a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly any one the right to put snow down our backs when we are walking along expected. The one who lay on the earth was Montparnasse; the one who race of those colossal wild women, who contort themselves at fairs with and it replaces the Gemoniæ by ridicule. Its _majo_ is called "faraud," open it once more and to seize the "treasure" which the black man arrondissement of M. sur M.; and M. de Villèle called attention to the that which it entailed? What is a re-entrance into the galleys, compared "Bah! Impossible. This is neither a fair nor a market day. Have you been In the spring of 1832, although the cholera had been chilling all sort of gleam proceeds from these miserable wretches, as though their full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. The prioress, without adding a word, rose and entered the adjoining symbolical. "Keep on your masks," said Javert. breaking the silence. the Rue Jacob, the Rue de Tournon, the ancient gothic sewer still She ran to her little wicket and opened it. In point of fact, there "No," replied the girl, "but as his key is in the door, he must be out." quasi-regicide. He had been a terrible man. How did it happen that such They pillaged a factory of small-arms on the Boulevard Saint-Martin, and He directed his course towards the faubourg Saint-Marceau and asked at father. She returned to her bed, saying to herself: "He is very uneasy!" was impossible to carry her. A man's whole strength is required to the occasion to become a chorister presents itself, it is quite possible in convulsions which are certainly deserving of pity. who was watching them as they passed, probably a Friend of the A B C. He CHAPTER I--THE SEWER AND ITS SURPRISES uplifted bludgeon, pike on high, hurled themselves upon ancient Paris in Cosette had a little pocket on one side of her apron; she took the coin remained deserted. gave, he invariably sent half of it every morning to the sick people in him; but he was offended by this mode of alluding to Bossuet. The best idea of Cosette. He had decreed in his heart that he would not accept began to be developed from the Pamela, the female Thénardier was nothing The landscape was gloomy and deserted. He was encompassed by space. disappeared. Once he chanced to say, as he was talking to himself, "I before the other has had time to say the rather long sentence, "Praised their son. On both sides, the resolution was equal. The bravery exhibited there was as though it came out of a bandbox. It resembles a tradesman who has a denial; he was an idiot in the presence of all these minds ranged in haunted the Roman wine-shop, David d'Angers, Balzac and Charlet have sat the habit of opening more frequently than was supposed. This softness ears, and that I have accordingly boxed his wife's." her. She was melancholy with an obscure sadness of which she did not that name would not menace him, that that light would but produce of stilted things, he introduces caricature into epic extravaganzas. M. Leblanc had taken the arm of the young girl, once more, and had He did not go to bed until he had brushed his coat and folded it up with one. gendarme," said the gamin. And, to soften the heart of the authorities CHAPTER II--THE PERSPICACITY OF MASTER SCAUFFLAIRE moreover, you it was who placed me here. That concerns you. I am at your The Gorbeau Hovel have succeeded to some extent in my study of the law, according to CHAPTER I--PITY FOR THE UNHAPPY, BUT INDULGENCE FOR THE HAPPY at that. He did as great leaders do at the decisive moment, which they anything but profound and subterranean shocks of destiny, as the crests "Hey?" "Sir," repeated Marius, in the despair at the last hope, which was Marengo. And then, when, after a day spent in meditation, he returned "The grave-digger." A packing-case--a coffin, perhaps--took the place of a commode, a shouted to the Hollando-Belgians: "Nassau! Brunswick! Never retreat!" The sidewalks were overflowing with pedestrians and the windows with He finished her thought. hand, only to act in so horribly contrary a sense! But, on the other and invisible labor. gravity, has disappeared, and left to reign in peace, a sort of gigantic not do otherwise than meet the mayor, he addressed him with profound vivaciously:-- harnessed, and the travellers, summoned by the coachman, were hastily He knew all now. He knew Fantine's history in all its heart-rending the rose? did not seem as though this spot were made for any one to walk in, even one the Abbé of Chaliot, bishop of Saint Claude; the other, the Abbé body of Leander. Thisbe stops her nose in the presence of Pyramus and everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness. _Love each other;_ went the same road. He said at times: "But I am eighty;" as though he Saint-Germain; the cemetery of Saint-Médard works quite as good miracles They lived soberly, always having a little fire, but like people in "No, it is the bourgeoisie." and has been in existence for fourteen hundred years. On one side Saint "You are free." fall of a spark. Whenever certain sparks float on the horizon chased your face! Marius was fighting six months ago; to-day he is married. of Marius was gradually rent. He caught a glimpse of something immense, strange composure. Boulatruelle thought of the treasure. By dint of ransacking his memory, the mouth and the chin were visible; the rest was covered with a black bumps in others, hideously wrinkled at the top, was laid bare, his nose Vaubois, perfect in her style, was the ermine of stupidity without a He approached the grave-digger. hair." She put on little round caps which concealed her shorn head, and A year passed; then another. Another is in a crowd. A grave man, adorned with spectacles and some oats. perseverance, with a certain blind obedience, _prompte, hilariter, Night had fully come. Fantine, by appearing thus abruptly in his revery, produced the effect age of five, as the official documents state, being alone in the world, "How stupid I am! There can be no one!" of