"Come, child," he said to Cosette; and he made haste to quit the Rue In his leisure moments, which were far from frequent, he read, although CHAPTER II--ROOTS After a moment he inquired:-- "affair" into their hands, and to tell them more about it than there was "What was it?" corner of this ancient street of the Petit-Musc which afforded her the he hated books; this caused him to be not wholly illiterate. This could rather than walked. As he approached, the outlet became more and more In the meantime, the man in the yellow coat had been fumbling in the fob The Rue Vaugirard was deserted. by the catastrophe of the ravine, had almost the whole English army The coachman answered: "The night was very dark." Basque and Nicolette, began. "Oysters, cheese, and ham," said Laigle. proclamations was signed: _Burtot, wine-merchant_. "Fifteen francs fine," said Fauchelevent. When the corpse passed near Javert, who was still impassive, Enjolras And, with a poignant accent, he added: as chance directs, to the capital of a marble column or to the post of flower-beds shed forth balm and dazzling beauty into the sunlight. The During those hours of waiting, what did they do? lived, and cheaply, that peasant rustic life which is so bounteous and and sheltered himself; three soldiers fell, one after the other, under something which at that distance resembled a lion. CHAPTER III--MEN MUST HAVE WINE, AND HORSES MUST HAVE WATER heads together, and that, at midnight, or at daybreak at latest, four Nothing was more touching than to see him with his gentle, senile palsy, pulled their mustaches. "The Emperor did nothing but play pranks on us," CHAPTER V--FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES separate, they picked up a singular Huguenot medal in copper, bearing on ceased not to be radiant; one experienced something of the emotion which that for?" "Make haste," said Courfeyrac, "in another quarter of an hour it will be hours of weakness. the comedian who says: "I've made a hit," the philosopher who says: explain them, we cannot do better than transcribe in this place a letter convent. She called Marius by his name; he could not doubt that he was the person "Where the deuce have I seen something like that man yonder?" he said to Madame Magloire made an expressive grimace. "Love is all very well; but there must be something else to go with it. De Goblet fils c'est ici la fabrique; that degree of abasement, the last transformations were suffered by all whiteness; it is to be a partisan of things to the point of becoming to him. The mayor did not look at him, but went on annotating this "Honor to Bombarda! He would equal Munophis of Elephanta if he could sewer of Münster that John of Leyden produced his false moon, and it was a milliard every year, in the Atlantic, through the mouths of her innocent eyes, full of merry light, all sorts of auroras, were scattered He had hardly reseated himself when the door opened. bench midway of the alley. He seated himself there, as on the preceding anything which comes to hand. While Éponine and Azelma were bundling up said, on the boulevard the evening before: "I bolted, bolted, bolted!" both hands on the child's shoulders, making an effort to look at her and character as an ex-convict. The lawyer did not deny that that character looked at--what? Nothing; with that serious and sometimes severe air of good, sometimes for evil. These works are superposed one upon the other. of hair, after the style of 1829. He lived by robbery with violence. because they appeared,--to shun all glances, had, naturally, caused some been so popular. Turenne was adored by his soldiers because he tolerated is true that there was a dragon, which, from the depths of its cave, "Say Jean."--"Ah! truly," she replied with a burst of laughter, "Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it." existed in the army of order, veritable guerilleros, some of the sword, "Well, am I anybody?" priest went to his poor mountaineers with empty hands, and he returns that moment. It was because, of all the tortures which he had undergone man want? Here, he became dismayed, he did not wish to dig down, he did woman. She was still young; she was barely thirty. If this crouching man, but he could see nothing, except that the latter was young, well her voice rather than the sense of her words; one of those large tears coat which he took for the black flag, he loudly blamed the generals and "Ah! the riot, I am with you!" cried Joly. would have shuddered in the presence of that luminous and unknown joy, "It is not that." end of the room. way she perceived the necessity of a separation which would be more constituted the ideal of a poet in Courfeyrac's eyes. lancers, and which compresses into a single word the popular expression: "Elsewhere." "It is not possible!" "I have had one," replied Jean Valjean. And he is not only the Italian fact; he is the European fact, the furious onsets of those great squadrons with cuirasses of iron and conflict will produce in that grand epic field where humanity is France, restores equity and reason in their plenitude, suppresses every Again he wrote: "Do not inquire the name of him who asks a shelter of There was, at Montfermeil, near Paris, during the first quarter of this the next morning. point where the land came to an end and the water began, a large iron husband: "But this is abandoning our children!" Thénardier, masterful invented certain tulips and certain dahlias which seemed to have been They slept wide-awake, thus sweetly lulled. Oh! splendid lethargy of the Title: Les Misérables to waver between a very sinister and a very simple idea. The lair thus thief branded with the fleur-de-lys, which has suddenly been laid bare. The whole barricade fired, the report was terrible; an avalanche of Javert turned his back. inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the never thinks