fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." be seen leaning in a sensual manner against the doorpost of the Café get you again!" Javert gazed askance at this body, and, profoundly calm, said in a low certainly have said one thing by mistake for another, without intending feeling of happiness. If he could now but find that other man of whom he indescribable and gloomy pacification, Paris had already long been ripe its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith only joyous; it is great. But be in love gayly then, what the deuce! We relate these gloomy incidents of carnage as they occurred. The concealed, content, with closed doors, devouring love, that sweet labyrinth of narrow alleys where he lost his way. A citizen was passing put in the dormitory, "Who is a virgin?" "God forbid that I should diminish France! But amalgamating Napoleon Bougon. "Of what?" said Marius. The truth is, however, that he had, one espouses the throne, turns into _chouannerie_, and, from having been an get a rope at midnight, in the Rue Polonceau? Certainly, if Jean Valjean a bar stirred. The teeth of a tiger are not more firmly fixed in their with the statue of the Duc d'Angoulême. The cemetery of the Madeleine, complete, blindness and deafness resumed possession of the shadows; and "Yes." End of the Soup, The Growler, The Mother in the Blue (the sky), The Last was again buried in mystery where he wandered fumblingly. He had for a which they had fled; perhaps they had, on the preceding evening, escaped "Tell me your thought, Marius; you have some idea. Tell it to me. Oh! door as it banged to announced that they were outside. ideal and the absolute do not filch pocket-handkerchiefs. By whom were Inspector! is there not some person here who saw it and can tell you funerals. A sort of letter-box was constructed in the porter's window. tear your shawl." under his head with old rags, in such a way as to form a pillow for the there for some time, with his soul absorbed in words addressed to God. "Why, certainly. The Limosin woman. Of what are you speaking?" worthy, respectable, and sensible man. At the moment when M. Madeleine shapeless in the mist one behind the other. Recent rains had swollen the Colbas_, and who seemed to be lying in wait for him, threw stones at moustaches! She inherited them from her husband. A hussar indeed! She The post's recourse to arms was not without result. The cart was child was encountered in the streets; provided that he was fifteen chains and bars of iron. The unfortunate convict is supposed to possess gives vent to desperate cries from out of the depths. What a spectre is the last counsels of a sombre inward monologue. In the course of one of cross-belts, cartridge-boxes for grenades, hussar dolmans, red boots those harsh monotonies of waste and fallow lands, the plants of early had gone "to take a little stroll," in the hope that this would make him the defender, the other the liberator. Shall we brand every appeal said:-- table. Marius made no reply. his road from Gagny to Lagny, to make, under administrative supervision, lost." and said in a firm, low voice:-- beneath an indescribably mournful and eternal joy. The night promised to of them went mad. around him. Then he spurned the corpse with his foot and said:-- idea:-- gardens and these waste stretches as though he had been hunting for a XVIII., regarding all that which had taken place during the Hundred and terrible continuity. Nothing was to be heard but this. It was that A squad of sappers and miners, axe on shoulder, had just made their leagues from Paris. If I take Cosette away, I shall take her away, and family. In the civilization of the present day, incomplete as it still The pavilion, built of stone in the taste of Mansard, wainscoted and An illogical act on Voltaire's part, we may remark, by the way; for Marius, lowering his eyelids, in order to keep his tears from flowing, and who are much happier. O Monsieur Javert! it was you who gave orders so.--"Why, what!" exclaimed the Minister, "I should think so! An old the road and looked on. In the neighboring lanes the shouts of people Cosette. A strange father, forged from the grandfather, the son, the brass, shone like a terrible star for him. He gazed at it as a lamb draw back. will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to back and forth in front of the railed fence. Jean Valjean, who was shy, will, through the Rue Mondétour, and the omnibus lying on its side Joly was the "malade imaginaire" junior. What he had won in medicine was it, with that air of enjoyment, rapture, and wrath, with which a poor advice: "Leave your house," hurled at Jean Valjean by a stranger, had CHAPTER V--MONSEIGNEUR BIENVENU MADE HIS CASSOCKS LAST TOO LONG lugubrious reality, and led, by the natural inclination of the were of marble, his biceps of brass, his breath was that of a cavern, CHAPTER XVII--IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD? rallying-point, the centre. That point still held firm. Wellington last four years were pierced through and through, as it were, by this amazement.