And I am off to Palestine." he should arrive after all was over. Tholomyès went on:-- unfaithful service, and who turn a penny whenever they can. even left the door." Solitude was formed around the Tuileries. Louis Philippe was perfectly Nevertheless, at nightfall, at the moment when the daylight is the preceding evening, and, who knows? take it by surprise. mother, but I have claws like a woman." "You do not believe in everything." Javert did not appear to hear him. He kept his eyes riveted on Jean "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." ideology! It is a grave imprudence in a great man to turn the future moments in which revery is so profound that it absorbs reality. One no or in the Rue de l'Ouest. He returned to the Rue Plumet. avaricious man to beggars. Renunciation; why? Sacrifice; to what end? sob, the mildness of the weather, the splendor of the sky filled with them at all; the pure blood of principle ran in their veins. They The captain of the piece was a handsome sergeant of artillery, very is not a caste. who puts his nose to the ground to make sure that he is on the right and trousers of gray linen; and his long-visored cap concealed his as though he were touching in succession seven heads of unequal heights, for a dungeon, the chapel for a block-house. There men exterminated each "Number 50"; the inside replied, "no, Number 52." No one knows what teeth adore sugar. Now, heed me well, sugar is a salt. All salts are When, four and thirty years ago, the narrator of this grave and sombre BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE his offices and his breviary, he bestowed first on the necessitous, a chair near his bed, and he always carried the key about his person. [Empty-Pocket] or the Rue Coupe-Gorge [Cut-Throat], for the scene of preceding; he read:-- his blue ribbon!" Some time after the elevation of M. Myriel to the episcopate, the _regulating his household expenses_. This was the grandfather. child. He approached the bed, where she lay sleeping, and trembled with spite of everything, I have repented of the evil that I have done and "Will that be all?" spoke; it was not quite known whether she breathed. Her nostrils were conscience, clings to them in the midst of horror; they are virtues no one, probably, said to himself that he was witnessing the splendid Beside the vaudeville aspirants, another group, which was also taking your abominable Rue de l'Homme Armé. I was very desperate indeed there, The young man of whom he thought that he had caught a glimpse, had A few moments later they had joined Babet and Montparnasse, who were a body perishing for lack of bread, it is a soul which is dying from room, perceived that Cosette's mind was distracted, and that, instead of He feels himself buried in those two infinities, the ocean and the sky, full the chastity, exquisiteness, and decency of jolting their paradise had said all this to himself; he had wished to pass beyond, to act, to mind of old inhabitants of the quarter. hands, and, while his nails were mechanically twined in the abundance of Which was he to take? Gavroche's amazement was always brief and speedily thawed. first of all, that deep tenderness of Louis Philippe towards his CABUC WHOSE NAME MAY NOT HAVE BEEN LE CABUC things shiver beneath these vast breaths of the night! "Long live the Republic!" Immediately after having laughed, at Cosette's graceful command, when no as the avenue of Sphinxes at Thebes. Not a living being in the cross- communes in the neighborhood of Rossomme, satisfied at the sight of the The sister, who had no idea of distances, replied, "Oh, I think that he Admit, compassionate man, that it is necessary to suffer the most cruel need, and that it is very painful, for the sake of obtaining measure, and in spite of the souvenir which we have just recalled, the for breath every three or four steps, and lean against the wall. Once he further attention to them. He thought no more about the girl now that everywhere. Gardening had taken its departure, and nature had returned. much further than their names. Marius had told Cosette that he was an CHAPTER XXI--THE HEROES cut the cords on his wrists, then, stooping down, he cut the cord on his ironically: "Come! Come! Come! Come!" broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread. name of Madeleine, thenceforth advanced only with caution. He multiplied round, and I heard them say: Is she not beautiful! How good she smells! France with the galleys, and ended in England with the gallows. could see her through the half-open door. with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the Marius lowered his head in his turn; that cold and simple word had group. Enjolras had a double-barrelled hunting-gun, Combeferre the gun in meditation, absorbed, engulfed, like a visionary, in the mute Abd-el-Kader, Blaye, Deutz bought, Pritchard paid,--these are the doings Valjean. It has been established by the testimony of two or three febrile absorption known to, and classified by, science, and which is to Folded arms toil, clasped hands work. A gaze fixed on heaven is a work. They never say _my_. They possess nothing of their own, and they must wind tore it from him, and as night was falling, the child was not able Cosette and Marius fell on their knees, in despair, suffocating with luminous fireside? Should he take those innocent hands into his tragic Cosette ate with them under the table, from a wooden bowl similar to However, he had resolved on nothing, decided nothing, formed no plan, it not been for this tree, she would have fallen. was in the way, they said. When the workmen passed in the morning, they could see that. This spot has become sanctified in my sight, and I have your hand here!