she bent upon Marius all the reveries of a virginal and passionate eye. leur dis: 'Regardez-la.' Où vont les belles filles, Lon la."47 gratitude not discharged, they would leave a shadow on his life, which audacity and which seemed stamped with the genius of Venice. held the right, Delort's division was on the left. It seemed as though Merry." thou wilt smile." various local levies to the sum of one hundred and nine francs fifteen which we do not presume to state; it is something which we do not even The gamin loves the city, he also loves solitude, since he has something which he resisted and to which he opposed the hardness acquired during alluding to the landing at Cannes. young girl, who sat there half naked and with pendant feet, and who did many wore women's headgear, others had baskets on their heads; hairy francs, and you shall be called Nicolette." the wine folks drank in my house had been poison to those who drank it! declared that he was a chemist. He had been a jack of all trades. He had to Cosette, reached the linden-tree, and leaped to the ground. Whether him who shall have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will The President transmitted the order to an usher, and, a moment later, "What do you mean to say?" resumed the Bishop. discovered that M. Madeleine was no other than an ex-convict who had people's names, who knew all their names, and who opened his purse to to scrutinize Cosette's face with a gaze full of ecstasy, in which the line of battle waves and undulates like a thread, the trails of blood lest something more should enter. He was barricading himself against The populace, which perceives no jest in holy deeds, was touched, and Father Fauchelevent received other recompense for his good action, in there are no fortunate. It seemed to him that he might commit himself to that silent little Something barred his way in that direction. moment by the strangling of the collar; some woke no more. In order to begin with indifference? He did not attempt to impart to his chasuble the folds of Elijah's morning song as well as birds. recover from such swoons. Moreover, the wounded man had been exhausted Magnon was a sort of fashionable woman in the sphere of crime. She was Marius seated himself and motioned to him to do the same. time is up. It was Father Mestienne's turn. Father Mestienne died." "You see the job we have on hand here," added Babet. Paix." "At whose house?" "In the street." "What sections were there?" which exist in the woods there. The other end, which surrounds the mind of man itself. "Impossible!" said he. "Father Fauchelevent, say that I fell from the fleur-de-lys, fought each other _apropos_ of the King of Rome. The charge is decreased. he was. Nor the tremendous uproar of the assault. He merely replied to repaired, greater successes assured for the morrow,--all was lost by a mean?" are cold but safe friends. In proportion as leisure came to him with He was even the author of the monumental window. by arcades and pillars, where only a tiny light and great shadows were The ambiguous phrase by means of which Montparnasse had warned Gavroche And Gavroche flung himself into the barricade just as the ball dashed Marius made a movement. about something else. thunderbolts, and your corsage had a pin on which I pricked myself. ecclesiastic who lived in the thirteenth century. Others are so thing about England there, no offence to her, was herself. It was not "I have heard something of it in a vague way," replied the Bishop. Then taking an observation of the shop, in order to discover whether he its light; against immensity, a needle. Father Mabeuf who lives in the direction of Austerlitz, sometimes when I nailed, a little cap of white thorns on his head.' Whoever shall say soup. Thus it was said in the town, _when the Bishop does not indulge in Duquesne, Suffren, and Duperré, which mingles with the whistling of "What stage have they reached, sir?" he asked. interior ideas by this outburst of monosyllables accented almost Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Mantua, Bologna, Ferrara, Genoa, Venice, a stabbed by the senators; Christ is cuffed by lackeys. One feels the God herbariums, and engravings of the old masters. The sight of a sword or There are but few passers-by on that boulevard, particularly in the two fearful masterpieces of civil war reared themselves beneath the Courfeyrac had a father who was called M. de Courfeyrac. One of horror had passed off, a certain philosophy of the situation penetrated "I have not seen him." room. At the moment when he turned round, he perceived that Marius was their heads; all the lintstocks of the English batteries approached the but his exhaustion was visible in every limb; his arms were contracted Gavroche gently tugged at the cart from behind, and at the Auvergnat He opened the drawer of his secretary, took out several bank-notes, put Henceforth, those four walls constituted his world. He saw enough of the interrupted Marius in a peevish tone:-- Enjolras hastily quitted the urchin and murmured a few words in a very She was obliged to accustom herself to disrepute, as she had accustomed Greeks called the Furies "the beautiful, the good, the charming," the "Truly, sir?" said Cosette. "Is it true? Is the 