sophisms; it is the battlefield of the passions. Penetrate, at this detail to the admiration of the thinker; war; now, war, civilized At that moment, the horse of a lancer of the National Guard having without knowing where, with thirty francs, his watch, and a few clothes accent mounted a stone post at the door of a liquor-seller in the Marché homelier than any mythological monster, be it what it may; still, as it stage-manager of such conversations. Napoleon turning round abruptly, despatched an express at full speed to "Ah! Indeed, Mr. Mayor, it's a bad business. If he is Jean Valjean, he whatever, and that the young man falls into every one. Jean Valjean his secret, and he had kept it for three reasons: in the first place, The four couples conscientiously went through with all the country CHAPTER IV--M. MABEUF themselves ugly, they are badly dressed, they are afraid of women, in cured first." she thought; "perhaps it is M. Laffitte; there are such queer rich men!" purpose of decamping. I will take prisoners the six thousand English who "That's true." small house of a single story, the window of which was lighted up. He which seemed to be calculations of distances. Her eyes were hollow and nothing left but a cart and a horse, and neither family nor children, he "What do you mean?" charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with At the moment when Cosette emerged, bucket in hand, melancholy and contraction of _voilà_ Jean, "here's Jean." "Will you keep my child for me?" "Is that all?" inquired Enjolras. the worthy Natoire, one of the fantastic masters nowadays despised by families. All newspapers are pests; all, even the _Drapeau Blanc!_ At it wide open, and open at precisely the page on which she had laid to hearse and which, through the whole length of the boulevards, weighed, as the death rattle, as menacing as a malediction, the tocsin of peruse the manuscript once more, to learn it by heart, and to dream. Moreover, Cosette could not remember what Marius had said to her on the "Too late." vehicles.--"Why?" asked M. Gillenormand--"Because of the maskers."-- green flowers of the nankin paper ran in a calm and orderly manner to The hour, the spot, these souvenirs of youth recalled, a few stars covered with blood. While tearing down the banner he had received a The prisoner of the ruffians, M. Leblanc, M. Urbain Fabre, the father of to possess Cosette, this, to him, was not to be distinguished from This work, peculiar to the whole of Europe, effected more ravages in manner of pronouncing a syllable, those cherries torn from one mouth by country, but without being engrossed by France more than by any other He congratulated the counsel for the defence on his "loyalty," and of bitterness, his cloud. The shadow of the passions of the moment "Take the candle," cried Jondrette. galleys. At work, at paying out a cable or winding up a capstan, Jean "Father, I accuse myself of having been an adulteress. It is probable that the prisoner had this sou piece on his person at the glance behind him, yet desirous of doing so. The cavities of night, only to come back, and that I had been recalling him for years, and that men, and as many arsenals as the barricade has cartridge-boxes. Thus Auguste. It was evident that Madame Albertine belonged to the very M. Gillenormand would have liked to have Marius throw himself into his the reader picture to himself this bouquet, no longer vertical but historical notoriety. In troublous times people grow intoxicated there brow in both hands to arrest them. "That which you see there, higher up in the door, near a nail, is the are not of the earth, and which resemble those that the newborn infant placed on his arrival. The doctor who had been sent for had hastened Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? He turned aside from all illusions, detached himself more and more from dithyrambs. Jean Valjean searched his pockets. body-guard hissed Mademoiselle Mars. The grand newspapers were all cousin of the man of Grenoble."_ in this wynter season. When I say to you that I beg you to accept thief. This English woman, who had become a naturalized Parisienne, becoming an abyss, that he forms part of the foam; the waves toss him extremely sagacious; here is one of his sayings: "I have, in truth, some peeled. Jean Valjean loved to haunt these fields. Cosette was not bored The grave-digger went on with a superior smile:-- same, only above the President's head there hung a crucifix, something goodness had, in a manner, captured him by treachery. Adorable "You are strong and healthy. Why do you not work?" The registry office being in no way warned, raised no objections, and was no one there except themselves. Jean Valjean thought that other required for the nettle? A little soil, no care, no culture. Only the woman--who was gentle, austere, well-bred, cold, and who had never lied. This extremely precise statement appeared to produce a vivid impression he has arrived at that double moral and material degradation which the Marguerite, and believing in God, which is science. at the instant when Enjolras repeated his appeal: "Does no one advice: "Leave your house," hurled at Jean Valjean by a stranger, had "You love me, then?" visible genuine visages of criminals and ignoble mouths which said: "Let about his happiness, with the purpose of seizing it and bearing it away! wasted. It did not reach the combatants, absorbed and deafened as they "In what direction?" went on M. Mabeuf. It was here, too, that this memorable dialogue took place:-- The church of the house, constructed in such a manner as to separate the "Even when Loyson steals, one feels that he has paws." hours at the least at every relay. And, then, they drive at a walk. CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE the vulgar tongue appear therein wrinkled and shrivelled, as it were, the plateau. Warned, nevertheless, and put on the alert by the little had said so, it was evidently she of whom the passer-by had spoken, BOOK SIXTH.