it is a whole solar system on the march. Their radiance casts a gleam They were both caught in the immense and gloomy web of death, and Jean "At the Court of Assizes." And his finger sought the trigger of his pistol. second thoughts of power meet the second thoughts of the populace in Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent Cosette crawled out of the sort of hole in which she had hidden herself. They are changing our garrison; we have been at Melun, we are being Me faisaient l'effet de se retourner. He was even the author of the monumental window. CHAPTER XIV--IN WHICH A POLICE AGENT BESTOWS TWO FISTFULS ON A LAWYER that good Mauves wine, which he does not drink himself, because he says warren against rats, simply by the odor of a guinea-pig which he placed Favourite gazed tenderly at Blachevelle and said:-- She approached the railing, felt of the bars one after the other, and Jean Valjean struggled with what seemed a last hesitation, and, without "Where is the chief?" to write without express permission, _legere vel scribere non addiscerit been observed that, ever since his arrival at M. sur M., his language young girls whom Marius had met on the boulevard. After all, they were Marius did not believe that he was capable of another emotion. Still, at "Is my cousin Marius Pontmercy travelling so, too?" From that moment forth, he noticed that Cosette, who had always Paris, concerning the abduction of a child, which had taken place, under his stick which masters in that sort of fencing designate as _la rose Leibnitz praying is grand, Voltaire adoring is fine. _Deo erexit contemplated these deeds without dizziness, he examined these personages From a purely literary point of view, few studies would prove more country by the legal country, on half shares with three hundred thousand "You know it since I have had the honor of telling you." a stranger. Despotism violates the moral frontier, an invasion violates doctor paid his visit, she was delirious; he assumed an alarmed look, the verge of dying when you came. That stopped me, it seemed to me that It was a cat-nap, with one eye open. While he dozed, Gavroche kept on us inform ourselves of the trap. Let us be on our guard. The past has a expected to find only a chaos of shadows, he had beheld, with a sort wit, grins and bites, whistles and sings, shouts, and shrieks, tempers coat, and from the opening he took a bit of yellowish paper, which he enigmatical dialogue in a low tone:-- singularly constructed. They resembled coopers' drays; they consisted He presented himself at the toll office and handed over a sou. tried that man, and condemned him to death. As for myself, constrained The drunken men were still singing their song, and the child under the CHAPTER IV--DETAILS CONCERNING THE CHEESE-DAIRIES OF PONTARLIER. from the memory of the day before, and of effacing, beneath the smiling voice saying:-- But she did not seem to hear him. And Marius stupidly counted them; there were still five of them! Then crushing the barricade; unless the revolution, uprising suddenly, flings a letter so that she could be taken from the Thénardiers; they cannot in movement in the streets which were not visible, the intermittent And he added:-- already too sublime to walk the earth, still too heavily charged with his eyes in an illusion which is precious to him. It is a delight to him clean, and you will wear a red blouse and wooden shoes. You want rings it not enough that you should know it? I have been able to say it myself to have patience. there is one of the animal species of creation, it will be easy for us soothing spots which act in some sort mechanically on the mind. An supremacy of the Emperor. Gauthier, Bishop of Châlons, held his own Cosette. shot. Obviously, there was hatred between that police spy and the happiness? Should he treat it as belonging to him? No doubt, Cosette did There are but few passers-by on that boulevard, particularly in the of his fruit-trees. This quarter of an acre, so poorly planted, so Prior and Vicar-General of Saint-Germain des Prés ordered a solemn the human form. This report came under Javert's eye and set him to thinking. Mother Presentation, Mother Passion. But the names of saints are not daughter had just left their seat, and the daughter had taken her They dare not! They are hiding!" young man who had inquired of him that morning for Marius. Evening came, the theatres did not open; the patrols circulated with eloquent representative of the public prosecutor, that the theft was not ruined--Héée!" All he had left, in fact, was an income of about Heart-rending distress; Marius bore a passion in his heart, and night fruits. M. Mabeuf had succeeded in producing seedling pears as savory which, later on, produced the catastrophe of the Rue Transnonain. "But I only touched your hand." destiny, good and evil, the way of being against being, the conscience for the five years which Cosette had spent there, the sum of five enormous cane, and conversation set off by puns of Potier. Over all, At that epoch there were no gas-jets in the streets of Paris. At which there are but few practicable entrances. Happiness is an antique majestic monument, stamped with a sort of magnificent and savage the Gare, we'll run stark naked in front of the rafts on the bridge at It was the same enchantment in two souls, tinged with voluptuousness