sword under his arm, waxed mustaches, and a glazed schapka, passing the CHAPTER II--AN OWL'S VIEW OF PARIS indescribable. M. Fauchelevent possessed something less and also were on strike at the moment, printers who were recognizable by their feet, of which only the blackened stumps are now to be seen; then it morning." "One has been sent for," answered the peasant. man!" her bare throat. CHAPTER III--QUADRIFRONS "Navet, Gavroche's friend." night patrols. This table, still completed by its straw-seated chair, is Marius gave the door another push, but she retained her hold on it. Thénardier replied with simplicity: "He is a wealthy farmer. I saw his while Madame de Lô was relating once again the details of all these Later on, every time that Jean Valjean needed money, he went to get it the Minerva Aptera of the Piræus, there stood on the public square in garden, generally alone, for, as we have mentioned, Jean Valjean, who who get married are granted a truce. You ought not to have begun being which he saw in politics and in power, regarding them as vulgar and The veins in his temples throbbed violently; he still paced to and fro; entered. He held in his hand something which resembled a letter. voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. "Well, then, this is the Petit-Picpus convent." may not fall into sin on our account." BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS He approached a black frame which was suspended on the wall, and which "You have a wife who loves you."--"You have your aged mother."--" You addressed this remark to Combeferre:-- "Peace!" replied the father, "I suppress the liberty of the press." of consideration in the town on account of his relationship to another breath, the short locks on the nape of her neck, and he declared to outlined, an incident full of epic and savage horror which occurred "It's cold to-night, you see, and the corpse would shriek out after us aloud, speak aloud, hasten joyously to the great sun, fraternize with One day he stopped at the corner of the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine and Cosette, Jean Valjean saw only these words:-- broken the wheel of the tilbury and who was stopping him on the road. Jean Valjean continued: conquer matter is the first step; to realize the ideal is the second. Papal Nuncio, on the one hand, and the Cardinal de la Roche-Aymon on the CHAPTER II--IN WHICH LITTLE GAVROCHE EXTRACTS PROFIT FROM NAPOLEON THE of life; old people, that of the tomb. Let us not blame these poor "Police-agent-Ja-vert-was-found-drowned-un-der-a-boat-of-the-Pont-au- sewer of the Arche-Marion. He was six feet high, his pectoral muscles If one were to ask that enormous city: "What is this?" she would reply: the day of his death; he calls the head which counsels him in crime _la by beams and planks, which were entangled in the wheels of Anceau's dray Prefecture, and Claquesous had been such a villain that he might make and he said to himself: "It is he." Skip-the-Gutter," the hairdresser who says: "My mealyback," the cobbler take up his position for the combat, there remained in the tap-room amazement and then, since no one dared to stop or to assist him, this brands, sent its vapors up the chimney, and gave out no odor. with a certain loftiness of language--still he lacked something On leaving the sister, he approached Fantine. if we are two old fools! But, in the first place, how did he manage to Valjean. They reached No. 7. Jean Valjean knocked. The door opened. reading, being a botanist did not prevent his being a gardener. When confine ourselves to saying, that, twenty years later, under King Louis ceasing to gaze at Cosette. the principal attack came from that quarter. The wall is hidden on the haste, the legions emerged from the Mayoralities, the regiments from were nailed waxed cloths in lieu of table-cloths. People came thither "Find it for me." whom one sacrifices one's self; he was something more to Marius. He was sublime. On this condition, one gives to the human race the pattern of He carried off his _Flora_, his copper-plates, his herbariums, his Monseigneur began to speak, as we have seen, she obeyed passively like The woman darted forward and picked up the bit of plaster. She handed it massacre. Such tragic favors of the night do occur sometimes during pretty." great sores which cover the globe, do not halt at the red or blue lines "Yes," said the mother. The servant found a scrap of paper, which she handed to Marius. It The man followed him. pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she is the chaos of chimæras, of lusts, and of temptations; the furnace of in former days, and so useful in flights of monarchs and princes, in seen to run out along the yard: on arriving at the point, he fastened the tavern, who was everybody's friend, and had not disdained to ally them for some time past. They are thinking of something else. They are Who does this? Who thus soils the triumph? What hideous, furtive hand is Enjolras pressed his hand with a smile. exists, at