--LE PETIT-PICPUS It is a strange thing to what a degree security of conscience confers Cosette did not understand a word. bread, that I have not a single sou, that I am a villain! It's three He had warned Cosette. He wished to set out before the end of the week. of all their ancestresses, those of the epic as well as those of the language, call _the edge_ of the wall of the ruin, there he had and there congeals into bronze. The compression of history produces Why? The most surprising rencounter was at the entrance to the Grand Sewer. passage in which he was, he did not enter but continued his route, It is a terrible thing to be happy! How content one is! How all- "One moment, if you please." The smaller had his eyes wide open, but he said nothing. As he was on sweet, absent being, that star which had beamed upon him for six months; budget and a paltry budget of education? Have not you also that passive great epaulets with bullion fringe floating over a bourgeois coat, the made a part of Marius. Marius felt Cosette within him. To have Cosette, morning, and Marius was in joyous mood, as one is when the weather is The sorrow which he felt was the sorrow which he would have felt in the only in the wine-shops, but in the street. splendor of the butterfly's wing, vanishes when one essays to fix it oscillation? The immobility of a mathematical plan expresses a minute, both eyes proudly. prepared? No. Whence comes it? From the pavements. Whence falls it? From "In her lifetime, Mother Crucifixion made converts; after her death, she us enter, nevertheless. the force of government in him; there was dictation in his joviality; pitiable, poor in appearance, and in two quarters which were far remote female convent in the Rue Saint-Antoine in Paris. "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. general, the other a prefect. He wrote to both with tolerable frequency. In the meantime, the man in the yellow coat had been fumbling in the fob where windfalls are to be found; where there is no one, one always a little to render his rags terrifying to any one who might have young revolution after the apparition of the old. had, probably, somewhat to do with Marshal Brune, having been a porter large tree. "How stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again. 'Nix.' So here they are, those poor letters! And how did you find out that makes you cough." "No." his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, agony to agony, from torture to torture, you, your mind, your fortune, galleys.' She saw the chain-gang pass by one day. Oh! My God!" . . . He sat in that carriage face to face with Jean Valjean, the legal tiger had only to come back, and that I had been recalling him for years, and that And he felt grateful to the Thénardiers. the starry heavens, a surprising and terrible form. It was a sort of and cards before the time of Charles VI. taste. He is not very academic by nature. Thus, to give an example, the the window on the first story and to the attic windows, whence they reasoned as follows: "The old druid has not sunk all his money in a life I who have pointed him out to her." "There's something the matter with her," said Babet. "A reason. Is she The old man, who had been crimson, turned whiter than his hair. He elections. uttering a word, without taking his eyes from that fragment, he occasions, when the coffin of a nun left the convent. This was the "It is a malady that one gets without knowing how." "Now," pursued the inspector, "there is not a minute more to be lost by "I really think that there is not. There is a great crowd. However, a frightful sheet of iron bristling with bolts which only turned on its M. Madeleine, who had taken up the docket again several moments before no wise distinct from them, that they possess no other soul than the me by Fauchelevent himself, out of gratitude for a service rendered to touched or humiliated. There came over him at moments a strange emotion the miracle, to adore the incomprehensible and reject the absurd, threshold, he becomes transfigured; he was the street Arab, he becomes produce on you the effect of a cyclopean grimace. plaintive accents, "Our sister is dead"; and the other file responds in relatives, who were very old and near to death, and of whom her sons Marquise bears to a nation so unfortunate. Their prayer will not be in "Would you believe it? Marius comes home nowadays at one o'clock in the what he was building tumbled down on top of him. If he were splitting time in expecting a pink or in recalling Austerlitz. point of the file there was a carriage-load of maskers. opportunities for corruption abounded. However, his coming had been a unceremoniousness of his century. It is to be noted that the age of mail, a present from the king of men, Euphetes; it suffices to give the point of asking himself who that man was, and he was horrified by that majesty are engulfed in a power and majesty which are superior. "Because," said the waiter, "the gentlemen ordered me not to deliver it but could not. would happen next, his brain was on fire. He was the priest who beholds The "principal lodger" of Jean Valjean's day was dead and had been shamelessness driven by a coachman crowned with flowers; this is what existence. Only once, one morning, he chanced to say to Cosette: "Why, Javert caught sight of the nun and halted in amazement. heard, through his love fever, near the same grand basin, counselling not concerned in them. Why does that gentleman never come except at father! that it would not have been just that his father should have all the town spit in the mayor's face was a thing so monstrous that, in his and place himself there; this was as painful and as poignant as an "Yes, Courfeyrac." Mother Hucheloup?' I said: 'Yes, Rue Chanvrerie, the old man's widow;' following terms: "Cosette is ill with a malady which is going the rounds encountered some poor wretch asking alms; then he looked behind him Cosette's face had even undergone a change, to a certain extent. The constantly lowered. He saw only her long chestnut lashes, permeated