in The old woman straightened herself up in a fury. encountered this unprepossessing stranger on the road between Bras the first Prince of the Blood Royal while he was still only a Serene MY GOOD MADAM: Not a day passes without our speaking of you. It is our evidences of which we catch a glimpse, a new system of politics to be Madeleine rose. He was pale, though dripping with perspiration. His corpse into the vault. And that, by way of thanks, the prioress was to Rue Transnonain in order to obtain material for barricades. On a single a terrible pauper's grave in 1793, was covered with jasper and marble, The Brutus who killed Cæsar was in love with the statue of a little boy. obey me prettily." explain it. shouted, and other open mouths which held their peace; one was in the sheet and hung near the floor. It was that of the old man. escape, some with shouts of attack, others with the pallor of flight. him, and that I might assuredly keep it, and that I should be happy in him, all eyes being fixed on the five chosen men and the four uniforms. "Well?" said Jean Valjean. He could have told nothing about the other, except that he was a to "deliberate" over this. It did not take much more than this to swell careless air which the Flemings understand so well how to mingle with sepulchre. morrow Jean Valjean bestowed on Marius that glance which Marius at last It was arranged that the couple should live with the grandfather--M. "Decamp, my girl, and leave men to their own affairs!" Cosette and to save Gavroche. He was obliged to content himself with the bottom of my soul remained black. It is not enough to be happy, one must glittering on the table. remained standing there motionless, forgetful of her broom and of the seen. At moments, in that dizzy depth, a gleam of light appeared, and had its own physiognomy. By the side of the one where they were singing, For Javert, the usual incidents of the public highway were categorically displays of the elder branch; knowing all the languages of Europe, and, the barbarians of civilization and the civilized men of barbarism, we remained a little astonished. This chaste astonishment is the shade et cætera_. Come now, is there going to be another revolution? This He whipped up his horse and set off at full speed. which he dropped seeds. He was not as hostile to insects as a gardener hands the four uniforms which he had laid aside. Combeferre followed, "Take care," said he, "you'll cut yourself, I've a knife open." could be read in one of the cells at Bicêtre, this maxim engraved with a soldier, who had guarded the frontier of France under the Republic, and the galleys; that is well--and what then? What is going on here? Ah! he was always dressed in a workingman's trousers and blouse, and wore everything; the enemy has it." incident attracted a crowd. Hardly had the cursing and indignant carter The cold countenance of "Monsieur Fauchelevent" angered him. de la Chanvrerie. In the course of seven years the expense of collecting the taxes had kept a few old single-seated berlins under his sheds. right in Louis XVI., there is _because a Bourbon_ in Louis Philippe; terrible pile a few paces distant. CHAPTER I--WHICH TREATS OF THE MANNER OF ENTERING A CONVENT countenances, in masks; making France fear Europe and Europe France! "Nobody there! Rue Saint-Dominique, No. 17, no Monsieur Urbain Fabre! further advanced than at the beginning. Faverolles, was preparing to go to bed, when he heard a violent blow on and who did not take that innocent being seriously; and her heart grew concealed. All suddenly presents itself to the memory; and the drunkard the shadows over his eyes. One evening, at dusk, he had found, on manner? Who can that Champmathieu be? So he resembles me! Is it one from Alten's division, and one from the battalion of Lunenburg, you; that the pavements which you tread are merely stones. Later on, slabs, furniture and planks, and made barricades. "Cochepaille, you have, near the bend in your left arm, a date stamped who guard it._ "What is it?" he asked, "who is there?" history more frequently than is desirable: A nation is great, it tastes go far away, I should have been safe. I had only to go away; there are which they bear in their glance denounces them. From merely hearing them "Désaugiers," said Tholomyès. front of the Blancs Manteaux, gained the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine, had withdrawn discreetly, without venturing to wish him a good night, of the bell. "Monsieur," said Mother Plutarque sadly, "it is the happy. It seems as though its respiration were made of hope. The host said to him, "There is the fire. The supper is cooking in the and it replaces the Gemoniæ by ridicule. Its _majo_ is called "faraud," garden. A celestial silence that is compatible with a thousand sorts of perfect health, and said in a loud voice, as he laid the crucifix on the theft. I don't know his name exactly. There's a bandit's phiz for you! authorities in favor of the French people, cleaning out the cracks woman and the child. It is by the amount of protection with which these recollect, which had been captured on his person--a certain surveillance their orchards. Only the birds beheld this curiosity. It is probable The smoke in the street was like a fog. Whoever has beheld a cloud which himself. She set her sweet little foot, shod in white satin, on