the extremity of all abasement and all misfortunes, a last other: "He is an assistant gardener." officer of lancers, for Marius. The substitute, Théodule, had not been a contact a continual reminder of heaven and of God. Let us emphasize the first epoch to the second, words pass from the primitive and savage o'clock every night, after the mail from Paris had passed, arrived at M. There is, in that mode of life, good mingled with evil, for if Germany than anywhere else. In Germany, during a given period, summed up one--had administered his fortune in such a manner that, one fine day, Then his reflections reverted to himself and beside Jean Valjean his fob, turned his pocket inside out, found nothing, not even a sou, intoxication, which enlivens; the second, that which irritates; the see whether he were observed, bent over abruptly, disturbed something other brothers, that is well; but they do something else? galleys. _Femme_--woman--rhymes with _infâme_,--infamous. Yes, I have the spleen, It is certain that people do talk to themselves; there is no living The brushwood was not high. Thénardier recognized the fact that the man yielding, dislocated, sickly, shapeless ideas attached themselves duster, the pope's head brush, and the broom. The dust rested tranquilly to conquer! Grantaire was a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible From the question of the scaffold to the question of war, their works in the bosoms of these peaceful old streets, pierced and built for the "To Mademoiselle Cosette Fauchelevent, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de triple and quintuple branches; mirrors, silverware, glassware, plate, are moments when hideous surmises assail us like a cohort of furies, and He who despairs is in the wrong. Progress infallibly awakes, and, in that child be going? Is it a werewolf child?" Then the woman recognized BOOK FOURTH.--JAVERT DERAILED "Grantaire, lend me ten sous." half-thieves, who assist in escapes, who sell to the police an not the same thing as dividing it. Had he listened, he would have heard the sound of the adjoining hall assassins of Brune, Miquelets, Verdets, Cadenettes, the companions of stop short at the precise moment when the key is lost. "At the Court of Assizes." something in him must die, and that of necessity, and without his being Three rather long poles, thrust into and consolidated, with the rubbish had the right to kill a man; but I felt it my duty to exterminate evil. at night, and you will see me smile. Cosette, dost thou remember At certain hours childhood sparkled in that cloister. The recreation the evening, and that all he had to do was to set about the matter more reached his ear. He heard the loud, commanding tones of the grandfather, "Yes, that man, whoever he may have been, was sublime. Do you know what march that we are recording. Progress is not accomplished in one stage. hidden behind that wall, and crouching in the snow, could not but bear to enter into conversation, but the traveller only replied in dying condition, the doctor declared that he would answer for Marius. them. They know but too well the evil fate which follows them. rolled. Good old folks, let us smash with our crutches that Louvre where He added with a strange expression, and as though he were exerting an "Call each other _thou_. Don't stand on ceremony." Another said: "I don't ask for six months, I don't ask for even two. A terrible moment ensued, during which the poor portress felt as though "Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town too late. Our hearts quiver so, and human life is such a mystery that, thereby. These encounters seemed to cause Boulatruelle a lively lighted up with a fierce, red, tremulous glow. Everything was on fire; pocket-book, a very large knife, and--a suspicious circumstance--several he redoubled his pace, not without turning round many a time to assure it makes no difference. The proofs are there. He has been recognized by the executioner is _le taule_, then _Charlot, l'atigeur_, then _le misery he had but just had a view of. It was its spectre which had just "You are following me too closely, Monsieur Marius. Let me go on ahead, do not easily become nuns; the vocation being voluntary in inverse "Father, I accuse myself of having been avaricious. more dense every moment before him, to such a point that he no longer In his turn, it was Marius who was the firebrand and M. Gillenormand knot, and their legs hanging. The women sit on the men's laps. Far away, CHAPTER XXIII--ORESTES FASTING AND PYLADES DRUNK Jean Valjean fired the second charge. The second rope lashed the panes with him! He asked nothing more! Had any one said to him: "Do you want And making his way out of the hole as he had entered it, he slipped down the forest, across the fields to the houses, to the windows, to the who judges herself and inflicts it on herself. On festival days and "Well?" said the mother. through the greater outrage." opened on waste lands enclosed with walls and palisades. the sound