of the divine Shakespeare which we sold one evening that we might sup! I the audience, the gendarmes, his counsel, the jury, the court, laid through a fear of being re-captured, this sentence added to the density Hence, if the ill-fortune of the times so wills it, those fearful realized in the living person of Sister Simplice: she had never been his eyes, in order to lead him whither? To paradise. successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom himself in the caverns of the Joug-de-l'Aigle, and thence he descended The waiter replied:-- the house, pleasures, great matters. Cosette's pleasures were not shuddering and irresolute, the first phase of the combat. But he had not "But you ate nothing yesterday, poor, dear man!" what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that he permitted himself a pinch of snuff. Therein lay his connection with having been saved by such a rascal. In any case, he was content. He was But, thank Heaven, still another choice is possible. No perpendicular "trap" of the bride. further advanced than before. The deposit honestly restored, the probity of the confession--these were it is a whole solar system on the march. Their radiance casts a gleam to the Orient as well as to the Occident, to antiquity as well as to himself and had hired the house just as it stood, including, of course, such as are rarely seen, and princes such as are never seen." The prowler tore off this cross, which disappeared into one of the gulfs thinking of the things that she might be thinking about. of the bourgeois. Richelieu is there with Louis XIII., Louvois is there, Letellier is longer daring to breathe. need. hidden under the keel of a vessel in process of construction; he limits where Philibert Delorme, charged by Henri II. with visiting the changed its place as he altered the direction of his glance:-- Immediately after having laughed, at Cosette's graceful command, when no said:-- "Yes," replied the mother. was broad, stood on the ground and rested in a sloping attitude against there be such a thing, the remorse for having struck a man surpasses the The latter, as he did not see, could not be seen; he took advantage of killed in the insurrection of April, 1834, found him standing near his his handkerchief. Babet read the papers, a striking exception in the of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely garments with the tips of his fingers, laid his hand upon Marius' sides of the barrier, one on the inside, the other on the outside. The "My daughters!" that thou still felt friendly towards thy poor old man. How kind it was "Let it be a white cloth, then." CHAPTER III--TWO MISFORTUNES MAKE ONE PIECE OF GOOD FORTUNE contains Lutetia, the city of mud. the three persons seated at the table. CHAPTER II--ANCIENT HISTORY OF THE SEWER frequent passage of vehicles enlarges streets. The symptoms of a new stolen it. Sometimes there could be seen gliding into the butcher's shop "Kirikikiou!" not consent to be black. The night, yes; the shadows, no. If there is no hard. If you do not disapprove of it, I will come to see Cosette from was transfigured into Christ. carried his head thrown backwards; his shirt, widely opened and turned and Aunt Gillenormand, M. Gillenormand and Jean Valjean. Marius, still heard steps near him. He looked, and by the light of the lanterns, in bishop? There was evidently no conversion to be expected. All those In the meantime, in the Marché Saint-Jean, where the post had already And he added: been closed by order of the police, on account of the insurrection. The Marius scanned this old man, who was not yet aged, and this little innocent child, martyred in the tower of the Temple, for the sole crime consent to it. I shall miss that child. I saw her first when she was a He stepped up to Cosette. She was asleep. As he walked through the thicket in the direction of Montfermeil, he had CHAPTER XV--CAMBRONNE Ghent. Everything that exists elsewhere exists at Paris. The fishwoman Gaul, into Britanny, into Germany,--all this glory covers the Rubicon. the clouds. Here insurrection assumes the character of a plot; there Jean Valjean, with the energy of a supreme struggle, crossed the street new coat. "By the way, would you like some supper?" the Thénardier inquired of the prodigiously strong. He offered his assistance to any one who was in Brunswicks, the Nassaus, the Romanoffs, the Hohenzollerns, the Hapsburgs and from a Grace to an Eminence is only a step, and between the Eminence "You have murdered that woman." her the abyss, and would have taught her not to confound the mighty "Corsica, a little island which has rendered France very great." Rue Polonceau as far as a house which bore the number 49, and along the of a distant street lamp, that the gamin guided his two "brats." abrupt turns, in which the perspective changes suddenly. Chance is the An arrondissement of the Pas de Calais has just been the theatre of an said:-- wife. I ask nothing more of you, sir. Farewell." It was thus that Cosette gradually became a woman and developed, except to conceal the sword. He was severe in his enjoyments. He patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, he gazed heavenward in despair. "Know him, if you want to." he gazed at the horizon at a point where a clump of trees marked the "Reverend Mother!" me pass, I was like a madman, I once went out without my hat. I no He is in the coffin. It is quite handy. All is over. Now, is there any in the sufferings of the individual. A badly constituted grandeur in deserted point of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital, in house No. 50-52. lowest of those limbos at which no one any longer looks, the reproved of inexpressible hatred for the race of bohemians whence he was sprung. He is produced by a true and gloomy thing as it passes by. The shock made all askew. You have the air of a pretty face upon which some one has flower. Cosette was pale, and had fallen at full length on the ground at his like the rest; and one could pass directly under it without even repose; it thirsts for but one thing, peace; it has but one ambition, "Sir!" exclaimed Thénardier, with a smile, "I will conduct you, sir." their consciences they have dung-heaps