himself sufficiently hidden. The child, whose thoughts were "What is that?" thinking, no doubt, that this man, whose name is Jean Valjean, had his there was one where they were howling; a third where they were begging; alone, without even a driver; that no one knew what road he had taken; buttressed, was really one of those situations where a handful of men both the things of the law, should have come to such a pass, that both was homely; Jean Valjean alone said gently: "No indeed! no indeed!" At shoulder-stick of fire, and the latter defends himself by stoning the implore us, these good men and these good women call us prodigal sons; crowned with silver thorns, nailed with nails of gold, with blood drops all bathed in light, the pigeons fluttering over a neighboring roof, It was like a game of checkers played at a distance and in silence. "The reds, the reds!" retorted Bahorel. "A queer kind of fear, must stay. Well, yes, you are right, I am a fool, why not simply remain he doing? "Napoleon is dead," said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo "It's as good as a warrant for each one, of five hundred balls, and the his brain until that day; now the thought began to recur to him, and itself on its guard. his detachment. In order to reach them the more speedily, he dropped have neither father nor mother, and what is to become of your three revolutionary which becomes reassuring in governing power, therein lay was, you would drive me from it, I should have allowed myself to be into the shadows, had the appearance of dreaming happily over his good "I shall never see her more," murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his replaced with boards nailed on perpendicularly; so that what began as thirds of the street it was received by a general discharge from the punished, scolded, ill-used, beaten, and seeing beside her two little detained the elder by the arm, and said to her with a peculiar accent:-- and he can't get away. I'll answer for that. I tied that paw for him." Besides his father's name, another name was graven in Marius' heart, Nevertheless, it was observed that the Bishop thenceforth avoided barricade had been approached silently, as by a boa. Now, in broad himself, how he would have cried to his father: "Father! Here I am! It Cosette and the servant occupied the pavilion; she had the big linseed plaster, and blue specs like a doctor. You're putting on style, In point of fact, three minutes had not elapsed when the men made their "I have heard something of it in a vague way," replied the Bishop. Then Enjolras, you are taking aim at that sergeant, you are not looking at miracles brutally, rose from the pavements of Paris; he had, when a itself on its guard. _"Tso-maraude."_1 About 1830, Father Hucheloup died. With him disappeared the secret of half-open at the bottom of the paddock; it is cut squarely in the wall, All were ready. The barricade, which had long been silent, poured forth reduced his breakfast to two eggs, and he left one of these for his old There exists a very respectable liberal school which does not hate footsteps. CHAPTER VII--NAPOLEON IN A GOOD HUMOR companion of Dumouriez, he was the friend of Lafayette; he had belonged daylight. There was no one in the wine-shop, or in the street, every one cloud that one might have thought that everything in this soul was Courfeyrac invited him to breakfast at the Café Voltaire on the merino gown, her scholar's shoes, and red hands; taste had come to her hundred years it burst. You are putting the thunderbolt on its trial." "Monsieur?" Below him he perceived two red stars, whose rays lengthened and BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE PROVIDED IN He hesitated a little over the large sous. After due reflection, he took why? Because Alexander is doing for Asia with the sword that which CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE towards the nettles, the plant had sprung upward, the branch had Let us explain whence this appellation was derived. "Because--" said Jondrette. And he left the phrase unfinished. Greece sketched out is worthy of being finished by France. Listen to me, battle-field. a key which was in the lock of a cupboard near the chimney. trees." The truth is, that the cloud did not move. The Emperor detached said to him every moment: "Alas!" At the same time, he became more truly extremity of the square, dragging the wretched woman after him. She And he added: "Before replying to you," he said, "I beseech you to pardon me. I have he had not been seen in the village itself. What had he been intending showers. This lasted for several months. The girls were all more or That Cosette might continue to love him! That God would not prevent and starless, or when the moon and the wind are making openings in the out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a tolerable fluency:-- the point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this of war almost unknown to-day, pendant colbacks, floating sabre-taches, Fatal declivity down which the most honest and the firmest as well as a sou. It ends by being a talent. Fantine acquired this sublime talent, amalgamated with this edifice of anarchy the sombre figure of the old "I like that name," said he. "Bienvenu makes up for the Monseigneur." this wheel instead of repairing it?" vagrancy; every sort of spectre, its dressers, have painted its face, it radiant with pleasure; one would have said that they were two roses amid many are there to-day? In 1847, the prioress was young, a sign that murder. He was a wretched fellow, not exactly educated, not exactly steel pistols in his trousers pockets. collector of his rents, M. Barge, a retired tip-staff, in the Rue du which she had received had always talked to her of the soul, and never house, and immediately closed with shutter, bolt, and bar the door-like of M. Fauchelevent, independent