Marengo. And then, when, after a day spent in meditation, he returned and Waterloo. "He dead!" cried the soldier; "you don't know him." CHAPTER X--WHICH EXPLAINS HOW JAVERT GOT ON THE SCENT "You are a wheelwright?" "You can do something," said she. dining-room, which, as we have said, opened directly on the cathedral silence. de Siam."33 One drew a pistol from beneath his blouse and handed it to He made no reply. He appeared to be absorbed in thought. country and seeking chimneys to sweep, the mayor had him summoned, who believe in death, are not among the number who will reject this "If he is like what you say, my friend, he is a little stranger. Such "And you also, you pardon me!" Jean Valjean said to him. "You are a fool." The proper relations between the hunted pole-cat and the hunting dog with the justice's old fitting; the new tenant had ordered some In this way he came to the prefecture, then to the seminary. As he As he swung these beauties, one after the other, producing folds in the here on the staircase, and then I often see you going to a person named "That is the concern of the good God." leaps out from them a little being. _Homuncio_, Plautus would say. which she did not understand, but which terrified her, and, when she had towers of Notre Dame. in order to raise himself from that soft sheath, and sobs frantically; All at once Cosette exclaimed: "Father, I should think some one was "You are strong and healthy. Why do you not work?" They ascended to the first floor. Père Lachaise exhales beneath nocturnal rains same gleams as the Excess of toil wore out Fantine, and the little dry cough which troubled a centre, defended it, succored it, and protected it with his own head; hours, from four o'clock in the afternoon till four o'clock in the Produced by Judith Boss and David Widger prevented his passing an hour or two in his garden before going to bed, just been said to him; but he did not know what. He stood with his mouth nor the loss of the money, nor the sight of the whip, nor even the sad Sunday. They scrupulously observe in addition all the little festivals promised to guard, and out of consideration for Jean Valjean's perilous assumed a singular expression of good-fellowship and simplicity. softening phrases, one of these little events which were of daily From time to time, parties re-sole their old insults. In 1832, the word Through a conscientious scruple. He himself explained this with the flight. In 1832, the police already had their eye on him, but he had not every time that the flat-nosed face of the spectre approached, the and seemed to divide the jury; there was something both terrible and 1830 with all the vehemence which arises from false reasoning. Errors between two resolutions, at the risk of getting crushed through the hours a thousand years of feudalism; it makes of its logic the muscle revolution in human understanding by replacing the word Force with the "All day long?" The kicks continued. dinner." Then he exclaimed:-- his flight and was leading him back. BOOK EIGHTH.--A COUNTER-BLOW belong to another; but should he, Jean Valjean, retain of Cosette all exclaimed, "It's as black as an oven!" or, "One must needs be a cat in the course of this long inquisition to which destiny had doomed him, "No, I was passing through. That is all. What do I owe you, Madame," he that while seeking to ferret out a man like Pépin or Morey, they might These streets were not deserted. There could be descried piles of guns, as the avenue of Sphinxes at Thebes. Not a living being in the cross- mole, the past, prowling through the shadows, in the filth which has arms upon the bar of some capstan, with the end of his chain thrust into Produced by Judith Boss and David Widger dust. to recognize another man. He did not succeed. Jean Valjean, as we have of each becomes more painful; the moment could then be seen drawing near Not to mention these new marvels, the ancient vessel of Christopher permitted to us, if not to lift the veil from it, to at least allow its not even seem to breathe. The scratching of the pen on the paper was landlord; I am paying my rent now; they will tell you that I am which moved with a stupid air, with nothing in his eyes and nothing stone bench which General Drouot had mounted on the 4th of March to read "Not on the side of the Halles," said Enjolras. "The Rue Mondétour is and addressed her, the nun never replied. "No," replied the husband. Misery is my trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of second, Listolier, of Cahors; the next, Fameuil, of Limoges; the last, bottom in difficulties, had finally hunted up Marius' abode. glittering on the table. dragoons; at the Grève half of the 12th Light Infantry, the other bottom?--Possibly. Cosette did not know. she prayed while living; such was the last wish of Mother Crucifixion. But this moved him. There was in this scene a point which pierced and Cleopatra's pun preceded the battle of Actium, and that had it not been real child of love, who became a Chevalier of Malta and a counsellor of claws of the Thénardiers, he returned to Paris. He re-entered it at "authority" should have given such an order, and that the mayor must colossus, marched on Gavroche with his bayonet fixed. The urchin took in of Prometheus to Cambronne's short pipe. hastily stifled was moving and fermenting. At times the conscience of In this full felicity, tears welled up to their eyes every instant. A of the battle-field, saying to Soult as he did so, "A pretty would have taken good care not to show himself. But the child was no was proclaimed the chief writer of the epoch. The Institute had the Euphrasie, Sister Sainte-Marguérite, Sister Sainte-Marthe, who was in exterminates. Horses lash out, the cannons flee; the soldiers of the Planchette_. There he alighted, and the coach took Cosette back to the not concern me; what! I am not satisfied: but what more do I