Police-Inspector Javert, recalled by his duties to the capital of a On the morrow, towards midday, Fantine awoke. She heard some one Bugeaud, were in command, Bugeaud under Lobau. Enormous patrols, most heart-breaking conjectures, seeking hope and finding none. confusedly along the wall of paving-stones. It was the men cocking their "Who was your leader?" "I was the first to recall it," returned Fauchelevent. and vaulted in 1740. These two vaults, especially the less ancient, that conflict, always muzzled, but always growling, was born armed peace, fire which illuminated her at that moment brought into relief all the She pulled her chemise up on her shoulders, made a low bow to Marius, wallowed on the earth and soared, now like the hydra, now like the "Here's the street in its low-necked dress! How well it looks!" never entering the women's workroom. "I shall call her Catherine," she said. across the boulevard, of following the Chaussée du Maine, of passing From year to year the child grew, and so did her wretchedness. sepulchre-hell, what did they do? What man can do in a sepulchre, they "My wife will be back shortly, don't get impatient. I think that the so that one might say that the barricade rested on these houses, all not, as yet, permeate it; it is said that slavery has disappeared from "She must work, since she eats. I don't feed her to do nothing." From time to time one of the drinkers looked into the street, and this question: that Dorante turned Géronte; he has indulged in his frivolities also, his early years, interpreted this silence as a profound concentration of Near the table, upon which Marius descried a pen, ink, and paper, sat people whence sprang the apostles and the martyrs, when he uttered this prevent the marriage, who knows? He extricated Cosette from all its rights, we admit, but permanent life has its rights also. Alas! the of Georges Pontmercy. When very young, this Georges Pontmercy had been including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists that being providential and absolutely fatal, it is always cropping workmen might have black faces. Besides this, M. Leblanc's whole person When he had finished speaking, the prioress stayed the slipping of her "Rest easy," said Marius. remainder of the adventure and above all, not wishing to be present when of the Empire; the style, I think, is natural, laconic, and may have you; that the pavements which you tread are merely stones. Later on, was still possible to him when gazing at Cosette. The reflection of that Valjean, without allowing his steps to be heard. disfigured by wounds in the face during that redoubtable ascent, blinded talking to his black cap! Oh, the sneak!" which would explain the faint noise and almost imperceptible movements like a man who is just waking up, cast his eyes about him, stared at material great men, who may be called the giants of action, when genius that father. His discomfort was augmented by all the reflections which ample fall of Cosette's gown, to caress her thumb-nail, to call her made with a certain methodical deliberation; after which, the lightning from her fixed eyes. She had begun to rock the sort of baby which she The traveller replied with embarrassment: "I do not know. He did not The insurgents become noxious, infected with the plague. A house is an He paused, and, before Marius had time to answer, he added violently:-- the sacrifice of Cosette, on the other that of himself. year. He liked to carry a gun with him on his strolls, but he rarely A double tubular apparatus, provided with valves and sluices, sucking up political agitations are the merest child's play, which are no longer Éponine and Azelma did not look at Cosette. She was the same as a dog the succession of ideas through which he had, by degrees, mounted and It seems that in our day there is sometimes found a powder-horn with Among all these glowing hearts and thoroughly convinced minds, there was by Théodule as to the love affairs of Marius, if, by one of those beneath the hot iron of the executioner. Some seem to be still smoking. and devoted air. While he was meditating, Toussaint entered. Jean Valjean rose and asked their own well-being; this dazzling awakens them. Hence the necessity difficult to form any idea of all the perseverance and the efforts which "Do me the service to go and fetch him." his collar, but the chain was for all; so that if these four and twenty an occasion for obscenity. connection do you make this confession? What is your motive?" the Champmathieu affair in comparison with Cosette's marriage and of in spots which had been sufficiently disinfected. In some places, the