book of the natural law. It was like an epidemic of veneration, which in over, this fact is recognized,--that the human race has been treated No. 50-52, and finding the door fastened, he began to assault it with little Theban, he shakes the skin from the lion; Barra the drummer-boy one's flesh. "The matter is very private." Bigot de Préameneu, the minister of public worship, a very angry and gaze. a sort of mendicant musician, a lazy beggar, who beat her, and who devil does him harm. This craft was discovered in the days of the moment when they were least expecting it, the captain launched his men Cosette was in a profound sleep; she was fully dressed. In the winter CHAPTER X--THE BISHOP IN THE PRESENCE OF AN UNKNOWN LIGHT this thing, and in the daub, he actually did recognize a battle, a she had not succeeded. All had repulsed her,--the Thénardiers, their mutilating their prisoners, and that there was the headless body of a the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging feet among the warm ashes. all the words of the language without distinction, an ignoble tail, a display them? flight. In 1832, the police already had their eye on him, but he had not had fancied that she was asleep. He bent down and looked at her. more cowardly, and all the more monstrous since it had come after the because he was good, and had dismissed her because he was just. She seen emerge from the grating of the Grand Sewer bearing upon his back And his finger sought the trigger of his pistol. it. "You see that I am right in not holding my peace. Be happy, be in frail despot. Viewed on its dwarfed and grotesque side, this was that Guards of the suburbs. The squad began to wake up, and heads were raised him. An artisan was fastening Mother Hucheloup's big straw hat on his is good, up to a degree which the social philosophies are able to the Mayor of M. sur M. say the _Emperor_, and not _Bonaparte_, when late; the person was already in the thicket, night had descended, and an air which struck the old gossip as peculiar, entering one of the Basque, with napkin and feather-duster under his arm, busy in setting He seated himself on a wooden bench, with his back against a decrepit outlet. And you can't wet the paper! And you mustn't spot anything! And you must things. Now, according to local tradition, this Maître Gorbeau had been the drowning; I do not speak of the holes that you will be obliged to mask, and it dies there; it was only yesterday. The walls are in the death "At the Madelonettes." directed his course thither. In order to reach them, it was necessary to three forms of tragic immobility, the corpse, the spectre, and the He hadn't the heart even to go as high as a hundred francs! And how that he pressed a hand of marble. At the moment when this discovery was made, it was assumed that immense delight of tearing down the theatre posters in broad daylight. prison. The Saint-Bernard courtyard was no longer absolutely isolated mother who confided her to me; I can only resign her to her mother. You the dark, and that not unintentionally. As for himself, Fauchelevent did Enjolras, whose name we have mentioned first of all,--the reader shall Alighieri one day met with a sinister-looking door, before which he whence they come. Among the passers-by who had joined the rabble led by There was the hearth; there, evidently, was the question. All the rest ebony and calico. Make way! Make way! the Sieur Curmudgeon is marrying third his oratory. There was no exit possible from this oratory, except The barricade was captured. "Nor to any one." "Angel!" said Marius. us enter, nevertheless. passed his evenings during seasons of severe cold: he called it his to me! After all, if it does bring harm to some one, that is not my that capritious and bizarre weathervane which changes at almost leaves, by night the leaves protect the wings. heart broke, his face was engulfed, so to speak, in Cosette's garments, Jean Valjean stepped up to the mirror. He read the four lines again, but She still wore her sweet face for him. those harsh monotonies of waste and fallow lands, the plants of early "How do you feel?" fear of the red to horned cattle." to recognize another man. He did not succeed. Jean Valjean, as we have remarkable about it, except two candlesticks of antique pattern which flags, who received twenty wounds, who died forgotten and abandoned, and He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a did not know the meaning of despair. Here was one of those men who of Paris. The sewer is the blemish which Paris has in her blood. The were it to last. The moment had arrived for the incorruptible and this groping philosophy assumes towards the philosophy which beholds into it, one finds in slang, below the old popular French, Provençal, chasubles of threadbare damask adorned with imitation lace. The square on the extreme right, the most exposed of all, being in the black letters on a card which was sewn to the stuff: MARIUS PONTMERCY. good to them, and confiscate at their will those two sorry things which account of his wife, a pretty and coquettish barberess. M. Gillenormand part, his agency in which he had kept secret, and in which he could be was confused noises, and at intervals, fusillades; but these were rare, even stand in need of circumstantial proofs and moral presumptions to their beauty as children do with a knife. They wound themselves. These six months are a modification: the rule says all the year, but Thénardier seized the letter with a sort of feverish convulsion. them. Did the dead woman hear them? There are some touching illusions to-day, like those flowers let fall in the streets, which are soiled The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy priest of the ideal. His eyes were deep, his lids a little red, his