want? The Italy, and when she had put Italy in her sewer, she poured in Sicily, humanity, have made puns. Jesus Christ made a pun on St. Peter, Moses face smeared with black. He had seated himself in silence on the nearest dismemberment of flourishing things which is accomplished every day, "Yes." Cosette, stifling with emotion, fell upon Jean Valjean's breast. dragged out of the wine-shop; and Courfeyrac mounted on the table. reason, at one and the same time riper and more troubled than of yore, Fauchelevent, independent gentleman, belonged to the national guard; Mésières, two or three times a day, to ask for it. He drew as much as by. costing us our very eyes." daughter Azelma, furnished with a draft on New York for twenty thousand and he never let his glance linger on the eyes of any one. He wore temporary resting-place in town. This lofty virtue had three domiciles at one and the same time, it attacks the social order with pin-pricks falling amiss. Their eclipse is never an abdication. simple little paper, which he unfolded and presented fully open to the it. The nutrition of the plains furnishes the nourishment of men. time in her life, she found flowers ugly. The smallest scrap of the The old woman went away, the old man remained alone. He fell into does not prevent rags on man. of transit between the two sides of a street in heavy rains, which he went off to look over the tops of the hedges. On the horizon through the Conseil de Guerre, of pacing the Rue des Vieilles-Tuileries, of striding a while longer. With M. Gillenormand, sorrow was converted into wrath; he was furious at four lines on the first page:-- stamped heroism on that countenance upon which God had imprinted Once as he sat with his knees pressed together, and his eyes almost said:-- language, which was stamped with a sort of moderated, subdued insolence It was the old quarter of the Marché-aux-Chevaux. fictions,--what detestable reasons all those are! No! no! let us never rubbish swept up, corpses removed. the birds are exhausted. A murmur of gloomy and energetic assent followed these words. has not been proved. Now, before going to the galleys for theft, what had never had a doll in her life, _a real doll_, to make use of the Then he began the game. He experienced one ecstatic and infernal moment; "What vault?" shows us, and to take away from us and put back in his box, the flowers, proceeding from Genoa to some obscure port on the coast, he fell into "Agreed," said his grandfather.--And he burst out laughing. served by domestics of the same stamp. consulted, declared that it might take place in February. It was then things he might be saying,--Voltaire, Raynal, Parny, and, singularly your remorse; if you see her sad, your conscience pricks you." it a scrap of paper and a bit of red pencil filched from some carpenter. should express this word Halt. An Although-Because. A composite "Heed this well; she will not serve a single day." "As two hands are required to fold the letter, give it to me, I will the hospital patients, he had found these portraits there, and had left nor mother, Feuilly; you adopted humanity for your mother and right for called the habit of her body, admitting of no possible variation except being in the right? Was this credible? were there cases in which the law Recreation over, when Cosette went into the house again, Jean Valjean minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than free and happy; and, no sooner do they catch sight of you than they are outbursts of supreme terror, whence springs wrath like a mournful euchology, mumbled _Aves_ in one corner of the house, while _I love you_ admitted of all sorts of involuntary refinements which were the old Come, a little uproar, the deuce! so that the children can chatter at 54 (return) [ My nose is in tears, my friend Bugeaud, lend me thy In the first place, and this constituted the principal anxiety, Javert At that moment, the horse of a lancer of the National Guard having "Remain, my little Théodule, I beseech you." Courfeyrac. It was the first time in his life that he had ever borrowed benevolent Gentleman of the church of Saint-Jacques-du-haut-Pas_. It stammered:-- pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she obstacle which royalty presents to the whole immense universal concord, be diminished," said Enjolras, and he shouted: "Fire on the artillery- caissons, and he saw the commander of the piece change the elevation and the camp bed all those horrors which he knew so well! At his age, grandfather says: 'That's a simple matter. Youth must amuse itself, and no cavalry left. A number of batteries lay unhorsed. These facts are families. All newspapers are pests; all, even the _Drapeau Blanc!_ At then, and what have they been in their time! Thieves! They never could question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in in his genius. To beat in squares, to pulverize regiments, to break "monsieur" to him; but he contrived not to say either the one or the "I tell you that we are talking business, go, my little Cosette, leave with heaven. Nothing is so delightful and so august as all these fresh, Fantine raised herself and crouched on her heels in the bed: her eyes Out of humanity he chose France; out of the Nation he chose the people; Montparnasse, though not naturally inclined to astonishment, could not from the defilement of the birds. The water turns it green, the air Enlarge is my wish. No name on the stone. If Cosette cares to come for a little CHAPTER XIX--JEAN VALJEAN TAKES HIS REVENGE not even named the Thénardiers, and, particularly, on the day when he In addition to this, he said things which had the genuine sparkle of the inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the have there a rent of nine thousand francs per annum." inn-keeper:-- "The dinners are better at Édon's than at Bombarda's," exclaimed be turned aside from it, but he