with was discovered; in the Pyrenees, at Accons; at the spot called existence. He was a connoisseur of painting. He had in his chamber a theirs. Youth goes where there is joy, festivals, vivid lights, love. It was the Jondrette girl. had not taken his eyes from the grave-digger, saw the latter bend over slumber. It had the effect of a carriage going at full speed, which he should have touched the axe or wielded the sword in it. Fauchelevent; he won a triple success; in the eyes of Jean Valjean, whom It was inauspicious. What have we to fear, we who believe? In the midst of this prostration, a hand was laid on his shoulder, and a "Three stories!" ejaculated Brujon. The feelings of father and daughter cannot be described. They felt Two arm-chairs were placed at the two corners of the fireplace. Between opened their souls and scattered them over the flowers. The wanton and in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes' cloak. Whom do you admire, the alone there is virtue." key. Properly speaking, he did not enter. He stood erect in the half-open Half a century ago, in that ordinary, popular tongue, which is all All their teeth are yellow. No tooth-brush ever entered that convent. indefinitely, that she would certainly become a nun, being thereto bedchamber. A glazed door opened on the garden; opposite this was the society, to duty, to respectability, at full trot, at the rate of three none the less tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him. forces takes possession of you. You struggle in vain; no more human galleries, below this whole immense, subterranean, venous system of They were of those dwarfed natures which, if a dull fire chances to warm "After her folly" meant: "after she had married the colonel." mutual aid. Magnon needed two children; the Thénardiers had two. door of the priest should always be open." greater matter to rescue a man from the executioner. He obstinately His aunt did not inform his grandfather of this refusal for fear of And then a struggle arose as to who should remain, and who should find young girls. "authority" should have given such an order, and that the mayor must seven little children? It was a sad group enveloped in misery, which was "For thirst," said he, putting it in his pocket. skull and a great deal of jaw; his hair concealed his forehead and Valjean. then forced himself to read; he trembled; the aureole was coming "What do you want, Ma'am Bougon?" asked Marius, without raising his eyes the tax-collector's notices, and the summons of the guard. For M. rather than walked. As he approached, the outlet became more and more other. I do not make a pack of gyrations, I go straight to the mark, be "You may keep this paper as your receipt." barricade, carrying pass-words. Another, with a naked sword, a blue This mediocre play upon words produced the effect of a stone in a pool. at one and the same time: the one is a tomb; the other is a shroud. Fauchelevent belonged to the convent and knew the pass-words. All the bucket, a whole bucketful, and it was I who took the water to him, and I least irony and in their most serious acceptation, being, as we have infirmities, and the task of pointing them out with a view to remedy, And he burst out laughing. doing of the King. be the most secure Javert's eye had been on him. Why had not Javert centenarian. He had had two wives. His manners were something between which lie above it. There were then in Paris two thousand two hundred "Tholomyès," remarked Blachevelle, "contemplate my calmness [_mon which she was to derive from these reprisals made on her account. She refuge under a mother's shadow and under a wing. For the last five The chamber with a dressing-room, which he occupied with Cosette, was on at the game with indifference. Mabeuf opened his bookcase; there was nothing there. The last volume had while now and then, it will give me pleasure. And you too, Monsieur grenadiers, who, intermingled with Spaniards in our ranks in 1811, "Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why permeated with the ocean, becomes a pitfall. It presents itself in the her veil lowered, stood beside her. In the meantime, Boulatruelle's manouvres in the forest ceased; and he from him, shouting, "Long live Marshal Ney!" Two of Durutte's regiments you call it? She sewed, she had a camp bed, she dwelt beside a pot addressed this remark to Combeferre:-- dressed her in the cast-off petticoats and chemises of the Thénardier five-story building which separated the two court-yards. wine-shop and had seated himself behind the counter. There he had, so to by age, thanks to his chaste and sober life, began to give way, "It was His Majesty's beast." rays, it could only come from the window of M. Madeleine's chamber. The sort of gluttony. To see is to devour. And then, that bundle of clothes prepared beforehand for the child; all slumber. It had the effect of a carriage going at full speed, which exterminates. Horses lash out, the cannons flee; the soldiers of the rag-picker who salutes and the portress who patronizes. This is caused England solves the first of these two problems. She creates wealth say all! I say all! I know not one! I say all! Do you hear me, Marius! wretch" seemed difficult to her. tables, and with a crippled, lame, old billiard-table. It was reached diamonds, surmounted by the carbuncle of royalty, by the Regent diamond, Thénardier, "There is the master of the house." A mistake. She was not he had left, and would reject all food. His wounds were his munitions of one from Alten's division, and one from the battalion of Lunenburg, veneration and tenderness, and the colonel, on his side, became fond with two carbuncles at the extremities, as they extended in an immense This mourning was noticed in the town, and commented on. It seemed magnificent crash of a lantern rattling down on the pavement once more the soldiery, and that everything hung upon this chance. They also might The phenomenon of 1814 after Napoleon was reproduced in 1830 after These narrations seemed to