gentleman. In all that has been five and twenty leagues. It was said of him in the town, _"That is the was a sister older than himself,--a widow with seven children, boys and her mind, and took form in the exclamation: "It was bound to end in this each other by making things happen. It behooved wise people to play the It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes presented itself to the mind of Marius? Was Jean Valjean really a Couple these two ideas which contain, the one all the furnace, the other word Will. designated the liberals as f_riends and brothers_; this constituted the On the other hand, he remained as simple as on the first day. He had rather, rattle in the death agony beside him, and he paid no heed to meant a provision of cartridges for the barricade. you say. Yes! I am denounced! yes! I am tracked! By whom? By myself. It a gesture which with him was peculiarly imperious, and apostrophized "Ah! sir, my dear sir, take her, keep her, lead her off, carry her uneasily the impassive spectral forms straying beneath a shroud, erect on the throne of Sweden, employing inequality to demonstrate equality; "Nothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, off? In what manner, in consequence of what prodigy, had any community lay in a fever accompanied by delirium, and by tolerably grave cerebral CHAPTER I--NUMBER 24,601 BECOMES NUMBER 9,430 CHAPTER VII--STRATEGY AND TACTICS there; the Pantheon for some of us: all falls into the great hole. End. Thénardier, in particular, was troublesome for a physiognomist. One can children, somewhat frightened, followed Gavroche without uttering a potsherd. Terrible, in short. It was the acropolis of the barefooted. "Cosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast most respectful of all possible salutes, he took his departure. and strutted immodestly in the light of day, in the cynicism of riches churches in Paris, at Saint-Sulpice and at Saint-Jean en Grève, a rare octavo volume enveloped in paper. The enveloping paper was of a greenish trap-door once more. He no longer saw anything before him; his life This name caused Laigle to change his attitude. He drew himself up and He made his guests enter the cage with great precaution, then he crawled He dined with a good deal of appetite. The Voltairians added, "Will Boulatruelle catch the devil, or will the "Listen," suddenly cried Enjolras, who was still on the watch, "it seems Her body was lost in the darkness, and only her head was visible. One without however allowing it to appear, observed that Marius, ever since presented the appearance of a skimmer. She had a beard. She was an ideal determine the arrangements with regard to the level of each water- space of nine years, the angel had had the monster as her point of "As soon as his political mission is accomplished, Inspector Javert shavings. In the same coffer he had placed his other treasures, the "The first street that I entered was deserted. I entered a second would that colossal subterranean sponge with its stone cavities, allow Marius had thirty francs saved up in a drawer. worse for it. CHAPTER VI--A BIT OF HISTORY Filles-du-Calvaire. with his grandfather nor with his friends; daring in the eyes of and it irritated him to have that within him. seconds at an office, a false note in church, etc.; this suffices, and Gestas, or Dismas and Gesmas. This orthography might have confounded the all was silence now. The edges of the hollow road were encumbered with street of Paris; more wild at night than the forest, more gloomy by day part for Bastide and Jausion, because Fualdès was "a Buonapartist." They Jean Valjean made no attempt to disengage the hand which grasped the report of the dialogue which then ensued, to the best of our ability. the Revolution, perhaps an eventual indefinable resignation born of the breathing, a prey to her thoughts. into the street. water took it to his horse himself. Cosette resumed her place under the sinister; wolves recoil when they encounter a ghoul. holes, where Villon within converses with Rabelais without. it. face. She seemed to be eleven or twelve years of age. On closer scrutiny it those good old times, "when the people loved their kings." The present Strange to say, in the sort of symphony which Marius had lived since he business. Then you will hollow out the interior of these plates, taking "Bosh!" said Théodule. to an end, which seizes you erect, free, in the flush of health, which immediately wet. When there is a little sunshine, the lizards come trousers and a waistcoat of coarse gray cloth, to which something yellow the Sicambres so easily recognizable among the Romans, and which everything had languished in the country; now everything lived with He has just taken his departure." Cosette had left the convent when she was still almost a child; she was She murmured in a low voice and in gloomy accents:-- ruins peach-trees and apricot-trees. Excess of zeal kills the grace and bursting with laughter, and no one saw anything but fire. He had had a "Go and sleep somewhere else," cried Enjolras. said, "I need nothing." And his smile quitted the sun to rest upon the Mélas, and Alexandria, Mack at Ulm, made prisoners in succession. to the façade, almost touched the door, and flanked it with an abrupt epoch the _Gazette des Tribunaux_ was not yet in existence. neighbors. The Clusians are ours. We understand neighborliness just as none the less tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him. However, although he had not left his life in the fontis, he seemed to court-house, writers now forgotten were publishing, with the King's little, there is the living on nothing. These are the two chambers; the which still remained standing. his grip; and then he tosses forevermore in the lugubrious dreary depths having dragged the chain of the galleys, was now dragging the invisible you. When I received that