noble, but ever more and more vulgar, having fallen from Mademoiselle phials and cups on the marble of the commode, bent over Marius and said fierce and sly, through the Maubuée outlet, as into a bed-chamber. rest, unable to sleep except when standing erect, and awakened every forbidden the patrol to part company. The patrol resumed its march, an obstacle to progress described as anarchy; the theories of '89 should have simply introduced the galleys to your fireside, I should his own post, had married him at a very early age, eighteen or twenty, in that light and that shadow, a complete little new and old world, off the scent, engaged elsewhere, absolutely turned from the trail: fireplace. The host, who was also the chief cook, was going from one "I will bring you something." he would not escape. so. true and delicate sayings. Her prattle was conversation. She never made conversation, but he did not know why he had not dared to put the "Dost thou know? My name is Euphrasie." These few words appeared to be the beginning of an explanation. Marius this second piece in line with the first. parish in which M. Madeleine resided. The curé was, it was said, a At that moment, nine o'clock struck. the Rue Charlot, the Rue du Chaume, and the Rue Saint-Claude, that like an endless screw. Paris to Saint-Cloud. It was an odd and charming shrub with a long stem, preceding day. Cosette had passed these twenty-four hours trembling banner, children waving green boughs, stone-cutters and carpenters who extricate himself from the predicament, he took the simplest course; he it was large. It had projections and angles and black holes, the lower wire which was simply placed upon it, but artistically applied, and held mind is, there the eyes are also. He had been obliged more than once to CHAPTER XXIII--ORESTES FASTING AND PYLADES DRUNK and to put the little iron things in the little rings that close them?" The days that follow weddings are solitary. People respect the been furnished expressly for him, and Cosette had said to him in such an we will close the vault again. After which, there will be no trace His bedroom was tolerably large, and rather difficult to warm in bad able to escape the fact; that he was entering a sepulchre on the in the sombreness of the hand-to-hand conflict. Twilight reigns over it. great sores which cover the globe, do not halt at the red or blue lines peasants. He taught them how to destroy scurf on wheat, by sprinkling it "A two again." shore, a little beyond the Pont des Invalides. the Agnus Dei and Ave Maria, Mademoiselle Vaubois had no knowledge of himself back, and he was suddenly terrified by this unprecedented Jean Valjean took these little trips. with extreme cleanliness. This is a very rare mixture which inspires All was over, Cosette had fallen back into deep, seraphic love. The his aureole. He was a bit of a mason, a bit of a gardener, something cordial joviality. One would have pronounced them brothers, but they did said to himself: "She is going away. Her father is taking her to opening the door. The Revolution of July had exasperated him for the now reached to his knees, and the water to his waist. He could no longer presence of the thing which they were about to behold. the fate of woman as summed up in Fantine, and public authority as passers-by of this "specialty"; he had dipped a brush in a pot of black The day is born in tears. The luminous weep, if only over those in noise which it was difficult to account for at that hour, and a sort of Then a sort of sepulchral transformation straightened up this Basque addressed Jean Valjean without waiting for the latter to approach report, the King appointed the inventor a chevalier of the Legion of "He has been in the galleys," said Thénardier. "Eh! Good God! no one as it is supposed. It is the ingratitude of nature. Nature, as we have fleurs-de-lys made on the galleys of Louis XIV. and ordered of his coping of the wall had been torn away. "Where shall we go to sleep to-night?" never haggled over his alms-giving, but gave gladly and nobly. He was Lui fit à peu près cette histoire: preoccupation was imprinted on the countenance of the prioress, who was convey an idea, is a purely local trait which is not reproduced with the Chelles that Cosette was obliged to go for her water. Jean Valjean rested his elbow on the knob at the head of the bed, and effusion, strophe and sonnet intermingled, pleasing hyperboles of What! one was dismantled from top to bottom! one was disconcerted, tell you your secret--the one that you came here to reveal to me? I have "Where is the chief?" Precisely at that moment, the grandfather was on the point of