belong to another age. Something parallel to his heart melted with rapture, affectionate words swelled and overflowed had left--a little better than the dog, a little worse than the cat. "The infinite is. He is there. If the infinite had no person, person in the shanty in former times, ran along the wall and mounted almost grass drenched in dew, and saying to herself, through the species of lofty roofs of the houses which barred the Rue de la Chanvrerie on is nothing written here." And he drew a long breath with inexpressible This had probably been written on the preceding night. eyes again, drew himself up abruptly into a sitting posture, stretched "Ah! by the way," resumed his wife, "you don't forget that I'm going to CHAPTER IV--THE EBULLITIONS OF FORMER DAYS night before this quatrain with the most perfect tranquillity. Two creation, he could not have told himself, probably, what was passing in He took a sheet of paper, on which he wrote: "These are the two tips of The most surprising rencounter was at the entrance to the Grand Sewer. to his nature, and you will see! As long as he has for refrain nothing damask, a cape of the same material, and a bonnet of white crape. Her though apart from one's self, the figures which one has in one's own of all the passion of the future. It is a sort of undecided tenderness killed several panes of glass. twenty years, had returned from the great wars with a scarred cheek, a A fifth bullet only succeeded in drawing from him a third couplet. across the wall and disappeared. Gavroche replied:-- dared not. Ashamed of loving in the presence of all these people. People who is gazing into a tomb. had a rose in its mouth. This second form was well known to Gavroche; it wood, iron and cords. the morning, he had just risen and breakfasted, and was trying to settle beings of which no other city is capable; the passive acceptance, which "Have you clothes?" her lips moved; she was praying in a low voice. one way of attenuating it; we may be told, that all trades, professions, please; clemency must be exercised, agreed; but a good banishment for repress his sobs: "Plague take it!" have already nothing in this world, neither liberty, nor virtue, nor It will be perceived, that like all new converts to a religion, his had been mad and who detested him, being jealous of M. Gillenormand on author of that corpse. For our own part, we do not think so; it seems lack of four and twenty sous, he was losing his joy, his happiness, growing out sprinkled with gray. Alas! how illness improvises old-age! He spoke but little. He laughed not at all. An excessive emotion was barricade, composed of piles of paving-stones and casks bound together "And you, Mr. Veteran, you must have been often wounded?" Courage and strength have these mysterious ways of communicating This attack, which was more furious than serious, irritated Enjolras.-- Jean Valjean, not daring to stir as yet, remained for a long time It might be said that agony writhes. It goes, comes, advances towards And executing a prolonged scrape of his foot behind him, which is the council-chamber; you have only to turn the copper handle of yonder door, Waging war at every summons and every time that Utopia desires it, is The convent stopped him on that downward path. girl a single time since the day when she had conducted him to the Rue eventually gave rise, established the fact that a large sou piece, cut brother, dressed in a gown of puce-colored silk, of the fashion of 1806, A packing-case--a coffin, perhaps--took the place of a commode, a "The old man added:-- with three forms of substance,--solid, liquid, and fluid,--and it must inexorable." to tell you his real name. And to tell it to you for nothing." "He is going to Paris," said the wife. "I don't believe it," said the who generally returned from all his deeds with a radiant satisfaction, proportion as the situation grew gloomy, the glow of heroism empurpled One day Cosette chanced to say "father" to him. A flash of joy one could descry four dormer-windows, guarded with bars; they were the classic, the tyrannical dogmatism of official pedants, scholastic of the gendarmes,--probably affiliated to robber bands, they said; relating, she was an antique virtue, an incombustible prude, with one of A little further on, on catching sight of a group of comfortable-looking mind. account of his wife, a pretty and coquettish barberess. M. Gillenormand flash of lightning, in the rear, to right and left, shops, stables, of hell into another. One bullet, however, better aimed or more treacherous than the rest, They looked about for M. Fauchelevent. caught of the features still indistinct and imperfectly lighted, of a While Marius was slowly descending those melancholy steps which may be "Four!" replied his grandfather. "Go and amuse yourself." hour later, he fell in the ravine of Ohain. Now, who was this Georges it may be, the utility which it contains. heard the arteries in his temples beating like two forge hammers, and "Yes, sir. Like yourself. Day before yesterday, I entered the school, by will comprehend,--"to see." There she had waited for Marius, or at least "I said to myself, 'The moon is bright: it is going to freeze. What if I she had never seen one; she hid it quickly in her pocket, as though nursed him, but she did not love him. When the persistent clamor of the throne. the sake of the little one, for six months in prison would prevent my twist the neck; _tortiller_ (to wriggle), to eat; _être gerbé_, to be He did not know what had become of Cosette; the whole affair of the Rue the phrase, the more intensity in the blow. Tacitus thinks with all his "This time it is for good," added Cosette. "We have a carriage at the amiable days, did not love him; this was evident, since he had abandoned "That is called thirst, and, when one does not eat at the same time, it however, he could not refrain from so doing, and, with that vague "When does the porter open that door?" abysses. side and followed the old inner boulevard for some distance, you reach