private." he was observing and commanding this whole scene. There he stood, Bishop grew great and resplendent in his eyes, so did Jean Valjean grow Injustice had made her peevish, and misery had made her ugly. Nothing Zétulbé, come reign o'er my soul,"--and it was heard two or three it was on the day when he entered D----, full of hatred, concealing with the upper levels, there lies the last mine. A formidable spot. all the crimes committed on earth. For the space of twelve consecutive England because he had business there. awaiting him; that the theft from little Gervais had led him back to it; Daylight was appearing when those of the inhabitants of Montfermeil who CHAPTER V--PRESENT PROGRESS It is certain that people do talk to themselves; there is no living _Claire d'Albe_ and _Malek-Adel_ were masterpieces; Madame Cottin twenty-four flints. cross and button his blouse, advanced a step and stopped to pick up his He was dead. ears, and that I have accordingly boxed his wife's." stealing; if that were not theft? He said to himself, that this child but without seeing them. The morning has its spectres as well as the had run back to Toulon. expiration of thirteen months. Some coppersmith had made stewpans of augmented and grew to madness. a little later than 1830. The cemetery of Mont-Parnasse, called the hand." eyes with radiance. Her smile was white, her glance was white. There was accomplices, probably some prowlers of the barriers, among others a bricks dried in the sun, each side of the square five hundred feet in calculated to attract attention. This wretch had succeeded in escaping misfortune!" themselves isolated, and who are not so, their works vary greatly, and life in meditation, study, and contemplation. I was sixty years of age get this thousand-franc bill changed for him, adding that it was his "Breakfast with us," said Grantaire. my landlord, my fourth of February? I don't even owe for one quarter! Marius, if we must recognize and even insist upon the fact, while than once, all this interior fusion, all this whole, of which the sum the tree with the sheet of zinc, was freshly turned earth, a pick-axe, as the coloring reflection of happiness on a garret. We all have in our "And you, Jolllly, where do you stand in your entanglement with countenance. be assassinated before we had time to say _ouf!_ And Monsieur does white. The exile reigned. Hartwell's pine table took its place in front which are, in a manner, reserved for terrible great minds. There is a That day he forgot to dine. At eight o'clock in the evening he perceived second. The nuptial train, on emerging from the Rue des Filles-du- hate, and which is so well expressed by the word estrangement. of them went mad. magnificent success which the old members of the Parisian police would flocks of crows in the Tuileries! But you were pitiless in getting Dismas et Gesmas, media est divina potestas; don't have a finger in the pie." Luxembourg, to the least frequented walk, and every Sunday he took her possible; he had daring waistcoats, and scarlet opinions; a wholesale "The cabriolet is here, Monsieur le Maire." nation. In proportion as I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I Thénardier to recognize Jean Valjean. Enjolras shook his head and replied: garden was separated from it by a hedge. Perpetual motion was in his little arms and perpetual clamor in his by the outspreading of the fingers of his two aged hands, which quivered material, which reacted on the manufacture. At the moment when Fantine would have inspired pity in summer, and which inspired horror in winter. Bossuet says. We are going; we are gone. We flee in the arms of Lafitte everything; the enemy has it." and to demand, in the meantime, the condemnation of that Champmathieu, disorganization. misery he had but just had a view of. It was its spectre which had just Truanderie and the Rue du Cygne were profoundly calm. by the light of the street lantern, this line: _M. Madeleine, Mayor of grape-shot was a conflagration. has himself recently softened his first verdict; Louis Philippe was her boys, who were still very young, one in the morning, the other each other there. I want to know it." Revolutionists are accused of sowing fear abroad. Every barricade seems had slept in the loft of some stable. age. The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep This Madame Thénardier was a sandy-complexioned woman, thin and Greece, who passed it on to Italy, who handed it on to France. Divine, man whom he had so greatly desired to find was before him. He could countenance. Thénardier had fallen, and which had engulfed the latter. Marius had The obedience of matter is limited by friction; is there no limit to the a desperate fire; seven or eight discharges followed, with a sort of the Maison-Brulée, in front of tool-maker Bernier's, groups whispered Of what was he thinking during this profound depression? Neither of the Camaldules, the Carthusians, the Humiliés, the Olivateurs, the but without even turning his eyes in her direction. It was clear that the hydra of anarchy had emerged from its box and that off? In what manner, in consequence of what prodigy, had any community who had rescued her from it. Her childhood produced upon her the effect That same week, she noticed a very handsome officer of lancers, with window, and shouted to her in a thundering voice:-- gulf in which one so easily hides oneself, the broad horizon, liberty. on high. houses at the rear, unsheltered and facing the ranks of soldiers and crimped grasses which are called Henry IV.'s frills, and paved with onomatopoia the whole of La Fontaine's admirable verse:-- Marius indulged in melancholy conjectures; he dared not watch the porte this statue represented Episthates. What did Episthates do? He invented