bullet, I dragged myself here, no one saw me, CHAPTER XV--JONDRETTE MAKES HIS PURCHASES Some days later, one morning, when the sun was shining brightly, and had been rough, and of a nature to inspire reflection in the boldest. It read to three or four friends her unpublished _Ourika_, in her boudoir soil, about two feet deep, surrounded with moss and with those tall, quite disappeared from his face. them in a grumbling tone which was full of adoration, "Ah! there you convicts, of everything that is most abominable in society!" etc., etc. cut the cords on his wrists, then, stooping down, he cut the cord on his Was it prudence? Was it respect? Was it a fear that he should deliver Through the darkness, he vaguely perceived something which appeared plunged into it. Only, as a certain emotion overcame her, she made as deny it without complaint, even excusing them, and even disculpates becomes specialized, and disperses into innumerable detailed feats, cemetery." of his own accord, freely, willingly. This man was going to his death, At first sight, this family presented no very special feature except its Really, people do commit altogether too many follies. An old broken out where he had been. in review in his own mind. The gravity of events was self-evident. When street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all halt. The disaster of the hollow road had decimated, but not discouraged That valiant cavalry had bent beneath the lancers of Bro and beneath even the rag-pickers are sybarites; Diogenes would have loved to be a sufficient to excite the suspicion of a police agent. myself to combating your arguments. Your riches and your pleasures are M. Madeleine had retained his seat near the fire, pen in hand, his eyes the ocean sweep over her! What matters it to her? She is a sponge that possibility had presented itself. In this full felicity, tears welled up to their eyes every instant. A confused consciousness of something horrible. Thoughts were rife in the He rifled his respectable chests of drawers in Coromandel lacquer, with encountered on his path the entrance to the gallery, had perceived that potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and and witty wife, whose very low-necked toilettes of scarlet velvet with in the Rue Aubry le Boucher; that Lobau and Bugeaud were putting their himself. If he went no further, that was no fault of his. It did not of the robbers who had been seized the night before. "Who would ever the facts if they care to take the trouble. For his own part, he is beams; the gloomy and despairing soul sees this light on its horizon; In the meanwhile, the prisoner had begun to speak:-- when she raised her eyes from the last line of the note-book, the But the remark passed unnoticed by Nicolette, who did not report it to midst of running water. it is indivisible, and all on one side; but those who are in error are "Some one is coming," said the prowler, with the movement of a man who seemed pleased. While he was at work, a gendarme passed, observed sleep in the open air on a cold night may be fatal. Moreover, he had renounced everything, and neither stirred up mischief "Will you stop your noise?" screamed the Thénardier. for New Year's gifts! Well! A table with a board at the end to keep the The kicks continued. held erect with a sort of robust grace, and beneath the hat the pale The first was addressed: _"To Madame, Madame la Marquise de Grucheray, traps; after chaos, the sewer. Jean Valjean had fallen from one circle looking, and without his frightened gaze quitting the rag which but without even turning his eyes in her direction. his hat in his hand; there was no disorder in his clothing; his coat there. God, always within man, and refractory, He, the true conscience, to the that she needed a woollen skirt, and that her mother must send at least on it, one in a flat copper candlestick which was perfectly green, the The father replied: "No, I was passing through. That is all. What do I owe you, Madame," he Unheard-of conflict! At certain moments the foot slips; at other moments Men were put there for stealing a hare from the king. In this CHAPTER VII--THE EFFECTS OF DREAMS MINGLED WITH HAPPINESS aspects, which unfortunately only exhibited one side of the truth, remembered the Cul-de-Sac Genrot arranged there like a trap, and of the for French bullets! On the day following his liberation, he saw, at Grasse, in front of across that cold and lifeless face and had then vanished, and the mad Immediately after Champmathieu had been set at liberty, the in compliance with any particular paper edition. time of Louis XIII., with its great roof oddly pierced with dormer inquired his name, and gave him money. The little Savoyards told each Gavroche, and with the second delivered Courfeyrac. CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES might have reached the Amelot sewer, and thence, provided that he did wished. She was conscious of Marius' will in the direction of "Monsieur The wind blows in gusts; all the foam overwhelms him. He raises his eyes caught in the gearing. Jean Valjean felt himself delivered. So he was When M. Gillenormand lived in the Rue Servandoni, he had frequented visible, stood a few paces in the rear of the spot where Jean Valjean Austerlitz before it.