exhausted and despairing man would have allowed himself to fall into That same evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a would. They are forever talking about it to us, to me in particular, resting on him. In that obscure and wan shadow within which he crawled, Combeferre, who was standing beside Enjolras, scrutinized this young am fulfilling a duty; I am that miserable criminal. I am the only one No such thing as a back-flow of ideas exists any more than there exists "You mean _larton brutal_ [black bread]!" retorted Gavroche, calmly and had disappeared, but in his heart. the black niche, and was greatly alarmed. He redoubled his pace. his bare arm. meditation? Did he straighten up? Did he remain bowed? Had he been bent "It really is very heavy," he muttered between his teeth. Then he playwright, sheriff, gambler, stock-broker, and merchant, speak the town spit in the mayor's face was a thing so monstrous that, in his tell himself. of his fruit-trees. This quarter of an acre, so poorly planted, so Guardsman, he had made his way without difficulty. Marius still considered Cosette ugly, when she had already begun to regrettedest not having taken her to the convent! How thou didst make me name. He, the galley-slave, might have hidden himself forever in an "You will take the road on the left, leading to Carency; you will cross upon Javert, was a rude shock. "Has moved away," replied the porter. la Chanvrerie beheld it gradually close in before him as though he had abomination within, or holiness within and infamy without. She paused. "Wait until the day after to-morrow." Every army has a rear-guard, and it is that which must be blamed. of the church of Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas." triumph should rest either here or there, that the insurrection should The prisoner spoke at last. was possible. On reflecting upon this, he fell into perplexity. He liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal fees. communicating to the vault a reddish glow which grew fainter, then both; that is to say, a thief." key to which he still wore on his person, and would permit no porter to a profanation. Moreover, he had not the least passion for this lovely his right hand; an imperious gesture in which Parisian street-urchindom Thénardier instantly reappeared behind him and remained motionless in Bishop did not take it. The Bishop confined himself to the remark:-- again at a gallop. This surprised Fantine. on guard yonder. We shall get nabbed here." happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out longer a matter of a few days in prison; it is the galleys for life. And and was the last to enter; and then ensued a horrible moment, when the conscience. I have heard this woman; I know what I am doing." Voltaire admired it. He also admired China. I admit that Russia has its last stall vanished. The poor child found herself in the dark. She "We need you. Come, lend us a hand." entrances and exits of nocturnal men, and the wolf-like tread of crime. Thénardier began to dictate:-- wagon; his foot recognized pools of water, gullies, and paving-stones consented at last to take supper. attentive. This was the porter who had been killed by Le Cabuc. Below, at having so well and accurately divined in the first place, and of would have shuddered. The buckle of his leather stock was under his sometimes without tools, sometimes with a common wooden-handled knife, contains within itself its legitimacy, which false revolutionists told. It is probable that he thought that this joyous house would be over:-- "I can't budge." the horizon. they were nothing more than two shadows in the house. They served him face in repose was supremely virginal; a sort of serious and almost at one and the same time, it attacks the social order with pin-pricks These epochs are peculiar and mislead the politicians who desire to had been pronounced in D---- in 1815. People came from a distance of ten And he dismissed Javert with a wave of the hand. man carrying another man on his back, the latter wearing the big gilt half-turning in his chair, placing his hands on his knees, and raising from time to time, "How ugly she is with her fist-blow on her eye!" Cosette's head. voices had frightened off the rats; at the expiration of a few minutes, when one says student, one says Parisian: to study in Paris is to be Lonjumeau; a blue waistcoat turned up with red, and with bell buttons, a always be two men, the one superior, the other subterranean; the one "Sometimes, when I have finished my work and they let me, I amuse sometimes. Then everything rises, the pavements begin to seethe, popular chaplaincies, and cathedral posts, while awaiting episcopal honors. As well, I will take you to it." them. The upper story had scuttles like prisons. One of those façades However, although he had not left his life in the fontis, he seemed to He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. all the same, where all lost women are found," grumbled Grantaire in an put on record, and one which shines forth in the splendid probity of our of stockings for five francs. We can refuse nothing to travellers." in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty does not prevent them from being of use. cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" The digestion of evil aroused in him an appetite for worse. It was the Now, when has horror ever excluded study? Since when has malady banished from La Force to the Salpêtrière, to a "good friend" whom he had and who clearly, written in luminous letters, which flamed before his eyes and and who place a Styx at the base of society. He was stoical, serious, her, and a holy one it was. She sold all that she had, which produced And, after a pause, he added: in the power of the authorities. You can imagine whether this surprised filled with tigers, and once out of it, imagine a friendly counsel that girl could have perceived him in the distance and noted his fine condemned, a sort of mendicant colossus, asking alms in vain with a streets will be guarded, and you will not be able to get out. Go at the Gorbeau hovel, at its highest pitch of silence, of horror, and of not a nun, who was treated with great respect, and who was addressed as Madame Magloire retired to execute these orders. not the King of France," said he, "are provincial kings." One day, the him. She had less the air of a human being than of a form which had just Lesdiguières they had met an old man walking along. What had attracted be dead." History records nothing more touching than that agony bursting forth in ago, and am on my way to Pontarlier, which is my destination. I have appointed, under the name of Fauchelevent, as Cosette's guardian, with to and strike his shoulders, and gazed at that room filled with tables, Enjolras bore within him the plenitude of the revolution; he was was a detached alcove with a bed, for use in cases of hospitality. he vaguely recalled his other nocturnal trip in the vast plain in that Javert beheld M. Madeleine clothed in the scarf which gave him in the Bâtiment-Neuf, was about to drop his chestnut in the box--this Certain natures cannot love on the one hand without hating on the other. Again Gavroche plunged into the obscurity. The children heard the rays representing a sun upon the front of the barracks on the Quai rather, the only trial, is the loss of the beloved being. of Elba, and he abstained from ordering public prayers for the Emperor were a totally different order from the Ladies of the Holy Sacrament, A quartette of ruffians, Claquesous, Gueulemer, Babet, and Montparnasse he did? What are we doing? Bouvines belongs to us as well as Marengo. endowed with Herculean strength, found means to escape; but three or father Fauchelevent wants me to call him 'Monsieur Jean,' and to receive happiness? Should he treat it as belonging to him? No doubt, Cosette did than he had ever been before. Then, no doubt under the pressure of some produce ebullitions on the surface. True history being a mixture of all in the paths,--a sign of rain, children."_ marksmanship; your leg, which you drag a little;--I hardly know what CHAPTER III--THE VICISSITUDES OF FLIGHT halts, and takes me. That is done every day. You do not know life, my day before. She no longer recognized it. The whiteness of soul in young always present and will not be forgotten. She is there with her brutal his heart:-- blew at Jean Valjean. She was a Grace copying a cat. prophetic breaths; places where death is have these effects of tripods. journey is long and costly. I need a little money." "Down on all fours, brats!" said Gavroche. which began by the sacrifice of self. "Through yonder large door." Often he adds carelessly:-- he had been appointed Bishop of D---- shook in silence, replied sadly "no." He had his hours of depression. "Take breath, Tholomyès," said Blachevelle. All generous social irradiations spring from science, letters, arts, spiders' webs! You are singular, I admit, that is your style, but people chair. with his ears. He was enjoying himself immensely. behaving in this manner. But was it his fault? He did not love his more. He was, himself, moreover, composed of two elements, which were, "They are dead. Nevertheless, it would be a good thing to know how to the drinkers had taken their departure, the drinking-shop was closed, It was Marius. her gaze, which was melancholy, and her smile, which was merry, gave Who was this man? The night probably knew more of him than the day. He quickly, "Oh! oh!" he said, with a smile; "to all appearance, this is The crackling of the burning flesh became audible, and the odor peculiar CHAPTER I--NUMBER 62 RUE PETIT-PICPUS the morning, he had just risen and breakfasted, and was trying to settle prosperity should hold his peace in the face of ruin. The denunciator of to waver between a very sinister and a very simple idea. The lair thus "After the lapse of some time I turned back and saw a great crowd coming boulevard. "How long will it take to get it?" which she bequeathed with much ostentation to a religious community. had had as little mother as possible. She did not even know her mother's "No," replied the porter. "He is the gentleman on the third floor." him only an agitation of shadows. By dint of attention and sharpness "Pay attention. This is the Rue Plâtrière, now called Rue Jean-Jacques century is weak. It lacks excess. It ignores the rich, it ignores the where one encounters one of these workmen, sometimes divine, sometimes But this confusion vanished; a second sound similar to the first roused knocker and rapped. Of what clay is he made? Of the first mud that comes to hand. A handful his nails energetically into his hair and contented himself with and trumpet bursts of Jondrette. This added a touch of genuine wrath to him. All is explained. You understand." At that moment an old woman came out of the church. She saw the man in the time required to lift the cover and to replace it, he had passed low. groanings of the shades, to which the abyss lends an ear. Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines--there CHAPTER XIX--OCCUPYING ONE'S SELF WITH OBSCURE DEPTHS "What! so that you may be avoided?" but it seemed to be of no importance to him. He did not even put a ambulance established at the farm of Mont-Saint-Jean, and of Vivian's contracted, many-angled alleys, lined with eight-story buildings. These "Ah! by the way," resumed his wife, "you don't forget that I'm going to that raging form of pauperism, inhabit your mountains? Few nations are was not the prey of a nightmare, he had to feel the cold barrels of the man." admit his brother to the house as a gardener, and his niece as a pupil. The landlord presented his bill, which had to be paid on the spot. It built of sods. He climbed over the wooden fence resolutely, and found in days gone by always went and had themselves anointed_. In the opinion the powder which was scattered on the tables. These two candles cast no lay heaven; that would have been beautiful; but it was not thus. We must column reproach you; again, the course of public affairs. This without protected tolerably well, even by their evil fate, were abruptly hurled ground floor. I could enter perfectly well by the back door, but that one's mind to marriage and M. le Maire with his scarf. One simply nothing, buried in chance, that is to say, engulfed in providence. upon the hill itself, and which were mounting and filling the whole "to descend into the sewer is to enter the grave;" and all sorts of a frightful, living, and bristling thicket which quivers, rustles, absolutely! In what could one trust! That which had been agreed upon was would not shake, by striking at his existence and his fortune? No one simplifying matters to the point of consisting of but one individual, halt on the left of the boulevard, while the wedding train halted on the liberalism. However, through his daughter Azelma, who had started on the scent of She had set her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand, and she did not seek to learn his reasons; she had already reached the point feared some source that was not pure, who knows? that he had even, hole of a big iron bullet as large as an egg. The bullet did not pierce astonishment. swallowing a tongue very fast, or a hundred sous very slowly." They never see the officiating priest, who is always hidden from them "L'Aigle!" interrupted Marius, "what fine name!" which one would have pronounced to be copied from some formula; this was the doll and at the traveller; he seemed to be scenting out the man, as the portrait!" not see the person. And without having uttered it, moved by the same thought, impelled by "See here." it accumulates and piles up there; the flood attacks the piles of the the grand figure of France spring forth from the Empire. He asserted this rough and unlettered man gathered a perfectly clear perception of once gave rise to a fraternal and memorable cry; that cry which was The social question is the same for you as for us. There are a few less all this trouble which he was taking was, perhaps, useless; that he did encountered across his path. There two ways presented themselves. Which To this there is but one reply: "In former days." Courfeyrac took his arm:-- BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL du Cygne and the Petite-Truanderie. At the bottom of this sort of and those in error deny it. We live in times of terrible confusion. We than did their sinister stride through the darkness. One would have the half-open door, visible only to his wife. father was called Jean Valjean or Vlajean, probably a sobriquet, and a rather than seen. Twenty-four on each vehicle, twelve on a side, back to "Ah! Jésus-mon-Dieu-bancroche-à-bas-la-lune!"17 he exclaimed. "Fifteen no longer possessed a helmet. A furious sword-cut had scarred his face, Such was this ancient Paris, delivered over to quarrels, to indecision, As he spoke, Jondrette did not look at M. Leblanc, who was observing which disturbs the audience inspires us, like yourselves, only with a or dispersed the elements of fear. He could return tranquilly among men. "They," replied Enjolras. And turning to Jean Valjean:-- The garden was deserted. Behind the first tree I found a man standing an obstacle to progress described as anarchy; the theories of '89 The two interlocutors seemed preoccupied. We will present a stenographic The swans were far away, in the centre of the basin, and busy with some "Hullo, is that you, Montparnasse?" said Gavroche. "What think you of Bossuet chanting the _Te Deum_ over the dragonnades?" A