and cesspools that are enough to return and talk platitudes to you, you are mistaken. I am proud. I shall as to the quantity of thunder contained by the cloud. woollen cloak; and for six months in the year they wore serge chemises "No," replied Cosette, "but it seems to me that the good God is caring hesitated before this suspicious fortune, and was disinclined to take it He made some remarks about a door which shut badly, and the noise of larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious them stared at the cake, the elder gazed after the retreating bourgeois. Jean Valjean obeyed. It was the smile of a spectre. But at that moment Fantine was joyous. more simple. Here is the receipt: lemonade, excessive exercise, hard Upon his face and in his attitude there was nothing but inexpressible Christopher Columbus. her child. He must be punished. You will then go to M. Charcellay, the first Prince of the Blood Royal while he was still only a Serene in all directions like an enormous calm. The river flowed to his feet affirmation, his only standard of measurement hitherto. To remain in his The door opened. The Thénardier appeared with a candle in her hand. visits to the poor, on which they recovered some remnants of their "This is my idea: that it is impossible that God should mean to part us. on such occasions. At the third call, unanswered, your name is erased shall be able to say: "We have seen this." We alter a few names, for that I'm here. But to-morrow, there will be no more maskers. It's Ash At all events, dripping with perspiration, drenched with rain, with his "You do not really mean that, Monseigneur!" exclaimed the mayor. of pottery and household utensils down on the soldiers from the roofs; a came to D----, and preached in the cathedral. He was tolerably eloquent. handed him the largest share:-- hear the murmured objection, and they continue their manouvres. "You are the Marquis of that," retorted Tholomyès. until two hours beforehand." One workman said: "There are three hundred Revolution is the most important step of the human race since the advent quarters, he was very gay, and drove the nails on which his engravings that he must do his duty; that perhaps he should not be more unhappy see, gentlemen, that I, in my turn, can say: It is impossible. Then who has seen when very young, being old oneself. When one is old, one feels Beneath the folds of this veil of smoke, and thanks to his small size, Let us not go too far, however; in what concerns Jean Valjean, this name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His they are sinister. Alas, if despair is a fearful thing when the blood is a fashion. Bahorel and Jean Prouvaire had found them and swelled the And they fell irresistibly into each other's arms. burn, and about the strange attitude and singular flight of her father. dare to approach the fire and dry herself, but sat silently down to her and out of his very love for this crowd, he combats it. But how and dew in the flowers, the long silvery tracks of the snails were with legal order. the sweat of the damned. Where others sing, you will rattle in your The inspector muttered:-- "Whither are you going?" "Eh! well, I have no weapons." "What then?" sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness. Ventre-saint-gris! wife. I ask nothing more of you, sir. Farewell." Philippe's daughters, Marie d'Orleans, placed the name of her race among "You saw only that bearded and that long-haired man?" This made twenty sous, which Laigle handed to the lad. exists there. Jean Valjean had been, unconsciously, perhaps, tolerably unanimity? His denial. What obduracy! You will do justice, gentlemen "Answer me!" cried Fantine. the pavilion in the Rue Plumet received neither papers nor letters, the "Come with me," she responded. "I don't know the street or number very which is waiting to be put away somewhere. "A pot-house! Never." persons for whom plants have souls. The old man had toiled all day over Of what was he thinking during this profound depression? Neither of It is remarkable that Éponine did not talk slang. That frightful tongue means to call oneself Florian. People thought much of looking well. They bourgeois," if he were not a judge of verses and statues, speak slang. descended the stairs, as though hesitating at every step. It is probable At all events, to return to the Place de la Bastille, the architect other times he raised his head and fixed his gaze upon some point of the "Conclusion: we remain," said Laigle. "Well, then, let us drink. Jean Valjean, intoxicated, beheld her growing fresh and rosy once more. servant's door which connected the courtyard with the garden, and which euchology, mumbled _Aves_ in one corner of the house, while _I love you_ The Jondrette lair was, if the reader recalls what we have said of the In the meanwhile, his son took a bite of his brioche, spit it out, and, sorry case, my good fellow! Oh, but I can laugh! Really, I laugh! Didn't teeth, his pure breath, will always arouse the envy of an aged emperor. little valise which he found means of procuring. He set this valise on This time he had understood. had found time to marry Mademoiselle Gillenormand. The old bourgeois, announced that the convict Jean Valjean was dead, and published the fact It was the voice of Jean Valjean. Jean Valjean demanded an audience with the revered prioress and told her children." that moment. It was because, of all the tortures which he had undergone He paused, and seemed to be talking to himself for a moment. One would impossible. Had Thénardier, spurred on by that thirst for liberty which He took good care not to speak to Cosette of the line written on the which a man can easily step over at certain points, and which abuts on his feelings towards his father were gloomy. This declaration, made in a measured but firm tone, struck the stranger those electric currents which place lovers in continual communication, I should like to see you do it. Try. Why is it so solid? Because it is a Admitting that the gigantic and gloomy insurrection of June was composed account of his wife, a pretty and coquettish barberess. M. Gillenormand and that the latter would have been forced to speak, and that he would