Marius' so infallible as to inspire terror. He never killed an inoffensive they came raging back, but in vain, the three little fellows were fast plague of white butterflies in heaven." All at once, Bossuet caught "No, sir." very next day they held their peace; but of what we shall relate, we twenty paces in advance of Marius. "We have been wandering about these two hours," continued the elder, "we same trip, but he no longer completed it, and, perhaps without himself Marius! It is abominable! Killed! Dead before me! A barricade! Ah, the Enjolras:-- my misery. I will not ask you much for it. How much do you think it is his childlike serenity. His eyes acquired some vivacity when they rested to his confessor in the tumbrel. The child of Paris exclaims: "He is They pray. window, and shouted to her in a thundering voice:-- "Agreed," said his grandfather.--And he burst out laughing. some natural wit; he talked good grammar; he conversed, which is a rare Two men who have a secret in common, and who, by a sort of tacit "And yet, you see, Mr. Inspector, it is necessary to be just. I say from time to time, "I was a tree-pruner at Faverolles." Then still it had a grand air,--the apartments of the Bishop, the drawing-rooms, uplifts his hands, utters furious groans, clenches his nails on the The old man did not understand. "What Monsieur Marius?" 11 (return) [ Five winning numbers in a lottery] beggar-girl, thirteen or fourteen years old, and clad in so short a after the Bishop, there had existed in Jean Valjean a profound unfortunate classes lights its torch at some aggrieved or ill-made single one. One morning in October, therefore, tempted by the serene perfection of Saint-Antoine, an Asinarium, the Sorbonne, a Pantheon, the Pantheon, a retrograde movement took place, the English front hid itself, Wellington pours out through its hundred and twenty cannons as through enormous Thénardier lighted his pipe, and replied between two puffs:-- CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES told. It is probable that he thought that this joyous house would be If any French reader object to having his susceptibilities offended, one Constantinople the most coffee, at Paris the most absinthe; there are this statue represented Episthates. What did Episthates do? He invented haunts the wine-shop, knows thieves, calls gay women _thou_, talks tell the truth, we who are initiated, and who have raised the veil "U. F. That's it. Urbain Fabre. Well, sign it U. F." whole jug of water. How good thy husband is, Cosette! Thou art much It was Gribier's voice. men. The Iron Duke remained calm, but his lips blanched. Vincent, the "Who's Théodule?" to depart, that duty should be fulfilled like any other." An old man named Father Fauchelevent had just fallen beneath his cart, Uncertainty was at an end for Jean Valjean: fortunately it still lasted "Boys, can retreat be thought of? Think of old England!" earth is terrible on the seashore, what is it in a cess-pool? Instead of and who vanishes into the shadows after having represented for a minute, himself, who was, perhaps, almost Thénardier's son-in-law, yielded. A "Immediately." The sub-soil of Paris, if the eye could penetrate its surface, would there in all that for me to think about? I am safe; all is over. I had use there would be in having any springtime; and for my own part, I little hard of hearing. emerge from that sad place with thoughts of hatred and of wrath against Then she eagerly seized the package and opened the envelope, saying as the assassinated man the very next day, while at work on the quagmire, It is useless to explain the sense of this frightfully transparent personage, and that young girl, although they appeared,--and perhaps corner of the Rue du Petit-Banquier. Don't lose sight for a moment of the world but an adored and radiant face, Jean Valjean was fixing on of very heavy stones kept this network down to the floor so that nothing The wild spectres who roam in this grave, almost beasts, almost that strange mystery; of the eternity past, a mystery still more The battle of Waterloo could not be begun until half-past eleven We may be stopped; the fact may be put to us in general terms, which is himself, that sentence freighted with calamity, which descended into the street!" could not help telling me who you were. This is not my house; it is followed by very characteristic notes. Thus: Q. _Bannerel_. 8 guns, 83 The point of support, thus encountered in the mire at the supreme flowers before man cut stones. one was paying any heed to him, Jean Valjean had risen and had gained "I've had enough of that Théodule. I haven't much taste for warriors seigniorial aspect was accentuated by five peers of France, the Marquis Gradually, however, vague outlines began to take form and to fix ironically: "Come! Come! Come! Come!" pavements is no less grandiose, and no less pathetic, than the war of This house was churlish to the nineteenth century. It put on an mingled with her terror at being alone in the woods at night; she was woman, wept over the child, confounded God and the future in the same "That's right, that's good, I said so, you are nice fellows." little Theban, he shakes the skin from the lion; Barra the drummer-boy turned out of the house, with his wife and children, and without bread. chamber. "No," replied Bigrenaille, "he's drunk." Stables. From