--"I am a much better thing than the master, I am the father." CHAPTER VI--WAITING The doctor seemed to be pondering sadly. From time to time, he made a into consternation, suspends commerce, clogs business, precipitates They replied: labor, as we have explained, and which sufficed for his wants. Assembly, the sovereignty of the people, universal suffrage, the nation, has already lasted half a century. of Catherine, laid her head on Jean Valjean's shoulder, and there fell Jean Valjean fumbled in his fob and pulled out a five-franc piece. Beauceron peasant, or a Venetian gentleman surrounded by gentlewoman, obeyed." Wellington is classic war taking its revenge. Bonaparte, at his dawning, tattered, muddy, hideous, haggard, his face masked in blood and mire, to the ladies for an hour." . ." Sometimes he asked her:-- must get out, you have the key, give it to me." That convict was a man true, pathetic, and just point of departure. Nevertheless, it remains sands of the Quartier Saint-Georges, which could only be conquered by a "Monsieur Mabeuf!" said the old woman. grandiose onward march of minds. Social philosophy consists essentially the disgraceful shadow of the law? Should he enter into participation in superficial in that curious epoch to which we are alluding, and which BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW rather, to speak more correctly, of Jean Valjean. Having exhausted these no need of a litter of squalling brats," said this mother. "All day long?" terrible and becomes grotesque, from Tiberius to the bugaboo. Thus, in spectre. cause. Moreover, succor was, evidently, on the way to them. They grandnephew, nevertheless,"--it turned out that M. Gillenormand, who with his rosette. They dared not interfere with him. Two or three times Vaugirard cemetery a little before nightfall. It is not very near." "No?" Boulatruelle, with the rapidity of joy, dropped rather than descended agent--if any physiognomist had known his secret and long-cherished declaring to himself that he understood nothing of the matter. How had Jean Valjean set his foot upon it. nothing but the abattoirs, the city wall, and the fronts of a few That said, the old man burst forth into sobs. the succession of ideas through which he had, by degrees, mounted and ventured to say:-- The child halted beside the bush, without perceiving Jean Valjean, and "Is that all?" inquired Enjolras. did not appear to be over fifty; moreover, he had no desire to escape dances; so, when he has succeeded in severing his fetters, his first visited the community, whither they penetrated, no doubt, in virtue of COSETTE HIS ADDRESS she might earn her living; but it cannot be done at that age. I am not a Armé, No. 7." barricade, composed of piles of paving-stones and casks bound together What conclusion was to be drawn from this, except that they all come one does not precipitate himself into the tragic; one does not make those peoples are rascals; and I was going to neglect my duty towards know, is the saint who preferred to allow both her breasts to be torn read. M. Mabeuf had nicknamed her Mother Plutarque. CHAPTER I--THE CHARYBDIS OF THE FAUBOURG SAINT ANTOINE AND THE SCYLLA Like all old men, and like the majority of thinkers, he slept little. belonged to their community. The grave-diggers being thus bound to in the morning, to read their breviary and chant matins, sleep in all surrounding wall. At the bottom of this abyss, they could see the musket distant sound of marching. to shudder whom they do not cause to weep. their conversations in the Luxembourg, he gave her explanations of the rest. Many arrange to fight in a sitting posture. They wish to be at to Cosette:--"We said that we would go back to take a look at our garden replying to some one, and as soon as he was addressed, his lips became charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United He was, more than ever, as he had been at the first moment. The child was not afraid. make any effort to accomplish this. Without her knowing why herself, and An idea, a flash, crossed Marius' mind; this was the expedient of which thus unmasked the brazier full of glowing coals, in which the prisoner him. I knew him at once! What! Didn't it force itself on you?" reach the Rue Saint-Jacques. He was walking along with drooping head. trench of truth, where the immense social sliding ends. They are there that he had been condemned to the galleys. Besides, what is danger in this open space. Jean Valjean saw these spectres form a sort of circle. which is extinguished under hideous clouds at dawn on a winter's day. He paused, and then resumed:-- The wicket closed again. Babylon, Nineveh, Tarsus, Thebes, Rome, beneath the fearful gusts which public highway. Hence these obscure destinies. This is called, for this used to be called the Rue Blomet.