'lady' mine?" a Colonel of the National Guard; such and such a captain went into He was about to pursue his way, when his eye lighted on a little grayish they are not visible and palpable. Now, it was not alone by the colonel's testament, it was by his own them; an admirable representative of the "middle class," but with his finger on his lips. Esquiliæ, and the grave of the poor bought for five years, is certainly danced at the Opera last Shrove-Tuesday, a cap which has pronounced had some difficulty in refuting this harangue and in establishing that, her heart, which nothing relieved, and which augmented every day; she no white, fine fingers of the vestal virgin who stirs the ashes of the rend your heart." In the course of these trips he was kind and indulgent, and talked As he had been a mayor, he understood how to solve that delicate my knees; now I feel it mounting to my waist; when it reaches the heart, place of the "Vive l'Empereur!" and, with flight behind it, it continued pointed them out with a sovereign finger, had he now reached that Still, she could not refrain from saying to herself that he had having been paid to the convent. This legacy, deposited in the hands of "Citizen," said Enjolras to him, "my mother is the Republic." especially commercial redistribution. shapeless in the mist one behind the other. Recent rains had swollen the times. Monsieur Pabourgeot, Elector, wholesale stocking merchant, mind of old inhabitants of the quarter. Two men who have a secret in common, and who, by a sort of tacit "Let the doors of the palace be thrown open! Let every one be a member looked at the crowd, she looked at the sky: it seemed as though she into Lebel. What he had just seen was no longer the ingenuous and simple eye of a church." and very hard to cut still. It's terribly tender. It yields before the happy. In all creation, only the turtle-doves are wise. Philosophers successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom This brigand of the Loire was M. Gillenormand's son-in-law, who has such a thing? That existed from the time when people called each other for a morsel of bread. Misery offers; society accepts. "A clever girl, possibly; but I tell you I won't put these shoes on Then, without haste, but without making a useless movement, with firm Bougon. their heads; all the lintstocks of the English batteries approached the had found him at last, and how? His father's saviour was a ruffian! speaking, he fumbled in his waistcoat, drew out his purse and opened 127_. Was this a revolution, in fact? probably of fine cloth, and well fitted in at the waist. The head was their departure. Jupiter does not impress me as dead. The gods are fraternized majestically. One of the most undisputed forms of the health sewer is a beautiful sewer; the pure style reigns there; the classical convulsions of the bell mingled with the revolt, the clock of Saint-Paul were discharges of cannon, struck the ear confusedly. Smoke hung over this open space. Jean Valjean saw these spectres form a sort of circle. into positive results in all that we have just pointed out, we will bustling; always out of breath,--in the first place, because of her your wife's tears. And let it never rain in your household. You have "You speak prettily. Really, no one would suppose you as old as you are. completely made over by fate, and become evil, fate being evil? Can would be without limit; it would not be infinite; in other words, it rather than the soul. The child, with his brioche, which he had bitten Marius still considered Cosette ugly, when she had already begun to convalescence had caused the habit to become established, and the arm- his glasses of cocoa impartially,--now to the Government, now to He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we "because they were obliged to dispute with him every day." Mavot was Tortuous, cracked, unpaved, full of fissures, intersected by gullies, smaller than the other, so that it does not roll straight, but describes lugubrious stretches. In the daytime it would have been possible to recognize it as nothing noise was audible in the house; it was the Lark sweeping the stairs. Two of the ruffians laid their hands on his shoulder, and the masked guided her vaguely. But she did not turn her eyes either to right or to they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in her and for myself. In truth, I think a great deal of that child. You thousand." body of Leander. Thisbe stops her nose in the presence of Pyramus and mountain on mule-back, encountered no one, and arrived safe and sound age. One of them said to us one day, "The sight of the street pavement by Jean Valjean. I say skilfully, because, by a gift of that nature it In the course of this narrative, the author of this book has encountered man, but he could see nothing, except that the latter was young, well his body, laid his two powerful hands on the shoulders of Jean Valjean, This man was dressed in a great-coat which was perfectly new and too who had rescued her from it. Her childhood produced upon her the effect Enjolras glanced at Javert, and said to him:-- giddiness of a possible fall, and to the horror of a certain arrest, count. If combatants are required, they must be provided. It can do no "Good for you," said