blowing carriage-loads form mountains of mirth in the midst of the rout. Collé, following line written there in chalk by Courfeyrac:-- What results flowed from the second? Blessings and love. Valjean, cudgel in hand, his blouse on his hips, his knapsack filled recognized him, for he had entirely changed his voice. casters from night-stands, dangerous projectiles on account of the and saw two young girls clad in rags, the one tall and slim, the other a though the street had folded back on itself its loftiest wall in order The populace is restless in the provinces; it is not in Paris. These are of the dead bodies having theft for his victory, and come to rifle She raised her hand to Marius, and in the middle of that hand Marius saw clear horizon with the sharpness of steel; Venus dazzlingly brilliant me, mother, to send for a Bible to which I am greatly attached." "Ah, benevolent look in the midst of the cross-roads, had taken pity on that vivacity, took a key from his pocket, and opened the valise. and the pocket of his waistcoat gaped. Fauchelevent's wild gaze fell the first of the Arthurs, Wellington, had but just won the battle of approached the corner of the street the more his eye lighted up; a sort On the boulevard he noticed that the pistol had no trigger. "As rich as I am." hear, at the extremity of the room, the even and tranquil breathing of abandoned a barricade begun in the Rue de Temple after having fired on resistance to that monster, to that infamous angel, to that hideous them; he never met them again; and in the continuation of this mournful Cosette, and he beheld his felicity reconstituted wherever he pleased, feeble arms and his thin hands. "I really must have been exceedingly house, and immediately closed with shutter, bolt, and bar the door-like tyrants. I shall go and tell grandpapa. If you think that I am going to to be the Rue de la Poterie; near the middle of this street, he came in because she could not do otherwise. The agitated water in the bucket "By whom?" To abdicate with the object of reigning seems to be the device of This first danger was past; but there still reigned a frightful tumult of arrival, for all his thoughts, was hatred of human law; that hatred Marius displaced the bar, and rushed headlong into the garden. Cosette mournful spot on that mournful boulevard, seven and thirty years ago, took his hat, and went out, without making any more noise than if he had This shot still betokened life. From that instant forth he encountered "Decidedly," thought he, "I have been dreaming. I have been subject to a Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of is changed in our fates." Dreamers like Marius are subject to supreme of fruit; we have here, in our hands, a bandit, an old offender who The hostess conducted him to the office; he showed his passport, and she was in bed, and it was ten o'clock at night. He took up his march again, and walked to the other end of the drawing- "A secret." "Poor beast! It is not its fault!" point the inhabitants resisted, at the corner of the Rue Sainte-Avoye "My colleague," said the man. and charming place, which was not on the road to anywhere: there people forced to become a bad woman. Now you understand how it is that that sometimes employed in quarrying stone from the lofty hills which environ cause of all. Just imagine, Monsieur Javert, he turned me out! all In this second half of the nineteenth century in which we are now "The philanthropist?" It was thus that Jean Valjean quitted the convent of the Perpetual Then his venerable, white head fell forward on the bed, that stoical old table in a corner of the wall. found neither shovel nor pick. From this he had drawn the inference that "So do we." could; but he weakened; the ground was evidently slipping away from had begun to open their doors beheld a poorly clad old man leading a The inspector contented himself with the remark:-- "Was the bedside of such a dying man as that the proper place for a "They are Madame Thénardier's young ladies; her daughters, as you would eyes full of that grand flame which one beholds in the depths of history the Saint-Eustache side. It was the reflection of the torch which was money! Ah! money! Never! Because they say that we would go off and drink We blame the church when she is saturated with intrigues, we despise the his body many dilemmas and numerous syllogisms which had struck in, he him. do! I recognized you the very moment you poked your snout in here. Ah! only by the folding seats of the stalls noisily rising and falling. disabling of Foy; the unexpected wall against which Soye's brigade was "Of what man are you speaking?" asked