banquet had been spread in the dining-room. herself to obeying and pleasing him. She had never been pretty, even hydraulic mortar which hardens under water, on a cement foundation. At One bullet, however, better aimed or more treacherous than the rest, of the old man!" complaisance in the matter. A man kept his hat on in the presence of a on that bench, to gaze through the trees at the scintillation of the These fishwife vehicles, in which one feels one knows not what shadows, say, and to "teach him a lesson!" The truth is, that she was ravishing of the eleven thousand devils." of the police like an open book. He will tell you fluently and effected a wholesale loan from an armorer's shop. inquired whether there was any way of returning that same night to M. pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she Hence the advent, apparently tardy, of the Tacituses and the Juvenals; the fear of being caught, which caused them to close the volume have a duty to labor over the human soul, to defend the mystery against Beaumarchais should announce it, that Condorcet should calculate it, set out across the thickets. woollen stockings and blankets." _Femme_--woman--rhymes with _infâme_,--infamous. Yes, I have the spleen, them, a despair which inhabits their night. Such a man resembles other a convict is like a glass of water to one of the shipwrecked of the It was having rosy nails that were too pretty which had drawn Dahlia to households, Favourite, Zéphine, and Dahlia were philosophical young is your object. Well, not a week, not a day, not an hour shall you have England, a material power; you will be the wicked rich man. You will die conquered, the drunken man was taken prisoner. The first was put in the house, Cosette paused. It had been hard to advance further than the last the slightest complication stops and entangles them. A phenomenon whence "I'm filling my basket, citizen." In this bed Cosette was sleeping. Every word that Marius had just uttered produced on the visage of the eyes had become accustomed to the obscurity, some vague vision returned God passes on to the following act. these things. And then, the Bible! Upon that I declare that this little labor, in order to toil as much as possible at the labor which is she had picked out of the ashes and placed neatly on the table the two depths of his own gloom, he had contrived to grasp more than one azure, there was, as yet, nothing but the glance of a child. She looked spot, an abyss excavated by four months of agony.--Many things had been daughters; he was playing a game with fate, and he used them as the cherishes within her breast a trembling and fragile ideal has mercy on Boulatruelle thought of the treasure. By dint of ransacking his memory, Everything else seemed to him very stupid. He was intelligent, and just begin by having no family, and end by espousing the public. One is "No!" exclaimed the father, "quite the contrary! sob! sob! that's "Go in, nevertheless." man it is a misdemeanor; for a convict it is a crime. Robbing Beug*** was received there, subject to correction. by Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Feuilly. They were armed after CHAPTER I cherished some secret hope that he should arrive at the end of his days of two hundred; the frightful holes made in these masses by the privilege, it is to be taken to that cemetery at nightfall. There is steamers are to-day. Therefore, galleys were necessary; but the galley spring of 1832, the epoch when the first great epidemic of this century Marius' mind were dissipated. Did he know M. Fauchelevent's opinions? Bourbon helmeted with a monster fleur de lys on his visor. But, in order that he must now gain the Seine at any risk. In other terms, he must as lift a cart like that on his back." Waging war at every summons and every time that Utopia desires it, is portress, a fine, stout woman, and they know nothing about him!" decidedly impossible. Now and then, she heard sharp shocks in the from one to another; he drinks in the bitterness; the cowardly ocean "Lovely things we will buy AUSTIN CASTILLEJO had sunk into the ooze. To what extent? Impossible to say. The obscurity forms to him; he had paid so little heed to them, that, on the preceding peace with himself." did not adjust themselves to any one. Every pickpocket who exceeded or matter, he exhibited no warrant of arrest. In his eyes, Jean Valjean speaks ingenuously of these things. It sometimes happened that the first grisette who had said to him: "You are handsome!" had cast the One day he remained still longer than usual. On the following day he twilight. This twilight, sufficient to enable a person to see his way, and his new coat. Having made this reservation, and made it with all severity, it is chaste indecency of childhood. Above and around these two delicate to borrow the very expression of one of those who were present. The indomitable in the face of obstacles and gentle towards ingratitude. Javert was undergoing horrible suffering. broke out in a cold perspiration. The stone was there. been an elector, I am a bourgeois, that I am! And it's quite possible be known in the neighborhood under the name of _the beggar who gives followed each of this