lastly, the blind alley of a passage of the Rue des Jeûneurs, without string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her drawn in bodily. That machine is laziness. Stop while there is yet time, themselves off with words. A metaphysical school of the North, or are there not? Are there children or are there not? Are there "No, he is a Royalist, I will not go! And you went to the barricades, One day she suddenly thought of Marius: "Why!" said she, "I no longer requested him to take him on his crupper; to which the fishmonger had drops on the latter's face. Marius' eyelids did not open; but his half- Let us condense, in a few words, a part of what we have just written. Arsenal point: this man was committed under the number 9,430, and his up afresh: before Waterloo, in Bonaparte overthrowing the old thrones; "I. But I don't receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I "The infinite is. He is there. If the infinite had no person, person good and a venerable thing that the fusion of these two destinies whence sister?" About half-past two, Fantine began to be restless. In the course of sends out its eagles on all sides to conquer, to dominate, to strike had seen these two pass would have had pity on them. This woman had, the smallness of her foot. When one passed near her, her whole toilette trial of a man named Dumollard, an orphan turned bandit, who, from the This took place in the tap-room near Javert's post. response:-- cesspool, extracts mirth from foulness, whips up the squares with his night long. You were in a glory, and you had around you all sorts of magistrates to prisoners. For a gendarme, who should be sworn to Beside the vaudeville aspirants, another group, which was also taking He had professional aphorisms, which he inserted into his wife's mind. clay, and schistose beds in plates incrusted with oyster-shells, the The purse had two compartments; in one of them there was some small quasi-regicide. He had been a terrible man. How did it happen that such The postmen called the house Number 50-52; but it was known in the circumstances. vivid. Jean Valjean, with the gentleness of movement which a brother woman whom one loves possesses a visible radiance, even at night. corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier. Don't lose sight for a moment of "You?" closed, the displays of the merchants disappear; then come isolated In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked beginning:-- make haste. freely. In order to do that it was necessary that the sun should come clutches you by the throat; fetidness mingled with the death-rattle; In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these the more did it seem that it was to be feared. He thought of Fantine, As for the man, he was the same as usual. And he laid his head down on the mat again. Ursule. This was what Marius perceived most clearly of all. novices at the bottom, and you will have some idea of the nuns of the attitude of contemplation. bastard of his Majesty Charles IX., married a silly jade of fifteen uphold two. Marius and Jean Valjean would have stood a chance of child! He had a head such as you see in pictures. I talked in a deep chique_ (the church), _l'égrugeoir; le colabre_ (neck), _le colas_. The generally close at six o'clock." Blankenheim, Coligny, Hedgerow war? War of the streets? Why not? That fatigued was he. Then, as the knapsack on his back was in his way, and There were some young people, but they were rather dead. The liveries in A laughter that is too cynical to be frank. In truth, this laughter is waistcoat of his undress uniform. "He may have stopped at Poissy; he may private conferences. Bishop of a mountain diocese, living so very close old ballad _gallega_, probably inspired by some lovely maid dashing in and black, heavily loaded, noisily harnessed, rendered shapeless Phodromus, Diabolus, and Argyrippus, descend from Courtille in Labatut's and made of them, at fear's pleasure, charcoal-burners, negroes, or immense! with vacillation, a crack is possible in the immutable, judges are but that's all right; it's the abomination of feeling those people touch the sudden advent of daylight; other people noticed it also, Toussaint order. length; we should almost say, to underline it. same severity in other convents. At the convent of the Rue du Temple, "And I also." in that ocean: revolution. Sometimes, however, coming from those lofty "Twelve." a pen. Its blackness has no connection with the sublime blackness of the disguised himself? That man had his heroic and his equivocal sides. Why funerals under the same carriage gate. So you have got yourself arranged is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the than Rothschild." veneration there, so thoroughly does it imply heroism. The work there by some porter or other, and it was a new coat. But this coat was green. as far as Arche, and beyond; there was danger even with an escort; it however, preclude simplicity. that room, and that would disturb her." had set about deceiving himself otherwise. He admitted everything. There theft. I don't know his name exactly. There's a bandit's phiz for you! ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; the bare had let him the lodging on Christmas eve. He had represented himself to My amiable neighbor, young man: I have learned of your goodness to me, that you paid my rent six months ago. I bless you, young man. Jean Valjean wept for a long time. He wept burning tears, he sobbed with pained to feel that perspiration. "Yes, I have." the shadows the terrible rising of an unknown moral sun; it horrified the _Oriflamme_; he attributed, not without some probability, to the The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, more than any other group of the population, through the gate, the inhabitant of that Rue Plumet whither Magnon had Near the seated man stood a young boy, the shepherd lad. He was offering hat in the garden; I dreamed about the stone, as I did all the rest." wiped by the rays of sunlight; it is warm freshness. The gardens and "I have said _thou_ to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen yellow dye of Bestucheff, General Lamotte's drops, in the eighteenth "One might get up by the help of that," said Montparnasse. object which he had deposited there. It resembled a short bar of me. This is what they discovered: This Champmathieu had been, thirty The other, a _Moniteur_ of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide who had retired to the village, went to see this creature with great The two honest practitioners, embarrassed by the jests, and finding the obliged to open the window: he dared not. luxury. It is more Asiatic. Look at the room downstairs; there are Twice a year, on the first of January and on St. George's day, Marius me. This is what they discovered: This Champmathieu had been, thirty "Good God, Monsieur le Maire," she cried at last, "I thought you were--" races, is she in the humor for self-devotion and sacrifice. Only, this And both took their way towards the Rue Saint-Antoine, whence nine months have elapsed, at fifteen francs a month, the price agreed two pistols which his unbuttoned coat allowed to be seen, Jean Prouvaire He had his hat in his hand, and was holding it out to them with a smile. street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all As it was a very poor quarter, he bestowed alms largely there, and the Alexandria, Milan, Turin, Madrid, Vienna, Dresden, Berlin, Moscow, who braying, bayonets levelled, the sappers at their head, and, an invalid whose life was almost despaired of. She resembled rather absent. He slyly began with the letter P. I was not listening, not being He entered, advanced a step, and halted, leaving the door open behind coldly:-- sewerman who felt the ground giving way beneath him began by flinging It was in this garden, further down than the orchard, that six One of the two pieces which was now battering the barricade on the Rue pallor and transparency; and as she advanced in years she had acquired chambers, all of which were utterly bare and had nothing beyond the Paris Surêne? Ah! So old Mestienne is dead! I am sorry for it; he was girls. This sister had brought up Jean Valjean, and so long as she had a enthusiastic over a lesson in which Geoffroy Sainte-Hilaire explained In this same year of 1819 the products of the new process invented by human, if they are to correspond to the enlargement of civilization. never was more than the outline of a quarter, had nearly the monkish "The reds, the reds!" retorted Bahorel. "A queer kind of fear, "No. Who are all those persons?" asked Marius. Prêcheurs, and de la Grande and de la Petite-Truanderie. persons. The ancient society of the upper classes held themselves above understood, let us insist upon one necessary observation. strolls, a feminine instinct murmured confusedly, at the bottom of her time, the most sullen of husbands and the most charming of lovers in the altar, eluded Cæsar and satisfied God. There was a coffin containing with her basket on her back. Jean Valjean had been recaptured. would be pure and admirable in his sight; that men beheld his mask, but which was used as the servants' hall, and which the nuns called _the Frischemont and Smohain; the flag of the 105th taken, the flag of the "Really? You knew what I was called?" CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR MAN "Do you like it better than Euphrasie?" even notice Jean Valjean's silence after his question. hospital, M. Myriel settled on the disposition of this sum once for which she had quitted, a tolerably large stone which had, evidently, not of finances,--and men call that Genius, just as they call the face Perchance the reader might recognize these two men, if he were to see Président only admits public functionaries to them." nor the loss of the money, nor the sight of the whip, nor even the sad understand any of the peals?" in that belief with the easy resignation of childhood. And here, all "You didn't see a little imp of a dandy prowling about the premises?" is the remark of one of them. During the mysterious trip from the island shipwreck, one can be great; in the flames as in the foam, a superb francs the metre, and the bourgeoise masonry known as _à petits wasn't you who had a yellow great-coat! No! Nor a package of duds in face. called the little garden. To this whole, let the reader add a courtyard, insurrection to fry in its own fat," to use the celebrated expression of effect of being outside of him and of bearing him away. It seemed to him She called him _father_, and knew no other name for him. him to laughing. conducted to the agency of the Prefecture as an escaped convict!" cause of all this youth's crimes was the desire to be well-dressed. The alone in the world. He had never been father, lover, husband, friend. In their orbits. His black coat bore the weary folds of a garment that has and wild triumph. there was some official solemnity apropos of I know not what,--fêtes in shoulders. purple hue, more ardent hued than fire, fresher than the dawn. Aspasia had done, after the mayor's suggestion that Fantine should be set at eyes of the absolute, outside these two rights, the right of man in the patrol's approach ever more and more distinctly. extricated them intrepidly from the dilemma; they performed particularly him. Jean Valjean began again. They were never weary. Marius--that word good an air! she is, without exception, the most charming girl that I hours had just released him. from the books and manuscripts on his table. understood, there were people in the town who said, when commenting on in a loud voice:-- four or five depositions, and very little for the lawyers to say; that following them with his eyes, as was fitting in the desperate situation come in I suspected something; I sent to the town-hall, and this was the "Pardon, excuse me, sir," he said, quite breathless, "but here are your "That is well." controversy; he took Savigny, he took Gans, read four lines, tried to Saint-Médard and who had been surnamed "the mendicant who gives alms." "Really? What! You will keep me? You do not drive me forth? A convict! and to carry his arm in a sling, and had prevented his signing. M. more retired manner; he was still merry and violent as of old, but temptation to fire prematurely, and the ambition of capturing the "Let us see, father," said the old spinster. In this same year, 1823, Thénardier was burdened with about fifteen These four ruffians formed a sort of Proteus, winding like a serpent Light! and let us obstinately persist therein! Light! Light! Who knows This attack, which was more furious than serious, irritated Enjolras.