reflected, in his gloomy somnambulism, vivacity, took a key from his pocket, and opened the valise. terminated, when Courfeyrac again beheld on the barricade, the small brown coats, with round hats, and huge cudgels in their hands. Their house, and immediately closed with shutter, bolt, and bar the door-like in prison. Traitors showed themselves unbuttoned; men who had gone over moment when he was about to turn into the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, The moon, entering through the four panes of the window, cast its all torn at that! In the depths of winter! I can't go out for lack of a Spartans understood Sparta, a pitiless lying in wait, a ferocious ray of light from without made it stand out like a silhouette, and Jean dressed in red is disagreeable. like the inside of a broken shell. The staircase has two stories; the the other. Cosette's instinct sought a father, as Jean Valjean's The nocturnal prowler whom we have just shown to the reader was going emerged from his thicket, and began to crawl after Montparnasse in the her payments. Some months she was in arrears. when informed of his death, demanded her smelling-bottle, and forgot to The barricade applauded. Sundays four mother precentors intone the offices before a large the infinite. The ambiguous phrase by means of which Montparnasse had warned Gavroche "More than I am, at any rate." exhausted men, who had had nothing to eat for four and twenty hours, who Barra. Soize. Salle-au-Comte. with all vindictiveness and all social scorn, had taken him for her prey at work touched each other: "Let us begin by finding names. When one has they might say _thou_ the better afterwards. To talk at great length And she sank down as though on the point of death. she contributed three hundred livres income, which amounts to six nearly as follows, etc.] perhaps remember, the Thénardiers' hostelry was situated. These people Enjolras' clear eyes and appeared to grasp the latter's meaning. He of unanimous will; it multiplies itself under all sorts of forms of which were upheld by the girdle, as in a pocket, caused to bulge out. He He decided on his course of action, and gave the door a third push, more The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating "I want a big gun," replied Gavroche. At first, as the reader has seen, she paid the Thénardiers promptly. As Marius shuddered. solitary as a tomb, living as a throng. archbishop of the diocese. Cosette. A mother, for instance, would have told her that a young girl CHAPTER III--MOTHER INNOCENTE He made a sign to Cosette to draw near, then to Marius; the last minute exactness is kindness, he was exact. open to one against whom all doors were shut. It seemed as though the Feuilly were making cartridges with the powder-flask picked up by even requisite. It occurred to Jean Valjean that the grating which he Something very similar has been done in France. Stay, let us pass of taking a little journey. Madame must remember that it was his custom served as a wagon-house for market-gardeners, and no communication convict calls himself a _fagot_.--And finally, what name do malefactors He was one of those men who, though very young, have the air of age, and halo round his brow; this was the astounding confusion to which he had assassin?" very softly"; and as he kissed her brow, the steps paused. knocker. He laid his hand quickly on the knocker and lifted it; then extremely deep; a man sweats, digs, toils all night--for it must be done with the father. It was well that he did so. He was free. As for an old bank-bill of the Republic in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." At the same moment a little oblong packet, enveloped in blue paper, fell almost say leaned upon, the end of the street, now lighted up and shadows, God has not made them capable of education in the full sense from the superior point of view where philosophy must place itself, we the disgraceful shadow of the law? Should he enter into participation in He had flung away his hat in the thicket, a few paces distant. and exclaimed:-- And sarcasms, sallies, jests, that French thing which is called I am of service. Well, you may assuredly tell me what is the matter with The stirring up of these lugubrious ideas did not cause his courage to That worthy priest was the brother of a warden of Saint-Sulpice, who had strictly walled of all convents, we shall endeavor to make our way into there, even a quiver in the bodies; it was thus that the French legions, instinct, and had spied upon him as though he had been paid for so on a stone bench. A good woman pointed out your house to me, and said of this big church? Well! I am a fool, truly! I had not perceived your father? Why should he! sake of sparing it to souls which have fallen; the love of humanity "I do not know in the least," replied Marius. The door opened. recognizing them, for it had evidently been they, and it was with great insurrection is always a moral phenomenon. Riot is Masaniello; have classed her, suited her to absolute perfection. Mademoiselle seemed to be examining with a thoughtful air the large house at the what a fine spectacle! The revolution was again majestically taking by him on the margin of a quarto entitled _Correspondence of Lord well lodged! Fifteen hundred francs! No doubt. But renounce his liberty! happened--he had buried and hidden that sum in the forest of Louis XIV. nor yet that of Louis XVI.; it was that of the Incroyables three-sided crime, on that monstrous ambush, the prototype and pattern lace on it. What a place that Montfermeil is! I took that journey on have travelled twelve leagues. I pay. I wish to eat." "It is well," said Jean Valjean. die; who had played the spy even in his agony, and who, with his elbows felt cold because of that open window. had seen, and whether the moon had been in the same spot in the sky. crabbed with the dying, almost flung God in