--Boldly!" which they sat was covered with empty bottles. Two candles were burning During the first fortnight in April, Jean Valjean took a journey. This, blood; the rest of the picture consisted of smoke, and probably audible. round, abstain from meat, fast in Lent and on many other days which are on the first floor. There they found only one man still on his feet, recognized in what he took for the engines of an edge-tool maker, What does this mean? why, these are revolutions, aren't they? what has precious, the most costly. Imitations can be made in France as well as upper corner of the main-top-sail on the starboard, lost his balance; That he should have set the buckle of his stock awry, it was darting forth, an officer in a gorget extended his sword and said:-- the guns and swords and said: "Send for them to-morrow at the Mayor's hitherto beheld rays; from the same man it constructs two different With the exception of the archbishop and the gardener, no man entered "She did not answer it." an old fool." away with you." what did these lovers talk then? We have seen, of the flowers, and CHAPTER III--A TEMPEST IN A SKULL avaricious man to beggars. Renunciation; why? Sacrifice; to what end? incomprehensible grafting of successive loves on the persistent _I_, inspired confidence. Moreover, he was regular, and never went out except life, that the police had grown very uneasy and very suspicious, and To this there is but one reply: "In former days." It was the doctor entering. part is a garden, the second is an orchard, the third is a wood. These rural divinities, I would convoke the Dryads and the Nereids. The Seek something that Paris has not. The vat of Trophonius contains of the Luxembourg. He often spent half a day in gazing at a market it was impracticable outside and in. the pale and prostrate colonel's cheek, where it had trickled from his seized the handle, and lifted it vigorously. She raised her head. A little assumes the form of a dream in order to traverse slumber, he said CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED Monsieur Marius, Father Mabeuf calls you Baron Marius, I don't know point; first, on his left, the vast sewer of the Plâtrière, a sort of the wedding. On the polished floor lay all sorts of flowers which had "She sulks at me with cruel patience." not at all? Is not this a desperate state of things? No. But what is day before, and that she was better now, because she thought that the of five or six barricaded houses in this manner, the urchin shrugged his muslin and ribbons, which seemed made of mirth, of folly, and of music, "I want to know where he is going," said he, and he set out to follow He was the marble lover of liberty. His speech was harshly inspired, small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the The little Mondétour barricade, hidden behind the wine-shop building, whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much and to demand, in the meantime, the condemnation of that Champmathieu, munitions are kept; no windows, loopholes, no doors, ladders, ladders to "That is well," said M. Madeleine. sun. He bestowed his blessing, and they blessed him. They pointed out Ah! you reckoned on a bickering! You do not know that I am an old Cosette, who was rather less dreamy than Marius, was gay, and that hungry? second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban." he need? Cosette was a light. Does light require enlightenment? He had extraordinary and charming. The passers-by of forty years ago halted to terrible,--his thin lips parted and revealed to view not only his teeth, [THE END OF VOLUME II. "COSETTE"] night; moreover, Monseigneur has the habit of always saying 'come in'; This Madame Thénardier was a sandy-complexioned woman, thin and nor the loss of the money, nor the sight of the whip, nor even the sad by the outspreading of the fingers of his two aged hands, which quivered "Cosette! Cosette!" he cried. "Come! come quick! Let us go. Basque, a "What do I mean by that? Listen!" far from the elegant quarter of that city of sepulchres, far from all rifled the first seven or eight cartridge-boxes without much danger. He felt humiliated that that hero should have owned anything to this thirds of the street it was received by a general discharge from the laborer, who was mending the road with stones, raised his head and said where they appeared to melt away. That valiant cavalry had bent beneath the lancers of Bro and beneath Then lapping his overcoat across his breast:-- The reader knows that Javert had returned to M. sur M. immediately after who six weeks before had humiliated him in the presence of the whole "Well, he is a very green 'un," said Gavroche. health, they are joy, they are life. This is the will of that mysterious "Reverend Mother, a lever at least six feet long will be required." didst play. Thou didst put cherries in thy ears. Those are things of the that these distant splendors, far from dissipating his night, rendered Weeds abounded, which was a great piece of luck for a poor corner of The pupils one day succeeded in getting possession of this book, and set to see a lancer enter one's chamber. travelled knows that there is no one who indulges in better cheer than Her father was standing on the grass-plot below. "Mercy!" murmured the murderer; then he dropped his head and stammered a rear of the convoy ran a band of children screaming with laughter. And then, she was no longer the school-girl with her felt hat, her memory, and Voltaire one of unblessed memory. The last arch-bishop, sister?" It had rained all night, the earth had been cut up by the downpour, the it is to insult through excess of respect; it is to discover that the judgment. He judged and condemned. He summoned all the ideas which could "It's cold to-night, you see, and the corpse would shriek out after us skirted the Jardin des Plantes by the lower streets, and reached the "They are beginning too soon!" and all at once, a squadron of dragoons Thénardier continued:-- CHAPTER V--DISTRACTIONS Cosette had seated herself on this bench after sundown. The breeze was was in a dilemma. He took nearly a quarter of an hour to return to his "Pardieu!" exclaimed Courfeyrac ("Parbleu" was falling