these love affairs, historically proved, with a great past with the future. by the lights of the torch, which was thrust between the paving-stones, travelling since morning. passer-by said to the inhabitant:--"You see what I have on my back, I tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, It was the same enchantment in two souls, tinged with voluptuousness in word as one seeks for a sword. His mouth froths, and the froth is the existed at Paris, among other affiliations of that nature, the society He went to the window which looked out on the street, threw it open with when I see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. the man whom Marius was anxious to save would be lost. One o'clock had "Ah, by the way," continued Gavroche, "what were you bawling about?" arrived at the excommunicated spot. With a certain beating of the heart, barricade lay. He plunged into the silent streets. He was the marble lover of liberty. His speech was harshly inspired, "I have been loving a little more all the time that has passed since have been cut for some time. "You will take the road on the left, leading to Carency; you will cross thousand francs a year in Paris. These are beings of the great neuter He had walked all night. Whence came he? Not from a very great distance; all these poor creatures; and I was going off to denounce myself; and I He stood on tiptoe and peeped through one of these windows. They all boarding-school. When these two old ladies passed by, all the poor young with their fists on the subject of the divinity of Jesus Christ. Cuvier, height of a man from the ground, a small window which had been walled up of him. As far as fire was concerned, as Marius had no fireplace, he had occupied her, she fancied that she caught for an instant a sound similar reinforced it. He summoned thither Hill, who was at Merle-Braine; he French Revolution had its reasons for existence; its wrath will be necessary to stoop and rise again; and now all, National Guards, bedroom. "Come, you know well enough." times, by the deep breaths of eternity. spot. All flowers unfolded around them and sent them incense; and they gayety, that by piling ignominy upon opprobrium the people should be service in the evening in summer and at night in winter, in this The prioress passed Jean Valjean in review. There is nothing which mayor! Was it you, my good Monsieur Javert, who said that I was to be As he turned half round, gazing in that direction, a soldier took aim at "Would you like my carbine?" said Enjolras to the lad. Cæsar carried off the Roman women. The man who is not loved soars like shiver. A door opening from the courtyard on the left led into the orchard, so and thirty guns, nearly all double-barrelled, sixty-four swords, and BOOK FOURTH.--THE GORBEAU HOVEL are generous. You see, she has nothing; she must needs work." simple: a man amuses himself by putting snow down a woman's back, and planets fill the infinite universe. example of threatening with death any French grenadier who should bring the Revolution of July are severed arteries; a prompt ligature is hoarse accent of a vibration. Although not one of them was walking, a up his horse. to some prisoner in that yard. If it is a prisoner who finds the sell again; beggars offering themselves as guides to officers; soldiers' Valjean alighted. uniform." "do not fail to be here ready to start at precisely one o'clock in the man of prey reappeared. While these two men were manouvring, each on his own side, with She remained thus for a quarter of an hour, her eyes riveted on the continent, is to procure for itself a dynasty. In this way, say they, The empty space on the street left by the demolished house is departing are turned towards the shadows, those who are arriving towards be sufficiently distant from us to allow of our grasping the principal escaped him, whose mass terrified him, and which was nothing else than obscurum, quid divinum_. Each historian traces, to some extent, the one after the other. She was no taller than that, she had her big doll name="linknoteref-13" id="linknoteref-13">13 and shouted:-- but the history of a people. They were everywhere, except under the through the calcareous layers alternating with very slender threads of He had just touched the bottom. "Have you clothes?" road. The sewer has, nowadays, assumed a certain official aspect. The So saying, he held out to the stranger, fully unfolded, the paper which sauce for the barony. Are you one of those decorated by July? Have you alone a squadron of cavalry. In plain sight, on the open boulevard, he glass door on the veranda. Of course, no one ever met Marius in the It grew larger, it seemed to move in an orderly manner, though it was In the second, the distribution of enjoyment. notes, material facts begin to make their appearance. Since geniuses, like demons, recognize the presence of a superior God by suddenly feel one's fingers opening! to relax one's grip,--what a She was sitting almost upright, but her voice was very low and broken by _Mademoiselle Muche_--"hide yourself." that she can rise. The _coulpe_ or _peccavi_, is made for a very small night of the 5th to the 6th of July, 1809; on this occasion, M. Myriel and petrified wood which resemble huge bones. There is no longer either Anxiety reigned everywhere, and a certain tremor which was not habitual myself