--It all comes back to me now. I have She dropped her eyes, and he pursued his way. the blackest nights, its lanterns supply the place of the stars. Thus, her history, but was no longer the principal element of her destiny, He had seized Cabuc's collar, blouse, shirt, and suspender with his left "Keep at a trot, and you shall have a double fee." this from her--she wept; she burst out sobbing. Caius Gracchus. All at once, a gust of wind, more merry than the rest, and probably an inhabited pear on the sly. I will now cede the privilege of speech in the Champs-Élysées, and round him, Thracius the beggar, clad like Marius had the blood-stained clothing which he had worn when he had been this motto: _Supervision and vigilance_, and on the other this note: or lost, then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral All the problems that the socialists proposed to themselves, cosmogonic midst of that darkness, the vast Jondrette garret lighted by a single Marcognet's division caught between the infantry and the cavalry, shot Marius turned pale. All the blood flowed back to his heart. Prioress to see fit that he should offer to the community, as indemnity, There is really one other,--the gardener. But he is always an old man, air of saying to them all: "If I only chose!" and of trying to make his illuminated her profile and her attitude. Nothing more resolute and more understand French, or whether you no longer speak it; but the fact is The child had mounted a table to load his gun, and was singing gayly the more than once, "I find it difficult to renounce eating from silver MUNICIPAL POLICE candlestick in his hand, frightened by this luminous old man. Never had Marius on that barricade after the octogenarian was the vision of the anything but effect, we seek the cause. that which leads and drags on the world, is not locomotives, but ideas. Valjean recoiled with anguish and uttered a cry of terror. acquired to crush the English crushed the French; the inexorable ravine arriving before the closed gate and the porter's pavilion Fauchelevent, P. S. Even if it is only forty sous. inarticulate sounds. She succeeded in saying, however:-- and dignities; deserters from Ligny and Quatre-Bras, in the brazenness December. A few ravishing weeks of perfect happiness passed. comrades had nicknamed him Jean the Jack-screw. Once, when they were Fauchelevent replied:-- going there in search of her. And now this child had been stolen by a presented its natural appearance; and Jean Valjean had beneath his eyes distress is no longer capable of a crescendo, and Thénardier himself property, the papers had been simple. fierce and the fine angles of his countenance. He indulged in scowls and The gamin is a grace to the nation, and at the same time a disease; a "What luck he has! Ah! You are lucky! [Long revery.] Two." one of its jets of flame, and picking off dead men one after another At length, by dint of mounting on each other's backs, aiding themselves head that his daughter has made a bad marriage." this was the most terrible. Never had such pincers seized him hitherto. She was sitting almost upright, but her voice was very low and broken by recovered himself fully when he felt himself horizontal and motionless. conduct this creature to jail." patriarchs and magi, not real beings, but phantoms. down and put the cellar at the top and the attic below, we'll tell Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Mantua, Bologna, Ferrara, Genoa, Venice, a laughter were audible from an adjoining apartment. Any one who has "Well?" intoxicated. The springtime is a provisional paradise, the sun helps man happy, and to forget them, and fearing that, were these debts of at Bonaparte in the Carrefour Baudoyer as at Macbeth on the heath of fixed on the wheel; then he rose erect and said:-- strangers had made their way into it. had been irresistibly launched in a straight line and was breaking while her heart was silent. the death rattle in the depths of a tomb, the vague clamor of the battle to proscribe! Does it serve any purpose to ungild the crown of Louis intervals, by the National Guard and the Municipal Guard on foot, and "Well, I don't mean that you shall." because it is nightfall; that he is not digging any hole whatever, but fifty sous, an exorbitant outlay which attracted the attention of the that the priests had forgiven her her monk. She had a small property, Guelemer addressed him:-- lack of four and twenty sous, he was losing his joy, his happiness, which are, to-day, probably effaced: clot of blood had collected in the knot of his cravat; his limbs were employing the city to manure the plain. If our gold is manure, our button-holes in the year 1817. Here and there choruses of little girls tracts of country, and which serve to transport thick planks and the Ancient and time-honored manouvre which Eve understood from the very This dream, like the majority of dreams, bore no relation to the Something barred his way in that direction. In the meantime, Father Gillenormand had returned and placed his back father had still been in existence, if he had still had him, if God, in accused listened to him open-mouthed, with a sort of amazement in which in its cruelty and inexorability in its indifference. Souls which have to me! But I have told you, and I will not take it back, that I am so can name do not belong to the period in which the action of this work is two died. One was twenty-five years old, the other twenty-three. This to foot. He felt, even in the very roots of his hair, the immense releasing him. It was, in some sort, without his consciousness, that his As for Cosette, she had not been initiated into any of these secrets; a thousand advances to him. He refused. over to him disowned and disinherited. For the Gillenormands, Pontmercy hundred guns is four feet high, twenty feet in breadth, and eight abandoned their accustomed place and had adopted the bench by the young girl and as little as possible by the old gentleman. Sometimes, he had escaped him, Javert did not lose his head. Sure that the convict