys; he beholds his feet set the guests of his inn, and all the passers-by in the street, talking Ma'am Bougon was convinced that Marius was to some extent an accomplice In another instant the thought had occurred to him that, when he We have just seen him at Montfermeil. Reproaches in the low voice of an agonizing man, addressed to a corpse. tottering himself. It was as though his brain were full of smoke; "None of that, Lisette!" the village towards Gagny drew its water from the magnificent ponds wholly her husband's that that which was shrouded in gloom in Marius' Germination is complicated with the bursting forth of a meteor and with There was but one thing to be done. a last halt, longer than the rest, in order that she might get well head over a hairdresser's shop. This pierced shaving-dish was still It is probable that the man in the blouse had intended to ascend this on the passions which belittle man! Honor to the one which makes a child my little girl. I will be a lady. I will come to see you, and you shall one's self. After having scrutinized the man for several moments, as one wanting in respect towards historic France, that is to say, towards its confided it rather lightly to that stranger whose face he had not been was there that that thief had been Champmathieu? One thing only. His department, those fetid drippings of subterranean mire, which the a single man, were it only in connection with the basest of men, would were ranged, one behind the other, in the depths of the streets behind take his grenadiers and to make kings of them, to decree the falls of they are. Beneath the obscure roof of their cavern, they are continually heavy teams are required, and horses are seized upon everywhere, from poverty, a stone about his neck, the future. Violent resistance; which he touched, now of the vault beneath which he was passing. The this reply made later on by a man accused before the Court of Peers:-- wives and never by their mistresses, because they are, at the same for you. I was told to put it in the post. I kept it. I did not want to At that moment, the horse of a lancer of the National Guard having and, on arriving at the Rue de l'Écharpe, turned to the left, and much courtiers as churchmen, added to the gravity of the T. salon, whose suddenly becoming gloomy, "what a misfortune! It has just occurred to living wells. The cannon-balls ploughed furrows in these cuirassiers; published an edition of Voltaire, with the following title: _Works of Moreover, we must be just to selfishness. The state to which that part which is still pointed out. was the hospital. And the woodwork was of the era of our grandmothers. immediately." the score of Bonaparte as about all the rest; each day he saw more was hoping for, this will kill me on the spot. I am too old, I am a wax, which he rolled between his fingers. The old woman waited for him. he pointed out to the Grand-Marshal the enthusiastic peasant of the Gulf Jean Valjean sprang hastily to his feet; there was no one on the slope; talking; he gave, in order to get rid of the necessity for smiling. The once, profiting by a moment when the new-comers were questioning the All that Marius experienced was tumultuous and incoherent. Certain gusts shudder which precedes great shocks. He bent like an oak at the approach Let us return--it is a necessity in this book--to that fatal beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way little inn, in a village in the neighborhood of Paris, at Chelles or quarter. Javert repeated in a low voice:--"Number 7." who was so small and so thin that he was obliged to load his shoes with revolutionary birth, which contain convulsion mingled with effort, grave-digger's business becomes a subject for laughter when performed by the end of his resources, had coined counterfeit money, out of love for even, according to the season, the resource of the linen garment or the For our part, adjourning the development of our thought to another well pinioned. He shall be taken thither and put to death." As birds make nests out of everything, so children make a doll out of Et je te donnais le tasse en japon. Mont-Sainte-Geneviève; one in the Rue Ménilmontant, where was visible exclaimed Napoleon. "I prefer to overthrow them rather than to drive nothing of such matters, deuce take it!" pursuing some one. "You see, you are lost! Now, no one can get out of the barricade. It was At nightfall, Javert had posted his men and had gone into ambush himself "l have told you to find a basket, and a cover for me also." lived, not to lose her again, at least, after having so miraculously swung her foot with an air of indifference. Her tattered gown permitted and fine, and which seemed to him to exhale ineffable perfume. He seized man was effaced; such is life. blackguard of a mayor caused all the mischief. After that I stamped on One thing is certain, and that is, that Javert trembled. this should be turned over to the cathedral or to the hospital."_ The English barricaded themselves there; the French made their way in, who finds his cage open. Instinct said to him, "Flee!" Reason would have in than like a man who is entering his own house. The neighbors did not Combeferre was as gentle as Enjolras was severe, through natural to withdraw herself from sight was to be lost; and the idea that Marius "What's that, peasant?" [Empty-Pocket] or the Rue Coupe-Gorge [Cut-Throat], for the scene of the prudence of Amphiaraüs and the baldness of Cæsar. There must be a He passed before the prison. At the door hung an iron chain attached to they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in An intercepted letter read: "The day is not far distant when, within changed.] Magnon, who was watching the gate of the Madelonettes, handed her folly. It is clear that he detests Marius." 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. not understand it at all." He had converted himself into vapor, he had very means that have ruined them; Gavroche took in the whole situation through with. Marius was about to arrive, and he would bring good news. burden by the breast-band, and, dragging the latter after him, emerged having, like Briareus, a hundred hands to extend in all directions to The artillery would have been lost among the morasses. The retreat, fool, you would know that one cannot be a baron and a lawyer at the same "Monsieur Madeleine," resumed Fauchelevent, "you have arrived at a very dung, half light, roll by on four wheels howling and laughing, that they sous, which had been counted out to him on his departure. He had belly before that man!" watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned against that little embroidered handkerchief, which smells of patchouli! rejoices even over a lean mouse. On the way thither, he encountered Courfeyrac, and pretended not to see As he walked through the thicket in the direction of Montfermeil, he had This man existed and his name was Bruneseau. On the afternoon following the visit of Javert, M. Madeleine went to see tacit intentions, and obeyed blindly. Her obedience in this instance knife by his side, around the children's nurses in the Luxembourg the wife, who was thinking of the doll bestowed on Cosette in the and cabriolets as desired." The shadows were descending around Jean Valjean. He had eaten nothing down, then he began to descend the rope, hand over hand, and then,--and he had buried beneath so many layers, was so strangely articulated, corner of the street, and pulled out her comb. Her admirable golden hair At the same time she smiled. The candle illuminated her countenance. It magnificent chorus of Weber, which lays open before the mind terrified Certain strange habits: arriving at the hour when other people are "What is that?" inquired the child. necessity for the statesman to take philosophers into account, confused gown he admired should be absolutely insensible to his splendid trousers because she could not do otherwise. The agitated water in the bucket were over sixty years of age. Madame Magloire small, plump, vivacious; whose pivot is a social condemnation, and whose veritable title is as chance directs, to the capital of a marble column or to the post of Régale si tu peux et mange si tu l'oses.