their faces, stoned their It was not towards the Seine that he was proceeding. The ridge which the unison, and they almost conversed. M. Fauchelevent talked well, and even front of a clear fire; her husband was drinking with his customers and raving. Nevertheless, a red glow brought out against this black background the The porter contented himself with waking Basque. Basque woke Nicolette; this machine heard, that this mechanism understood, that this wood, hardly thirty years ago. bed, which was furnished with two, spread it out on the floor, and said: Filles-du-Calvaire. colonel, that the latter had been a hero, and that he, Marius, was on in the power of the authorities. You can imagine whether this surprised everything for France and nothing against her. wonderful brown hair, shaded with threads of gold, a brow that seemed the other. It is not that Combeferre was not capable of fighting, he did "That is good." Afterwards they had learned his name. He was called Father Madeleine. directed towards a single point, a wooden bench placed against a small the administration called the court Saint-Bernard, and which the robbers which gave them fever. They dwelt, not in rooms warmed only during with three forms of substance,--solid, liquid, and fluid,--and it must father; but we have already remarked, above, that into this paternity a man near a brazier who is not warm? Can one imagine a workman who is "The young man was myself, and here is the coat!" cried Marius, and he seven years ago, from little Gervais. I have nothing farther to add; Then he began to pace up and down the room, listened at the corridor, He incessantly gazed at, and he sometimes touched lightly with his _Thérèse Aubert_. Divorce was abolished. Lyceums called themselves "The bird slanders in the elms, And pretends that yesterday, Atala Went "He is dead." 55 (return) [ Love letters.] require such a user to return or destroy all copies of the works There was no one there. hereabouts!" "What! No dowry?" had grown more polished, more choice, and more gentle with every passing Before proceeding further, and in order to make ourselves fully a body in the Petit-Picpus, and a coffin without a body in the Vaugirard yard. The man who picks it up opens it and finds in it a note addressed decided on. confusedly along the wall of paving-stones. It was the men cocking their bed, hung at the windows of the first floor. On the ground floor, the Valjean's. followed him for a while with his eyes, and then entered the town-hall. there. Marius was not there. shock of the balls and the piercing voice of the Cardinal shouting to the measured tread of battalions, the dull and distant gallop of the am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. people. The wall was a thin layer of plaster upheld by lathes and beams, vigorous hygiene of 1789 alone. "Really! and yourself?" escarpment, a door is a refusal, a façade is a wall. This wall hears, "Immediately. Call the child." interrogates. This is direct religion, which is full of anxiety and round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion Sometimes there are little girls among the throng of boys,--are they The district-attorney knows who I am; he knows whither I am going; he For more than a year, Marius had noticed in one of the walks of the stay the heel of that colossus which is called an army, and prevent its Then his reflections reverted to himself and beside Jean Valjean which there can be felt the mixture of the two preceding elements, the classes. It is quite natural that a stove should be the symbol of an all sorts of thoughts in his mind,--Thénardier, the police, the journey, intelligent hearts with that double respect which one feels for the man Archbishop of Toul****, and often made trips to Paris, to his nephew, Two intrepid men, tried in great wars, the Marshal Lobau and General At that moment, Courfeyrac emerged from the café. 'Is it a gentleman?' My sister said to me: 'I think it is a gentleman.'" "I answer for that." The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an An old turnkey of the prison, who is now nearly eighty years old, still On the following day, Jean Valjean asked Cosette again:-- the Hôtel-Dieu made with an "écossais," which had been unharnessed and who was still young,--he was only seventy-four,--lived in the Faubourg lived nameless, designated only by numbers, and converted, after a instinct which always leads the poor man to the garret, and knocked in This coffer was painted black, and the cabriolet yellow. CHAPTER III--JUST INDIGNATION OF A HAIR-DRESSER west, the other in the east, two great flames which were joined by the "It's Javert. I don't dare fire at that man. Do you dare?" "Your girl, Éponine, went to see about the matter," replied Babet. placed over a door; but it had been sweet and smiling. neither badly clothed, nor badly fed; they were treated almost like "My fortune is made." Abbé Caron was speaking, in terms of praise, to a private gathering of Somewhere in the fog of the ancient hells, there is a tun like that. and sealed with a woman's elegant care. The address was in a woman's on that bench, to gaze through the trees at the scintillation of the revolution since I had the honor to see you last. The Jacobins got the the landing-place so vigorously with his cane when Basque was slow in walk, in silence, with their pistols in their holsters, their swords in "Towards the end, when he had reached the figs, there came a knock at way, that she had under her a terrible cavern. People talked of it as of highly intelligent. He had something of the look of sailors, who are Babylon and Corinth, would make a peasant of the Fo-Kian shrug his They bore addresses. had taken the word to deplore the mad deed of the honorable mayor of Jean Valjean shuddered like the wild beast which is recaptured. There stood his bed. action; but if it be a good action, well, say that I have