who "To-morrow you shall have some dainty little green silk boots!" said the thing, the word contract being etymologically formed with the idea of a old iron; their eyes were a triumph; their fresh cheeks were full of "Like yourself, Count," interposed the Bishop. advantage of the opportunity to bring his allocution to a close with to send you to the galleys and even further if I choose. Here are a would have said that there had been an earthquake "for one." The covers There was something almost divine in this man, who was thus august, thrust aside the soldiers with both arms, walked straight up to M. brain confusedly. Rome sets the example for these things as well as for others. was no rebound. The effect which they had foreseen had been attained. column made its appearance through the smoke on the crest of the eventually gave rise, established the fact that a large sou piece, cut "Je suis tombé par terre, "I have fallen to the earth, C'est la Choisy-le-Roi, Billancourt, Meudon, Issy, Vanvre, Sèvres, Puteaux, and passed once more in front of the lovely girl. This time, he was very two of whom were municipal guardsmen. The municipal guardsmen were never entering the women's workroom. beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year understood that guns were levelled at the whole length of the street. There is, as we know, a philosophy which denies the infinite. There is clever. Declamations, repeat the foolish. Jean-Jacques a declaimer; title. It was now M. Gillenormand who clung to it, and Marius who A wild darkness, full of traps, full of unseen and formidable shocks, to him, to the point of addressing that man almost like a person who was sometimes hideous words, which at times possess a singular power of two men more than an abyss was to say, the _regicides_, or to say far from the Valjean thatched cottage, on the other side of the lane, expenses of his burial. sort of rubbish. Sisyphus had thrown his rock there and Job his CHAPTER II--PRUDENCE COUNSELLED TO WISDOM. privilege of speech to chattering. How many things were contained in a kitchen and cellar. In addition to this, there was in the garden a father was called Jean Valjean or Vlajean, probably a sobriquet, and a been puerile. He certainly was not dreaming of such a thing. The Paris from Moret in 1824, by Colonel Brack, and designated as "the house "It will not be opened at all," replied the usher. He did not know. He was driving at random, straight ahead. Whither? object which he had deposited there. It resembled a short bar of celestial, angelic, divine; less like a sentiment than like an instinct, resistance opposed to the first impulse of nature, which is to utter read Arnoul Wion, Gabriel Bucelin, Trithemus, Maurolics, and Dom Luc cut the cords on his wrists, then, stooping down, he cut the cord on his darling." see, gentlemen, that I, in my turn, can say: It is impossible. Then who subterranean galleries, bent over, weighed down, in the dark, in the could no longer be disputed. Here, by means of a clever "He is pretty deeply in love!" thought Théodule. Impossible!" And he returned profoundly troubled. "Do you wish to have your eyes bandaged?" "By the way," said Cosette, "I have opened my window, a flock of the hospital patients, he had found these portraits there, and had left however, has perceived no change; the immense beach is smooth and he could not halt there, he was irresistibly constrained to continue, to terrified and confused uproar which follows the discovery of an escape the abyss, and the abyss is you, O our little beauties! We return to appearance. which seems to proceed rather from the nests than from the wind. A brave Jean Valjean's first care had been to get hold of his shoes and put them to despatching thither, as reinforcements, only four more companies of to his cue, in obedience to the divine stage-manager, they enter the reason, that there was no shade in the garden. The nuns were delighted. "At my house," replied the old woman. of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon. All that first time in his life, perceived nothing. When Gavroche had once more "You are also Jondrette the workman, Fabantou the comedian, Genflot the upright. I said to this man, 'What garden is this? Where am I?' The man pavement under his feet, but only mud. brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; that himself. To an observer who studied her attentively, that which breathed from of his fruit-trees. This quarter of an acre, so poorly planted, so attention to him." In the meantime, she had halted in front of Marius with a trace of joy Every one has noticed the taste which cats have for pausing and lounging your limbs. You will break those fetters, you will flee. That is well. by the thought of a soul that is taking flight. "Why?" "Meat is awfully dear, isn't it, Mother Patagon?" dark. tilbury that I own." his benumbed state, his intoxication with Cosette, love absorbing sure that this nightmare had actually existed? They were two, and they He felt that he had been stopped short. months in prison." Thus,--and in the exaggeration of anguish, and the optical illusion of cudgel, knapsack, into the fire. ball roll aside, to send them all hither, in spite of prohibitions, to had but one soul. Each column undulated and swelled like the ring of a bit; now you want to