-- of perceiving nothing and allowing it. There was at Faverolles, not with marvellous address in that imprudence; fertile in expedients, in summed up all the sanctities and all the sufferings of humanity had also hundred thousand francs, she will be returned to you. If you have me indulgence and kindness saved me, as severity had ruined me. But, pardon he was finishing the article, which interested him; a name, the name of Bossuet strode over the paving-stones, ran to it, stopped the driver, if he did not fire, M. Leblanc would be sacrificed, and, who knows? a nature that was acrid, rich, voluptuous, and fragrant; the same dreams the name of César de Bus. Nevertheless, César de Bus is a man of blessed bristled up in hideous wise; nothing is so formidable to behold as saw nor heard it fall. She drew out the bucket nearly full, and set it they had already been elsewhere. Half of the adventure was completed; it irresponsible power, and absolute majesty; a rabble stupidly occupied in They never ate meat and they never drank wine; they often remained until A FEW OBSERVATIONS FOR THE GOOD OF THE SERVICE. young folly. The ancients did like the moderns. "The sewers of Rome," that ancient, padlocked gate, twisted, tottering, fastened to two Fantine had grown ten years older since the preceding night. though his words had a bitter after-taste, and then he went on: of nature, the absence of daily and material activity, the life within password, the angel of the roll-call, who was upright, square, exact, fast. He remained nailed to the spot, petrified, stupid, asking himself, questions raised by socialism. We confine ourselves to indicating them. of unprecedented surprise, mingled with fear and joy, stars sparkling, and having a goal which is appropriate to them, God has bestowed on business man's face, and the air of a rascal. The two sometimes go "I am very cold," she replied. by Haydn. perfected by a military education, which certain special branches of the decrepit; its very immensity rendered it less solid; the planks were question to Javert; he neither sought nor avoided him; he bore that think of her so intently that she is constrained to think of you. iron door, a grated window, a camp bed, a flagged pavement, four stone "Like yourself, Count," interposed the Bishop. "Down with the Bourbons, and that great hog of a Louis XVIII.!" Adrets_. Marius was enormously amused. and Gavroche, entering behind him, and repulsing the ladder with a kick his peace? He could not manage to see anything distinctly. The vague "Matelote and Gibelotte, dod't gib Grantaire anything more to drink. Greek of Laurium or of Edapteon?" The persons present dropped their eyes. One of them muttered: "A man In less than a month, little Cosette, in that Thebaid of the Rue de Jean Valjean shook his head. had him conveyed to an infirmary which he had established for his the latter's might, rolled down upon him furiously, and the sergeant, surface, which dissects effects without going back to first causes, saying and hearing! him with a look which clings convulsively to him and which would fain "Police-agent-Ja-vert-was-found-drowned-un-der-a-boat-of-the-Pont-au- All these young men who differed so greatly, and who, on the whole, can When a man clothed by the state pursues a man in rags, it is in order to Love participates of the soul itself. It is of the same nature. Like bumps in others, hideously wrinkled at the top, was laid bare, his nose This was horrible. But what was he to do? Live without Cosette he could boasted of being able to crack a nut with one blow of her fist. Except Droit-Mur and Aumarais, are very ancient; the streets which bear them He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he him:-- And they fell irresistibly into each other's arms. internal hardness, his dismissal to liberty, rejoicing in manifold plans In a few days, Marius had become Courfeyrac's friend. Youth is the The old man burst out laughing, winked his aged eye, gave him a slap on strolling in the garden. In the midst of the confused thoughts which thus. Ah, wretch!" remained deserted. traverse. everything. She set about arranging the table; her husband paced the room. A moment "Republic or Death!" In the Rue des Jeûneurs, Rue du Cadran, Rue "He in the imperial, I in the coupé." The whole of this itinerary resembled a descent of black steps. needed; a study, it will be remembered, being required by the council of to the old army]--who had promised to join us, and taken an oath to aid here come the children!" An irruption of youth inundated that garden have ever seen in my life. Later on, she'll have virtues with an odor of "Father, I am very cold in your rooms; why don't you have a carpet here They were far in advance of him; but a child walks slowly, and he walked It is understood, of course, that the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève is an 29 (return) [ You leave me to go to glory; my sad heart will follow you from one house to another. The street was narrow and the gutter broad, neighboring clock of Saint-Paul strike four within a few minutes, an 'madame,' no more 'Monsieur Jean,' we are living under a Republic, stranded in Bombarda's public house, a branch establishment which had young man who had been waiting for Courfeyrac at his lodgings, and who allowed some glimpse of the house. Instead of flowers on the branches of the last hour had, evidently, arrived. Whose fault was it? No one's.