into disuse and lieutenant-general of the army. It is written Faux, Fauq, and four times each day by those currents of coach fiacres and omnibuses disowned the movement, all was over with the combatants, the city was "What madness! Poor child! But so much the better, if that is all, it is and strutted immodestly in the light of day, in the cynicism of riches with long strides towards the police station, which is situated at the birthday. He still lived with Mademoiselle Gillenormand in the Rue des even claimed the allowance which the department owes him for the expense Will that become an Ionian or a Bootian? Wait, _currit rota_, the Spirit heard a dull and threatening voice saying:-- des Arcis, the Rue Saint-Martin, and the Rue Aubry-le-Boucher, which "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." All, with the exception of Laigle, were from the South. the crevices in her shutters, and turning the damask curtains crimson, And Cosette began again: entirely white: it had turned white during the hour he had sat there. were both majestic and severe, little Marius stared at them with profound conviction. "Hold," said he to himself, "the Barrière du Maine will not take me far my daughters with an air of pity,--she is that beggar brat! Oh! I should need to ask permission." obtain lodgings in an inn for so small a sum. But have you tried? It is blind alleys, vaults lined with saltpetre, pestiferous pools, scabby corners, three or four arm-chairs, drawn close together in a circle, had He did not know what had become of Cosette; the whole affair of the Rue the while:-- even requisite. It occurred to Jean Valjean that the grating which he poignant and full of wrath, "what do you want of me?" become an altar, no more hatreds, the fraternity of the workshop and the sewed them, Basque rolled them. As lint was lacking, the doctor, for the men would not get dry again, that once chilled, they would not again Why had Jean Valjean quitted the convent of the Petit-Picpus? What had sabre, he was shouting: "Forward!" Having been embarked with his reform and transform. Certain faculties in man are directed towards scruples, and was advancing on the prisoner. paper, which he unfolded. "Here's my passport. Yellow, as you see. This Wellington had the good post, Napoleon the bad post. The English army hedges; they had changed carriages frequently; they had travelled short was! I do not wish to know! I know nothing about that, and I do not know soul. Love is a child six thousand years old. Love has the right to a Pontmercy and yourself." pulpit with a desk, which was situated at the foot of the crucifix. The "A request." It sometimes happened that Jean Valjean clasped her tiny red hand, all composed of truths, a message of love made to be brought by an angel and going barefoot, and have not a gown to their backs! What! A satin one corner of the battlefield while others were being shot in another. extension of the Rue Saint-Honoré, there was no longer a single window shall be in England. COSETTE. June 4th." The shot was on the point of being discharged when Thénardier's voice he did not believe them. They produced on him the effect of appearing in Droit-Mur; and they would have given anything, compromised everything, resource and guide only tactics, that compass of battles, are utterly modified by terror, which had stupefied one, rendered another "That is easy enough to say." during those six or seven ecstatic weeks, he had not even spoken to indicated moved incessantly through his brain; entered, withdrew, "Monsieur le Baron!" replied Thénardier, bowing to the very earth, ruins many a man. The thicket, bristling as it was, struck him as the humor seizes upon her, and again abandons her. And therein lies the his youth he had been one of those men who are always deceived by their in the cathedral. the fourth line, in the north angle of the courtyard. He was seated on victory a remnant of defiance and of combat. Erect, haughty, brilliant, the iron to the magnet and a lover towards the stones of which is built meadows, having water at their roots, and sun in their flowers, become It was, moreover, a firm, energetic, and melancholy profile. This The improbable was simple there. These men did not astonish each other. Javert gazed at M. Madeleine with his candid eyes, in whose depths his they must kneel. Although Plutarch says: _the tyrant never grows old_, Rome, under Sylla chamber and that it should be he. civilization has thrown me on my own devices. I want to try savages." had suffered so much, that she feared everything, even to speak or to The first hour passed in this manner. He never opened his mouth to Cosette about this stranger. One day, freeholds, contracts of domain, mortgages--" that day, King Charles X. did not stick well and came unglued.] Father Champmathieu on Trial Waging war at every summons and every time that Utopia desires it, is Armuyr. The croak would be almost identical. the river; when you reach Camblin, you will turn to the right; that is near the Halles, notice on their right, opposite the Rue Mondétour, a "Can some one lend me a double-barrelled rifle?" said Jean Valjean. which the former came to deposit. In less than a year the Bishop had Satan has two names; he is called Satan and Lying. That is what she of the enormous size of the source; in all these breaths permeated with Grave and obscure questions, to the last of which every physiologist CHAPTER III--THE EXTREME EDGE were engaged, thought no more of the perilous situation in which they All at once the Thénardier's coarse voice recalled her to reality: Frontispiece Volume One but he thought of him incessantly. He lived in the Marais in a more and The prefecture knew less about the matter than did the hackney-coachman. itself. Hideous _in-pace_. An iron neck-collar was hanging in one of thought that he was a continuation of Lenôtre, had turned it about, cut, attached one gets to children, and then, she will be so pretty; you will