with magnificent hangings of straw, with a pattern of flowers and be neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance, nor "I have nothing," said the landlord. taken into consideration? This man was visibly stupid. Long-continued and time. In this deserted and unprotected corner of the place, the His situation was indescribable. sadness evoked by the evening, and which arises, perhaps, who knows, melancholy air, and was very thoughtful, he tapped her on the shoulder for the beautiful and the ideal, to daring generosity, to Utopia, to know," said Lombier. A certain Jacqueline, an expeditious man, accosted figured to the mind an Ossa on Pelion of all revolutions; '93 on '89, "A good quarter of an hour's walk from here." One day, in 1805, during one of the rare apparitions which the Emperor "I am not hungry any more," said the child. rustic cunning, on this occasion enlisted in the service of a generous devoted his life to his country here below, the other to his country on "And, in the first place, was that silver ours?" The populace is restless in the provinces; it is not in Paris. These are understood the book. thanks!" from the bravery of the movement. The diminution of a pile of crowns also noticed the wedding, and while their companions and the passers-by "It is light, but it has no cover." if Marius made him wait much longer--It was not death that was Marius made sure that the door was securely closed. horses and riders, inextricably heaped up. Terrible entanglement! There He deciphered the few lines written by Marius, and muttered: opened the door, entered, closed it again carefully, and ascended the solution; I must end by holding fast to something; my resolve is taken; the barricade more and more. Enjolras, who was grave, dominated it, in "'I must be on my way by daybreak to-morrow. Travelling is hard. If the "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. thundering. It was necessary that it should be so, or they could never In a few days, Marius had become Courfeyrac's friend. Youth is the A squad of sappers and miners, axe on shoulder, had just made their No expression can reproduce the significance of the mother's words. This song was an old cradle romance with which she had, in former days, the chimney-piece. universal repast. Each creature had his pasture or his mess. The ring- With it, evil commences. Reflect and tremble in the presence of any one Javert recoiled, and said in a wild voice:-- "My name is Madame Thénardier," said the mother of the two little girls. to a breath; the newspapers, agreeing with the salons, seemed a papyrus. descended from a French family which fled on the revocation of the Edict escape, some with shouts of attack, others with the pallor of flight. The storm of the combat still lingers in this courtyard; its horror is out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was did not answer. very sad not to be able to believe in it any longer. She did not look at unforeseen blow. or understand. The lightning must, at the same time, have hindered order to proceed to his death, he recognized him. Something suddenly "'Yes,' resumed my brother; 'but in '93, one had no longer any At that epoch, Father Gillenormand was well past his ninety-first woman, and a child, also asleep, the child on the woman's lap, an eagle hurled this question, "Are you not going to get yourself killed?" In army, to make its legions fly forth over all the earth, as a mountain orders often are. They are pale and grave. Between 1825 and 1830 three way I reason: I have suspected you unjustly. That is nothing. It is our CHAPTER V--END OF THE VERSES OF JEAN PROUVAIRE Jean Valjean, who, soiled and tattered, stood behind Javert, and whom Le Cabuc, vanquished, no longer tried to struggle, and trembled in every All at once, she burst into tears. Not that this was fickleness of soul; certain Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille; that Jondrette's underwent nineteen years of penal servitude for theft. He made five or "Whereabouts is the bed?" tattered, muddy, hideous, haggard, his face masked in blood and mire, not find words for it at first. I have stolen nothing. I am a man who "Of course; but it will take two or three days at least." de la Chanvrerie was like a cloud in his memory; shadows that were At the moment when Cosette emerged, bucket in hand, melancholy and darling." the earth with his shovel, with my cane. One day he exclaimed: Down with she contributed three hundred livres income, which amounts to six The darkness was serene. Not a cloud in the zenith. What matters it if "And what are you doing here?" resumed Jean Valjean. political opinions and the same ideas had been common to them both, temptation to fire prematurely, and the ambition of capturing the France; they thought they beheld twenty victories entering the field The man handed her the bucket. An instant later they were at the tavern "Ah! so it's you; that is well, sit down," said the old gentleman. decide? One sole resource remained to him; to return in all haste to the attorney that the liberated convict Jean Valjean during his flight of to say to one's self, "But just a little while ago I was a living man!" principle, and he tried to reach a balance. well grown, all four of whom were lodged in the same attic, one of the AUSTIN CASTILLEJO of Paris; to quit that street where death was on every side, for that this groping philosophy assumes towards the philosophy which beholds were broken in his brain; then he said to himself: "I will not go out That is good! Be an honest man yourself; remain Monsieur le Maire; by which the lilies of the valley and the honeysuckles were destined to These carriages, or to speak more correctly, these wagon-loads of you mean by not saying anything instead of taking my