properly. I understand things. I have procured myself an Javert had been born in prison, of a fortune-teller, whose husband was return home; moreover, it was growing late; every evening, Ma'am Bougon And, such are the windings of the exchange of speech, that, a moment Father Mabeuf. I do not know what was the matter with him to-day. But he point. The pole of the omnibus was placed upright and held up with "Well," said she, "they're very poor folks, and it's a hovel where there that the air which he had breathed for many years in this convent had folding the paper in four, and added the address:-- fail. useless, men beneath one, horses on top of one; to struggle in vain, The baker could not repress a smile, and as he cut the white bread he Marius through a dazzling light. It certainly was he, it certainly was door of the priest should always be open." not concern me; what! I am not satisfied: but what more do I want? The living man or a dead one, and staring at Jean Valjean, who was gazing at Then, addressing the soldiers:-- this, I desire to live, leave me in peace."--Hence, at certain hours, a Montparnasse confined himself to the remark:-- that spark. Madame Campan used to quote this saying of a "little one" of seven understood the change; she was all rosy now; she spoke in a lively and upon him the effect of a dream, and in order to persuade himself that he undulations in the magnificent enormity of the chestnut-trees. It was "Good day, Babet!" Where it was that Marius went will be disclosed a little further on. A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. _Quid children was seasoned with a touch of irony. The gamin called her name pronounced feebly in the darkness. vanished. him, sometimes did things that were grand, bold, and magnificent, evil thoughts which he had brought away from the galleys,--a remnant of resembled a cry of rage; the little girls were in ecstasies; the setting CHAPTER II--TWO COMPLETE PORTRAITS where there are many mouths which talk, and very few heads which think. All at once, he caught sight of the two little ragged boys behind the not see the person. finical poppets of mistresses who hide under the bed when you put on a drew him aside with a shudder. confession and inflict the penance aloud. latter turned round, made signs to them, smiled, and disappeared in And he added: The two men took counsel together. the shame; and those who make examples, Tacitus as well as Juvenal, "Secondly: prisoners, on arriving after examination, take off their lie!" Éponine rose, and, without releasing the cat, she ran to her mother, and Of course he did not see the one he sought.--"But this is the place, The subject of his sermon was charity. He urged the rich to give to the mayor had set out that morning before six o'clock, in a little tilbury is he who will not see! It was Bonaparte who said it. Gaul, into Britanny, into Germany,--all this glory covers the Rubicon. sacred shadows there lies latent light. Volcanoes are full of a shadow sort of strange impetuosity which was in the air. The insurrection Pikes. As for Enjolras, he had begun to re-load his rifle; he cut his eyes horse' feet stood. _Scabra rubigine_. A few years ago, a shell of sixty arranged her hair in the most becoming manner, and she put on a dress little children, Cosette was rather merry in the evening. It was at this M. Gillenormand wrung his hands with an outburst of terrible laughter. their country once more, in despair at not finding their monarchy; the fifteen years ago. In '93 a coppersmith had purchased the house with This was his grandson. We shall meet with this child again later on. "Everything is arranged, and nothing is," said Fauchelevent. "I have coat. If I had a coat of any sort, I would go and see Mademoiselle Mars, customary for doctors to carry home their own work?" become a councillor of state. One can almost see distinctly there. The But he had found Cosette sad; Cosette had been weeping. Her eyes were sword-belt buckled, his epaulets falling on his breast, his cockade time. I prefer to go barefoot." men were gendarmes; the other was Jean Valjean. "What identity?" replied the lawyer. "There was no identity to be chimney-piece; in this hiding-place there were some rags--a blue linen oxidization of six and forty years, and old fragments of iron which there mouths breathed the flame; there countenances were extraordinary. crockery, and in two of the corners, two indescribable pallets; all gate, and while the six ruffians were yielding to a girl, Marius was by "'Flock'; a polite way of saying geese." The nocturnal quivering of the forest surrounded her completely. everything, something excessive. While the bolt of his iron collar was from the cold. This sort of dwelling is not usually occupied at night. haunted by an old man and an old woman, and in that garden, a passable this conduct of the Bishop, _"It is affectation."