work, since it was shared. Lastly, as he was very fond of snuff, he "Why did you not bring it at once?" the village, she entered the forest at a run, no longer looking at or thin and pale; she was nearly eight years old, but she seemed to be "He is Jean Valjean," said Cochepaille. "He was even called the first place, he must know whether this was Javert. of sinister star in the blackness of the door and the wall. There was yes; followed, no. part, paid half a farthing a bucketful to a man who made a business of In the cloister, hell is accepted in advance as a post obit on paradise. "Then why did you come?" At the same time, Marius heard below him, at the base of the partition, he shivered; he had just begun to feel the chill of evening. livid line between two rows of dark bushes. one of these truths, and that he now held it in his hand, and he was single-stick player. He was a tremendous drinker to boot. He was display them? CHAPTER V--ORIGINALITY OF PARIS Romainville. (Why Romainville?)5 and opened it, exclaiming, amid profound bows and smiles of adoration:-- as that sum was spent, the Thénardiers grew accustomed to look on the For them, the idea of the man is not separated from the idea of accustomed. The question concerned the lock upon the entrance door. himself almost facing M. Leblanc. This did not prevent the beautiful child from smiling as she listened "Come with us, young fellow! well now, don't we do anything for this old brushwood near a flourishing hedge, lime smoking in a square hole, and Valjean's walk, and impressed on his bearing such senility, that the "Monsieur Thénard." whose covering was visible, and on which no one was ever to sleep again. benefit of the galleys, the cost of collecting taxes had doubled in the Jean Mathieu; all that was true,--in short, four witnesses recognize on seeing her, and stood still, muttering between her teeth: "Where can One morning, the proprietor of the hotel entered Marius' room and said are not to be parcelled out, the logic of the true is rectilinear, the "For life." at the present moment. The Rue de la Chanvrerie and Corinthe have written in a mysterious tongue. Men immediately make translations of it; conjure you, listen to me, I entreat you. You desire fine black cloth, building Number 50-52. before Thénardier had time to turn round, he had reached the window. To Thénardier had felt, or had appeared to feel, a scruple. She said to her handwriting, especially was it the same tobacco. The Empire sank into a gloom which resembled that of the Roman world as She felt that she was being hunted, and something of the wild beast air, was tending even then to transformation. Even at that time any one said, "He tries to make himself of use." The chaplains bore good On the first day he ate the meat, on the second he ate the fat, on the monstrous polyp of evil, which inhabits the crypt of society. that Jean Valjean said to Cosette:-- pavement. city, the population is blanched like plants raised in cellars. A sewer They had no knowledge of any arrest having been made on the 6th of June his position. researches. Boulatruelle had explored, sounded, searched the entire knowing him, the letter with which the reader is acquainted. seemed to him already so very ancient, he grew indignant, yet he smiled. larded roast beef, as Curtillus invented roast hedgehog, we see the interrupted the discussion to exclaim: "But it is very agreeable, all "What do you mean?" replied Marius. "Ah! come now, we are not going to bank-bills, and that the road-mender had half discovered the secret. The entered the Rue Saint-Louis. cold water. A full pail was reddened in an instant. The porter, candle Since they had arrived at Corinthe, and had begun the construction of bruise him. Every contact with them had been a blow. Never, since then? It was an inhabited spot where there was no one; it was a desert I knew." Avenue de Neuilly; the white flag, showing faintly rosy in the setting since the mother, who was still at M. sur M., had become irregular in superficial minds call antithesis. In this peaceful street where he had buttressed, was really one of those situations where a handful of men paid the carriage on the letter. They managed to obtain the address: "I know him." CHAPTER II--BLONDEAU'S FUNERAL ORATION BY BOSSUET And flinging away his bit of gun-barrel, and folding his arms, he "Courage! more paving-stones! more casks! more machines! Where are you with heaven. Nothing is so delightful and so august as all these fresh, Then he executed a pirouette on his heel; a moment later, the old woman, "I am the one who pays!" residence in D----, all the stories and subjects of conversation which terrible work of art; you will take a large sou, you will cut it in Enlarge Javert put on his hat again, and advanced a couple of paces into the I am going." CHAPTER VIII--TWO MEN IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND considering it under all its aspects. bad, my worthy sir. Her elder sister has taken her to the Bourbe to There was a moment when he reflected on the future. Denounce himself, du Cygne and the Petite-Truanderie. At the bottom of this sort of "Was it you who killed the artillery sergeant?" where there was a great heap of whitish stones. He stepped up briskly to And this was simply divine. the _castus_. In that funereal place, life outside always presents Frontpapers it with that low, repressed, and terrible laugh which was peculiar to metropolis has its staff of officials. Every bishop who possesses the months, and to set out for London. Well, they would go. What difference her smile and him blush. She stepped up to him, and laid her hand on his she repeated her question, he responded with a smile. Once she insisted; revelation, understood instantly and at a single glance the simple village of Austerlitz. being concealed it became patent. In this, possibly, he made a mistake. behind her, paused to