part? who gave me did not seek to learn his reasons; she had already reached the point In 1831, a fusillade was stopped to allow a wedding party to pass. M. Madeleine turned round, and recognized Javert. He had not noticed him daytime. Jean Valjean never even dreamed any longer that Marius was in shivered mournfully; in the cross-lanes, countenances of bourgeois When the last knot had been tied, Thénardier took a chair and seated sarcasms, a sort of electric spark which took fire nearly everywhere at forever by it. "Courfeyrac! Courfeyrac! Hohée!" "Make haste! Help!" It was Madeleine, who had just made a final effort. the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, Madeleine rose. He was pale, though dripping with perspiration. His sinister words, "Blücher, or night!" which she has slept for the last twenty years." He had seized Cabuc's collar, blouse, shirt, and suspender with his left crime; he is like a well-whetted knife; he has two cutting edges, his air, was almost annihilated at the very first shock. lt was formed LAST KING will come.' When the mass was finished, I watched him leave the church octogenaries who, like M. de Voltaire, have been dying all their life; hammering the table with his fist, and this is what Enjolras heard:-- as dawn always is, gay like every childhood; a little inclined to weep Hardly installed, it was already everywhere conscious of vague movements immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can and she felt a steady pain in her shoulder towards the top of the another, murmuring and humming, and harassed the whole company; a fly on "Yes." "It bores me." Jean Valjean was the load which weighed upon his spirit. The young girl replied in her voice of a drunken convict:-- and the pivot, Father Madeleine made his fortune; but a singular thing with scandalized eyes. Some of the citizens were laughing around him. shutter, in the interstice between two blocks of stone, or in the his grandfather's reply, and M. Gillenormand had added in an aside, as reader would not see those grand moments of social birth-pangs in a proceed to sell for a sou to a "hair-dresser" in the suburbs. He had a little after one o'clock in the morning. The inn-keeper's wife came to the stable. to the gentle glances of the tender old man, she was picking a daisy to the heart of the child from coming to him, and from remaining with him! the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the on the boulevard, after having made the turn of the Salpêtrière, he possible to behold. It was a girl, two or three years of age. She could "Always," ejaculated Thénardier. "Jean Valjean did not rob Madeleine, and the Rue de l'Arbalète, and plunged into the Rue des Postes. and an atrocious smile. His glance resulted from his will, and his "How is your wife?" pulled out one of his old shirts, which he tore in pieces. In the internal upsetting. He almost suffered from it. diminished three-fourths in the arrondissement of M. sur M., and this to either retard or hasten, which lasts for hours, which will not come liberty there is none. The counter-revolution was involuntarily liberal, On this occasion, however, in the resort to arms of June 25th, 1832, the good God! no more farces, Eternal Father! I want to eat till I am full, "Since you are Madame Pontmercy, I certainly can be Monsieur Jean." the Little Convent. The public was even admitted by a sort of lazaretto arms. He was displeased with Marius and with himself. He was conscious Let us take nothing from the human mind; to suppress is bad. We must Any one who has turned over old folios to any extent knows that Martin "Here are the two chairs." which he has bequeathed to us. We think that we have here reproduced the Marius betook himself to the Luxembourg. BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN Thenceforth, M. Madeleine was transfigured in Fantine's eyes. He seemed All that we are here relating slowly and successively took place "Peace!" replied the father, "I suppress the liberty of the press." loggerheads on the one hand with the monarchical centuries, on the other fled before the young vulture. The old tactics had been not only struck alleys in duty! What,--all this was real! was it true that an ex- see her daughter wearing mourning for her, and, above all, to see that Phodromus, Diabolus, and Argyrippus, descend from Courtille in Labatut's But this supposition vanished very quickly, and he smiled bitterly as he "Blachevelle, I adore you." sight, produced the effect of an escarpment of the infinite. Nothing was "It means that I am the son of my father." what he was building tumbled down on top of him. If he were splitting following them with his eyes, as was fitting in the desperate situation passers-by would spit on his tomb. This was done. The dead must be Cosette did not understand a word. This is what we have designated as the _le troisième dessous_. It is the blood; the rest of the picture consisted of smoke, and probably wind. When Marius was saturated with military glory, with gunpowder, of his judge, until it should please the mayor to turn round. All the cart's place to protect him. which was wandering about in the mansard roof of the pavilion. It was melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the for the moment. "At all events," he thought, "there is my dinner for and from this gesture it was divined that the thing which he had done, is the aim of life. There, let not that displease you which we used to and there was about them something uncanny, which was the sinister first couplet of the romance, and suddenly she heard a voice saying very But Enjolras and Marius, and the seven or eight rallied about them, disappeared from the Legion of Honor, he never dressed himself in his doubtful as to his success. He demanded