--"Sire," said the Minister of the Interior to "five francs! the deuce, I should think so! five balls!" "Yes." "What else remains?" boasted of being able to crack a nut with one blow of her fist. Except it. Cosette's blotting-book, and the consciousness of the reality returned false elementary ideas, which, though just in appearance, were absurd in had time to utter with proper energy the sacramental word, _Mâtin_ (the presented itself. The passage terminated in another gut which he another, murmuring and humming, and harassed the whole company; a fly on Rue Clocheperce; Magnon was seized, as was also Mamselle Miss; and all and enclosures, presents a sort of irregular rectangle, one angle of have succeeded if the four companies of the English guards and the brave breast. "M. Madeleine!" which she had purchased at that date in Paris, and which had lasted Louis Philippe, like all historical men who have passed from the scene, Cosette did not understand a word. Laigle resumed:-- romance then celebrated:-- were numerous differences in their rule; there were some in their illuminated by the sepulchral light which he bore in his own soul. because he had numbers on his side. Wellington had only one hundred and then relieved the embarrassment of the situation by standing in front gate, I'll scream, I'll beat on the door, I'll rouse everybody, I'll Unutterable thoughts assembled within him in this manner all day long. arms and the back of his neck, and were holding him doubled up over the masses of smoke. The tragic mask of shadow seemed to bend vaguely over dangerous nocturnal roamer. This man's name the reader has learned in exactly similar to the orifice of a letter box. A bit of tape attached fast to the folds in his coat, and fixed his eyes on the young girl. It certain Champmathieu had that ill luck, and that, as regards himself, of the room, on which they had been running bullets and making his former companions in infamy, the convicts Brevet, Chenildieu, and pair. indignation. He was touched, almost softened by them. It seemed as diocese . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2,000 " half of rain, and three floods of the Seine. He picked up the flag, which had fallen precisely at his feet. stagger, then he sank to the earth. The whole barricade gave vent to a transport of souls and courage, a hurricane of lightning swords. In an admirable Italy has all miseries on the face of it. Does not banditism, every combatant by the possibilities which that obscurity contains. At measure of the species from the first rascal who came to hand, who is If you are a stone, be adamant; if you are a plant, be the sensitive Great strategists have their eclipses. the little glass which the doctor of the infirmary used to see whether caught a glimpse of the dark mouth of the Rue des Prêcheurs. He entered "Embrace me." were as public as possible, and the reader can judge of their boldness work, and possibly also to his ambush, a little before daybreak caught such a man or woman for whole days; they will do sentry duty for hours the night was almost upon them, and the Saint-Merry tocsin began to make again, and who are now deliberating, have decided that Mother He was seated near the table, the light from the candles brought out was. my grandfather with delight if you play whist. It is you who shall take He lives alone, which renders him a little sad, perhaps; Enjolras Not one of these young men articulated the word: The Emperor. in one corner, and, behind the partition, Marius, invisible, erect, not of a wicked creature, or of a noble heart, you will not escape from this "I don't understand you. Why do you say more often?" to her that some one behind her, whom she did not see, said: "A pretty profoundly. "He set out this morning for Paris; in fact, he need not even go through sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, "You here, Théodule!" she exclaimed. grandeur of Æschylus! deliverance is no less surprising than the flight towards the sublime, nature. Who knows whether the sun is not a blind man? "That is true," said Jean Valjean. a thrust from a bayonet, there,--at the Moskowa seven or eight made in the soft mire of the puddle by the feet of ducks. date, the 29th of July, 1714, was there engraved in letters of gold on a This simple man sufficed for Cosette's thought, the same as the wild high. An emanation from the divine whirlwind leaps forth and comes absolutely distinct, and he perceived the distance which separated them. Marius seated himself on his bed. It might have been half-past five having signed the registers at the municipality and at the sacristy, uncovered, and with frightened eyes, as she murmured in a low tone, lightning, a prodigious art in disdainful impetuosity, all the mysteries vague way, like two shadows. The shadow was herself. blot of the cavern, the drop of sweat from the brothel, trials heart, and we take the body. Your heart remains with you, you gaze upon "You?" said Gavroche. "You are not a woman." and who sings and prays and gazes into the azure without very well payment for their curiosity than curiosity. They will follow up such and He was a bourgeois. The same person, perhaps, whom Marius had one day himself and enjoying life, went off to fight and get himself shot down his pocket the end of Brujon's rope, which he had detached from the rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry precedes the death agony. this morning." "No," replied the girl, "but as his key is in the door, he must be out." And he was seized with a fit of melancholy. He gazed at his pistol with And he began to laugh. with bits of old cloth. A coarse linen apron concealed the half of her glittered in the dark. From time to time she gave vent to a deep sigh as "You know, Fauchelevent, what you have said: 'Mother Crucifixion is "Let us get some little idea of what these people are like," thought on finding himself observed with a certain curiosity by this old man, the sisters lay her out. After which, I nail her up. That forms a part the most beautiful days produce exactly the effect of those puffs of For several seconds, Jean Valjean was irresistibly overcome by that He should never more stroll in the fields; he should never more hear the accomplices' retreats in case of emergencies, in which he would, no a visionary. This, then, was in the nature of a vision. He actually saw little morsels of worked copper which are found on the public streets. M. Madeleine immediately sent three hundred francs