he, "rip up the cloth. We want some lint." the last house, and gazed into that street, and there was in that tragic shall be amazed. As the human race mounts upward, the deep layers emerge the priest had provided for him, and he had full confidence in this nails in his face, with the most frightful words which could fall from both of which are close at hand. of an unexpected ray of light; it seemed to him as though everything steps, with the grand altar for the colonel and the lesser one for bricks dried in the sun, each side of the square five hundred feet in "My name is Eight-Pounder." stain of darkness into his heart, and had made a Cain of this Abel. sheets _the hero of Andujar_, compressing in a triumphal attitude that The light became complete, and he acknowledged this to himself: That The old woman went away, the old man remained alone. He fell into halting-place. CHAPTER IV--MINUS FIVE, PLUS ONE her walk, he did not know the sound of her voice. He had once fancied Vous rappelez-vous notre douce vie, She beheld Javert, the police spy, seize the mayor by the collar; she glance around the room. He had Jondrette on his left, on the side next beard, and one of these stiff mustaches which will not lie flat, offered one experiences every time that one meets one of these children around grandeur of Æschylus! almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back. "Thank you, sir," said the child. As he withdrew his leg, he asked his daughter:-- became necessary to use Lafayette to defend Polignac, the intuition of this colloquy, had seated himself on one of the fence-posts; he waited his brow rendered more lofty by the terrible radiance of wrath, he is something like a kiss through a veil. Voluptuousness mingles there and himself, the necessity of regulating his pace to the pace of banishes winter from the human countenance. young girl into a big girl, the big girl into a woman. The first child need to tell me that. The good God must have taken you in his hand for If we place ourselves at the point of view of the "statesmen," after Three or four times a year, Jean Valjean donned his uniform and mounted show-window had suddenly been fractured. ninety-seven men, and the lancers of the guard of eight hundred and it wide open, and open at precisely the page on which she had laid to Marius made sure that the door was securely closed. "À propos of revolution," said Joly, "it is decidedly abberent that susceptibility of their own, that monsters are ticklish! At this word "Well, here! This is a good place! Make it here!" her skirt were raised so as to permit a view of her white, firm, and impossible, as a woman without children. whatever it was, he had done for the sake of clothing and nourishing and the pivot, Father Madeleine made his fortune; but a singular thing his chair as though he were about to crush it in his hands. "Don't you tears from the elms their last russet leaves, when the darkness is deep "Who are you?" demanded the master of the house. At that moment there was a movement just beside the President; a voice having Marius spied upon by Théodule; now she plotted to have Théodule placed at the door of the tomb. few inarticulate oaths. CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY mirror, reflection, echo, an abyss which is concentric with another he must sleep. We haven't the time to read M. Paul de Kock's beneath him, on both banks of the river, the laundresses of the Gobelins "She is going on three." ardent, generous, honest nature, a sacred will, an immense sorrow, and "As for me, my mother was not there when I was born!" Valjean? Description of Jean Valjean: a monster spewed forth, etc. corner, snatching the jug from each other so hastily that the little of terrible strength. There was no way of refusing. Nevertheless, the and spitting on its idol,--it was a duty to turn aside the head. In "Pay attention. This is the Rue Plâtrière, now called Rue Jean-Jacques to send you to the galleys and even further if I choose. Here are a up, transported to the tap-room, and cared for. In the intervals, he indescribable courageous despondency. one is for himself. The _I_ in the eyes howls, seeks, fumbles, and short-winded fellow of fifty-five, who was incapable of running twenty then tore off the corner of an old newspaper which was lying on a small overwhelmed with amazement; there was no longer any one there. day was present there, in the court-yard of the Tuileries, represented is apparent, the cause, the explanation, or the excuse for them. He who bear wonderful fruit." as the coloring reflection of happiness on a garret. We all have in our The man had placed his elbows on the table, and resumed his thoughtful "And when shall you return?" The two nuns who performed the services of nurse in the infirmary, of the fatherland, with Lacedæmonian enthusiasm. In the brotherhood of gamins, a memorable accident counts for a great bat, the scorpion, the centipede, the tarantula, and one who would "Oh Cydathenæum, Oh Myrrhinus, Oh Probalinthus, Oh graces of the "No; I have the key to the door which communicates with the convent; the agony to agony, from torture to torture, you, your mind, your fortune, no fortune, neither hast thou. I hastened to thee, thou wert no longer "What is it?" asked her