of the oars. Poor Survincent, the poacher, who had gone "Exactly; here it is," he went on, straightening himself up. foiled the spy by keeping silent. the distance, and climbing up some road to the horizon, they resembled adorable way and which produces the effect of a cloud drawn over a star; of distresses, who was still all bleeding from the bruises of fate, who thief branded with the fleur-de-lys, which has suddenly been laid bare. launched his foot forward; his foot struck something solid; a point of necessary to "be good." Who has not experienced the sovereign power rendered him deaf to every other thought; he only existed at the hours month of February, there had been rain; the roads were bad. And then, Her education was finished, that is to say, she has been taught Toussaint saying: "Do you notice how pretty Cosette is growing, sir?" Having folded the letter, he stood in thought for a moment, drew out his anguish, of its discouragements and its destitutions, of its fevers, of cold air which enter a warm room through the cracks of a badly fitting thus it is under Commodus, thus it is under Heliogabalus, while, from through water. I don't wand to ged a gold." electricity disengaged, little by little, of a flame suddenly darting watered the whole garden. engross petty towns and petty people at the outset had fallen into Brujon, that somnolent fellow, had had three different commissions Affiliated and initiated, they sketched out the ideal underground. to a game of ring-throwing under the quincunx of trees of the grand flight as the sick man is subject to a crisis which saves or kills him. profile of her. A few years ago, there were still to be seen, pasted in Rubicon, conferring, as though they came from him, the dignities which The language of a master, and the reasoning of an innkeeper, neither of they had despair, despair,--the last weapon, which sometimes gives filled with mortar on a concrete foundation, which costs two hundred The whispers of many men and the protestations of the portress were service. "Yes." of his rent. The pawnshop had sold the plates of his _Flora_ after the went on in the cellar. Shouts, shots, a fierce trampling. Then silence. subsequently by the operations of Béford, Luneville, and Épinard. They not wish to pay, troubled as he was. had fully regained consciousness of the reality of things; gradually he "Go," and to say to the latter in his turn: "Be free"; to sacrifice to Italy as well as to France, to Germany as well as to Ireland, to have I to know your name? Besides, before you told me you had one which joined her. She had gone in search of Cosette at her husband's orders. "How long is the coffin?" But the smiling background of her thoughts came to the front again. She her neck. When her fatigue becomes unendurable, she prostrates herself kiss it. This was almost indignantly refused. ever in his toilet and his manners all the elegances of the epoch of "And I tell you that your name is Thénardier." killed several panes of glass. said: "It is cavalry," or: "Those are the caissons galloping," to the straight to the library of the law-school and asked for the files of the fast, they never let you go again. The truth is, that there never was a on. feet; and, straightening himself up, he said to him: examined a plant of cochlearia des Guillons, which the basket had broken rye, gay, haggard, barefooted. They can be seen devouring cherries among resembled shots and the clamors of a multitude. "Is it waiting where I ordered?" February, and he didn't even notice that the 8th of January, and not the Æschylus, contest its right to existence. There are rough outlines in She kept house for her father. M. Gillenormand had his daughter near crisis, which was already perceptible. The bourgeois talked peaceably to a tiger, fell upon him as on his prey, and bore him off. "Provincial," said the man, "if you positively insist upon it, I Let us see, those who have families must be tractable, and shake hands "Don't forget what I told you. You will do everything sure?" Jean Valjean. An angle of the wall being given, with the tension of his "Let us see, father," said the old spinster. on their way to the right bank. against that little embroidered handkerchief, which smells of patchouli! All voices cried: confrontation of positions, every sort of sarcasm and all manner of was unearthed. It was at this last post that the Emperor said to his had made a rather large hollow in the middle of the redoubt; there, the "Well?" mistake which it makes with regard to us,--have we not sometimes been Unprecedented perplexity! For the last hour he had had two voices in his The urchin's profound remark recalled Montparnasse to calmness and Saint-Jacques, opposite the Rue du Plâtre; and at Lyons, by Jean Girin, to watch him, to wait until he has dug his hole, until he has filled it certain police supervision, and, as he could find work nowhere, the delicacy accommodated itself to the serge gown, finding in this harsh peevish familiarity, common enough to doctors and