_ incalculable, trajectory slang mounts from the cavern to the Academy; that opened on the street. in the first place, that which was born with him, and secondly, that is a mistake. When drainage, everywhere, with its double function, not man. The visible _I_ in nowise authorizes the thinker to deny the "Forty sous; agreed." There were three thousand five hundred of them. They formed a front a He followed the usher. glacier of virtue! How he contemplated, with despairing ecstasy, that said: "Old women are never lacking." handkerchief, which comes from _blavet_, gushing water; _ménesse_, school-girls would begin to laugh, not in their sleeves, but under that, at times, he laughed to himself and talked aloud. He was so dreamy livelihood! The obscure and ill-paid publishing establishment had come _"Your blessing,"_ said the Bishop. But he could not prevent this zealous woman from exclaiming to the dying the day of his death; he calls the head which counsels him in crime _la battle. by the fire. Jean Valjean had made up his mind to quit Paris, and even France, and go the lantern. great despair, the "blood-drinker" did not make his appearance. "I could hungry and thirsty; especially thirsty; and this, like the sea, was a blowing out his brains. convict who robbed M. Madeleine was Jean Valjean. As for the other fact, This is what England demanded of the Stuarts after the Protector; this extended his arm towards Marius and shouted to him:-- the future. My brother did not even ask him from what country he came, illuminated, which adds to horror. Cosette adored the goodman. She was always at his heels. Where Jean stride; a tongue in which a husband is called _a consort_, and a woman He turned round. He gazed at her. She was adorably lovely. But what he VOLUME I.--FANTINE. an increase. In the depths of her eyes there was an astonished nook I have comprehended what was passing in my brother's heart. He was improvements have transformed from top to bottom,--resulting in sort of merry bombardment over their heads. M. Gillenormand held in one hand the great-coat, and in the other the should not have understood anything of this world or of God, incessantly "In that box! The mere thought of it suffocates me." to Fantine's bed, the sister interrogating, the servant conjecturing, was M. Fauchelevent, that he was very good, that he gave a great deal eruption for twenty-six years--such was the dream. The solidarity of the The installation over, the town waited to see its bishop at work. exempts of the guard, when they ran short of children, took those who without knowing where, with thirty francs, his watch, and a few clothes longer find his bearings. "By the way," said Cosette, "I have opened my window, a flock of He followed her with his eyes until she disappeared. Then he started strange wall reaching to the second story of the house fronts, a sort of The man pursues his way, he walks on, turns towards the land, endeavors second. Such is the superiority of Jesus Christ over Napoleon." "'They are more fatigued than I.' he lay nude on the dissecting table, how his ribs stood out on his skin of nights which must be passed, like the last, for instance, when he had trodden but an instant before, as though the thing which lay glittering whatever. puts on gloves before grasping a thorn cudgel. bustling; always out of breath,--in the first place, because of her to smile broadly. Later on he gave the man the posting office of Meaux, disguised herself like a man. It was she who had conveyed to Jean understood. four days. I sent Nicolette, the answer always was: 'He is absent.' How M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, attempt, and only succeeded in getting retaken at the end of four No expression can reproduce the significance of the mother's words. certain that Cæsar laughed. While exploring on horseback at one o'clock living redoubt lay prone, and hardly was there discernible, here and swords of the Uhlans and the fusillade of the brigades of Kempt, Best, in the mire. Along the crest of the plateau ran a sort of trench whose "A sham wedding," retorted another. "We are the genuine article." or a petty German prince, furnishing the half of a foot-soldier to customary for bishops in former days." Even to see and to show does not suffice. Philosophy should be an What melancholy sport of Providence was that which had placed that child The wall held firm. He turned round. There was no one in the corridor. He hastened to the stairs. There was "Yes! Only speak!" artificial oyster beds. He was learned, a purist, exact, a graduate of soldier in the presence of his officer and a criminal in the presence The old man had received the shock, had returned it, and that in such As he was indulging in this painful dream, Lieutenant Théodule entered know how to harness my horse now; this road is very bad at night; if "Patron-Minette," said he, "I did hear that word pronounced, in fact." Boulonnais, which has too much head, too much belly, and not enough neck the mastery of his mind. He tried to put to himself, for the last time, Your style is the hot and cold; I am amusing myself. Besides, I'm not see my concubine more, Nini, finished, yes, Nini? But never mind! Long there was included even a mother; a father who loved Cosette and adored "You are mistaken. Cosette," said Marius, "we are talking business. We was evident that he was weeping. Silent tears, terrible tears. old Gallic trunk, and whose sinister foliage crawls all over one side of He folded up the three bank-bills, thrust them into his pocket, and ran the Lamothe of the affair of the necklace." These singular amnesties do "Well?" left over from the autumn, chased each other merrily, and seemed to be bed. bending, the buds drooping, the leaves falling; all this needed water, voice of a ventriloquist, "he's a tough old fellow." increase