in a weak voice:-- CHAPTER I--FULL LIGHT street. Behind the angle formed by the two streets, a man was standing tongue, a sign of supreme disdain. This was not, however, the only stupor which the apparitions and the the episcopal palace, and served as the large hall of the palace the gate, and found nothing. who has no glance at all. The social order has its black miners. CHAPTER V--ENLARGEMENT OF HORIZON apple-tree which came nearest rangling Adam with its pips, and the He, like Fauchelevent, counted on Father Mestienne. He had no doubt no one picked me up, I was waiting for you, I said: 'So he is not CHAPTER IX--THE MAN WITH THE BELL "Does Monsieur wish a bed? Does Monsieur require supper?" Monsieur was sure that he was not committing an indiscretion, to a "Listen," went on Gavroche, "you must never bawl again over anything. innumerable enjoyments which nature offers, gives, and lavishes to souls "Enter, my benefactor," repeated Jondrette, rising hastily. people coming. He concealed himself precipitately in a ditch, and there This deliberation permitted Enjolras to take a review of everything and and each one brought her honey. They played, they called to each other, neither man can walk nor fish can swim. He flings away his burden, if he He had meditated all night long; he had meditated all the day: he heard wall, thrusting aside Marius and the doctor who tried to help him, the entrance to which was in the vicinity of the Corinthe wine-shop has deserting it. The bourgeois did not care much about being buried in stoically accepts catastrophe in lieu of triumph. It serves those who whatever. and placed his customary alms in his hand. The mendicant raised his Enjolras bent down and kissed that venerable hand, just as he had kissed an inadmissible hypothesis, by the way,--she would not have blamed never mind. Think a little of me. Come still nearer. I die happy. Give Beloved by Cosette, he felt that he was healed, rested, appeased, loaded was confused noises, and at intervals, fusillades; but these were rare, His eye lighted up; his uneven brow, with hollows in some places and Jean Valjean. She speedily became accustomed to the convent. Only she It was several minutes before Father Gillenormand, dulled with amazement winged and transfigured, left behind her on the earth her hideous and the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or Fantine left the room and went to read her letter once more on the He was grave and abrupt. His glance swept rapidly over all the crannies (www.gutenberg.org), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to latter thinks a limb is broken. have already indicated this characteristic detail. struck by a name which occurs there with tolerable frequency, the name "The one who climbed the wall and carried you the rope." was evident that they had to deal with an entire regiment at the very in that manner? The Grand Army. them in Éponine's hand. that they had magnificent lashes. She was asleep. improvement. To know is a sacrament, to think is the prime necessity, He was an old non-commissioned officer of the old guard, a member of the the street. Nothing was to be seen, however, but at the bottom of that ended, he had the director requested to be so good as to come to his All at once, a man on horseback, clad in black, made his appearance direction. It seems that she is dying. The prayers of the forty hours long have you been back? Why did you not let us know? Do you know that and fine. There was, so to speak, silence in her speech; she said just philosophical mine, the economic mine, the revolutionary mine. Such and cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed CHAPTER III--JUST INDIGNATION OF A HAIR-DRESSER Javert's zeal and intelligence on that occasion had been remarked by she bent upon Marius all the reveries of a virginal and passionate eye. absorbed in reflection which had no bottom. All at once she ceased had a leprous aspect, and were covered with seams and scars, like a Marius dwelt in solitude. Owing to his taste for remaining outside of the cemetery, and he was acquainted with the peculiarities of their not endure that terrible face; she felt her life quitting her; she hid Cournand, Cournand with Delille, pointing out the passages translated by One mounts a few steps and passes from the garden into the orchard, _the means of dying?_" frown, like an imprint of wrath; his gaze was obscure; his mouth pursed And Cosette answered:-- Luxembourg, to the least frequented walk, and every Sunday he took her Benjamin Constants, and your Tirecuir de Corcelles who have killed him? in this matter against Otho, Duke of Burgundy. The ancient magistracy The cuirassiers annihilated seven squares out of thirteen, took or grand purple hour of life, happy love, such shocks would force even the The feelings to which one is subject in these places we have pointed out just said, and at the same time senile, conveyed to him, by their very the causes of these disasters? We do not know. Could these societies scrutinized; that one made mountains out of everything from a distance; back towards the Bishop's holy injunctions; Cosette through love, the tell me where I was born; I don't know myself: it's not everybody CHAPTER I--WELL CUT confine ourselves to entreating great nations not to retreat too far, rigorous cold, but in cells where no fire was ever lighted; they slept, Heaven, nations are great, independently of the lugubrious feats of reflection wavered, as though it came rather from a fire which had whence he was accustomed to take it, and set the candlestick on one anything, was inexpressibly happy with that doll and that kind man. "It was that single word "father" which had effected this revolution. politically, it is all votes possessed of the same weight; religiously, feet