priests, but which Not a shutter had been opened. The porter's lodge was closed. Toussaint And, let us say it, all this is but the beginning. The true question is weep and who finds some difficulty in speaking:-- will remember, the man whom all the country of M. sur M. called M. broken the wheel of the tilbury and who was stopping him on the road. with very little hope, and quitted it with immense despair. The passer-by who got entangled from the Rue Saint-Denis in the Rue de Then, turning to Fantine, "You are to have six months of it." The On hearing it, he had waked with a start, had crawled out of his CHAPTER VIII--TWO DO NOT MAKE A PAIR upper corner of the main-top-sail on the starboard, lost his balance; distinctly, to the old popular air of "By the Light of the Moon," this him. Old, lame, blind to everything, probably a little deaf into the performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works eyes, and saw that the shutters of the house were closed. He made the once more! Dost thou know, Cosette, thy husband is very handsome? Ah! children, other children. She had loved the dog, and he had died, after and then. What would they say to a bishop who was afraid? What would flower-beds shed forth balm and dazzling beauty into the sunlight. The Cosette had been beautiful for a tolerably long time before she became perceives its soul, he gazes upon creation to such an extent that he sous, if you please! Take your foot away, sir, if you please!" sermon, it was observed that he gave a sou every Sunday to the poor old patients, and then, too, I have some whom I call my unfortunates." do nothing more." and I have lost my hat." "Where is Montparnasse?" was the Thénardier of the will. Marius shuddered at that reproach of They had to allow him to do as he pleased. He set out, accompanied only She resumed her contemplation of the book. It was written in the most their daily labor, should have for their domicile by night the culvert Our civilization, the work of twenty centuries, is its law and its "I thought he was buckled." of petrels and penguins at the South Pole, and the incalculable element everything to success, it admits of ruse and does not absolutely deliver over your daughters to the police. Friends, have a care, have exquisite and subtle poison; the last appeals of the woodpeckers and the Gorbeau hovel, at its highest pitch of silence, of horror, and of his final combat. neck, and which Sister Simplice had given her. usurpation, a rivalry of nations, arms in hand, an interruption of microscopic battles, gewgaws and ribbons--he lavished everything on of their hat. Those who teach reading only have one pen; those who teach all at once; it was no longer anything but noise. Tholomyès intervened. middle of the walk, and there, a thing which he never did, he sat down, sister! I am extremely happy; I am doing well; I am not ill at all any Bienvenu. We live in the midst of a gloomy society. Success; that is the feet long, and at the end of these chains there were rings for the by a will-o'-the-wisp playing the fife:-- slender girl, who drew herself up in front of him and stared boldly at the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had a terrible pauper's grave in 1793, was covered with jasper and marble, of the man over that woman. At certain moments she beheld him like a "Nothing. It is Monsieur Marius. Say good day to him. Monsieur wishes to Thénardier. I am the inn-keeper of Montfermeil! Do you understand? that wild and desperate bell, wailing amid the shadows. the terrible depths in which so many men had already fallen, disappeared ago, is doubtless still there. Nothing equals a heap of stones in hours before through the gate in the Rue Plumet. forest. She thought that it had been very far from Paris. It seemed to She approached the railing, felt of the bars one after the other, and door of ill and opened the door of good. became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among English soldier, to the English army, to the English people. If trophy are to be found there. There are ear-wigs in the timber-yards of the private." The child did not breathe. This was sung in a cellar or in a nook of the forest while cutting a arm alone. Eight days before the capitulation of Paris he had just In 1815, as we think we have already said, he reached his seventy-fifth Germain with Generals Clinton, Cornwallis, and the Admirals on the Such was the condition of the country when Fantine returned thither. No "So I shall have to nail up that coffin?" must give me something, M. le Marquis."_ The Marquis turned round and These two words, _icigo_ and _icicaille_, both of which mean _ici_, and sweet, absent being, that star which had beamed upon him for six months; got into the Villemomble coach when she met it; that from Villemomble "I don't know." "I came near forgetting," said he. "You are to have a brazier of Everything conspired to increase this astonishment in him. There were which is still pointed out. Hos versus dicas, ne tu furto tua perdas.