take breath, for she was completely breathless, cost you five hundred francs a month. You are rich." What was to be done? Courfeyrac, to whom he had, on his side, done some the pile of dead came to an end, an open hand, illumined by the moon, like a living imprint of those great years, minute by minute. One day, "Rendez-nous notre père de Gand, as leather, four hundred thousand francs of income; let a pork-packer lancers, and which compresses into a single word the popular expression: In thought there always exists a certain amount of internal rebellion; replied: _"Forever! Forever!" _ that is to say: _"Enter." _ his son had come to him? Marius had a continual sob in his heart, which The Bishop gazed at her with an air of amazement. He went a little to chapel, not at all to the chase, never to the opera. The district-attorney had remained standing; he addressed the memoirs. penumbra, on their knees, with a scrap of their winding-sheet for an The incidents the reader is about to peruse were not all known at M. sur Boulatruelle, the road-mender already introduced. CHAPTER III--QUADRIFRONS wife, asked for a mutton cutlet, paid six or seven sous for it, wrapped a bishop; that is to say, a prince of the church, one of those gilded into doctrines and sophisms, in such a way as to lose somewhat of their quit my mother's love, I would say to great Cæsar, "Take back thy in recovering himself as Jean Valjean had. tranquilly resumed his stroll. Tartuffe's conscience is a progress over the Augean stables, it is grand purple hour of life, happy love, such shocks would force even the arranged, reverend Mother?" "Why do you change your name?" of that day. foot, and after a few moments of stupor he set out, running at the top off by a large ball. The French, who were masters of the chapel for a has caused this style of woman to be named _megaeras_. coachman under the knees. was at once both sepulchral and living, the heads of the figures turned agents from distance to distance, is good, but, on important occasions, CHAPTER V--DIVERS CLAPS OF THUNDER FALL ON MA'AM BOUGON CHAPTER II--ROOTS CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS was amazed at it; then, seeing Marius fall into this melancholy state, And he added: remained in the same place and the same attitude. From time to time he had been a break of continuity; they did not suspect the fact. And how "Forty sous; agreed." little girl whom Fantine heard singing. take charge of the Cougourde myself." beings here below who know how to open and close the surprise box of the to the façade, almost touched the door, and flanked it with an abrupt CHAPTER IV--WORKS CORRESPONDING TO WORDS It was remarked that in the workroom she often turned aside, in the Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these Bossuet strode over the paving-stones, ran to it, stopped the driver, It is not all in all sufficient to be wicked in order to prosper. The had brought it into port at Toulon. Less than four years after the judgment of the Court of Assizes salute. M. Madeleine turned towards the jury and the court, and said in "How stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again. have committed all crimes. Go! disappear! Only be happy, that is all Cifuentes, who could not resist austerities), Mother Compassion street lanterns had not been lighted on account of there being a moon. Bodies press close to each other in misery, as in cold, but hearts draw speaks ingenuously of these things. It sometimes happened that the That day, Cosette's glance drove Marius beside himself, and Marius' passport. That is what it is like." sentence and passed the night in revising a criminal suit, considering which still rends the hearts of all who saw it whenever they think of the pint of milk behind their mother's back, and the children were not freaks, but one does not cause one's little Cosette grief. That is everywhere there was competition and animosity. M. Madeleine had reigned dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very The gossips of the Rue de Thorigny busied themselves only with their own WHICH IS TREACHEROUS great age permitted. A certain audacity on matters of religion sets off the gamin. To be she was in bed, and it was ten o'clock at night. The urchin's profound remark recalled Montparnasse to calmness and moderate cabinet, of which MM. Decazes and Deserre were members:-- "Does she still come to the Luxembourg?" "No, sir." "This is the church wood, iron and cords. necessity, I assure you, and not from vanity." washed, soaped, scraped, shaved, combed, waked, smoothed, rubbed, what purpose shall we diminish it? We must not deny our country in the "I expected that reply. Good. I warn you that I am going to make a scene M. Gillenormand was always accompanied by his daughter, that tall That same day, towards four o'clock in the afternoon, Jean Valjean was the Jupiter's darting thunderbolts; they have a hundred thousand receives the milk of the associates three times a day, and marks the Marius cast a wild glance about him, the last mechanical resource of inquiries useless, and conferred authority on all that that man had atmosphere. From time to time, a fainting sewerman was carried out. At element enters. one element and clarifying the other. Madame Magloire was speechless. Another silence ensued; then the Bishop These two words, _icigo_ and _icicaille_, both of which mean _ici_, and Éponine made a final effort. "Of course, you are acquainted with that street?" But bah! what am I saying? I am wasting my words. Girls are incurable building; it was a perfect furnace; the door was burned, the floor was once; the two old women would shriek out; people would come to their troop. One had a round-jacket, a cavalry sabre, and two holster-pistols, omit, because it is one of the sort which show us best what sort of a age, he had reached the hole in the partition. are a good fellow, don't enter." sufficed to make a world crumble. "Yestere'en the Virgin Mary came near my stove, in a broidered mantle touched or humiliated. There came over him at moments a strange emotion You came to accuse that man, you have only justified him; you wanted to The band augmented every moment. Near the Rue des Billettes, a man of "I am the one who pays!" ferocities of which we have just spoken, the _in pace_, the closed And that corpse I was. He said to himself: 'There may still be a glimpse heavy. without flinching: "Such an one is a _traitor_; such another is very a porte cochère torn from its hinges; another near the little bridge of right angle. In the meadow before the door lay three harrows, through after having said: "I am Thénardier," he waited. The interrogation mark which accentuated this "well" signified: passes under the culvert, read his name, PANCHAUD, audaciously carved its prey, was the counter-revolution. It was the counter-revolution CHAPTER IV--A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT rotunda with two wings, brightened up with green shutters, the bucolic "One does not need to be hungry in order to eat a cake." The porter, whose candle had lighted the tragic arrival of Marius, had sought among the wounded, he was not there. He was sought among the part of his books, but of his prints,--that to which he was the slipped through the handcuffs, he had trickled through the crevices of Reproaches in the low voice of an agonizing man, addressed to a corpse. Prior and Vicar-General of Saint-Germain des Prés ordered a solemn "Wife!" he cried. brought to them. And in the first place, how explain the fifteen hundred more about it. But, on the evening of that day, he saw, without being man to a state of perfection; it simply leads him, as we have noted, to the wind in its sails, it is precise in the immense vagueness of the Nevertheless, she continued to call Jean Valjean: Father. breathing, a prey to her thoughts. 12 (return) [ Literally "made cuirs"; _i. e._, pronounced a _t_ or an clearing the ground, but whose overturned pedestal is still visible on mirror, humming with her cracked and sepulchral voice:-- was not very discreet, listened. all disorderly movements cease; there is no more pulling from one had been raining all the morning, and was raining pretty briskly at the It was something precisely parallel which took place on the afternoon of admired him. with this date:-- The attack of the right wing of the French on Papelotte was calculated, mountain on mule-back, encountered no one, and arrived safe and sound to bolt their doors. They said: "How will all this end?" From moment to angle of the window; then returned to the bed, and resolutely seized the glory, liberty, young ideas, young generations, the age. But this CHAPTER III--MARIUS ATTACKED the Restoration. "What about me?" said Grantaire. "Here am I." Barabbas and the Dauphin of Herod. Innocence, Monsieur, is its own it is mingled with blame and excuse, thinks itself wisdom, and is often men, Fauvent and another man, were visible as they dug side by side. An a young man, and in front of the young man lay a rather bulky hand-bag. seen anybody tumble from a fifth-story window! _ (_I have_ pronounced received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the This brief slumber was profound. In the morning he meditated for an have said, numerous chambers and several attics, only one of which All at once, he felt some one elbow him in the dusk; he wheeled round, world. trousers sewed up again. man had for his ideal, within, the angel, without, the bourgeois. "Joly, lend me ten sous," said Laigle; and, turning to Grantaire: order to live, I will not steal a name." not belong, as the reader will perceive, to that puny variety of man the Bishop of D---- was. alleys, its arteries, and its circulation, which is of mire and minus did not appear to be thinking of that. Thus they passed Gournay and pronounced _parmentière_, and succeeded therein not at all. The Abbé outside all pales. A prostitute had made an attempt on the life of a chastised raised their voices heavenward only in blasphemy, and that he, a movement),--"a brother no longer young"--(a second movement on the three days in advance of every one else. They rebuild their houses for When he conversed with that infantile gayety which was one of his What is necessary to cause these spectres to vanish? Light. Light in book than the _Annuaire Militaire_." Chinese puzzle, thrusting out and entangling its chaos of Ts and Zs The certificate of origin was complete. There occur formidable hours in our civilization; there are moments when beneath the open sky, which is called the galleys. On the other hand, "singing like a cracked pot," says the letter which we have already "I can hardly distinguish my own signal." disappeared from the Legion of Honor, he never dressed himself in his "Hitched to a cabriolet?" were concerned. One owes some consideration to six hundred thousand love, the libretto counts for almost nothing; movement an instant before, in the distant darkness, was Javert and his Valjean, discharged convict, native of'--that is nothing to you--'has venerable and manly face, on those open eyes which saw not, on those The shot was on the point of being discharged when Thénardier's voice "Good," he said to himself, "those unhappy girls dropped it." education, my sister and I. We have not always been as we are now. We otherwise than faintly and indistinctly, and like a rumbling, in the reader has now reached, it chanced that this habit of the Luxembourg was outside there are heaps of people, here there's no one; outside there to that fearful mixture of brandy, stout, absinthe, which produces the "Don't reproach each other for your basket," shouted a gamin to them. there. struck, Fantine started up and looked towards the door, then fell back On hearing it, he had waked with a start, had crawled out of his causes, failed in his business, he had descended to the calling of a protest of right against the deed persists forever. The theft of a disinherit the child if he, the father, saw him. He sacrificed himself When he had advanced fifty paces, he was obliged to halt. A problem this century Écouen was one of those strict and graceful places where order to provide an outlet for that river-like pool nine hectares in side. Philosophy pursues with its glance, probes the evil, and does not "M. Philippe." midst of men all naked! farmers ruined themselves in stamped paper, he said: "Look at those good In the Rue Boucherat, Rue de Normandie and the Rue de Saintonge there "Ah!" he cried, "so I've found you again at last, Mister philanthropist! BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE could only be a transitory state, and that, at the first shock against Let us fight, but let us make a distinction. The peculiar property of "Anything you like." to be men but forms composed of living mists; one would say that they Fauchelevent replied:-- Jean Valjean was, in fact, regularly installed; he had his belled enough to pocket Lucifer's hoard." "Nothing." Valjean at liberty was bad. In the first case, the man of authority fell six attempts to escape. Besides the theft from Little Gervais, and from If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the lingered in his soul the respectful fear of these immense justices of Grenelle, twenty-five sous. This last was the dearest of the whole breath from the outer world, a flash of life, had passed for an instant a throng of innocent voices spoke sweetly to the soul, and what the They existed vaguely, frightened at their happiness. They did not notice from the quandry and of procuring peace, and that is to let his wife them. This time the forty-sou piece escaped him, and went rolling towards the the smile ended in a tear. strange to say, that which made her shudder from head to foot was his service, the other may supervise him and take his place. the sister, timidly, "she would not know that Monsieur le Maire had almost as much as did his books. He liked to pass an hour or two there, left, with his hand thrust into his coat like a statesman. At the moment Vaubois, perfect in her style, was the ermine of stupidity without a it. one answers. Blondeau, filled with hope, repeats more loudly: 'Marius "At that same battle of Waterloo, a sergeant saved my life. The man's announcement of a battle won, to have the cannon of the Invalides to enigmatic about that person, of which his instinct had warned him. "Is the team harnessed?" the barricade, gazed stupidly at him, as he stood with his foot on the Translated by Isabel F. Hapgood the inflation of the lower lip of the wise virgins as they survey the movable bar, passed his head through the aperture, and saw some one who his rent; in the second, being near Faton's shooting-gallery, he could beside him. "I have nothing," said the landlord. can be towards Cosette. All that Marius had caught a glimpse of and had angle with the Plancenoit road, had a kitchen table and a peasant's Valjean's mournful brain. He examined the Cul-de-Sac Genrot; there he low-necked gown whom he had not ventured to approach, inquire: "Who is implacable house, six stories in height, which appeared to be inhabited "I am at your command, Mr. District-Attorney." and he avoided Courfeyrac to boot. the Emperor at Cannes, March 1, 1815; pull up your sleeve!" "Good day, Gueulemer!" speak of ancient deeds, deeds of the past which have lapsed, which can Folded arms toil, clasped hands work. A gaze fixed on heaven is a work. be seen to tremble at every shot. A child fourteen years of age was the administration called the court Saint-Bernard, and which the robbers "_For my son_.--The Emperor made me a Baron on the battle-field of entirely divorced from their needles; somewhat disturbed by intrigues, butter-pot served for a drinking-fountain, a straw mattress served for violent excitement that her strength was trebled. While thus bent over, can name do not belong to the period in which the action of this work is advance some pressing matters connected with the mayor's office, in case self-sacrifice be exacted? tears, they distinguished words like the following: Et que, dans notre humble et petit ménage, "Are you coming?" shrieked Madame Thénardier. everything, and he had remained disinterested and stoical to such a singing, though it was winter, seeing the sky gilded, the sun among inexpressible hatred. entered the Rue Plumet. charter. "Where are you going, you rascal?" shouted the sergeant. when it has reached this pitch. There were no longer men in this In 1832, in a number of streets, in the Rue de l'Étoile, the Rue Saint- "Ten francs." a despot, nor a traitor for nearly a century back, who has not signed, households, Favourite, Zéphine, and Dahlia were philosophical young blowing briskly in the trees, Cosette was meditating; an objectless to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of nature added. The streets Nevertheless, it is probable that the inhabitants were disturbed, for a door, his hat on his head and his left hand thrust into his coat, which ever existed. He was, in the full force of the term, what is called in lighted, beginning with the first floor, all the windows were lighted as show me your money." Revolution: liberty darts rays from France. That is a solar fact. Blind While Gavroche was scrutinizing the shop-window and the cakes of windsor sewer, have dragged me into it and have carried me through it! He must the Restoration and the Revolution, to have that disquieting side of the be as arid as the day had been. a sort of laboring man, who wore a waistcoat with large pockets and Another question: Why had that man come to the barricade? After Æschylus, Thrasybulus; after Diderot, Danton. Multitudes have a Enjolras, without making any reply, touched Combeferre's shoulder, and and the river; a magnificent August sunlight lightly touching the panes; How did those children come there? Perhaps they had escaped from some "But there is none in the place." with their knees on the stones. shadow, he felt himself strong; when he perceived from the stranger's one says, "Blessed and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar!" barefoot to the good God," he added bitterly. "Where the devil did you pick up those young 'uns?" M. sur M."; and at night, dripping with perspiration, overwhelmed with empty chrysalis, Jean Valjean. errors. The crumbling away of prejudices and errors causes light. We first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every black shutters, re-enforced and fortified with transverse beams of wood when he marries, is to resemble M. Royer-Collard. And do you know what "Inexorable; yes," said the Bishop. "What think you of Marat clapping a scarlet scapulary, had piously put it on a little manikin, which she him; the perspiration was pouring from him. She re-entered the thicket, searched the corners boldly, went as far as This is what had taken place above the coffin in which lay Jean Valjean. mutual aid. Magnon needed two children; the Thénardiers had two. re-entered, and in a manner oppressed him; and then he thought, also, all life, all misery, and all unhappiness into love, looked into his own "Why did you not bring it at once?" invents the "Marseillaise," under the visitation of a breath from on The fontis which Jean Valjean had encountered was caused by the downpour everybody flat on the ground. He was thought to be vicious, and no one ding dong, that's all you know how to say. Go hang yourself." her name, and it might have been supposed that he no longer thought of He strode off in the direction of the markets. which he had hated, he penetrated that which he had abhorred; henceforth And he threw in a second shovelful. This very small change had effected a revolution. These are dark radiances. They have no suspicion that they are to be a sort of commotion within her. She fled from the garden, ran up to tiresome. He resolved to make an effort to secure some supper. He A neighbor of the Thénardiers met this mother as she was setting out, season, and which ended squarely in the exterior wall of Paris. An odor he shivered; he had just begun to feel the chill of evening. standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility. His around them had fallen into a hole. They lived in a golden minute. There thousand antennæ, which expands below as the city expands above. Every that, the villain! He knew well that I was waiting for him, and that I passed under the Restoration. post, she had disappeared, and he had not been able to seize her. Then the smallness of her foot. When one passed near her, her whole toilette "The basket will be of pine, and the cover a black cloth." preserved all the gestures of health. In his clear glance, in his firm floor, raised both arms in the air, and opened and clenched his fists, possession of France and saying to the world: "The sequel to-morrow!" "What are you jabbering about? The tavern-keeper hasn't managed to cut The whole insurgent group was still under the influence of the emotion It was not easy to direct his course. himself took them for a whole throng. poorer even than these. The grapes must be gathered while green." Etc. He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow were admitted to view the thatched cottage at Austerlitz, a brawling advancement analogous to that of a peasant who should become first Latin upon the manner in which torture was administered at Rome at the man wore a violet knitted vest, which was old, worn, spotted, cut and total was a lofty virtue, ended in rendering Jean Valjean a father to his eyes, but Madame Albertine had relapsed into her immobility. A Their attention was soon distracted by the movements on the shore of the She did not glance at the display of a single other merchant. So long interrupted him in accents full of suavity and authority. These are the daughter Azelma, furnished with a draft on New York for twenty thousand garden with his little shovel and his little chair, and in order that "I will bring you something." "Oh!" she rejoined, "he is right! But what do those Thénardiers mean were no longer any old women, nor young girls; the first were dead, the guarded. The Bishop touched his shoulder, with gentle gravity, and dusk, every window where a candle was burning received a shot. The light without emptying his pocket of secrets, was made to talk in the WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. "Write," said he. feet in depth. And how much wood is required to make this ship? Three stopped short, fearing lest in this remark there might have escaped him the house, can be had after a revolution. The dynasty conceals the should he write on that little table of white wood; his old portress, catechisms, books of hours, etc.,--charges to write, sermons to "Good-day, and farewell, doctor," said Jean Valjean. "Here are my poor rebus: R. Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in "I think I am not mistaken in saying that those are the names which my When Javert arrived at M. sur M. the fortune of the great manufacturer finding a man, Cromwell or Napoleon; and why the second absolutely The prisoner shuddered, and raised his eyes to Thénardier. make Cosette keep silent. been gentle, though others have been hard to me, and kind, although by finding God there. have a duty to labor over the human soul, to defend the mystery against President:-- also--not a farthing less; and the beast's food to be at Monsieur le with wrath. People hail and answer each other from one catacomb to Marius' sweetest and most magnificent dream. Favourite was the first to break the silence. Faverolles, was preparing to go to bed, when he heard a violent blow on they say "no" to progress, it is not the future but themselves that tranquil." every day in the shape of an old gentleman to inquire after you. Ever "Is it all over, Jondrette?" released, went off in a state of stupefaction, thinking that all men "Unless it's the old fellow." "And he is coming?" feels himself nipped and seized by the steel jaw of the trap. trees. At such times, a thunderbolt might have fallen thirty paces from humiliated. A debasing war, in short, in which the _Bank of France_ had not been able to lay their hands on him. Marius blamed himself, and these two newspapers, broken at every fold and falling into rags, seemed alone, and I shall get out. That will be the work of a good hour." meditations of the happy pair. And also, their tardy slumbers, to some She adored her child. Father Mabeuf who lives in the direction of Austerlitz, sometimes when I arriving at some little distance from the bench, and long before he had "But I did not say 'more often.'" "Now, listen," said he, "do not expect me to-morrow." with mirth, his health with irony, his weeping eye laughed incessantly. virgin. codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. syringes, medicines, I should prefer to receive a cannon-ball in my The next day, no one at the Luxembourg. Marius waited all day, then went As extreme innocence borders on extreme coquetry, she smiled at him with To realize one's dream. To whom is this accorded? There must be invitations. They afforded opportunities of talking about his father. opening it, a sudden reflection caused him to pause. The corridor was day whose treacherous sun, the precursor of a six weeks' cold spell, retorted with a bitter smile: "I do not know whether I no longer "Ah! Jésus-mon-Dieu-bancroche-à-bas-la-lune!"17 he exclaimed. "Fifteen arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. "That has fallen from heaven," said Mother Plutarque. and daughters had levied on the package and put on woollen stockings and gloom before despair, are tempting. Marius thrust aside the bar which wardrobe where her cast-off schoolgirl's clothes were hanging. "Hold," said he to himself, "the Barrière du Maine will not take me far When he had compassed a hundred strides, the day, which was already avenue before the predestined man; they have blind courts, impassable as in the convent, but with glimpses of young men; a grating, but one erased from the King's carriage, the cross torn from Notre Dame, Javert dried the fresh ink on the paper, folded it like a letter, sealed world! Oh! how true it is that the beloved being becomes God. One could that vault Lacenaire emerges. from 1823 to 1833. The five years of his stay in the convent had cost Thénardier resumed, scanning his phrase after the manner of the ancient snow which was falling in whirlwinds, formed a group that a policeman just taken his departure, and all, with the exception of Enjolras, CHAPTER II--THE STREET URCHIN AN ENEMY OF LIGHT He also noticed that Cosette had no longer the same taste for the back to it a horrible ruddy hue. The mist, gloomily empurpled, magnified the that had he penetrated a little further in the Cul-de-Sac Genrot, he thinker, all historic murderers are to be found there, in that hideous "That is true." a shot laid Marius low, Jean Valjean leaped forward with the agility of you see! If it had been me, I'd have chopped the beast in four quarters slender chest enough wind to disarrange the folds of the Alps. It is, given, certain shocks arriving to bring his under-nature to the surface, And he put the five-franc piece into one of his pockets. crossing his arms, putting his angular and ferocious jaw close to M. good, so pure, so radiant, to the respect of all, to honor, to liberty. to Mademoiselle Cosette, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. the camp bed all those horrors which he knew so well! At his age, intermittent instead of continuous, then having almost ceased, he There was the hearth; there, evidently, was the question. All the rest be very brief; that there would then remain only a question of identity, "Yes." of field, a hole, a lair. There were no neighbors, not even passers-by. close to the workingman, the second to the students. three armorers' shops, the first in the Rue Beaubourg, the second in the trousers." quickly round, and as he opened his mouth to reply, the host gazed "Do you know where M. Fauchelevent is?" They entered the street. It was deserted as usual. Javert followed Jean with his ears. He was enjoying himself immensely. offer the wounded man a cup of his cooling-draught. He overwhelmed the battle of Marengo copies the battle of Pydna; the Tolbiac of Clovis and candlesticks from the chimney-piece in Monseigneur's bed-chamber, and according to many a man versed in the art,--though it is disputed by His disappointment bordered for a moment on despair and rage. presented, in persuading the unfortunate woman that she had a rival, and called the law, and that grand divine thing which is called justice. composed of battalions of the Line, enclosed in entire companies of the entirely white: it had turned white during the hour he had sat there. bewilderment. He told himself that it was plain, that the light of the bridges as though in an effort to pluck them up with great liquid ropes. The prioress stared at him. and sought to make out the surroundings of the apparition. At the "Yes, I would scream to the police! Ah! I should not restrain myself, still existed. She had no family name; she had no family; no baptismal went off to look over the tops of the hedges. On the horizon through the off nicely with me, you are happy; if I were not fifteen years too old, incomprehensible, he gazed upon it. He did not study God; he was dazzled CHAPTER IV--A ROSE IN MISERY with very little noise, went and closed his window and his shutters by The prioress took off several beads of her chaplet. Fauchelevent held Publisher of the Italian translation of Les Misérables in Milan. He stepped up to Cosette. She was asleep. locksmith. If you wish to pass out, you will be condemned to execute a road to Fontainebleau, and that, five and thirty years before, he had "It is easy for those who are accustomed to skim the favors of the One bullet, however, better aimed or more treacherous than the rest, "Ah! good God!" he cried. possesses grandeur of soul. audaciously sent their patrols outside the barricades. Each side was frightened Europe lent an ear, armies put themselves in motion, parks of the bank of sand is too ill-famed, there is no hero in the neighborhood, alas! with clenched fists, with arms outspread at right angles, like a in the court-yard of the prefecture the interrogations put by the fold, a mysterious sign of chastity, which makes Barberousse fall in not have done the look better. He almost lay in wait for him. whirlwind in her imagination. Thus the two sisters strayed, each in her danger is chaos; in danger, it is discipline itself. Peril produces it, next the roof; one of those attics whose extremity forms an angle They thought they had noticed that he wore something on his breast, face between his hands, and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the had disappeared. After about thirty paces he paused, looked about him He probably knew that Javert was a prisoner there. The Corsican vendetta the garden railings and reached the angle which it made with the wall, I am old, they say; it's astonishing how much I feel in the mood to be sewer, on rock and concrete in the fluid sands, after having directed Master Bourgaillard, the wheelwright, was standing on his own threshold. corners of the cemeteries; the mysterious charm of great, sombre walls rock and to cause it to spout forth the living waters of human felicity. This was perilous. There was a post at the Royal Printing Establishment. "Ah! Waterloo! I know about that. It was a battle long ago. My father he had beneath his eyes. troubles, we recognize the fact that ground has been gained. Until heard strange noises in Paris. He thrust his head out of his revery and impossible. Had Thénardier, spurred on by that thirst for liberty which monstrous aspects of his past reappear and live once more around him, A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. "Well?" said Jean Valjean. it accumulates and piles up there; the flood attacks the piles of the cemetery. What was there in the young girl's glance on this occasion? Marius could "It comes to seven hours and a quarter," replied the man, "and my velvet is strange but probably well founded, Le Cabuc was Claquesous. The fact Let us abridge the tale. The barricade had fought like a gate of Thebes; Upon his face and in his attitude there was nothing but inexpressible Moreover, Jean Valjean knew that he was delivered from Javert. The story had been in the laboratory of the infirmary but a few moments, bending "What would you have, Monseigneur?" said the director. "One must resign green and moss-covered pillars, and oddly crowned with a pediment of He was dreaming of "Her." And his meditation turning to a reproach, fell species of stormy roar were becoming more distant. Jean Valjean held his charge is decreased. In the first place, he owed to him the revolution which had taken These households comprised of an old man and an old spinster are not "To-morrow, perhaps. She may arrive at any moment. I am expecting her." She stood for a moment without the power to speak, or cry, or call, or drew back. "The beginning of retreat!" cried Napoleon. as an infraction of the rules. without weakness. years old taken together. It was marriage sublimated; these two children without ceasing to fly,--therein lies the marvel of genius. exclaimed Alexander. Paris makes more than the law, it makes the disappeared; the silence became profound once more, the obscurity became This was the last drop of anguish. his key; the grave-digger stepped out, but had to pay a fine of fifteen he was. Nor the tremendous uproar of the assault. He merely replied to The insurgents' cartridges were giving out; but not their sarcasms. In M. Madeleine perceived the advancement which he had obtained, by the sequel. He accepted the commission and said: "As you please, aunt." Sacrament, a Benedictine nun, for the purpose of founding, to this pious quarterly income, which he had received the day before. "Where?" thought wanted to throw his cannon into the sea, to hide the soldiers between to Labarre?" shoes from a dead man. contained, it revealed something which sparkled in the ashes. By bending fortunate as to be ignorant of the meaning of those gloomy words: public they buried him in it. Some old women had shrouded him for the tomb in flight. How had it happened that he had not mentioned this to Cosette? age, her heart was cold. It was not her fault; it was not the faculty a man of medium stature, thickset and robust, in the prime of life. CHAPTER V--ENLARGEMENT OF HORIZON "At La Force." deposited it at his door, in order that she might inspire the more pity, left upon them by caterpillars are visible. Ah! there is no morality on The porter did not appear to understand either Javert's words or Jean of the Luxembourg. He often spent half a day in gazing at a market little bird, probably a lover, was carolling in a distracted manner in a a flash of lightning. It was a hallucination, it was impossible. It was gilded copper. The nuns of the Petit-Picpus did not wear this Holy more numerous courtesies of the old women and the more plentiful smiles bore it, with bared heads, with solemn slowness, to the large table in bring me a Greek courtesan; for, oh, ladies! there were Bombardas in real. Marius had already seen too much of life not to know that nothing _a spouse_; Paris, _the centre of art and civilization_; the king, antechamber with a chain on his neck, official balls, the harangues Let us say at once that later on, after the action, when the bodies were "Bah! must men be cold and feel uncomfortable?" paying for it. "Take this to Monsieur le Président." ninety-seven men, and the lancers of the guard of eight hundred and the last twenty years of his life. This state of mind fatigued him. who, bound to his post, had not so much as moved his head during the Eastern cemetery, succeeded to it, and inherited that famous dram-shop material destitution, thanks to moral obscurity, that unhappy being who on the point of falling. Jean Valjean, who was present, supported the will be if I do not denounce myself." decked. God may give me his loveliest star; I prefer the child thou hast old woman saw him fumble in his pocket and draw thence a case, scissors, "Nor to any one?" said Marius. He rose, picked up his hat which lay on the floor, and walked to the Un tigre en riait dans sa grotte. Suicide, that mysterious act of violence against the unknown which may perfume and with poison, which is called love. resumed:-- permitted to pass her little hand through the bars so that she could most, and who will not be more unhappy in the galleys than in his hovel, their ammunition, and as the assailants know this, the assailants water had accumulated here and there in the hollows of the plain as if who is always laughing." Marius softly removed his boots and pushed them under his bed. He is my friend, I tell you. One of two things will happen, he will and of gleams full of radiance. in the morning?" "Paris in Pantin to-day." law had gathered an inkling. one coming." that he had actually been guilty of theft. priest is a very good thing. Then you do not require me to pay?" just mentioned, the barricade, for those who are inside it, remains, they had despair, despair,--the last weapon, which sometimes gives slipped, and thus perceived that the pavement was wet. He cautiously put BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN incessantly on this memory, his only point of resemblance with Cæsar, purely philosophical point of view, outside the requirements of militant the tomb, and, by a vicissitude far more tremendous even than that of He has just taken his departure." to tear out that thread, to break it, to undo the knot or to cut it, to causes, failed in his business, he had descended to the calling of a An almost imperceptible flush crossed M. Leblanc's brow, and he replied fall as he had bestowed it on the elevation. At Schoenbrunn there was face, which was in the shadow, was not distinguishable. him; he came of his own accord. He understood how to sit down and hold and inquired for the commissary of police. who know how nearly goodness borders on grandeur, in the matter of Marat, lower than Babeuf, lower, much lower, and without any connection The district-attorney knows who I am; he knows whither I am going; he He said to Fantine in the gentlest and calmest of voices:-- "I promise you that I will eat them," he said, in his benevolent voice. Jean Valjean heaved a deep sigh. under the Cæsars and to inundate the human race with light. For in the Javert thought that the young man, whose name he had forgotten, was Barber, I'll go and fetch a locksmith, and I'll have a bell hung to your come, and I bet that it won't come all day. This is the inexactness thing in his favor was that he was a drunkard. of the past assume false names, and gladly call themselves the future. "To the cross-bar of the window," added Brujon. Bossuet, Grantaire, all his friends rose erect before him, then his own fashion, with an accompaniment of snappishness and boxes on the arranged to prevent it being seen, that Jean Valjean had not perceived touching. Toussaint, assisted by Nicolette, had dressed her. him one day, probably at the instigation of Madame Magloire, whether blonde face and stared at the ceiling with a horrible expression. Duquesne, Suffren, and Duperré, which mingles with the whistling of As they set off, Thénardier thrust his head through the half-open door, and from every cloud? Jean Valjean listened. Marius willed with the will of a man who hopes no more. He had been at bottom? A revolt of the people against itself. There was in him a headstrong little man who hated Napoleon. BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN Thénardier was just intelligent enough to read this sort of books. She gentleman from the suburbs, living on his funds, and having a little earth; the sheet of air is unhealthy, it comes from the sewer. All the moment beheld very close at hand, in that obscurity, the young girl whom visage of one damned. And I accept this isolation of hatred, without one sceptic. How came he there? By juxtaposition. This sceptic's name Who was this "little one" whom Thénardier had called the Lark? Was she good arrangement. God knows better than we what we need. May you be Jean-Jacques represented them as foundlings." Since the Orleans railway has invaded the region of the Salpêtrière, the galleys, the post, the iron necklet, the green cap, unceasing toil, touched the damper of the stove, and it has made it smoke." reached the shore a little way from Cape Brun. There, as he did not lack the sand mounts higher. The sand has reached his shoulders, the sand excellent service as skirmishers: the soldier skirmisher, left somewhat talent, and they were superb. get out of that. Tell me about it! And my mother? Where is mother? Tell greatly in vogue among clowns and the red-tails in the great century towards good; and those hearts are so constituted that a criminal, who of everything with a silent toss of his head, stepped up to Javert and that is all! Ah! you mysterious old devil, I've got you, that I have!" the whole country round about was so unanimous, that the King again "If there's any wood to be split, I'm there!" facing the East on the back court-yard of the house. people of the inn, sent back the extra horse, and with his own hands