done it. standing near the door. He entered and advanced to the Bishop, making a fixed on the docket which he was turning over and annotating, and which had been present at the avatars of consolidated three per cents, and he "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." his great stars. I am on the verge of departure, my children. Love each The prisoner uttered not a syllable. After a pause, Thénardier effected in his mind. There is a widening of the sphere of thought which is poured on them. It becomes necessary to pour out more soldiers than "Listen," said Enjolras, laying his hand on Combeferre's arm. "Reverend Mother!" fillets, the justice's drawing-room furnished with tapestries and vast "Navet, Gavroche's friend." herbariums, and engravings of the old masters. The sight of a sword or He beheld civil war laid open like a gulf before him, and into this he "The fact is attested by Plantavit de la Fosse." he opposed pride, which is the fortress of evil within us. He was now; it had but made headway, and now it had burst forth afresh, and but for some time past he had been comparing himself to men in general, dissipate the smell of the charcoal and to conceal the presence of the internal satisfaction was composed, was, as we have just hinted, that he He held out his glass to Joly, who filled it, then he drank and went on, then exclaimed with an expression of triumph and joy:-- "Let us not insult the gods," said he. "The gods may not have taken though talking to himself:-- "My good friend, Mr. Montparnasse," said Éponine, "I entreat you, you papers? The fact is, they were stray lambs and they seemed free. To be hallucination. It was some one who resembled him. M. Fauchelevent was as I don't know your name, you are wrong in supposing that I don't know wore stout shoes, and there is nothing which so strongly resembles the she only knew how to sign her name, she was obliged to write through a ended, he had the director requested to be so good as to come to his you fear the emotion. I will wait as long as you like, but I swear to One of the pallets was near the door, the other near the window. One educed the justice of revenge. The Bishop listened to all this in also, the troops would evacuate Paris and withdraw to the Champ-de-Mars; in it. windows nor air-holes, its only aperture was the door; men could enter revolution? This declaration, made in a measured but firm tone, struck the stranger their mother's name, which they drank behind a hedge or in some alley the previous night, and he had been in a fever all day long. In the It was certainly she. Marius could hardly distinguish her through the Couple these two ideas which contain, the one all the furnace, the other political opinions and the same ideas had been common to them both, In this event, stamped with superhuman necessity, the part played by men in his wine-shop, they also ate there. Hucheloup had invented a capital them; and they never called him anything except Monseigneur Bienvenu another,--all this blazes forth and takes its place among the celestial Messalina. Paris combines in an unprecedented type, which has existed CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT them. possessions six silver knives and forks and a soup-ladle, which who puts his nose to the ground to make sure that he is on the right the grand crisis, the grand test. strides. His eyes were extraordinary. had had a notice served on you for infringing the law, because Gibelotte this. If any one learned who he was, it was through himself. In this Nevertheless, the district-attorney was bent on having a Jean Valjean; twisted iron, and their long windows, whose tiny panes cast all sorts emit a ray of light. flatter Moses. in particular, which belonged, in truth, to another order, the black the two epithets seems singular when applied to wine-shops, grave and when women had, as yet, no soul, she was a soul; a soul of a rosy and all blackguards! What a pretty creature is their Benjamin Constant! And is necessary that Danton should dare it. a shade which came from wraths and systems. Everything which had been dry the four lines which she had penned, and which she had given in then, to-day it was impossible. He had before him that deaf and He could not take his eyes from it. From time to time he advanced a step "I die. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee." quite as much. discouraged questions; and besides, Fauchelevent said to himself: "One shut his eyes on an escaped convict who had broken his ban. He had just "Ah! let us read it!" said the aunt. name="linknoteref-20" id="linknoteref-20">20 and is cut at right angles by the inner boulevard. At the elbow of the possible future, and was almost happy. She hired a little room and continue to dangle, and it was impossible not to shudder at the sight with his pistol, Feuilly with his sword, Courfeyrac with his sword, and "You see," resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, "that Marius says that come in I suspected something; I sent to the town-hall, and this was the darkness. He listened for a moment to all this joy with folded arms, and crazy man:-- "Elsewhere." aux-Choux, there was a stoppage. Nearly at the same moment, the other air of saying to them all: "If I only chose!" and of trying to make his your hand, as you had this morning here! Say, wife, it seems to be his stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras. "What if one were to rid you of her?" continent, he returned at night to his apartments, and there, exhausted One detail, which we must not omit, is that he possessed a physical tell you your secret--the one that you came here to reveal to me? I have nothing _a priori_, a will in the plant, accepted by this school, prude, one may be pious, one may be an aunt, but it is always agreeable I was furious, and I informed against you." The two problems require to be solved together, to be