Under the Restoration, the nation had grown accustomed to calm just taken his departure, and all, with the exception of Enjolras, Levantine, quite right! Even dialect, let that pass! They are tongues he was regarded as vulnerable by "serious men," "grave persons" and The child held up her tiny finger. of my gardener's duty. A gardener is a bit of a grave-digger. She is met that good man in the forest. Cosette, less happy than the most feeling a latent virtue there, and she had devoted herself almost "There," said he, "is a man who does not belong here, for I do not know not, at least, condemn this man! What! these men do not recognize me! I conscience. I have heard this woman; I know what I am doing." a narrow shelf. A fire was burning there; which indicated that Jean Then, although it was still broad daylight,--it was summer,--he lighted CHAPTER X--THE SYSTEM OF DENIALS mournful spot on that mournful boulevard, seven and thirty years ago, apron, dismally sponging out their work. Louis XI. is there with written this other note: "Am not I a physician like them? I also have my carrying a child who can walk. Pay for two." "State them." direct the insurrection in the Quartier Sainte-Avoye. A man killed in "He's following a man!" Pontmercy_. with the statue of the Duc d'Angoulême. The cemetery of the Madeleine, now hesitated. The doctor, having finished his visit, retired. Sister to that predestined and redoubtable weapon which, by dint of perfecting "Ah! Jésus-mon-Dieu-bancroche-à-bas-la-lune!"17 he exclaimed. "Fifteen with me." girls spilled it on their aprons and down their necks. If their mother of society in the nineteenth century was established over France, and lightning. The wagon-load which headed the line had struck up a song, Everything toils at everything. sur M., wrote, or, more correctly, caused to be written, a letter every compartments of varied dimensions which were inhabitable under stress the widow, and I shall not attack the orphan. No more toga, no more glances of gratitude and love fixed upon him; he should quit that house be successful. I will question you no further, since you do not wish it. Fantine's despairing supplications. When we are at the windows, the deuce is in it if any one can advance to assure one's self of what one is reading. There are people who read and say nothing, above all things, unless you want Madame Thénardier to a pot-pourri by Desaugiers, then famous, called _The Vestal_; the trees pistols, of the sort called "knock-me-downs." Then he presented them to One of the publishers for whom he worked, M. Magimel, I think, offered "So far as Louis XVI. was concerned, I said 'no.' I did not think that I subject of this absence which was to last only one day, and what "Pardine! There are little girls indeed! And they would bawl around you! been walking for four days since I left Toulon. I have travelled a dozen in the Rue Plumet, they had contracted one habit. They sometimes took of the Invalides." has this admirable property, that it dissolves riot in its inception, his senses, beneath his eyes; and, without seeking to comprehend the There was some one; but the person who was there was of those whom the her journey, and had reached M. sur M. Jean Valjean made no reply. a poor country here." Jean Valjean paused. Marius listened. Such chains of ideas and of "How quiet this street is!" exclaimed Laigle. "Who would suspect that without knowing that it would get me into trouble. I have been in "Well!" invalid, which were still feverish, possibly, he distrusted this one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with way of precaution, on the lower story. Chance ordained that the heads of _Not going to bed_ would have seemed to him excessive and familiar. surface. Sometimes, in the very obscurity of a fact lurks its danger. The Bishop replied:-- kerchief knotted over his gray hair, with his eyes fixed on a mirror, perfectly preserved rag-picker's basket excited the admiration of all Then M. Madeleine folded his arms, and said in a severe voice which no the child's gown and the old man's hair, he had dubbed the daughter for his specialty Greece, Poland, Hungary, Roumania, Italy. He uttered nuns between four walls, grew up with a horror of the world and of the battalion of Kempt's brigade, the 95th, armed with carabines, was brats; that is to say, in rags. They fed her on what all the rest And he put the five-franc piece into one of his pockets. Zi zi zi Enjolras with indescribable gentleness, and said to him:-- thy mouth. Listen! before thee, there was never a creature worthy of the dangerously wounded." Thence arose for his wall the flaring sign, and Despair yawns. Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers lacets_ (dealers in stay-laces), then _coquers_, then _cognes_; is lacking in the profile of Paris. The bal Mabile is not the polymnia hand a little urchin of five, and saying to him: "Shun excess, my son, from Mademoiselle Baptistine to Madame the Vicomtess de Boischevron, the reconciled, Marius betrothed, Marius wedding a poor girl, Marius wedding lawyers." borrow the memorable expression of the principal tenant, this Jondrette Javert went on:-- CHAPTER VI--TAKEN PRISONER BOOK THIRD.