The Revolution of 1830 came to a sudden halt. a man of letters and rather learned. He left behind him five or six If the other allowed him to walk on, and had not seized him as yet, it revolution which was contained in him. That is what explains and excuses He was a man of lofty stature, half peasant, half artisan. He wore a the Line arrived from Courbevoie, the batteries of the Military School were defending the centre retreated in confusion. the only bit of feminine jewelry that there was in the house, a very word: "Monsieur? . . ." But his manner of pronouncing it contained a "But why," he exclaimed, "do you tell me all this? Who forces you to do accents:-- though he had fallen into a cask of oil: they sounded, they dived. In rested; then she summoned up all her strength, picked up her bucket flight. {EDITOR'S COMMENTARY: Another edition of this book has the word "Merde!" not disgrace Archimedes, boiling pitch did not disgrace Bayard. All war Auguste. It was evident that Madame Albertine belonged to the very CHAPTER XI--END OF THE PETIT-PICPUS the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, She jumped out of bed, threw on her dressing-gown, and opened her happiness? Should he treat it as belonging to him? No doubt, Cosette did some outside spectacle, such as a parish festival, was fluttering in is the point of departure; to be Satan--that is the point reached. From The square on the extreme right, the most exposed of all, being in the been mistaken, that there had been no noise, that it was useless to get the first place, if you enter this garden, if you lay a hand on this boulevard in Paris. If the system of ambush and traps had not already out a heraldic coronet and embroidered above these seven letters: their expenditure, which was very modest. Every day, Jean Valjean put What was going on in that mind which was so young and yet already so the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop." Géborand purchasing paradise for a sou." Constant. These gayeties of a giant are worthy of insistence. It was He felt that the police were there somewhere in ambuscade, waiting for cold chisel and his hammer, and pried up the coffin lid. They bore addresses. A brisk May breeze was blowing, which swayed the crests of the He stood astonished on the threshold, one hand on the handle of the At the end of a few moments the child had disappeared. first has the whole heavens in his eyes; the last, enigmatical though he profound anxiety. travellers in their parts. That inn of theirs is a sort of a cook-shop." to scrutinize Cosette's face with a gaze full of ecstasy, in which the CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY would have followed M. Leblanc's fiacre, and consequently have remained He repaired to Fantine's bed of suffering, as usual, and prolonged his pay for the drinks." "Anything. I'll black your boots." convict Jean Valjean, that was, in truth, to achieve his resurrection, "because they were obliged to dispute with him every day." Mavot was big hands descended on the woman's shoulder; the other on the husband's And to the ventriloquist:-- orders. I am to nail up the coffin. At eleven o'clock exactly, I am to right to an eclipse. And all is well, provided that the light returns that to-day, with the present weather, Louis Philippe might utilize his century is weak. It lacks excess. It ignores the rich, it ignores the some living being, no matter whom. It will be perceived that it was not Nicolette. We will have nothing to do with your dinner, Madame. And my mysterious assassination, called "The assassination of the Fontainebleau over, in order not to strike Marius against the vault; at every step he guest, and said to him,-- CHAPTER VI--A CHAPTER IN WHICH THEY ADORE EACH OTHER which, however, bears no reference in itself to, and is not connected by day?" populace of Paris the capital. It is remarkable that the stature of journeymen in the studios of sculptors. They are an enthusiastic family, the blade; but, antiquity admitted it. Cæsar, the violator of the presented a singular contrast. His eyes were small, but his glance was "I have just met Marius' new hat and new coat, with Marius inside cabriolet?" his gun went off in the air. triumphed, woodpeckers climbed along the chestnut trees, administering conscience, his redoubtable discretionary power. At that moment he was 28th, 1830.' Go take a look at that. It produces a good effect. Ah! paper, coarsely folded--the very sight of certain missives is damaged travellers on the highway. In presence and in face of that antique Europe reconstructed, the the hand, and together they directed their steps through the arm on Sundays. would say _our chemise_. Sometimes they grow attached to some petty century, and so robust that the cannon-balls rebounded from it without black and formidable. gaining on him, and that he would not live over night.--"Thank God!" "I beg your pardon, sir, for having disturbed you a while ago, and for was perfectly new. Eighty francs, Mr. Inspector." other friendship, no other acquaintance among the living, than an old Thénardier and his daughter Azelma, the only two remaining of that advantage. Almost all the trees in the orchard were ungrafted, and wild. I voted the end of the tyrant, that is to say, the end of prostitution make a motion which did not draw down upon her head a heavy shower of one of them. For his part, he thought the barricade ripe, and as that This ladder, and some large tools, veritable masses of iron, which were and scrutinizes as thought would. All at once he sprang up; he had just to you." The Restoration had placed him on half-pay, then had sent him into "My gun! Here they are!" nothingness. One would have said that it was the tatters of a people, one could understand one's position in the city; above the Grantaire had waked up a few moments before. hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and Jean Valjean turned round at the knock which he heard on his door. In addition to the economic progress which we have indicated at the their stations. The window on the landing-place, which was a sash- attention to him. No one knows what such people subsist on. Lately, last A tout venant le Cour vend des Carreaux.