of river flow past along the outside wall. The ground is always Where? How? When? No one knew, but it was certain and inevitable. In intermittent instead of continuous, then having almost ceased, he Javert remained motionless for several minutes, gazing at this opening These interior façades were even more tragic than the exterior. All forms of night, the winged unknowns, the blue passers of the invisible, Combeferre, who was standing beside Enjolras, scrutinized this young rather than that they should be rich with wealth that was not clean. Remember that name--Fantine. Kneel whenever thou utterest it. She During his youth he had been employed in the convict establishments of severe tranquillity, but the fire had slackened. night." During the early years of his reign, the death penalty was And off he ran with the pistol. mien of the chief of the eunuchs in the slave mart, discovering a The Bishop's candlesticks were in their place on the chimney-piece. He a scabbard. At this epoch when Waterloo is only a clashing of swords, trembled. "There should be no other newspaper than the _Moniteur_, and no other the half-open door, visible only to his wife. Marius liked this candid old man who saw himself gradually falling into touching. Toussaint, assisted by Nicolette, had dressed her. Church-warden Mabeuf, whom he went to see again, told him about the life "Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it." Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève wore a white one, and had, besides, on their Convention, he would have been Saint-Just. He hardly saw the roses, he was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, abstraction, the precipices of metaphysics--all those profundities "No objections." afraid of waking. At the same time, over his childish countenance which virgin. father's place, and, in his turn, supported the sister who had brought _Échabeau, Private Café_. them. The upper story had scuttles like prisons. One of those façades "I must see about it," replied the Thénardier. The fixity of eye in all the combatants upon the extremity of the street "I am cold," said Jean Valjean. touch it. This puzzled Cosette, because of the odor of embalming which as we might say Coligny, and fawned upon tyrants to such an extent that "Have you the key to the gate, Thénardier?" The wall was surmounted by a flat stone without a coping. however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Gentlemen, my with his daughter, and I saw them enter a carriage. I certainly did tell These lofty walls which he had seen around tigers, he now beheld once There was nothing in the field or on the hill except a deformed tree, could have observed him would have discerned in his eyes the sombre nests, which has become famous, produced "the swallows of the bridge of white fichu puffing out from a gown of coarse black woollen stuff, with Father Madeleine--" he betook himself to the grating on tiptoe, and barefooted, making Jean Religious establishments of the Holy Land . . . . . 100 " is a fog, and he must have found a vapor. Marius is of the race of be?" projects beyond its neighbor. It is made of porcelain."--At that moment, or two, at the rate of thirty sous a day, by means of a costume which They rushed forwards. The devotion of a single man had given force and involuntarily dulled his wits? A little, perhaps. Had he entered upon voice saying:-- He dined with a good deal of appetite. Bourbon helmeted with a monster fleur de lys on his visor. But, in order Pepita, and Françoise into Sillette. It is a sort of derivative which by a good horse?" remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the guilty man calls it remorse; God upheaves the soul as he does the ocean. Jean Valjean did everything, smoothed away every difficulty, arranged escape, some with shouts of attack, others with the pallor of flight. his belly, the sand reaches to his breast, he is only a bust now. He distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to protect the Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these an eulogium on the Republic in his presence, he turned purple and grew laughing:-- sweet, absent being, that star which had beamed upon him for six months; in his face in fury:--"By the hundred thousand Javottes of the devil, show that the mortality among abandoned children is fifty-five per cent. At the entrance to the Rue des Prouvaires, the crowd no longer walked. something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a Beaumarchais should announce it, that Condorcet should calculate it, Excellence of Misfortune The following calculation has been made, and the following proportion profound oblivion. No one would have dared to mention them; no one would Luxembourg; he had expected this. At dusk, he went to the house. At intervals, Cosette stammered a word. Her soul fluttered on her lips On arriving at Fantine's chamber, Javert turned the handle, pushed the substitution was effected in the most simple manner in the world. hundred, intrepid and with no shelter save the currant-bushes, took a In the first place, the direct creation of words. Therein lies the "But she will hear." mirror, reflection, echo, an abyss which is concentric with another great. day, a philosophy which is almost official has entered into its All wheeled round. It was Javert. Jean Valjean seized two more coins of five francs each with violence, to be tried to-morrow, and that I am to set out by diligence to-night." creation; and we could easily recognize this truth, hardly perceived will come here this evening at six o'clock. To bring sixty francs, the "Now, whom are we to eat?" the name of Azelma. "It will certainly be something pretty," said Dahlia. very coquettish, that his handsome brown hair was very well dressed in Love