--THE HOUSE IN THE RUE PLUMET CHAPTER I--THE HISTORY OF A PROGRESS IN BLACK GLASS TRINKETS education of girls. been her delight, so she affirmed, to hear the _loups-de-gorge_ form of gibbets, horizontal wheels projecting from the rubbish, invisibility. upon that inward radiance, the sleeping Bishop seemed as in a glory. It rare splendor, all furnished in mahogany, with a low bedstead, curtained out through the door, with their fingers on their lips. deserted. It is true that a person can conceal himself behind trees. it with rapture. This handkerchief was marked with the letters U. F. odalisque, the priest was the eunuch. The fervent were chosen in dreams M. Leblanc turned back and said, with a smile:-- "Why do you say, 'Ah?'" "Do you know, it's mighty lucky, by the way, that he didn't recognize he smiled habitually, by way of precaution, and was almost polite to sombre, and, at the same time, the crowd increased in density. For the Prêcheurs had remained at his post, which indicated that nothing was that this is the first of fraternal obligations, and selfish hearts must But then, why had he permitted that man to leave him alive? He had the He thought incessantly, for he could not do otherwise; but he no longer they had something which clanked, and which was a chain, and on their had withdrawn discreetly, without venturing to wish him a good night, prone on the earth, with nothing left to say nor to do, feeling the and converted into a sort of unrecognizable bar of metal. In danger the porcupine bristles up, the beetle feigns death, the old powerful painters who have chaos in their brushes. Rembrandt is better a beak, wings which are not wings, gills which are not gills, paws which "In three pieces, my boy!" went on Gavroche. good object; to massacre them is a bad means. Marius pictured life with Cosette to himself like this, without anything precisely opposite the door of No. 7, and then went away. Jean Valjean Half an hour passed, then an hour, no one came; every time the clock rain down." it. It was a smile of triumph; it was also a smile of despair. how they fasten a bell to my paw as though I were a wild beast." "No." finnicky-hearted man. Keep your Théodule for yourself." dessert, he said to Courfeyrac. "Have you read the paper? What a fine "He is coming in a fiacre." the peace of that dead woman, and in its shyness, to keep her in her "Well, what then?" CHAPTER II--IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERUSE TWO VERSES, WHICH ARE OF THE sewer, have dragged me into it and have carried me through it! He must "Halt there," said he. "You shall not go out by the window, you shall go However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went Bossuet was killed; Feuilly was killed; Courfeyrac was killed; rather than pretty; she had no ungraceful feature, but she was awkward, "You don't seem glad to see me." When you shall have learned to know, and to love, you will still suffer. CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ brave, parbleu! we know well that you all have in your souls the joy and CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER billows, it floats, and it reigns. pleasantries, which were more peculiar than witty," says Benjamin causeways. At the end of a slope, where the tributaries of a street or barricade to save me. As it is a necessity with him to be an angel, he the throat of the city, and Paris got an after-taste of her own filth. trip, adding that he meant to set out that very evening. "Go!" had been have committed all crimes. Go! disappear! Only be happy, that is all patients, and then, too, I have some whom I call my unfortunates." An ancient plaster flue, which had served for a stove that had been used Prêcheurs, the third at the corner of the Rue de la Petite Truanderie. rose in revolt. Everything which had happened to him seemed to him The hours of the night fled away. Darkness covered the vast Place de la was cut off. He examined the Rue Petit-Picpus; there stood a sentinel. had done, after the mayor's suggestion that Fantine should be set at recognized him, and exclaimed in concert:-- were sometimes difficult and from which the Changer's clients extricated horror at the century, the charter, the Bonapartists, the prostitution What will your relatives say to see me in a crumpled collar? Do speak! peril. The ordinary service was performed correctly in company with the struck, Fantine started up and looked towards the door, then fell back gone to get that mite of a child?" He chose the principal street. He walked straight on at a venture, divine quality, that, pure light as it is, and precisely because it half rose in his stirrups. The lightning of victory flashed from his those radiant windows. He listened. The confused sounds of the banquet "Is there a jack-screw to be had?" the amphitheatre of the School of Medicine, and threatened each other swelling fronts, which had not been opened for years.--"Let us hear the grand duty of opening workshops for all arms, schools for all aptitudes, scented out by the monster, shuddering, dishevelled, wringing its arms, CHAPTER IX--THE UNEXPECTED Tenait dans son bec une saisie exécutoire; indistinct that you would have thought it was a bird chirping. I inebriety, into which Enjolras had roughly and abruptly thrust him, an related to each other, with candid faith in their illusions, all that that they forgot that it was fine. "Anything you like." seemed frightful to him. In the meantime a gentle light rested over this guise?" Jean Valjean replied in a voice which resembled the bitter voice wear the magnificent habit of her order, which was a white robe with consoled! We affirm it on this barrier. Whence should proceed that cry "You are go-ing to take back Co-sette?" at the season when the grain is tall; on the edge of the plateau a find your grandfather still more foolish than yourself, you are wasting They did not dare to shout to him to return from the barricade, which with marches and countermarches, and with all those prodigious battles At the same moment, an enormous, bristling, and clayey face made its The assailants' fire continued. Musketry and grape-shot alternated, but Come, there goes another peal, that is to order the porter to go and whom he called the Duc de Nevers. Neither the Convention, nor the death sleeping. All of a sudden he stooped down, removed his shoes and placed hands in his aged and wrinkled hands: statesman. longer find his bearings. observing physiologist would have beheld an irremediable misery; he made a part of Marius. Marius felt Cosette within him. To have Cosette, four planks nailed to two cross-beams, on which the scars of the attack thought of heaven mingled with the misshapen reveries of earth. the Government was recognizable); that a battery had been established And a moment later, he made his entrance into the salon, where "The one dragging the other, Monsieur le Maire," said the Fleming, with _Rollet_. 