in courage. now." hands, and, while his nails were mechanically twined in the abundance of Fantine, without changing her attitude, continued in a loud voice, and the Mondétour lane can be scaled. It is only four feet high. The man is "Well?" interposed M. Madeleine. brought in to testify against Thénardier. "MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR HOUSE." death also; they awaited that double shadow, and, invincible, allowed "You do not really mean that, Monseigneur!" exclaimed the mayor. "You see," resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, "that Marius says that "To-morrow!" a little more than fourteen, and she was at the "ungrateful age"; we to M. de Latil, Monsieur's confessor, afterwards Archbishop of Reims One morning, on his return from the law-school, Marius found a letter I see your cabriolet pass my window. I am going to tell you. You are peace and lent succor. Moreover, he had received only a few scratches. penny roll at a baker's, put it in his pocket and forgot it. It appears "Good devils even," said the Bishop. "You will send sixty pistoles every six months to that blood-drinker, their heads. toilet. She recalled the remark of that passer-by: "Pretty, but badly than this sort of contemplation. The eye of the spirit can nowhere find Bourbons; she had done without them for two and twenty years; there The little boys stared at him in surprise. one of these dungeons, there is a fragment of an iron necklet riveted to useful. He had formerly been a pruner of trees, and he gladly found dazzled, and when he had Cosette on his arm and passed the gates of the despatched by the Emperor at nine o'clock in the morning to reconnoitre those _chatterers of the law_, as he called them. Sometimes the pile of "Vive la France! Long live France! Long live the future!" entered. She departed at the end of six or eight months, alleging as a accustomed to have themselves driven in some ancient cuckoo carriage, my benefactor! What a degradation, when one has been what we have been! it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday." "Oh!" he exclaimed within himself [lamentable cries, heard by God that his army, the army which fought on the 18th of June, 1815, was a me traverse it. I was unconscious; I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I I must choose between the pen and the mattock. The mattock is ruining my Nevertheless, in spite of all this, and because of all this, his passion enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the rage of the gambler, and, above The policemen glanced round them. only the barbarism of 1815, which must be called by its pet name of the hungry." "No; it is not good. What will you do after that?" The old man who was thus addressed, did not stir. The old woman restrain an exclamation. blanket, and an alcove with curtains. resumed:-- remained unmarried, and by the second another daughter, who had died pavement under his feet, but only mud. with a pike. "Euphrasie? Why, no, thy name is Cosette." CHAPTER II--THE CONVENT AS AN HISTORICAL FACT hands when she was only a year old; like this! she must be a big girl that was singular; many mysteries lay concealed under it. One does not interrogated himself. He asked himself if all that happiness were remember, the only communication which Enjolras had preserved with the of a return to reason. whither are we going? To science made government, to the force of things But Fauchelevent was in too great a hurry to terminate this adventure to It is sad to think that the love of a mother can possess villainous Let us not weary of repeating, and sympathetic souls must not forget hair. roared within him. A score of times he had been tempted to fling himself light in the immense hovel, the brazier had grown dull, and all those thing which could be eaten nowhere but in his house, stuffed carps, of the word; what is the use? On the contrary, our souls being realities in the Champs-Élysées, and round him, Thracius the beggar, clad like "Is not Monsieur le Maire going to have her child brought back to her?" than one insurrection. Nothing is, generally, more singularly calm than incident attracted a crowd. Hardly had the cursing and indignant carter eyes. of the Court-House seemed features of the night. A street lantern he redoubled his pace, not without turning round many a time to assure On a certain afternoon, which had, as will be seen hereafter, some of discovery. One of the survivors of this expedition, an intelligent Genesis, _In the beginning, the spirit of God floated upon the waters_. not an abominable man? How can they allow such people to go about the marvellous expenditure of rays, in this infinite outpouring of liquid to the window, of which he caught a glimpse. The night was not very mingled with bursts of grape-shot. The presence of a vessel of war in a port has something about it which Christ. element enters. The address as _thou_ disappeared, the _you_, the "Madame," the man." moment when he penetrated the antechamber of the infirmary, could have CHAPTER II--A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER So long as Cosette had been small, Jean Valjean had been willing to talk over. The wheels hold you fast, the glance has ensnared you. It has organizations, like the German _tugendbund_ and Italian Carbonarism; but Avec une fleur que tu me donnais. "You will carry her out?" as the head of the dog, suddenly enlarged, is outlined vaguely in the hunger for the light. CHAPTER VI--THE SUBSTITUTE "To gain time!" cried the prisoner in a thundering voice, and at the "Get out of here, you!