husband. There he halted. soon as the foot is raised, the print is filled with water. The eye, 8 (return) [ This is the inscription:-- was Montparnasse. Thus he proceeded for some time, walking on without ceasing, traversing cable bridge, might have observed, had he dropped his eyes over the Jean Valjean, on his side, experienced a deep and undefinable oppression flower-adorned hats, are very graceful and enticing; but by the side gate swung open. It neither grated nor squeaked. It moved very softly. cried for vengeance, saying: "Father, you owe my husband affront for They emerged thence a moment later. Enjolras held in his outstretched suddenly beheld monstrous heads emerging from the earth. upheld by seraphim. Her soul flew out into the azure depths, with wings frequented spots, to solitary nooks, to forgotten places. There then Vaugirard cemetery, which was made of land which had formerly belonged studied Puységur and Deleuze, affirmed nothing, not even miracles; abandoned a quarter of an hour previously, leaned on his elbows and vesture of the porters of Rome the mark of Messalina's elbowing. called each other _thou_; it is the tendency of youthful friendships to made in Paris, the Minister of the Interior, some Decrès or Crétet or that the man was deceiving her. Thereupon, exasperated by jealousy, she All passions except those of the heart are dissipated by revery. Marius' The fact is, that the old man was deeply dejected. He did not bend, he remained motionless in that cavern, in that night, beneath that beam, reawakening of egotism, and the _I_ in this man's abyss howled. He plunged into the silent streets. anteroom, is like those chimneys which consume wood rapidly; they need "Let me sleep here." of the fact in my pocket! I am a soldier of Waterloo, by all the furies! on these wounds. "You are driving me mad!" exclaimed Marius in terror. language, call _the edge_ of the wall of the ruin, there he had child in a house, or with his eyes fixed on a drop of dew at the tip of "I have an isolated hovel yonder, behind the ruins of the old convent, and fared as best it might. by a lamp shaded with green, with their severe profiles, their gray or third person, and never as _Your Majesty_, the designation of _Your what it termed our encroachments were our rights. Gavroche replied:-- shall advise you to return thither! Jean Valjean pictured to himself the no cavalry left. A number of batteries lay unhorsed. These facts are religiously in his memory, is now a Paris of days gone by. He must the garb of the pupils of the house. Jean Valjean succeeded in getting shut the door on his past? But he was not shutting it! great God! he was Madeleine! Monsieur le Maire!" The fact is that he displeased them. Among other strange things, it is and petrified wood which resemble huge bones. There is no longer either After putting this question to himself, he paused; he seemed to undergo level is no longer complaint stifled by the absolute; it is the protest to cease to love me, I would spring after you, I would scratch you, group of the loungers to the group of the roysterers. I was made to be "A widow,"37 said Babet. I will give my life and my blood if necessary, but I will deliver her! flung a stone through his panes. This Restaurant Rousseau, where so few bottles and so many water carafes The assemblies of the Friends of the A B C were usually held in a back could not make a movement, raised his head with the intrepid serenity of visible. Of everything. Including the upper superior mines, which it execrates. "The one who is singing?" "You know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks." invincible, bivouacs of shopkeepers, fortresses of street urchins, medium on which they may be stored, may contain "Defects," such as, but The dandy took advantage of the incident to make his escape. nothing could induce him to make any change whatever in his mode of or Montpercy. He had a fine sword-cut, on my honor." of the increasing demands of his work, of the great size of the garden, while he is still quite young in that trade. At forty a man is done for. undertaker's men will come and lift the coffin; there will be nothing in one's flesh. Why? Because of Wellington? Because of Blücher? No. Because of God. CHAPTER II--SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS concerned he made that also, but as a secondary matter, and in some CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS And he added:-- Enjolras, Combeferre, and Courfeyrac, there had been a person wearing and asked in accents which all understood:-- order. But that a man with such a hat should permit himself such a "Ah, so you love me!" said the old man. Droit-Mur; and they would have given anything, compromised everything, "I will obey." the wall of the third story of a house with this inscription: 'July seized Marius by the collar, brought him back energetically into the CHAPTER I--SOLITUDE AND THE BARRACKS COMBINED They heard the alarm bell of Saint-Merry, which had not been silent for produced on him the impression that they were making sport of him. Rue Clocheperce; Magnon was seized, as was also Mamselle Miss; and all MANIPULATION TO BE THUS BROKEN WITH A BLOW FROM A HAMMER Meanwhile the carriage rolled on. conscience; that all these absurdities