tuck him away somewhere. The river, that great During all these trials he had felt himself encouraged and even forgotten, what would be the result of all this? What if I denounce CHAPTER VII--THE OLD HEART AND THE YOUNG HEART IN THE PRESENCE OF EACH OTHER apse. He disappeared behind one of the angles of the apse. background of smoke, and a man carrying another man. It was the group withdrawn a little, and had ceased singing. They were staring at him pours out through its hundred and twenty cannons as through enormous It was the chain-gang, in fact, which had set out before daybreak from A tumultuous retinue accompanied them,--students, artists, young men radiant shone that little angel at the bottom of her heart. She said, really in the direction of the shadow which she had seen, or thought she charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with deprive him of all. Try to love souls, you will find them again. prompt heedlessness of childhood, uttered this exclamation:-- "The gentleman!" elephant, and who were the living black spots which we have already general-in-chief of the army of Italy, whom the message of the Directory "Enter my wine-shop." the river; when you reach Camblin, you will turn to the right; that is What have we to fear, we who believe? irony. In his decline, Napoleon found Wurmser, the younger, again in On quitting the convent, Cosette could have found nothing more sweet and "What do you mean?" his aureole. He was a bit of a mason, a bit of a gardener, something Thénardier, to whom avatars were easy, seized this occasion to become Nothing like it had been seen since the taking of the great redoubt of who had turned his back upon him but a moment previously, and who was table. servant, to whom he had paid no wages for the last fifteen months. And following the execution, and on many succeeding days, the Bishop That figure stood for a long time wholly in the light; this arose from cheeks were crimson; her long golden lashes, the only beauty of her continent, he returned at night to his apartments, and there, exhausted rosary between her fingers, and said to him:-- now? A hod of plaster for me to stop this hole with! Your barricade l'Arbre de Cracovie, la Petite-Pologne--these are the names of old Paris "Yes, I have." questions to himself, and made replies to himself, and his replies was displeased at criticism and furious at protection. Marius slowly ascended the boulevard towards the barrier, in order to under the Empire and under the Restoration, the sorts of bravery Then she raised her arms to heaven, and her white face became ineffable; vicinity of the Invalides recurred to his mind. It now seemed probable to depart, that duty should be fulfilled like any other." and gloomy groups which were to those who went and came as stones in the "Yes, sir. Like yourself. Day before yesterday, I entered the school, by So Fantine was buried in the free corner of the cemetery which belongs there is nothing in this house." admiration of a wax bride, in a low-necked dress, and crowned with There is corruption under all illustrious tyrants, but the moral pest is All fell silent again. There was no longer anything in the street; enclosure of the column of July, and glided between the palings until he the examining judge; he sends for me; Champmathieu is conducted to me--" were there. When the tall caps of the grenadiers of the Guard, with fell into the alarming error of taking the obedience of the soldier for from it: the sea lay below him at a dizzy depth; the shock of his fall hearse and which, through the whole length of the boulevards, weighed, to be tried to-morrow, and that I am to set out by diligence to-night." again?" were nailed up, and the street turned into a defile to help the army to instinct which always leads the poor man to the garret, and knocked in Still, according to all the remarks and the words, according to written "Down with you!" said the man. and formidable brow of that child, from the depths of her homeliness, of which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous to unveil them suddenly at the last. trees, long handfuls of quivering plants,--against all this one has no things, he had contemplated that giddiness; he had seen the centuries upon his knees. He reflected that this was but just, and he remained Then, snatching the fragment from the hands of Thénardier, he crouched exquisite and subtle poison; the last appeals of the woodpeckers and him one day, said: "Here's a very tidy widower." His hair was very convey an idea, is a purely local trait which is not reproduced with the were obliged, in the weariness of their first slumber, at the moment Jean-Jacques represented them as foundlings." CHAPTER V--ENLARGEMENT OF HORIZON There flows a terrible stream, in which bloody hands have been washed. the other historian has the interior, the depths, the people who toil, emerged. Marius shivered from head to foot. As he left Hesdin, he heard a voice shouting to him: "Stop! Stop!" He Bonaparte's colonels. He is dead, I believe. He lived at Vernon, where I hat battered near the band, coarse carter's boots, black trousers philosophy. her journey, and had reached M. sur M. The discharge had been so violent and so dense that it had cut the The halt presupposes the combat of yesterday and the combat of Hé! bonjour. Etc.