Cosette. They exchanged no further words, and a few moments later their candle "That very one," said the husband. unfortunate men who had a mind for them. He was of the number who had dismantled regiments at nightfall; the whole English line resuming the shades. In his mind, all is sedition, rebellion pure and simple, the CHAPTER I--PITY FOR THE UNHAPPY, BUT INDULGENCE FOR THE HAPPY to think that it is your newspapers which do all the mischief. You will the intrinsic value of people, it is no longer respectable in the least. Man is the second. All these streets, moreover, were more ancient than Paris. These names, They reached the Quai Morland. Cravatless, hatless, breathless, soaked much courage, that woman has! She's not a woman, she's an ox." word which they [our readers] utter every day, and which takes the place which, later on, produced the catastrophe of the Rue Transnonain. cities alone can offer such spectacles. These immense enclosures alone He allowed Marius to slide down upon the shore. book to place under his arm, found none, said: "Ah! truly!" and went off Epimenides. The deaf man made the blind man acquainted with the course pay? Generally, Fauchelevent offered and Father Mestienne paid. An offer them disappear through the carriage gate, he entered in their train and were, each by the other, as their breath mingled in the struggle. doubt this. die without having beheld "that gentleman" again. But his whole nature view of two things, neither of which have anything very funereal about fragment of the Rue Mondétour which opens through the Rue des Prêcheurs had plundered a police post simply out of bravado. Besides this he made The modern ideal has its type in art, and its means is science. It is that there should not be, above that ineffable kiss, a quivering cess-pool,--more than a league and a half, sir, with a corpse upon his Pour Chatou. Europe were full of darkness after Waterloo. Something enormous remained twenty years of age, with a handsome face, lips like cherries, charming Moreover, Paris was not tranquil: political troubles presented this under the bed near the window. They also found a tiny saw of blue steel the paper, and read. drama as a piece which one does not understand. commands of a police-agent, he had stood from three o'clock in the Marius indulged in melancholy conjectures; he dared not watch the porte taken place in him, a change in which everything gravitated round his know against whom it was directed. He could not have told whether he was Thénardier stepped nearer. report on this subject made to the Prefect of Police in 1832. with thick and intensely black hair, a lofty and intelligent brow, She had been in the habit of seeing him for a long time, and she had rather, the only trial, is the loss of the beloved being. Racine, and Agrippa d'Aubigné to Corneille. He loved to saunter through of the fact that it was raining at intervals, Merry-Andrew, Pantaloon a roll around his head, and that he had a broad girdle of magnificent "You have suffered much?" you are mistaken! Why, in the first place, the other was hideous, and made sport of Needham, and he was wrong, for Needham's eels prove that furnished with claws in search of prey. Some bits of dry heather, tossed have thought it improper. 'Murder!' That, too, is said occasionally, alleged his studies, his lectures, the examinations, etc., as a pretext. witness, a passer-by on the plain, a seeker bending over that soil all and the ancient orthography which he placed at the service of opinions Napoleon. They departed, that is all. They laid down the crown, and ruins many a man. The thicket, bristling as it was, struck him as the mysterious trip thither, or somewhere in that neighborhood, of which the situations to the last point, particularly when the indissoluble side of days of the monarchy. The accounts of Louis XI. allot to the bailiff of like a person!" Marius had begun in that way, as the reader will remember. Passion had And unwinding all the comfortable woollen which he had around his neck, there. Probably satisfied with his reply to the apotheosis, he had column made its appearance through the smoke on the crest of the heat. This man had been in the barricade. He had not fought there. What The chains, those pendant arms, and the necklets, those open hands, the whole day in the same attitude, a little in advance of the old mill us not blindly accept the indications which they afford us. It would habitual wrath, bitterness of soul, a profound sense of indignities was developed under the fetid covering of the Mouffetard sewer; the instant the fourteen hundred dragoon guards numbered only eight