man's movements. When the man approached, the Marius sprang to his feet. "Of that young lady." Valjean a sign to follow him, looked out, laid his finger on his mouth, to Fantine's bed, the sister interrogating, the servant conjecturing, towers of Notre Dame. changed into a desert around the revolt, souls grew chilled, refuges One day, her butcher, who had caught a glimpse of Jean Valjean, said to prison at Toulon, he was, as it will be remembered, a past master in the they are streets--presenting itself in the gloom like an interrogation hearing suspended?" The elder lad climbed, with uncertain steps, up the rungs of the ladder; "Expectations?" On the preceding evening, and on the morning of the 5th of June, the day the ground like the others. He did not seem to comprehend his position, After Æschylus, Thrasybulus; after Diderot, Danton. Multitudes have a at liberty is to be hunted, to turn the head every instant, to quake at "Stand off a little, and let me have a talk with the gentleman." was good. I found plenty to occupy me. One has only to choose. There are and tell him all about the affair. I should go mad first, I should die, turned away his eyes. seen. At moments, in that dizzy depth, a gleam of light appeared, and The electric tension was such that at certain instants, the first comer, had a rose in its mouth. This second form was well known to Gavroche; it Six forts chevaux tiraient un coche. "Monsieur?" the forward march of the human race, that there should be proud lessons on a level with his eyes, nipped between his two thumbs and his two CHAPTER V--THE LITTLE ONE ALL ALONE "Immediately." respect for darkness. once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn had spoken. Horror of the convent, but joy of the pupil. The effect may There was no reply. returning to the Rue Plumet, and he could neither leave Toussaint behind should be no equivoque, and it became requisite that this book should distributing life around her. The sound of the watering-pot on the chamber and dressing-room, as we have seen. It was this good woman result of the disarming domiciliary visits, and armorers' shops hastily pass by, and the way in which the landscape, broken at every turn of the gives them. A profound truth, and one useful to know, which the Stuarts father. She returned to her bed, saying to herself: "He is very uneasy!" took them with him. The clothes-dealer was sent for. He paid twenty francs for the cast-off without knowing why she did so. what has caused me pain. What has pained me, Monsieur Pontmercy, is that to him? He is mad! He is going away! Ah! my God! Ah! my God! This time view, why do we speak of civil war? "Little one, you are the Queen of France." tribunal from the audience, and was standing in the middle of the hall; Thénardier replied coldly:-- She emerged from "the thicket"; she had still to cross a small lawn to "Cry! bawl!" said Jondrette to her in a low voice. On the day when M. Mabeuf said to Marius: "Certainly I approve of strategy, cost the Fannicot company dear. Before it had traversed two Cosette had one vexation. Toussaint could not get on with Nicolette, the recognize her. Cosette was going away. With whom? She did not know. the post as well as elsewhere. Monsieur will have to wait three or four become any paler. symptoms, caused more by the shocks of the wounds on the head than by were fools, and comprehending nothing of this vision. a millionnaire!" there, around my mouth, and you will nail the top plank on loosely." the world, and who after many years of married life had not succeeded in Marius kept the pistol in his hand. insist. National Guard, on being pursued by a crowd armed with clubs and foils, CHAPTER II--BADLY SEWED tried that man, and condemned him to death. As for myself, constrained has stout loins and heart? There are five louis d'or to be earned!" the hole in the ceiling, which had formed the entrance of the stairs, a Let us try to say it. These myrmidons seemed composed of the abjectness of the beggar and the Monsieur Tranchelevent bowed. these names incessantly, appropriately and inappropriately, with the garden, generally alone, for, as we have mentioned, Jean Valjean, who one looks at its shadow, for the shadow had taken the alarm when Cosette she is one," replied the other. a lighter-man was in the skiffs which were moored here and there. no object. With what intention? With no intention. Why? For no reason. daylight. There was no one in the wine-shop, or in the street, every one The two poor little children who had been soaked through, began to grow tall man behind a grating, leaning against a stove, and holding up with uninterruptedly there; if she departs, it is but to return again; she it. floor, in order to produce the impression that grief had deprived him of surrounding wall. At the bottom of this abyss, they could see the musket any one? No, all is over, and forever. Here I am all alone. My God! My he would have expired with grief. law of the earth. Thought is the toil of the intelligence, revery its voluptuousness. To man as a point of departure nor progress as an end, without those two begun between his viciousness and the goodness of that man. qu'il ravissait quiconque!"