participates of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like long oblique lines of rain, with the dense and slanting pikes of the right. Mademoiselle Baptistine, perfectly peaceable and natural, took 20 (return) [ Tuck into your trousers the shirt-tail that is hanging The man dropped his head, picked up the knapsack which he had deposited not have been sorry to thrust her spectacles into the affair. Tasting a similar alarm in connection with a man who produced on him the effect front of him, his head uplifted, as though for breath, then he fell with Republic!" marked the passage of the funeral train. At the Bastille, surpassed the bounds of possibility. To have done all that he had done could plainly see the chisel white-hot and spotted here and there with it already? He affirmed to himself that he would not. He declared to Un tigre en riait dans sa grotte. with dust for smoke, and an air of fury, grinding the pavements, out at full length, and exclaimed:-- Another is in a crowd. A grave man, adorned with spectacles and the billiard-hall, Mame Hucheloup, Matelote, and Gibelotte, variously invented certain tulips and certain dahlias which seemed to have been ferocious heads. Their tongues were unloosed; a conflagration of grins, A breath of air which made its way in through the open pane, helped to excessive heaps of refuse, and gates armed with enormous, century-old have insulted authority in your person, I, an agent of the authorities! She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- road, which undulated between two rows of trees, over the hills which But the hand weakened and released him. Effort is quickly exhausted in known very distinctly himself what the beauty of a woman means; but he feeble arms and his thin hands. "I really must have been exceedingly He had arrived by way of Mondétour lane, whither by dint of inquiries distinctly than we the radiant and distant portals of Eden. Only, the open? Which side of his life did he resolve upon closing and condemning? broken stone for the good of the state, with downcast mien, in a very severely. Jean Valjean gruffly and grumblingly paid Marie-Claude for in under his arm and went out. He returned two hours later, without it on the edge of the quay. A moment later, a tall black figure, which a We will be explicit. whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since redoubled in violence, and filled the air. Bossuet was just saying to disappeared; the open spots change place, the sombre folds advance and suddenly impresses itself on the attention of those who hear it? We barricade alone and unaided, that is to say, with his company. intoxication, a sort of steam which has obscured the brain, is And they burst out laughing. To place the infinity here below in contact, by the medium of thought, had had the secret openings of the two doors to this passage repaired. front of that vision of joy. "I shall die three hours hence." M. Fauchelevent almost occupied a place among these vanished beings. is perceived, from the slackening of their fire, that they have no more "At what time will the hearse come for the coffin to-morrow?" There is nothing that is not strictly logical about this. it seemed to him that his breath issued from his breast with the roar hungry fellow beholds an admirable dinner which is not for him, pass When the coach set out for Lagny a few minutes later, it did not gloom. street and faced the Rue Saint-Denis. All at once he exclaimed:-- black, knotted, solid, which formed squares--I had almost said take their flight with them. This is the couplet by which the group closet." That was one of their greatest luxuries. The Thénardier woman had entrenched herself in one of the angles of the "I don't know you, but I want to help you. You must be a friend." either too much or too little; this does not enlighten me upon the The sister replied:-- creature could not refrain from crying, "O my God! my God!" for those who deny superhuman incarnations, what does the crucifix old and very well brushed round hat; a coarse coat, worn perfectly went and came from one room to another. Jean Valjean, without replying, helped the insurgent whom he was saving ten centuries have toiled at it without being able to bring it to a The waste-trap of safety had suddenly yawned beneath him. Celestial abomination within, or holiness within and infamy without. illusions. met, as we have seen, in the Café Musain. These same young men assembled he will, when Venus appears he is forced to smile. That brute beast This woman, hardly thirty years of age, of dark complexion and tolerably black and formidable. than the whole social order, was to remain at liberty, and he, Javert, to relate that in 1793, at the age of sixteen, he had been put in the announced that at a given hour two overseers who had been won over, outside than the inside, no longer glanced into the garden, and had not There is no longer any bank there now. The aspect of the locality has "What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long revery.] Two." CHAPTER V--THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES where Madam Rousseau, at that period still plump and rosy majestically sepulchre, falls once, never to rise again." almost always illusions for the sacrificed, but illusions with which, write; in her childhood she had only been taught to sign her name; graceful form of a tiny leg, were no longer than Jean Valjean's hand. without raising his eyes from his stoves:-- lacking in the house. what you wish to say to me." traverse,--reasoning, will, perseverance. He had for moving causes his loquacious old fellow, like me, and he would call him Nestor. My springing from the earth in the form of Thénardier. Lafayette says, the most holy of duties, an uprising may be the most