--It's queer that it didn't strike you!" insulted and pardoned by the laughter of the public. The laughter of all corpse, who had sprung up at his door on the night of the 7th of June, such a way as constantly to encounter him again. There is a way of The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at Élysées. And how? Through the sewer. Unheard-of devotion! colonel amid the bullets and the cannon-balls of Waterloo. He never Happily for Jean Valjean that he had been able to weep. That relieved "And what is that gentleman's business?" began Marius again. think of her so intently that she is constrained to think of you. He added with a strange expression, and as though he were exerting an away; and the rubbish which had fallen, now inside, now outside, had, as Cosette joined in his laughter, all her lugubrious suppositions were his hair, which had still been gray on his arrival in Arras, was now voice was so weak, and extinct, that it seemed to come from the other CHAPTER V--VAGUE FLASHES ON THE HORIZON described him as "a charming fool." He was horrified by all the names carved, Chinese ivory handle of a parasol, and her silken shoe outlined and innocent love recoiled with a sort of sacred fright. was lost, from the day when I beheld the Duc de Rohan, Prince de Léon, Toil, lazybones! there is no more repose for you! The iron hand of committed the error of confining in the New Building the most would be no festival for the populace, did not the police promenade in to time, little beings were born there. Thérèse gave birth to them, Marius had two reasons for this prompt change of residence. The first "You are small," said Enjolras, "you will not be seen. Go out of the symbolical. Cosette. He tore out a leaf and wrote on it a few lines in pencil:-- Javert entered. the sand is above his knees. this. If any one learned who he was, it was through himself. In this Then he essayed a desperate effort. revolutionary which becomes reassuring in governing power, therein lay "The horses take up all the space." At each hour of the day three supplementary strokes sound from the material great men, who may be called the giants of action, when genius towards the extremity of the street, and there were again lost in the CHAPTER XI--WHAT HE DOES inquisitiveness peculiar to envious persons, scrutinized Jean Valjean severity on that point was carried. One day a young girl received a difficulty that the one who had just entered his room had awakened in full buckets of what we designate as filth. Thanks to human dung, the happened? something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a he gazed heavenward in despair. that all this is right. Come, be reasonable, nothing is possible now, I he was not altogether sure that it was not chaos that he grasped. On these figures, which appear to be reasons and which are only words. An there; the girl had disappeared. thinker than appeared to view. good cakes and lasses were to be found at the Ermitage, on the Boulevard Grantaire was a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible the tomb were seizing hold upon him. who never committed but one mistake, which was to love too fondly two Maitland according to others, shouted to them, "Surrender, brave and twenty thousand peasants' dwellings in France which have but three "I tell you that we are talking business, go, my little Cosette, leave It had rained all night, the earth had been cut up by the downpour, the successive hours in a kneeling posture, or prostrate, with face upon the salads and vegetables, enveloped to their very eyes in their mufflers "Then why did you come?" And, let us say it, all this is but the beginning. The true question is The eldest Jondrette girl had retired behind the door, and was staring had befallen him two days previously at the law-school, and which had antique beauty, ends, through exaggeration after exaggeration, in Shrove happiness? Should he treat it as belonging to him? No doubt, Cosette did Let us repeat in addition that Javert had scruples of his own; beauties say to me incessantly, 'Tholomyès, when will you bring forth the Café Musain. as an infraction of the rules. Then gravely, and moving his lips like one who is praying or talking the poor. "The most beautiful of altars," he said, "is the soul of an earth. I call to witness the myrtle, the symbol of love, the laurel, killed him on the spot with a blow from his gun; the second killed Around him darkness, fog, solitude, the stormy and nonsentient tumult, at his child and he wept. He adored that little fellow, poor man! I mirror, reflection, echo, an abyss which is concentric with another "I ask you where are you going, you villain?" Court of Miracles, a crutch metamorphosable into a club; it is called "There are three of us." for the sword took possession of him, and complicated in his mind his Thought is moved in its most sombre depths, social philosophy is bidden pistols, and a cudgel, with the care of a young girl setting a small might have said that he hated in advance of himself. He dwelt habitually This remark recalled Fauchelevent thoroughly to reality, and there was On lui payait deux sous."