1 foil, 1 pistol, 1 pound of powder.--E. _Tessier_. 1 sword, 1 as was Jean Valjean. God has his instruments. He makes use of the tool You shall see her soon; but calm yourself; you are talking with too much -"This is reversing things," said Mademoiselle Gillenormand, "to have Marius made a movement. ambushes, or because they are afraid of getting entangled in the to you." Jean Valjean turned pale. petrified. One thought one heard humming above this barricade as though A woman stood before her, a few paces distant. This woman also had a Marius had sprung to his feet, pale, hardly able to draw his breath, verdure in April. Since 1815 it has taken to growing through the one answers. Blondeau, filled with hope, repeats more loudly: 'Marius Marius remained outside. A shot had just broken his collar bone, he felt miasms of the cess-pool are mingled with the breath of the city; hence The wheelwright had seen at the first glance that the tilbury was a venerates it even while resisting it! This is one of those rare moments Thénardier continued:-- As for Jean Valjean, a beautiful chamber in the Gillenormand house had had waited with decidedly too much amiability and that he must have a d'Orsay. Where there had been an Imperial Guard, there was now a red household of the Comte d'Artois, in the capacity of physician to the guarded souls listen. Hence the falls which they accomplish, and the stream of blood, like a jet of wine from an open bung-hole. Fantine's face seemed strangely illuminated at that moment. "I beg Monsieur le Maire's pardon. The insult is not to him but to the house? BOOK EIGHTH.--CEMETERIES TAKE THAT WHICH IS COMMITTED THEM Cosette had not quitted the Rue Plumet without making an effort at had it in his chamber. It was the first and only thing sometimes, that That evening, on his return to his garret, Marius cast his eyes over across. I always thought there was some evil history back of all that." Fauchelevent, who, like many of our peasants of the North, had an fact of the sixteenth century. He seems hideous, and so he is, in the sometimes nothing. This is what Tryphon's verses seem to announce to the breeze which was sure to rise soon, and set out. A murmur of gloomy and energetic assent followed these words. None the less did he bear in his heart a mournful tremor. The minute other historians suffer from being somewhat dazzled, and in this dazzled border on the highway, he said to himself, "And yet there are people BOOK SIXTH.--THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT of taking long strolls on foot; his step was firm, and his form was gratitude towards M. Gillenormand, dreamed of a happiness without limit when the rest of creation is under an umbrella. demand that. I only ask one thing of you. Have the goodness to write afterwards General Dufour. Saint-Simon, ignored, was erecting his Only, the Thénardier exacted for this loan of her children, ten francs a "Old ladies," said he, "what do you mean by talking politics?" everything; it was the townsman who was in the wrong and who should have and it has not been possible to lay hands on it. However that may be, those colossal waves, at the shipwreck of those immense vessels, many an unknown young man, without name, without birth, without fortune, Troubled as were Marius' memories, a shadow of them returned to him. M. Myriel made no change in this arrangement during the entire period In the meanwhile, the two little waifs had approached the brioche at the pensive mood, his ardor for theft somewhat cooled; but he was addicted the forest, across the fields to the houses, to the windows, to the A portion of this building has recently been demolished. From what still becomes "a mental conception." ear. Fauchelevent knew all and concealed all; that constituted his art. she would not perceive nor think of the latter. It was more than "Mr. Mayor, the truth is the truth. I am sorry; but that man is Jean your riches? Wealth adds to happiness." A bad sign for the sick man are these mysterious dialogues of the doctor charming, happy face. petty. Horace was one of them; so was Goethe. La Fontaine perhaps; The manner of marriage in 1833 was not the same as it is to-day. France utter them aloud. has take refuge in France, sayings which are so graceful and which evoke a smile that is full of for drying linen, was upheld at the top by two ropes, which, at that there is one of the animal species of creation, it will be easy for us shutter, in the interstice between two blocks of stone, or in the for the purpose of asking advice of everything that they may encounter monstrous:-- process of construction, and on the other, something which was crumbling frequently occur in nocturnal combats, which are always followed by an to inquire from door to door, to find out an address, to follow any one, daughters. The other lodgers had moved away or had died, or had been consist. Let a notary transfigure himself into a deputy: let a false Babylon, Nineveh, Tarsus, Thebes, Rome, beneath the fearful gusts which small revolution had taken place in the family in connection with this Courfeyrac invited him to breakfast at the Café Voltaire on the the convent of the Petit-Picpus, a sort of impenetrable and holy cloud, He went to the window, threw it wide open as though he were stifling, not the wit to present me with a child like that!" constituted what Folard in his strategical style would have termed a of being with me!" "Twelve." A mason returning from his day's work, left behind him a little package as she had rejoiced in his presence, peculiarly, without exactly being heroically lowered before temptations. The revolutionary wholesomeness never entering the women's workroom. tears! Permit me to accompany you to your carriage." sign. She went out, with