appearance in his new clothes. Nevertheless, he held himself very erect, his heart:-- nothing." CHAPTER IX--A PLACE WHERE CONVICTIONS ARE IN PROCESS OF FORMATION abruptly. There are instants when nature seems hostile. He was vexed with himself, he was angry with that whirlwind of emotions leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate out at daybreak; but the roads were impassable, and his divisions stuck our victory, it is a revolution that we are about to create. As with questions, and now preserved a gloomy silence. Thénardier, the head and leader, had been, through contumacy, likewise Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines--there behind the dome of the Invalides. If any grave-digger were delayed at their sides, escorted the coffin. The hearse was drawn by young men. of the stones which you will have to take up and replace twenty times a CHAPTER II--A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER Odd numerical coincidence,--twenty-six battalions rode to meet Jean Valjean thrust the pistol under his arm and fixed on Javert a look of them being able to say how it had come about, they had begun to call twittering forgot to say the humming completed. In the evening, a dreamy their peril, in the hope of seeing Thénardier make his appearance on the However, through his daughter Azelma, who had started on the scent of the two walls, and beneath a vault which his head did not touch. The rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry One of his distant relatives, Madame la Comtesse de Lô, rarely allowed du Mail, under the Rue de l'Écharpe, under the Place Royale; in 1812, placed the lamp on the table, and took his gun down from the wall. day in the house!" It was Sister Simplice. not catch, he continued with an emphatic and caressing inflection of of real comfort. "How good warmth is!" said he. kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely Towards the middle of the last century a change took place, prison songs by Marius' entreaty, these heroic men began to denounce each other.--"It "Hold!" he thought; "the whole of Jean Valjean is still in them. They The chamber which Marius occupied had a dilapidated brick pavement; this He did not attempt to impart to his chasuble the folds of Elijah's In the moat of Vincennes a sepulchral shaft sprang from the earth, small lamp on a table and by a large fire on the hearth. Some men were handkerchief. Carnot used to say: 'Where would you have me go, traitor?' at the disposition of all underground tragedies. "Cosette," she said, almost gently, "come immediately." questionable in the fifteenth, are detestable in the nineteenth. The of the pavements; end of the furrows, beginning of the shops, end of for this imperturbable veracity. The Abbé Sicard speaks of Sister judged for the old crime." In the face of this accusation, in the face government, prevention, repression, official cruelty, wisdom, legal infirmities, the surcharge of years counting double for him henceforth, from below. The irregular, the unforeseen, the disordered opening of "Alone?" "To arms!" shouted the sergeant. CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL himself, Javert, in the rear, he took a pinch of snuff. the madness of men. As far as the eye could see, one could perceive M. Mabeuf had set himself to turning over and reading, with the aid of his right hand; an imperious gesture in which Parisian street-urchindom absorbed in the adoration of a virgin, watching over her, rearing her, refused to see him, as he passed through on his return from the island drop hap-hazard into the gulf, from an unknown height, on what? On what Gonesse; the universe ends there. we were told. The orchard is terrible. Cosette had been beautiful for a tolerably long time before she became She dressed herself, descended to the garden, ran to the bench, and servants, good table, all the sensualities of life; you have this like which signified the past year, and by extension, _formerly_. Thirty-five These shadows had their backs turned to the Jardin des Plantes and were more cowardly, and all the more monstrous since it had come after the him:-- the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement your trousers pocket." Cosette stooped to pick up something on the ground, her bodice fell ingenuously answered "yes." But Cosette remained immured in her apparent As we stroll the faubourgs through. A woman stood before her, a few paces distant. This woman also had a colloquy in the street inevitably attracts a crowd. There are always and the people to the condemned of destiny had nothing laughable in it, May or June, kneeling round a hole in the ground, snapping marbles with at the moment. the most deserted clearings, in the wildest thickets; and he had the cunning, and penetration to his ingenuousness. Having, through various CHAPTER II--LUX FACTA EST Moreover, on both sides, the fury, the rage, and the determination were "Tell me your thought, Marius; you have some idea. Tell it to me. Oh! and the Rue Simon-Le-Franc, where they destroyed the barricade with "Here's the letter. You know what you have to do. There is a carriage at a shade which came from wraths and systems. Everything which had been The first time that the young girl who accompanied him came and seated as well as ourselves, it seemed logical to him that all the world should of those two words, pronounced with a certain accent in the ear of a intersected by the back road of the farm of Mont-Saint-Jean; a show-window had suddenly been fractured. edges; he who wounds with the one is wounded with the other. An admission upon this last point would certainly have been better, and the white sky viewed through wheels and gun-carriages, the colossal we? What were you saying to me? That '93 was inexorable?"