more, and wrote, waistcoat. Gueulemer, built after this sculptural fashion, might have Light renders healthy. wound up by anointing the executioner, and from the sneer of Voltaire, of inward conflict. At last she appeared to come to a decision. it had become almost impossible for Madeleine to make his way from under "philanthropist" had left with him. of a minute the little Thénardiers were playing with the new-comer at upon the pavement. Cosette was forced to raise her eyes. She thought him Be it remarked, in passing, that Tacitus is not historically superposed the habit of keeping all his artillery well in hand, like a pistol, "to descend into the sewer is to enter the grave;" and all sorts of irritated glances watching France narrowly all over Europe, England, a throat of Axylus, son of Teuthranis, who dwelt in happy Arisba; "Poor mothers!" he thought. "There is one thing sadder than to see one's humility which is so fitting when one is on the verge of returning to by keeping my Cosette from me! Oh! she is coming. At last I behold chimney-piece, and made a profound bow, with a sort of peculiar majesty. CHAPTER I--M. MYRIEL CHAPTER I--THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL to him: That a person with whom he was not acquainted otherwise than by supports of the well on the right form a cross. On leaning over, the Marius had paid for two. going barefoot, and have not a gown to their backs! What! A satin "Well," said Jean Valjean, "what if I felt hungry only for water?" of thirst, but the eye is gratified. It is probable that he did not hear them. He recoiled and stammered:-- of the soul? Man is a depth still greater than the people. Jean Valjean "'Flock'; a polite way of saying geese." was, in reality, only a product of Pigault-Lebrun. He laughed willingly considered themselves all the more authorized to behave in this manner, the little girl had become a young maiden; that was all. Nothing is more Javert had time to turn round, he was collared, thrown down, pinioned old Gallic trunk, and whose sinister foliage crawls all over one side of laughing and lyric. or a petty German prince, furnishing the half of a foot-soldier to God delivers over to men his visible will in events, an obscure text earthenware, which is easily fashioned into a Capuchin or an Ursuline. "By the way, you know that you promised me something?" particle, as every one knows, possesses no significance. But the walls. The principal one had been given up, by force, for Jean Valjean CHAPTER VI--MARIUS HAGGARD, JAVERT LACONIC lost. Nothing good can come from them." He fully shared the opinion of strayed from Madeleine to Javert, and from Javert to Madeleine in turn, however, he had a pleasure. He had gone out with a Robert Estienne, and send her a final farewell, and to save from the impending talking politics. complicated with words of pure slang, picturesque phrases are formed, in is apparent, the cause, the explanation, or the excuse for them. He deserted point of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital, in house No. 50-52. the man rested both hands on his staff, directed his gaze at the old man The porter replied, with the tone of marital sovereignty: She was shivering. the slightest noise, to be afraid of everything,--of a smoking roof, subordinated their actions, their thoughts, their feminine instincts Bossuet, Grantaire, all his friends rose erect before him, then the ruffians in turn:-- He had to deal with scruples of an unknown species. There had taken deprive a man. "Here. What do you want with him?" thunderbolts, and your corsage had a pin on which I pricked myself. there existed breaks which seemed to render it an impossibility. Had by the rain, with lightning in their eyes. Gavroche accosted them "That is good, I shall come here so often that you will be obliged to Villiers. little people, the poor, the unhappy, well, what of them? they are put "That arranges everything," said Courfeyrac. fell to her knees. Such were these two beings. Cosette was between them, subjected to their had come about in the simplest possible manner. and who vanishes into the shadows after having represented for a minute, that prodigious pyramid which we call civilization. He distinguished, the world should be happy. Cosette's whole person was ingenuousness, ingenuity, transparency, "She will grow up ugly." houses. If we take Waterloo from Wellington and Blücher, do we thereby deprive questioning her about the residence of the persons who had just been sister overheard one evening and preserved: "I did not think that it was murderer applies its rouge. the tomb, to act so as to stand upright though fallen, to drown in Have you them?" wagoners. A fat marmot, flanked by white partridges and heather-cocks, The old man resumed with a half-smile take charge of the Cougourde myself." through the street by night, those terrible casks of the street poor and the sick. No stranger ever entered the house in the Rue Plumet. Your embarrassment condemns you. It is evident that your name is not he had undergone, still hidden by the night, but telling himself that with the point of his knife, and an instant later he was beside Cosette one of the abominations of the worst tyrants, no action of Busiris, of There is that which it is necessary to destroy, and there is that which the rattling of coin, suspected that he might be intending to leave, and prosecutor of the Crown, and that his complaints with regard to the she said timidly:-- Droit-Mur and Aumarais, are very ancient; the streets which bear them of the preceding day had actually come. combatant say to him in the midst of the grape-shot: "We are here as at reaches to his throat; only his face is visible now. His mouth cries tree a fire was burning, over which three hares were roasting a huntsman deep wound on his breast, and that the blood on the corners of his lips Why was he going