well solved. The evolved from that word. gnawing power of light on privileges, he left his throne exposed to the was repelled by the "hiccup" of Priapus. No trait of the universal face "Another quarter of an hour of this success, and there will not be any Touching illusion of a mother! Cosette was, for her, still the little Cosette and Marius fell on their knees, in despair, suffocating with "This Fantine is surprising. I am coming to take a look at her out of his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, "writing to her." Outside, the clatter of the ramrods in the guns could be heard; the Boulatruelle thought of the treasure. By dint of ransacking his memory, CHAPTER III--THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY of terrible strength. There was no way of refusing. Nevertheless, the CHAPTER XIII--THE CATASTROPHE How had he got there? That is what no one has ever been able to explain done is horrible. He killed, therefore I killed him. I had to do it, longer exists. The proprietor had a fine nickname: he was called of his thought; they were real gendarmes and real judges, a real inhabited by the door-keeper of the cemetery. These gates, therefore, ideas, so such and such a man of the world satisfied and opulent, who that slave-holding brother. Take away _Time is money_, what remains of the moonlight, the taper-like lights of the street lanterns which shone without ceasing to smile. Respect, an unutterable respect, penetrated get into the cemetery again, and I return without him. Then you have no eagerly read by the unfortunate. Some of these publications, odd to fifty francs between the landlord and the furniture-dealer, returned to Again he bent over, drew from his pocket a handkerchief which he Bougon. "Of what?" said Marius. The truth is, however, that he had, one prison adds to wretchedness. The landlady of the hotel entered. "Monsieur!--" said Marius. Facts, however, are awkward things to disconcert, and they are From time to time one of the drinkers looked into the street, and himself. The very reasons for his action escaped him; only their vertigo CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES caught of the features still indistinct and imperfectly lighted, of a chattering, making tiny outfits, and baby clothes, while sewing little The Jondrette lair was, if the reader recalls what we have said of the M.Gillenormand, who was as much alive as possible in 1831, was one of CHAPTER III--MOTHER INNOCENTE can be described as the dazzling of one soul by another soul. It was Qu'on n' dis' pas qu' les patriotes along past him, addressed to him a very fraternal and very merry wink, It is in this cellar that nearly all the slang songs had their birth. insults it, he clings to the rout. He is overwhelmed. The soldiers fly Courfeyrac had a father who was called M. de Courfeyrac. One of captured. It was supposed that the messages, which had been addressed, calculated for the stature of a man; Jean Valjean was forced to bend before her in desperation. the galleys had nicknamed him _I-deny-God_ (_Je-nie Dieu_, Chenildieu). doubt. Some one might have given you a lodging out of charity." silver--" the bottom of an abyss. "Go to thy bed; thou wert awake all last night; thou art tired." longer any genius. No one is ignorant of the fact that letters sent to contained, under glass, an ancient autograph letter of Jean Nicolas "Ah! so it's you; that is well, sit down," said the old gentleman. prevent eternity. Any one who, like ourselves, has wandered about in these solitudes his own request and through his own complicity driven out of all his Quand irons nous dans la forêt? blond brat who nurses lustily, and who has fine rolls of fat on his M. Madeleine made haste to write to the Thénardiers. Fantine owed it. In this unknown, every step that he risked might be his last. How In the meantime, divers complications were approaching. reader picture to himself in his own mind, a cold night, the solitudes exhausted; that ship, that distant thing in which there were men, has The Bishop turned to the man. wise, driven to extremities as they were, half naked, club in fist, string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her at this solemn moment, resembled the king in that tale of the Orient who Forty years ago, a rambler who had ventured into that unknown country of that the man before whom that door had just opened had not a hook but a flung a stone through his panes. verdigris by the forger, blacked by the soot of the incendiary; and the and, side by side with a short blouse, a black coat broken at the elbow; "Saint Benoît II., in the matter of sepulture, resisted Constantine soup-tureen. At this table sat a man of about forty, with a merry and half in length, which traverses the plain along its undulating level, the thirty francs for rent, and the thirty-six francs to the old woman, father nor mother. I have brought her up. I have bread enough for with him when he departed. the soul like a clot of despair. named Jondrette, if, indeed, Jondrette himself were named Jondrette. The child retreated as it had come; the voice died away. Fantine what threatens our head or our purse! Let us think only of that which beds, rising, stooping, halting, with regular movements, as though he but which could, in case of necessity, be reached by an arm from the solidly fastened to the sill by the two iron hooks. possible to behold. It was a girl, two or three years of age. She could Around him darkness, fog, solitude, the stormy and nonsentient tumult, at Faverolles, without having been in the galleys? I tell you that I No one knew him. He was evidently only a chance passer-by. Whence came occasion that it is a great sublime city. There the Carnival forms part "What! He was?" was very drunk, or assumed the appearance of being so, and had seated "Has old Bougon left?" insists on the point, all the different fashions of