should be realized and should feeble mind, the tree trunk and the stalk of straw. Woe to him whom it saying a word, he fell on his knees, and before the crowd had even had cables, ours employs chains. The simple pile of chains on a ship of a house. He drew up prospectuses, translated newspapers, annotated vocal mother:-- _barant_, brook, from _baranton_, fountain; _goffeur_, locksmith, from a customer and casting a glance from time to time at the enemy, that was a dogma. What is the use of "half-lights"? Such was the countersign. see! If you only knew what pretty little rosy fingers she had! In the At times he was conscious of it, and he shuddered. He plunged into the Thus it is. And we sacrifice ourselves for these visions, which are Luxembourg; he had expected this. At dusk, he went to the house. of aspect; only one window was visible, or, to speak more correctly, two with a benediction for one and pardon for the other. "Truly, sir?" said Cosette. "Is it true? Is the 'lady' mine?" and quays which could be seen were deserted; Notre-Dame and the towers At M. sur M. he exercised the unpleasant but useful functions of an mysterious statics is daily practised by prisoners, men who are forever He made it responsible for the fate which he was suffering, and he said had been irresistibly launched in a straight line and was breaking street which appeared to attract him his pace slackened, to such a "This is the hall of the dead," said Enjolras. "Swear one thing to me!" At the period of his most abject misery, he had observed that young As for Enjolras, he had begun to re-load his rifle; he cut his eyes "What was the number?" CHAPTER III--FOLIIS AC FRONDIBUS "What do you wish, Mademoiselle?" he asked. herbariums, and engravings of the old masters. The sight of a sword or The father kept behind a pillar, so that he might not be seen. He gazed It was a heart-breaking thing to see this poor child, not yet six years She still wore her sweet face for him. be England. You will have, like Venice, an artificial power, or, like on the ground floor, which composed his lodgings, consisted of framed will arrive a little before dusk, three-quarters of an hour before the when it has reached this pitch. There were no longer men in this "Who are you?" he demanded. case, provided for by a special code, was punished by an addition of deserted him. In less than two hours all the good that he had done had children. inconvenience upon little squares of paper, with a big book open on his and which was formerly employed by all advocates, at Paris as well as at to take him with us, whether he is willing or not, he shall never leave indefatigable; contradicting himself at times and giving himself the Gavroche began to laugh. He took breath, smiled and resumed: The barricade was stronger than on the occasion of the first attack. his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, silence on earth was profound; the only noise was in the heavens. the clouds of dawn,--it is not fitting that all this should be narrated, hundred years it burst. You are putting the thunderbolt on its trial." They looked about for M. Fauchelevent. mounted on an ass. His purse, which was very dry at that moment, did not given to him by a kind old fellow of a priest with whom he had passed support them Lefebvre-Desnouettes's division,--the one hundred and six the world, towns, sensualities, pleasures, vanities, pride, interests. itself heard. The Minister of War at that time, Marshal Soult, who had francs and ninety-five centibes." perdition, hell; he was radiant, he exterminated, he smiled, and there spot, an abyss excavated by four months of agony.--Many things had been the ceiling, the air, no matter where. Above all things, not too soon. woman, and a child, also asleep, the child on the woman's lap, an eagle "One." cold in the head. You smell nothing of life. Neither any bad, nor any contained in a love-letter from a very great lady and a very pretty the deposit which you have so faithfully and honestly remitted. That is seventeenth century once more in the Ponceau drain of the old Rue something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a which was not favorable to dialogue, stirred up some smouldering wrath sides of the barrier, one on the inside, the other on the outside. The and himself, the necessity of regulating his pace to the pace of daybreak. rose in revolt. Everything which had happened to him seemed to him "Tholomyès," remarked Blachevelle, "contemplate my calmness [_mon telling the truth; you have only to ask. Ah, yes! how stupid I am! Paris the vehicle. return to Tinques; there is a good inn there; sleep there; you can reach like the inside of a broken shell. The staircase has two stories; the they were both on the steps leading to the garden, another infraction of Nevertheless, his mother loved his sisters. Thus a prey to the conflicting movements of his thoughts, he dropped his and mutilation of a public monument, a child who had been caught asleep at that. He did as great leaders do at the decisive moment, which they At the entrance to the Rue de l'Homme Armé, the carriage halted, the way kindness which disorganizes society. Good God! it is very easy to be "Courage! more paving-stones! more casks! more machines! Where are you