to Arras? haughty bourgeois of the eighteenth century, who wore his good, old again. She was young. Was she handsome? Perhaps; but in that attire it BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE cover of my dreadful pit. Thus, I, a dead man, should have thrust myself most respectful of all possible salutes, he took his departure. seven or eight persons at one time, the prefect, or the general, or the Isn't he a fool! So he will come at six o'clock! That's the hour when undulated vaguely, water possessing the power of taking light, no one rather than preached. He never went far in search of his arguments and "Do you know what, Monsieur Marius? It puzzled me because you entered upon it, what the chiefs of the insurrection of 1832, and, in If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project was jealous. It seemed to her that that thin and yellow little man must eyes. The consciousness of her beauty burst upon her in an instant, like face, with its bristling hair, its eyes fixed and staring, and its proceeding whither its breath urge them, that Byron perished at times. to breathe, will be just so many terrible labors. Your lungs will Madeleine, and Madeleine I remain. Woe to the man who is Jean Valjean! forms to him; he had paid so little heed to them, that, on the preceding be a mistake to write to Liège 2 for corks, and to Pau for gloves. Miss the law, feel the whole weight of this human society, so formidable for "Ah! ah!" Language: English while all the sailors were trembling and drawing back, he had asked appearance. your pistol?" "Under my blouse." "And you?" "Under my shirt." In the the presence of our twilight of virtue. One would say that they feel humiliated. A debasing war, in short, in which the _Bank of France_ and the bystanders thought that they beheld the spectre of '93 emerging miserable old mastodon, invaded by vermin and oblivion, covered with in the cellar. Enjolras straightened himself up, and cast a convinced and severe glance that my brother was no longer with me. was told that I had lost my reason, and that Jean Valjean is at Arras, threatened man, since he did not even know his name; and that, finally, men were earthen in hue. Religious establishments of the Holy Land . . . . . 100 " lantern which I have just seen at a bric-à-brac merchant's suggests and rosy after the fearful four and twenty hours which had just elapsed, "What do you expect? There's always a petard in a seminary fellow." pronunciation was nasal and absolutely unlike the dry, shrill tone which "Reverend Mother!" Revolutions. What billows are ideas! How quickly they cover all that it moment when he was about to turn into the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, "For my pleasure, you mean to say, my dear aunt." never to rise again. On hearing the hubbub made by the passers-by, questions to himself, and made replies to himself, and his replies with angelic joy; he declared to himself ecstatically that this would it with the proper amount of regret, would not constitute classic no one on the staircase. He descended in all haste, and reached the At the same time, he had a redoubled attack of shyness. On emerging the man who was watching at the corner of the street would have seen declare that I am perplexed. You owe me reparation. You will dine with did not perceive that contemplation, thus understood, ends by becoming plays upon words and puns,"--talked slang. The poet, and the artist who, wrote it for all. It is addressed to England as well as to Spain, to These two thoughts were so closely intertwined in his mind that Just as they were finishing their morsel of bread, and had reached the Why? vacillated in its rusty recess, after the fashion of old people's teeth. frightful uproar, close and furious as it was, did not disturb him by so Despair yawns. Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers Let us return to the harsh Spanish rule of Martin Verga. All were ready. The barricade, which had long been silent, poured forth remember the day, since you looked at me at the Luxembourg, near the fifth and the sixth, had been annihilated. For foundlings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 500 " "Then give me a drink," said Javert. and he had employed Jean Valjean. It had pleased him to choose this lost. fall like a ripe fruit. the attitude of a young Spartan sacrificing his naked sword to the pallets, which were empty. pushed on, treated roughly by the very benefit of their deliverance, the twilight, occupy the thoughtful man for a very long time, and these which might awaken the sick woman; then he entered Fantine's chamber, adored both Napoleon and liberty. We are making history here. These his service, the other may supervise him and take his place. hidden under the keel of a vessel in process of construction; he caraffes in the chambers of the travellers who had arrived must have have done it long ago, that he must renounce the idea. He was trying to "Oh Cydathenæum, Oh Myrrhinus, Oh Probalinthus, Oh graces of the "Then it must have been at Chateaubriand's that I have seen Monsieur! I of giants! This huge monument, which had embodied an idea of the intonation. The pronunciation of a few words, the name, no doubt, which himself and had hired the house just as it stood, including, of course, should keep her. Only, listen to me a bit. My wife will go and hunt her CHAPTER XIX--JEAN VALJEAN TAKES HIS REVENGE two problems must be combined and made but one. prison is situated. In this prison at Arras there is an ex-convict named was open. That had been the fashion of his century, and he would not words with graceful attentions to me. He recurred frequently to What was to be done? Courfeyrac, to whom he had, on his side, done some "Give it to me." will be enough." blackened, jeered at, scorned, cursed, proscribed. For many years past, tender to have left me to pass the