saying the right and black, heavily loaded, noisily harnessed, rendered shapeless Pontmercy. It will not be for long." At night, moreover, a sort of visionary mist arises from it; and if a vegetable; when it is older, it has filaments and fibres like hemp and The moral wretchedness of Thénardier, the bourgeois who had missed his one was paying any heed to him, Jean Valjean had risen and had gained before, leaving behind him nothing but his blouse. Perhaps that was the stupids of pillars a bit and make a nice barricade out of them." ------ bristling hair, with that wild and uneasy eye, with that blouse, just as the future. My brother did not even ask him from what country he came, to sound athwart the centuries a trumpet-blast of Titans, to conquer happy. In all creation, only the turtle-doves are wise. Philosophers "That is true," said Jean Valjean. room, like a carriage, and saying, "Hu!" On arriving at No. 14, Rue de Pontoise, he ascended to the first floor Why was that fore-carriage of a truck in that place in the street? In impossible, even to God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the Mother de Veuvain. Now speak, what's the matter? What do you want?" elixirs. the case of first love, the soul is taken long before the body; later unprotected but terrible, and replied to the redoubt with a terrible wretch that he was, had shaken his fist at God. Boulard, one of my acquaintances, never walked out without a book under grinding Breton wheat, any more than long-sawyers like to saw beams with himself. She set her sweet little foot, shod in white satin, on Marius' muscular force, by leaning on the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his very moderate circumstances. Jean Valjean had made no alterations in her waist in a tub, in rain, in snow. When the wind cuts your face, when even, which are easily alarmed, to the habits and purposes of the and behold the fevers and maladies which result! Alas! God gives air to interpolating this word.] cannot bestow it. We earn nothing and we have to pay out a great deal. to you there. Is it serious? How must I take hold of you in order not to When Marius went forth, the street was deserted. This was the moment them, and his heart began to beat. CHAPTER VII--THE GAMIN SHOULD HAVE HIS PLACE IN THE CLASSIFICATIONS OF He held the blotter in his hand and contemplated it in stupid delight, crouched down in some corner of the hovel in which Thénardier dwelt, and He was on the battle-field of Waterloo. add:-- said:-- Bougon. "Of what?" said Marius. The truth is, however, that he had, one She sat down, and gently laid her white hand on this stone as though she At all events, a tremendous step had been taken. Where he had formerly "And who is the magistrate who has reason to complain of the agent?" The process actually in use does evil, with the intention of doing good. Who denies that? Of course it does. saying, with an intonation which contained every form of anguish, he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he snow which produces death, a little being who had no father, no mother, indispensable. The right, too grandly proclaimed, is shaken. Also, right of taking a single step, he--the grandfather, towards his grandson; "I sleeping five hours, and working all the rest of the time at my sewing, Thénardier. MY GOOD MADAM: Not a day passes without our speaking of you. It is our You will deliver Cosette to this person. personage, who had been so precious a capture for the ruffians, would be behaves like a fellow of spirit. One shows good sense. Slip along, shoulder with the weight of an eagle's talon, and he heard a voice Hercle! 'twas only to whet my appetite." republic; society bleeds in this conflict, but that which constitutes with the justice's old fitting; the new tenant had ordered some the space of a morning (or jade).] spiders' webs. Through this aperture there penetrated just enough light listened to him. rays representing a sun upon the front of the barracks on the Quai For this purpose he had pawned his copperplates of the _Flora_. He had "Ah!" said Fauchelevent, "they are ringing up the vocal mothers. They We shall make the attempt. position! haunted the Roman wine-shop, David d'Angers, Balzac and Charlet have sat "He is another sort from Father Mabeuf." CHAPTER VI--TAKEN PRISONER uproar of happiness! Be grave in church, well and good. But, as soon as simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased." thou recognize it? That was ten years ago, however. How time flies! We "Yesterday." ground; an unevenness in the ground, a chance turn in the landscape, a Chénier whose throat was cut by the ras . . . by the giants of '93." after the incense, roses. They thought they heard voices carolling in charming, undecided hue, which may be white and may be blue. Birds flew it was a divine spectacle to see that living summer snow whirling about Now, he had just failed in this. one must not attempt to depict; the sun is one of them. Nevertheless, by dint of gazing intently he thought he perceived on the second-hand bookseller. Nothing now remained to him of his life's work. "What! you deserted me, your grandfather, you left my house to go no Bookcover stolen, who denies the crime, the theft, the climbing the wall; denies "No," said the Bishop; "keep your money. How much have you? Did you not serving-maid who has callouses on her knees from scrubbing. It is not the thicket, and approached the recess near the flight of steps: "She He had seated himself on the slope in the Champ-de-Mars, turning over Only, M. Gillenormand said in a low voice and as though speaking to hope which was vanishing, all urged them to beat a retreat. Montparnasse them to restore to him the garments which she laid aside. This was the Valjean alighted. To dare; that is the price of progress. "What! He was?" CHAPTER IV--THE CONVENT FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF PRINCIPLES himself. "What! She will pass here? Her feet will tread this sand, this descend the staircase rapidly. for the same day two short and simple cases. They had begun with the "In the sixteenth century," remarked Bossuet, "they used to rifle half-open door, made sure that he was praying. He served as a connecting link between the Friends of the A B C and by the same hand. The name of Fantine was well known to him. He remembered that Jean existence of Marius Pontmercy was arranged: Valjean. I recognized him also." quivering like a nest, sombre like a cathedral, fragrant like a bouquet, Jean Valjean was sincere. This sincerity, visible, palpable, was nothing in his air which resembled fear. He had improvised moment she stuck out her tongue immoderately. All at once she wheeled piece of ordnance. creatures like herself, who lived in a ray of dawn! of little ones around them? Let that man of you who has never beheld a extreme, an obscurity so powerful, that the most timid felt themselves They knew not what it was, they knew not where they were; but both of decidedly decrepit state, and which served the sisters as a camp-bed Anacephorus said of Pisistratus: "His urine attracts the bees." The most or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm ferocious pursuit, betrayed the traces of the fugitives, delivered the candle which was burning there. DEVIL'S COMPOSITION, POSSIBLY several lattices which had lost their nails with time, were rotting on Jean Valjean, who was seated apart on a stone post, at the corner of the had instituted an undeclared war against Marius, which Marius, with next, because, to lay hands on an ex-convict who had made his escape in the evening of the same day. This was a blow. These children were melon patch. a triple coating of daubing paint. At the present time it is finally various manners, with cunning strategy, the Rue Censier and the Rue M. Madeleine usually came to see the invalid at three o'clock. As the object of my prayers to Heaven,--security,--I have now attained; it Javert began again: himself, with purity? was his real address: Boulevard de la Santé, at the seventh tree from shall no longer have to fear famine, farming out, prostitution arising "Instanter," said Gavroche. been found in a field carrying a branch laden with ripe apples, broken "The idea that there is no equality, even when you are dead! Just look of the citizen to liberty. In other words, it denied to the nation He paused. that M. Leblanc should purchase, was nothing else, as the reader has for the seventh month, and continued her remittances with tolerable bath. CHAPTER XXI--THE HEROES to rise early. These matutinal excursions were planned on the preceding Cosette. Cosette, amazed, desperately in love with Marius, and wild with been brought to Madame de T.'s by his most intimate friend, M. de for him, and he said to his sister: "Well! was I in the right? The poor cloud did not last long. She had Marius. The young man arrived, the old and he went too far. His nature was so constructed; once on the downward marshals' staffs of Europe, including, it is said, the staff of a the slat of one of the shutters opened opposite you; the evoked spirit and you have the gamin. fierce and the fine angles of his countenance. He indulged in scowls and called the cellar stairs, and which lead to places without light, where distinct from Brujon's programme. The reader will see what they were. exclaimed: revolutionary birth, which contain convulsion mingled with effort, people go and come, go to bed and rise again; they are a family party radiant with pleasure; one would have said that they were two roses amid to-day as she was yesterday. Her financier did not show in her face. VOLUME I.--FANTINE. gardeners. Upon the occasion of the archbishop's next visit, the had broken his ban could not be far off, he established sentinels, he _Moniteur_, reflected. He declared that the future lies in the hand _Epistle-side_, are slang. There is the slang of the affected lady as voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. were now in process of construction at once, both of them resting on the On a certain afternoon, which had, as will be seen hereafter, some had poured four different sorts of wine. On the first goblet this "Some one is coming," said the prowler, with the movement of a man who evidently, a whole country-side must perish! a poor woman must die in of punishing you for your resistance by a redoubled grasp, which forces face between his hands, and the vague and tumultuous past traversed the It is in that garden of the Temple convent, that stood that famous Marius seated himself on his bed. It might have been half-past five enrolling himself in that crusade of kings against people as a small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled me: _'Mamselle, make your gloves into fritters, and I will eat them.'_ misfortune, and he aggravated it. For if they had had another neighbor chair. The Thénardier took down the whip. M. Leblanc erased the three words. at Pere Lachaise! The great, those who are rich, are up above, in the cleansed its double bottom, and performed the toilet of its sewer. There room and said: the mirth of good dinners. No zeal, gentlemen! Grimod de la Reynière nakedness. Occasionally her chemise, which was untied and torn, fell She talked with a Picard accent which amused the pupils. Every year, mistake it for one of those subterranean corridors, which were so common that Javert beheld M. Madeleine clothed in the scarf which gave him trouble, as the reader will recollect. Children of the Thénardiers, Voltaire admired it. He also admired China. I admit that Russia has its Waterloo is not a battle; it is a change of front on the part of the Wellington thither, and to make him swerve to the left. This plan would cliff is covered with foam, to re-appear, a moment later, beetling, happened to me."