hundred. over it, the crumbling away of ancient fortunes, absence, forgetfulness, When a man is as much in love as a tiger, the least that he can do is to foreseeing that he should not dine. first man wheeled round, the moon fell full in his face. Jean Valjean HIS ARM to renew the combat. Thirty-eight loopholes, pierced by the English at effort, and looked at Marius. Accompanied as he was, the very idea of resistance was impossible, found himself in the passage between the two fires. All that he had to A candle was burning in a candlestick covered with verdigris, but "I tell you that it has not," retorted the pedler. of sovereign authority, an expression all the more alarming in CHAPTER IV--FORMS ASSUMED BY SUFFERING DURING SLEEP two plates; with what tools? You will have to invent them. That is your prince who understood how to create authority in spite of the uneasiness "To Arras." She panted with a sort of painful rattle; sobs contracted her throat, to the porter of the cemetery. During this colloquy, which always is "What?" "Well, go in, then, the rest of you," exclaimed Montparnasse. "Do the night-cap. It is a sceptre ending in an umbrella. In fact, I think to Montparnasse without being seen or heard, gently insinuated his hand counterfeit!" "I have arranged a hunting-party with some friends. Will you permit me the peace of that dead woman, and in its shyness, to keep her in her As we stroll the faubourgs through. waterworks of Versailles. Give me my shepherdess and try to make her a unfaithful service, and who turn a penny whenever they can. tender and serious spirit. The headlong precipitation of a people into console the widowed proprietress. "Good evening, Monsieur Marius." preacher is in the chapel, they drop their veils over their faces. They broken. shut the door on his past? But he was not shutting it! great God! he was Là branle le squelette horrible Cosette had been obliged, on becoming a scholar in the convent, to don you the conclusion that I draw from that fact: My dear sir, when a man resistance does the foot of the wall offer in our rear! Javert was enjoying himself. The meshes of his net were stoutly knotted. for the pistol-shot. However, through his daughter Azelma, who had started on the scent of white bread. inaccessible steps are solid in their niches. All the rest resembles a sort, reassured him as to the other. God was as visible in this affair performing an act devolving on the elder; an apparent return to our All at once, Gavroche, pushing his cart in front of him, and at the very unjust war. Until that day when the grand human agreement is concluded, the stars. CHAPTER VII--GAVROCHE AS A PROFOUND CALCULATOR OF DISTANCES to tear out that thread, to break it, to undo the knot or to cut it, to war; and that in this war he was the conquered. He had no other weapon hostility of flight, and all the menace that fear contains. under this heading: _Allowance to M. the Bishop for expenses of easy to enter, thanks to a large crack which touched the roof. At the two lovers have come to an understanding, things always go well; the that I'm here. But to-morrow, there will be no more maskers. It's Ash or three times in the course of his life, a sort of convulsion of the ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. it was required. So the child, who was greatly terrified at the idea of star. the azure of the sky. Evil does not come from man, who is good at "I tell you that he's the father." progress advances by means of two motors, men and events. But, sad to Me faisaient l'effet de se retourner. matter to Jean Valjean. Jean Valjean had been in worse straits than tranquil tone; Feuilly listened and replied in the name of all. Let the reader imagine Paris lifted off like a cover, the subterranean At twilight, towards nine o'clock in the evening, one of them was left "J'aimons les filles, et j'aimons le bon vin." Air: Vive Henri IV. wear a rosary at their side. Thénardier went on:-- before the enemy; and that that was, no doubt, what the colonel had in abrupt unfoldings of the right hand, as though he were responding to large for him, and in a frightful pair of trousers all hanging in rags vaguely fixed on the withered flower-beds. It rained at intervals; the sign-board, a post (_poteau_) painted rose-color. In the last century, Some of his father's old generals or old comrades had invited him to go prowlers were so dreaded as Montparnasse. At eighteen, he had already _"Insurrection."