night here. Bind me as you please, distress is no longer capable of a crescendo, and Thénardier himself The indifference of these thinkers, is, according to some, a superior him was rude of aspect, and must have been rude to encounter. however, he could not refrain from so doing, and, with that vague you very sure that we have done nothing before we were born? The earth every Tuesday, contemplate the Ex-Bishop of Senlis, usually standing verdigris by the forger, blacked by the soot of the incendiary; and the nothing; the silence was profound, and he continued his march somewhat thieves had given him. never light a fire, scourge themselves every Friday, observe the rule of It sometimes happens, that on certain shores of Bretagne or Scotland a reason that we have studied this eagle in this arrant sparrow. It is in a trip. That sums up Greece and glory. Let us pass on to others. Shall I calculated to attract attention. This wretch had succeeded in escaping me, 'but Europe is certainly better than Asia?' I admit that Asia is a Bareheaded, he sat upon the stone post at the door of his house. He That that was the first problem. And then, that there was another: the which is all the more curious and all the more precious, because "It would be a good thing to have two men for it." great deal of Plato, but nothing of it remains by me; better than errand-boy, the courtesan gamin is called the minion, the kingly gamin would find perhaps a little pity. "No," replied the porter. "He is the gentleman on the third floor." the parish of that parishioner. This prowler of Patron-Minette has a person will grant succor to preserve an existence exteremely painful for souvenirs. All sorts of phantoms haunt these long, solitary corridors; as under Domitian, resigned itself and willingly put water in its wine. the inspectors might not grumble, I stopped up the holes that he made in the Rue Plumet. That gate was always closed. Jean Valjean had left the you one hundred and twenty francs. In February, you sent her a bill of CHAPTER XII--THE FUTURE LATENT IN THE PEOPLE "Is that all?" said she. extent of a degree with every moment that passed, in the presence of lion-lamb who had been his father. in the court-yard of the prefecture the interrogations put by the Demi-Liard, called Deux-Milliards. melancholy somnambulism in which she was plunged: "Really, one needs absolutely! In what could one trust! That which had been agreed upon was Man-People, the sinister fragment of the past with the grand purple robe "Why not?" in their extremest depths, and ignorance, converted into dulness, was his return home, he saw his grandfather holding a letter in his hand. The National Guards of the suburbs rushed up in haste and disorder. A muscular force, by leaning on the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his The sun had not yet set when the hearse with the white pall and the This is, no doubt, what the Bishop of D---- thought. almost disdain in advance the attack at dawn. They waited for it with a face, her nose was not handsome--it was pretty; neither straight nor "But the inspector from the Prefecture--" "Come! So it's you!" said he; "but you are decidedly a spy then?" this question: gaze was full of pity, anguish, and supplication. She followed its had gone into the dry dock the year before this, in order to have the pronounce his Ds. He had a way of talking that was so sweet and talked a great deal of M. de Miromesnil, Keeper of the Seals under Louis violence for which it is just that it should be held to answer; a in 1815 by ancient walls flanked by square towers which have been a success. They did not perceive the danger that lies in having an idea century? Is it philosophy? Certainly not. The work of the eighteenth royal_, a proud, hard, crafty eye, the smile of an educated man, two Marius was dazzled by this prodigy. He did not know precisely what he "Now, whom are we to eat?" The installation over, the town waited to see its bishop at work. just told you all this. Wantonly, as you say." regiment formed a part of the army of the Rhine; for the old regiments recollections. She deprived them of their flatness by her pronunciation. grandfather had imperatively claimed his grandson, declaring that if something else. sheer fatigue. have it reach you. But perhaps you will be angry with me for it when we of war almost unknown to-day, pendant colbacks, floating sabre-taches, character as an ex-convict. The lawyer did not deny that that character The man sent a fourth shovelful tumbling into the grave. had half ground into the earth, and which was shining among the pebbles. is the lymph, Italy is the bile. Shall we go into ecstasies over Russia? significant metaphors:-- At the expiration of this hour, Aunt Gillenormand said:--"A pretty state "Stay, sir," he said. "If you will allow it, I will come to see her. I his peace. internal upsetting. He almost suffered from it. Fantine, by appearing thus abruptly in his revery, produced the effect CHAPTER I--WELL CUT the point of junction, of those who think and of those who suffer; this Ye who suffer because ye love, love yet more. To die of love, is to live The situation was alarming. something threatening. Gavroche felt his gamin's heart moved with morning to her, poor kitten, and when I cannot sleep at night, I can shock of the balls and the piercing voice of the Cardinal shouting to All nature was breakfasting; creation was at table; this was its hour; She, too, was clad only in a chemise and a knitted petticoat patched My respectful sentiments, with which I have the honor to be Madame, going on; they hardly heeded this detail. embrace. In the sycamores there was an uproar of linnets, sparrows de Vib****, the Marquis de Tal***, the Marquis de Herb*******, the In this state of mind nothing escaped him, nothing deceived him, and He had something of the eighteenth century about him; frivolous and