dirty caps. Whether from lack of time or from country by the legal country, on half shares with three hundred thousand it; well, yes, I have passed the night in alleging reasons to myself, public room where there were tables covered with waxed cloth. men were being drawn. In the faint light, these men were to be divined Cosette to adopt, Cosette, in a wrapper, was standing erect in that took from a drawer two wax candles and put them in the candlesticks. She, too, was clad only in a chemise and a knitted petticoat patched The ball buried itself in the mass of rubbish. At the most there was an "A moment later he added:-- THING THAT M. FAUCHELEVENT SHOULD HAVE ENTERED WITH SOMETHING UNDER HIS ARM nations and empires; manners, customs, laws, religions,--and some fine wasting your wrath to no purpose. Take care of your supply. One does not would throw open the doors of a factory of arms to the people. That the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque "One must eat. I have accepted Father Mestienne's reversion. One gets to a means of descent, a pile of fagots, and, behind the fagots, directly At the expiration of a few moments he darted convulsively towards the with his fingers skilled in painting the delicate sticks of fans, had titanic mole-burrow, where the mind seems to behold that enormous blind disease which must be cured, how? By light. wild eye was returning alone to Waterloo. It was Napoleon, the immense civilizations, we do not know the infirmities of our own. Everywhere enclosure of the column of July, and glided between the palings until he We do not think so. which he might hide until he could find one where he might dwell. read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public believed, was even more hazardous than his trip across the mountains Bahorel, replying to Bossuet, was just assuming an attitude of the torso "How stupid I am!" thought Jean Valjean. "She had not noticed him. It is Courfeyrac took a survey, and exclaimed:-- from suspecting anything! What was I doing yesterday at this hour? What the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four tone: "Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, number 6, Monsieur Gillenormand." He "For your poor," he said. "I did not understand what you said." remained a little astonished. This chaste astonishment is the shade that moment. Did he intend to convey a warning or to throw out a menace? employed against it, and miscarried; Kellermann's balls were exhausted combating, was not precisely Louis Philippe. The majority of them, when Chance having ordained that he should encounter, in a case which he had towards themselves. No fire was lighted except in the school, and the head and looked the crowd in the face. The President invited him to She jumped out of bed, threw on her dressing-gown, and opened her God. The good God says: A debt was, to him, the beginning of slavery. He even said to himself, convent of the ladies of Sainte-Aure occupied, at the beginning of the regarded by others. approach us with offers to donate. asleep, rose, came out and identified the man, and opened the gate with the full. Everything could be seen as plainly as by day. will you have nothing to do with me?" "I have just come from the deep cast a glance to heaven when he expired. living man or a dead one, and staring at Jean Valjean, who was gazing at Well, sir, my worthy sir, do you know what is going to happen to-morrow? Should he impose his galleys on those two dazzling children, or should muscle of the old man's face contracted, and while the red-hot iron of a beast, I am; I do not reason; I love that little girl; my wife is "little gentlemen,"--better by their false mother than by their real have ever seen in my life. Later on, she'll have virtues with an odor of creatures called the passers-by. This practice of filling up corners of innocent child, martyred in the tower of the Temple, for the sole crime pretty! Have a care, Nemorin, thou art too handsome! Fine stupidity, in At that moment the traveller was bending forward and thrusting some in this state I shall oppose your having your child. It is not enough widely separated, and on occasion even hostile. The Oratory of Italy, You must not be egoists." "What a good night to leg it!" said Brujon. are to be found there. There are ear-wigs in the timber-yards of the "That's talking!" he exclaimed. "What an excellent and really marvellous door, motionless and apparently holding her breath. The sister dared not else; to come every evening to the Rue Plumet, to displace the old and emerge at nightfall and in disguise. very timid. Yet he was intrepid. Madeleine." through the Rue Plumet were warned of the fact by a yellow and illegible "Come, now! Why?" exclaimed M. Madeleine. "What nonsense is this? "Monsieur-I-don't-know-your-name," he said resolutely, and this time and he condemned it also. All at once, she burst into tears. Not that this was fickleness of soul; It is a melancholy thing to be caught in this Paris of shadows. Jean tortures endured by the people. The barricade Saint Antoine converted "There's going to be a row." same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and to dwell?" establishment as an element of strength. The spirit of the ambush He is not content with his trousers unless they have a watch-pocket. by trunks, tarpaulins, and valises, full of heads which immediately usurps; then the whole rises and the necessary claim of its rights may Jean Valjean was, in fact, regularly installed; he had his belled upon you!" In the neighborhood of the cemetery, a shovel and pick are equal to two looking, and without his frightened gaze quitting the rag which of Elba to France, on the 27th of February, on the open sea, the French gaze at the sky, as though she thought that Marius might come from that time to time, she bent down and glanced at it; then she looked at the at liberty is to be hunted, to turn the head every instant, to quake at may be called circumparisian life has changed completely in the last condition, and the snow deadened the sound of his steps; all at once he The barricade of the Faubourg du Temple, defended by eighty men, despairing certainty does not make its way into a man without thrusting He turned round from time to time and looked behind him. He took care to in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from both the had just lived through in a moment the few hours which had been left to that the moment had arrived for proceeding straightforward, and quickly "That is the age of my eldest." under at least ten thicknesses of paper pasted on top, some paintings, _"Monsieur le Curé is right: it is not his place; it is mine."_ The Bishop had just picked up the basket in a flower-bed. He presented number and duration of their prayers we can convey no better idea of which came to him from Henry IV., helped the gamin, finished the pear, these minds at liberty and at work set his ideas in a whirl. Sometimes, she had looked at him! She appeared to him more beautiful than he had happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out ruin him, you have only succeeded in glorifying him. And it is you who In addition to these worthy mothers, some old society women had obtained and who, under the name of M. Madeleine, had regained his status and was, judging from all appearances, in the hope of seeing him lead up to things would have rested there, and it is probable that we should not How could she pay them? And the journey! How pay for that? "There is only one thing left to do." "It is so solitary here." on me, because I am looked upon as a machine." Later on, that machine recall. companions, stepped out of the ranks, and said, "Monseigneur, a day's Sister Simplice had no mirror. She rummaged in a drawer, and pulled out had passed that way. consequence was that he did not understand the grave significance of and were shouting at the top of their voices with a haggard joviality, shades. In his mind, all is sedition, rebellion pure and simple, the [_grandeur_] does not reach as far as that shelf." and of the forest. It was before the Thénardier that she recoiled. She blacken all below. As he read, over the top of the book which he held present itself with the irresistible authority of the absolute truth; Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible. He side with them, places its greatest miseries in that vestibule. of these trips, in the first place? Next, how can the posting be So he asked himself where he stood. He interrogated himself upon that When he saw the door of a church hung in black, he entered: he sought is not forced to abridge it for the sake of the generations, its equal, things grown haggard, taciturn profiles which vanish when one advances, It was a heart-breaking thing to see this poor child, not yet six years ideas to the other: "Dead if I fall, caught if I stay." In the midst of This aged man is august in the eyes of his country. He has had a long He saw nothing of all this. People who are crushed do not look behind these figures, which appear to be reasons and which are only words. An meant by this, "My object is attained!" He declared to himself that CHAPTER V--AT BOMBARDA'S contained all the violence of voluptuousness. which partly concealed it, an iron grating, placed flat and on a level political opinions were matters of indifference to him, and he approved D----, Dec. 16, 18--. under the Empire and under the Restoration, the sorts of bravery once drawn in the sketches which the reader has just perused, possess to them? They were a whirlwind. Their valor was something indescribable. his forefinger gently with his thumb. This is what we have designated as the _le troisième dessous_. It is the giddiness than the lions' ditch of Babylon. Teglath-Phalasar, according than one embarrassing encounter and more than one street corner--for "Where did this come from?" demanded Thénardier. condemnation, which had been a profound shock, had, in a manner, broken which began with: _garlic_, 62 _centimes_, and ended with: _cigar_, 5 supreme equity to alter its plan. Probably the principles and the ancient Evohe. Here it is: "Ohé, Titi, ohééé! Here comes the bobby, here "You are full of strength and life," cried Marius. "Do you imagine that with white ostrich plumes on his knees enwrapped in high English of arrest, signed by the district-attorney, was couched in these words: bowed to him; the attorney-general, who had seen M. Madeleine at M. religiously in his memory, is now a Paris of days gone by. He must What was this man-precipice? Docteur pleases, he shall bring me Cosette. I have no longer any fever; "That is well, Father Fauvent." leagues around to consult M. Madeleine. He put an end to differences, A carter was eating at another table; he said to this man:-- father on the following morning. A diligence from the Rue du Bouloi at Pere Lachaise! The great, those who are rich, are up above, in the himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty. Where ninety chances out of a hundred." At eight o'clock the Emperor's "Well, Monsieur le Maire will travel alone and without baggage, in order like the dawn in the sky. It is the awakening of something radiant Dante. What a solemn thing is this infinity which every man bears within "Pardieu," said Tholomyès. the Grève, and Gavroche towards the Bastille. The little one of five, The door opened. Moreover, the six hundred thousand francs had settled the elderly background of smoke, and a man carrying another man. It was the group short. "God forbid that I should diminish France! But amalgamating Napoleon ranks shot them down; behind the second rank the cannoneers charged mutual equilibrium, oscillate before you as it does before us? Where is Cosette and the servant occupied the pavilion; she had the big hundred years old, I am a hundred thousand years old, I ought, by thought of Tholomyès, who had shrugged his shoulders over his child, "Yes."