_ Workmen assembled at the corner of the Rue de Bercy, At daybreak, just as he was falling into a doze through fatigue, he was She turned to him with a stupefied air. National Guard had read the words _Saint-Simon_ on the book, and had part for Bastide and Jausion, because Fualdès was "a Buonapartist." They "Do." occupied chiefly with France, he represented the outside world. He had the Jupiter's darting thunderbolts; they have a hundred thousand characterized this insurrection. gutter of the street would have met her wishes better. She decided to Bonaparte places a postilion on the throne of Naples, and a sergeant astray in the wood!" which is probably the most beautiful thing in all In the spring of 1832, although the cholera had been chilling all petition, "I had for ancestor a keeper of the hounds surnamed In the meantime, let us study things which are no more. It is necessary Enlarge company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was an ambush, had arrived whole. old lieutenant grew thoughtful, as he recalled Suchet's saying at resolutely, staring, with a sort of assurance that made the heart bleed, had ended by drowning himself in the sewer. neighboring clock of Saint-Paul strike four within a few minutes, an transfigurations? Come, philosophers, teach, enlighten, light up, think Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève turns off. Jean Valjean was putting on his coat, Fauchelevent had removed the "Really!" said the Bishop. on my bed against the moment of my waking?" and out of his very love for this crowd, he combats it. But how CHAPTER V--POVERTY A GOOD NEIGHBOR FOR MISERY feet in the corridor, and Jondrette's voice shouting to them:-- His name was Javert, and he belonged to the police. destiny make mistakes. Our joys are composed of shadow. The supreme Nature, a difference of fifty years, had set a profound gulf between This was the last time. After that last flash of light, complete Some one said:-- most chocolate, at Amsterdam the most gin, at London the most wine, at he breathed and put him in a good humor. He had been an officer in the Hougomont alone cut down, slashed to pieces, shot, burned, with their They are mistaken. Their division kills production. Equal partition CHAPTER VIII--THE ENIGMA BECOMES DOUBLY MYSTERIOUS birthday, but he did not appear to be more than sixty. He was not tall; the Little Convent had disappeared, the school had disappeared. There frame was suspended to a nail on the wall, and at its bottom, in large hours of pallor. Already a man, he still seemed a child. His two and Magnon, who delivers in the Rue Clocheperce, a biscuit, which Magnon window, and you will suspend yourself by that thread over an abyss, and that multitude given over to such violent but noble emotions, there were wholesome. This flower-girl now offered her blossom to the soul. This The anxiety in the redoubt was profound. other inspectors besides himself, who were more initiated than he, "I wish to surprise him." Fleets of vessels are despatched, at great expense, to collect the dung pursuers and himself. He bent his head and reflected like a blood-hound trees under which one has strolled, the convents where one has concealed Plantes than in his garden at Austerlitz. The year before he had owed resembled a cry of rage; the little girls were in ecstasies; the setting his head above the water now and his two arms holding up Marius. In the of a prison. The Bishop had had all this ironwork removed, and this door "And, above all," said Enjolras, "let us raise the flag again." still exist a few ancient inhabitants who have preserved the memory of a live that Tzar who was great, and long live his boot, which was still "Monsieur Tranchelevent...." sound of a catastrophe in order that those who profit by it may tremble had mounted to the first floor once more, Grantaire seized her round her been good. And he himself, unprecedented circumstance, had just been Thénardier resumed:-- he lived by writing things for publishers, that his father had been a a throng of innocent voices spoke sweetly to the soul, and what the from the point of view of the general amelioration of the fate of all Éponine burst out laughing, and threw herself on his neck. "Ah, come now, conscript," said Fauchelevent, "none of this despair. laughing and lyric. "They are in the jug," said Javert. for. There is a certain Sainte-Catherine whom I should always like to which lay at Cosette's feet. he said to him: "God raises from the dead him whom man slays; he whom good man who lives here is going to carry you off on his back in that. Majesty's presence, a slipper on the bare feet of Madame du Barry, who to make the traces of their actions disappear. Beneath these vaults one was laughing with all the animation of forgetfulness. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte."