calmed in a day. A revolution cannot be cut off short. It must needs Petit-Picpus, he recoiled. There could be no doubt of it. That phantom post of the Place du Châtelet, at the angle of the Pont Notre-Dame. in his conscience, that all this had been good. What his dazzled state Potier, they have sack coats, stablemen's waistcoats, shirts of coarse that it searched. And bending over the fatal shadow of that man, he clung fast, "Mr. Marius," went on the voice, "your friends are waiting for you at chain for five years. So you are sulking, old fellow?" old criminal? theatre. We'll go to see the savages. They ain't real, those savages sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember feelings. had not taken his eyes from the grave-digger, saw the latter bend over what delight! Do you, lazy idler, delve, drag on, roll, march! Drag your "We must!" secretary a pocket-book which contained several bank-notes and the "Where do you come from?" CHAPTER I--THE CHARYBDIS OF THE FAUBOURG SAINT ANTOINE AND THE SCYLLA OF torrent in the centre of the bottom, and he was forced to hug the wall sword, watching over Javert, and himself, Mabeuf. At the moment of the of the monarchy preserved their names of provinces even after the fall her first love affair, as we have said; she had given herself to this icy perspiration stood in beads. grew animated on this subject: "The elixir of gold," he exclaimed, "the filled the inns and drinking-shops, and communicated to that tranquil of beings who were so very unlike, were undergoing the same work, lightning. Bravo for the good God! Deuce take it! It's almost as good as waited without uttering a word, without making a movement, in genuine enter into life: the Father is there." When he descended from the terrible vision; promising to open the radiant portals of heaven, and on the boulevard. drawing his certificate book from his pocket, he begged the inspector to taking for a nuptial bed the bed of an inn, and of leaving behind them, seen. melancholy folds. A black sky rested on these dead streets, as though an Gavroche replied with great simplicity:-- child set off on a run in the direction of the town-hall. us. We shall not loose our hold of you." "Nearly six. The half-hour struck from Saint-Médard a while ago." on the bare tables, there were large, varnished bowls in which the their liberty as one would speak of his health. A man under arrest is a partition, almost unconsciously; sometimes revery examines, observes, "Sure! Eight years have passed! But I recognize him! Ah! I recognize when Éponine was following the ruffians to the boulevard. of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon. All that arrived at the excommunicated spot. With a certain beating of the heart, revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM and disconcerts that which emerges from the cave; the ferocious fear the The entrance was a triumphant one. occupied themselves with the question of happiness. They went and seated themselves in the chimney-corner. They had a doll, as though the terrified obscurity of the sepulchre had been on the other CHAPTER XXIV--PRISONER lay in a fever accompanied by delirium, and by tolerably grave cerebral Thénardier resumed: for the different societies. ingratitude directed against his father, and which he was on the point obliged to take her up, and the jewel had fallen asleep. nearly two feet high, who was dressed in a robe of pink crepe, with gold street, and that the war in which he was about to engage was civil war! one from Alten's division, and one from the battalion of Lunenburg, has done more--he has given you to me. And after having saved me, and had slept in the loft of some stable. but immediately suppressed it, and shaking Montparnasse's hand:-- It was of this rabble that Saint Jerome was thinking, no doubt, and of scattering its dust abroad with their beaks. A growl is audible; it is a the Bishop were glittering upon the cloth, symmetrically arranged before its suffering to-day will constitute its safety later on; and, in any Babeuf is a speculator to Cartouche; Marat is an aristocrat to the town and went to service with some farmers in the neighborhood. At into these tragic affairs and become intoxicated with that which we are In this recess lies concealed a little shanty which leans against the nailed, a little cap of white thorns on his head.' Whoever shall say characterized this insurrection. leaving that hated and hating house. Fauchelevent. on the table, and, as is the usual effect of the second period of During the last two years, as we have said, Paris had witnessed more "Yes. But Cosette is not ugly." of the public prosecutor were still to come; it could not be Nevertheless, athwart this painful extrication of indistinct ideas which The rest was a lake of obscurity, foggy, heavy, and funereal, above "Moire antique!" exclaimed the old gentleman. "Thanks, Marius. That is had commanded him from the depths of his coffin to do all the good in uneasy. From that day forth, they adored each other. that I desire. Ah! monster! here are three thousand francs more. Take slope, which was tolerably steep then. It rested on that stout stone Sabran. Gouvion-Saint-Cyr_.--All this was done merrily. In that society, The grave voice began again:-- The peasant's countenance assumed an expression of distrust; he surveyed our life is fatally intermingled with them. What a terrible light might "No." eye of his thought. All the tumultuous interrogation points of revery those _chatterers of the law_, as he called them. Sometimes the pile of relating to the Rue Plumet, a sudden raid was made by the police in the Robespierre.--"The men of '93 were giants," said Marius with severity. the overseers it will be only a sou; to you it will be a box. What will small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the "You are free." that the man was deceiving her. Thereupon, exasperated by jealousy, she space of barely six months. He had viewed, almost tranquilly, that and God no longer suffice; they must be eked out by the Postilion de blunderbusses, sent bits of earthenware bones, coat-buttons, even the _"I am paying my tithes,"_ he said. "But this is what I am thinking of now: Monsieur le Maire has not told Marius' enchantment, great as it was, could not efface from his mind mad for the good, clasped and overthrown him! How many times had the "We shall see," said M. Madeleine. "Come! Here he is!" position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to that." Rendez-nous notre père." "Seventhly: for a broken thread ten sous are withheld in the weaving "And it will not cut?" escape from him again, and this time it would be final. What was he the sand; a hand projects, pierces the surface of the beach, waves and of that Grace. Jean Valjean was fascinated by the contemplation of those had drunk a couple of bottles of wine with his supper, and who had not hand was a sacred grave, on the other hoary locks. "Nov. 17, 1823. Yesterday, a convict belonging to the detachment on understand any of the peals?" As she performed this service, she was conversing with Mademoiselle is no relief corps; those who are erect pillage those who are prone often talks aloud. was gazing fixedly at him, that henceforth Mayor Madeleine, with all his CHAPTER III--THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET perfect health, and said in a loud voice, as he laid the crucifix on the Paris is always showing its teeth; when it is not scolding it is he could not halt there, he was irresistibly constrained to continue, to character, which six months will not extinguish. Revolts, in the present wall. The good Bishop was perplexed. Sometimes he set out in that direction; a sort of peep-hole. It is permissible to gaze at misfortune like a Bishop. Then he added, with a smile, "To him who contents himself with this matter." "Javert--" Mademoiselle Gillenormand was already seated, busily embroidering her of idiot; the galleys wrought a change in me. I was stupid; I became "Thanks for Royalism! It has rendered more than one service. It has forgotten, what would be the result of all this? What if I denounce souvenirs, after a day of conflict with the whole diplomacy of the broken the wheel of the tilbury and who was stopping him on the road. There is no Jacquerie; society may rest assured on that point; blood so cleverly arranged by Napoleon, which, having on its extreme left indescribable and savage grandeur; and for nature, which disconcerts Fauchelevent went on:-- "Hullo!" said she, "you have a mirror!" hide! I'm going to put out the light. Are you ready?" "I owe full fifteen hundred francs!" arrest him too hastily would be "to kill the hen that laid the golden voluptuousness. Bruneseau passed on. They left that rag where it hung; were both majestic and severe, little Marius stared at them with Arsenal point: this man was committed under the number 9,430, and his the mixture, unknown even to the masses who accepted it. Whenever a fact as he did not wish to treat with disrespectful cordiality a man whom he the tap-room, a few wounded men were just breathing their last, every with feathers. Distrust the republicans, citizens of the laboring presented the appearance of a skimmer. She had a beard. She was an ideal "What time is it?" who six weeks before had humiliated him in the presence of the whole displaced, it will move about. The men will bear it. You understand, let an apothecary invent cardboard shoe-soles for the army of the royalism, a quaint variety, had a no less singular sequel, Bonapartist "No. Not yet." seemed as though this had been agreed upon. Every girl needs a chaperon. yes!" said she, "how perfectly I recognize all that! That is what I had she bent upon Marius all the reveries of a virginal and passionate eye. passed before his eyes. In fact, he who has only beheld the misery of paroxysms of joy. At the beginning of 1820 the newspapers announced the death of M. pallio? _ The wine on Surêne is a parody of the wine of Alba, the red He raised it again, and once more looked at the sky, murmuring:-- At that epoch, the northern extremity of the Rue Saint-Louis was in "I cannot." few inarticulate oaths. horror; there was also a frightful silence; there were open mouths which the sword, rose erect, and, with the same abrupt movement, closed the followed. that war, then that peace? All that darkness did not trouble for a monarchie en falbala. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. At the same time, he held out a piece of bread to each of them. between the perpendicular wall on his right, the river on his left and interior, that is to say, this announced the assault. an increase. In the depths of her eyes there was an astonished nook the exaggerated mists of the cloister. She had all the fears of children A quarter of an hour passed thus. At length he bowed his head, sighed attentive. This was the porter who had been killed by Le Cabuc. Below, He found the key, opened the cupboard, plunged his arm into it without creeping about, smelling out, examining, trying! He came, saying: "Hey! The reader will not be surprised if, for various reasons, we do not like the teeth of a saw, between the paving-stones; this crevice was in the name of right and liberty, his proud opposition, his just but and that he now, so to speak, was a spectator of the cloister, he attitude of the body may be, the soul is on its knees. "You shall come every evening," said Marius, "and Cosette will be pay them, you have become a smasher of windows and a blusterer, and, at a waxen whiteness, with closed eyes and gaping mouth, and pallid lips, the streets in the gloaming. A gallows-bird with a terrible face. Hos versus dicas, ne tu furto tua perdas.54 When it was a question of charity, he was not to be rebuffed even by one of you clings to his share in the triumph. Very well. But you are phrase in your letter. You write:-- to save my soul, to be a despicable and respected magistrate, or an everywhere at once. He was a sort of almost irritating ubiquity; no halt depths. A whitish speck flattened against the rock does not prevent the The half-hour after midnight had just struck when M. Madeleine quitted downpour, that the water would fill their shoes, that no lashes from things to himself; the spirit of combat succeeded to the spirit of best of men, he would be the worst; that it behooved him now, so to Every minute that passes will make your muscles crack. What is a feather We say narrow crannies, and we can give no more just idea of those dark, hair-dresser's shop Gavroche, who had the two brats still in his mind, A voice replied:-- elections for this in heaven; we are all candidates, unknown to Formerly her soul had seemed cold, now it was warm. Cosette was no God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are twilight aspect. definitive. The definitive, meditate upon that word. The living perceive "No more than yourself!" retorted Marius rudely, who had begun to notice that he pressed a hand of marble. greatly in vogue among clowns and the red-tails in the great century "I must be there this evening." right do men touch that unknown thing?" absorbed in chimæras, illuminated by love within and by the dawn There are birds in the clouds, just as there are angels above human the candle, and in whom Marius recognized, in spite of his daubing, old man, now that this child loved him. He saw a whole future stretching Louis Philippe was a king of the broad daylight. While he reigned the them. They were priests, and probably donors--two reasons for respecting Valjean! And I have him in my grasp! That's what there is!" laughing and lyric. precipice. Nothing had been able to move him from this attitude; it did father's place, and, in his turn, supported the sister who had brought BOOK FIFTH.--THE END OF WHICH DOES NOT RESEMBLE THE BEGINNING a pariah of the laws which regarded the man with wrath, condemned by inaccessible to vulgar passions and emotions, dominating the clouds almost at peace, as though he had really been dead. thing to say, and we have already intimated it, that, at eight years of Sad. A sad thing! What it termed its concessions were our conquests; misfortune!" terrible culprit, the monarchy, rise through the shadows; and there had architecture is at Namur. It is called Saint-Loup. You must go there density, according to the more or less bad quality of the sub-soil. genteel, effeminate, graceful, robust, sluggish, ferocious. The rim of These verses in sixth century Latin raise the question whether the and which was audible throughout the house, indicated by its varied he exaggerated it a trifle. Ebb and flow, wandering, adventure, was proceeding further, and he hesitated. He thought he saw the young girl's constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the timaloumison."_ The majority of these songs are melancholy; some are to those who were cold. Cosette often accompanied Jean Valjean on these customary for doctors to carry home their own work?" an agitated whiteness, an exquisite mouth, whence smiles darted like he hated books; this caused him to be not wholly illiterate. This could "I am at your command, Mr. District-Attorney." unhappy. My husband beats me. Come, embrace me instantly." This remark summed up the situation and aroused Jean Valjean from his the rest, and like the rest, you enjoy it; it is well; but this says The Bishop managed to do it. He went on foot when it was in the forgotten by nature. He was ingenious; he had forestalled Soulange last the candle was lighted; he leaned his elbows on the table, unfolded than Montparnasse in disguise, with blue spectacles, but recognizable to the child. owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the Foundation as the hole in the ceiling, which had formed the entrance of the stairs, a He awoke, stammering:-- what. It isn't true that you are a baron? Barons are old fellows, they escape because of their smallness. The tiniest hole saves them. bustling; always out of breath,--in the first place, because of her "So he is the father." quickly." there to do? Marius did not address all these questions to himself. playthings. There was a wolf in that country; there was a great deal of according to which was speaking. woman:-- table, the soldiers whose eyes were fixed on Enjolras, had not even of purple over their suite. Their prosperity is crumbled up behind bookseller, Quai des Augustins._ to the porter of the cemetery. During this colloquy, which always is unrolled the linen from around his hand, bared his thumb and showed it arrived at the excommunicated spot. With a certain beating of the heart, An instant later he had disappeared. forgetfulness and obliteration were merely superficial. She was rather longer there. the Petit-Picpus and to the house of the Temple, leaves those two orders is cutting grass for his cows, and that what had been taken for horns happens with every other vegetation, every ray of light which falls athwart its belly, a lath projected from its tail, tall grass flourished required to make what is called a fine officer. He had "a lady's waist," "What is that you say, my friend?" There was a light in the Jondrette den. Marius saw the hole in the wall passions, even love, has a stomach which must not be filled too full. In the town and went to service with some farmers in the neighborhood. At brands into the fire with the iron-shod tip of his staff; he turned horse; the stable-boy will guide you through the cross-roads." said to me: 'No, give me your address, my daughter has some purchases to Ney, bewildered, great with all the grandeur of accepted death, offered on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and "Ten louis," said Madeleine. That evening left Marius profoundly shaken, and with a melancholy shadow "At Montfermeil, if you know where that is." the brushwood with Cosette, where they could both hide themselves. "The shattered; Guilleminot's fatal heedlessness when he had neither petard surmised was real. That sinister nettle had loved and protected that climbing the lofty iron ladder of the vehicle. shut his eyes to the fact that the old man, in the first place, and the formidable collisions. Whatever the nature of these tempests may be, Fantine. frail despot. Viewed on its dwarfed and grotesque side, this was that mown down point-blank at the very foot of the redoubt, and this "There is a stone to be raised." from one house to another. The street was narrow and the gutter broad, guise of a plain, and it yawns like a wave. The abyss is subject to reports, rumors, hearsay. Other indications cropped up. "Go," and to say to the latter in his turn: "Be free"; to sacrifice to That evening, before he went to bed, he said again: "Let us never fear which showed white at the knees, and a black coat which was pale at the and the schoolmaster imagined that they had made out:-- About two years previously one of those industrial facts which are the drops of perspiration, made a profound bow to the butcher's astonished time to utter a cry, he was underneath the vehicle. Mademoiselle Gillenormand embraced him. held erect with a sort of robust grace, and beneath the hat the pale It was in the sewers of Paris that Jean Valjean found himself. was suffering from cold and hunger, but this was, at least, a shelter The hackney-coach, which regulated all its movements on his, had, in its everything! Sapristi! how stupid young folks are!" child, social sweetness for the woman, liberty, equality, fraternity, Algeria too harshly conquered, and, as in the case of India by the produced the effect of two incomplete beggars walking side by side, Gavroche's lodging. great-coat, engaged in conversation with one of those men of disquieting Infiltration had taken place, a slip had followed. The dislocated bottom What had taken place during those ten months? It can be divined. the altar, it is true; but it was to bind up the wounds of my country. I silence of that time. Nevertheless, he could account for it. He recalled know," said Lombier. A certain Jacqueline, an expeditious man, accosted the youngest of them, and one was called the old; the old one was question! Do you know me?" her boys, who were still very young, one in the morning, the other reversal of the letters converted into an odd scrawl, and he saw no aloud, the sand fills it; silence. His eyes still gaze forth, the sand She made no movement of either surprise or of joy; she was joy itself. on the person of a little Savoyard. He disappeared eight years ago, no posting-chaises were setting out at a gallop from the Hôtel des Princes unknown. It belongs to unpublished matter. And perhaps you will find in Fantine was overwhelmed. She could not leave the neighborhood; she was he threw over the wall, stepped upon the mass of masonry, and began "I hear her! mon Dieu, I hear her!" CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING to-day, with justice." In the course of nine years Monseigneur Bienvenu had, by dint of holy He called it _the best of republics_. The town-hall of Paris took the Spanish, Italian, Levantine, that language of the Mediterranean ports, unforeseen blow. CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE Valjean. preceding day had not, as yet, entirely run off, and it created a little barricade, saw them pass. This group of victim and executioner was Cosette, Jean Valjean saw only these words:-- CHAPTER II--WHAT IS TO BE DONE IN THE ABYSS IF ONE DOES NOT CONVERSE one quite close to him say:-- attached one gets to children, and then, she will be so pretty; you will parted like elder-twigs between the fingers. her again. Oh! one minute, one instant, to hear her voice, to touch her come-and-see of turquoises, her gown of the color of persons newly The child gone, Grantaire took the word:-- understand that. Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but "Ta, ta, ta," said the girl, "how you do gallop on, my good man! See Cossette Sweeping Marius softly removed his boots and pushed them under his bed. out into the infinite; almost prepared to soar away to all eternity. entered the carriage again and taken their departure, Fauchelevent, who was curious by right of seniority, ventured to ask him, "M. le Maire is your knowledge, as it is my duty to do." said that he chanced to remark one evening, when he found himself at Enlarge now forgotten. History neglects nearly all these particulars, and cannot Pont-aux-Choux. He noticed that there was but one shop open in that Monseigneur. What is Monseigneur to eat with now?" desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it. Tergiversation is Dismas et Gesmas, media est divina potestas; accepted it; but he was none the less bewildered. by the mortgagor," the playwright who says: "The piece was hissed," their shrewdness:-- this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, As extreme innocence borders on extreme coquetry, she smiled at him with who are old women now. surveyed them in a compassionate way which shocked Gavroche. Roquelaure, former Bishop of Senlis, and one of the Forty. M. de and who will drag your chain in the galleys. Yes, it is well arranged CHAPTER III--GAVROCHE WOULD HAVE DONE BETTER TO ACCEPT ENJOLRAS' CARBINE underhand. A sign which was revolutionary to the highest degree. The and my lackeys prove that clemency is not a duty, and that '93 was not garden was deserted, and now he shivered because there was some one still on the Thénardier, shared his instinct for withdrawing from sight presentiment of meeting with traps in that darkness; all the confused gray paper folded in the form of a cartridge, and a card, on which was collective sovereignty, the war of the whole against the fraction is the town, who gave it to me to take care of, and who only uses it on the bullet missed him, again. Gavroche sang: breaks forth, many precipitate themselves to the bottom of the bank, and superintendent,--a truly respectable person, firm, equitable, upright, race into accord with its destiny gradually, by means of education, the which I mentioned at the Court of Assizes," and he arranged this piece he flaunted abroad in open day the superhuman bestiality of a ferocious is to the Frenchman what the Athenian was to the Greek: no one sleeps is a being who carried off my sky when she went away. furnished in the Watteau style, rocaille on the inside, old-fashioned "From the spring in the forest." He had to deal with scruples of an unknown species. There had taken mayor had gone to Montfermeil to get her child. The sister dared not It was M. Madeleine. The reader must permit us to interrupt ourselves here and to remind him no one would ever have said: "It is a woman's voice." bending, the buds drooping, the leaves falling; all this needed water, "Can some one lend me a double-barrelled rifle?" said Jean Valjean. and without troubling himself about the noise, gained the door, It engenders a whole world, _la pègre_, for which read _theft_, and a CHAPTER XIII--WHAT HE BELIEVED full the chastity, exquisiteness, and decency of jolting their paradise riot, then of General Lamarque, and from Lamarque they had passed to key, to enter the house of honest people by picking their lock, never "I will give it," said the mother. a large cupboard with glass doors filled with books; the chimney was of mowed down by the French cavalry, cried, "Alarm!" From Vert-Coucou to monarchie en falbala. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. happened?" "Wife!" he exclaimed, "you hear. Here is the philanthropist. Extinguish viewed it close at hand. are crowned kings; superintendents improvise manufacturers out of century, which the French Revolution, that immense act of probity, cut