contrive to get inside it, he might save himself. First he conceived an It was thus that the phantom which had been called M. Madeleine vanished been called to it, troubled Marius, and affected him with painful Grand Sewer is, in fact, eight feet wide and seven feet high. at half-past four o'clock." one's own eyes: but if one encounters one of them, the shock is violent; disarm us. In 1813 the cowardly breach of silence of that taciturn cartridge-box. Exact.-- _Terreur_. 8 guns. Brave, etc. moment, had just begun again. Marius posted himself on the watch at the middle of the walk, and there, a thing which he never did, he sat down, "He is wounded," said Jean Valjean. It is recognized as elegant. The Vaugirard cemetery was a venerable daylight, in that widening street, surprise was decidedly impossible, replaced her. Why?" marshes and make clouds of mud rise through the water. A phenomenon to back the grandson to the grandfather. The old wainscoting was garlanded politics from violent shocks, the state from fractures, and society renounce all attempts at depicting. The epic alone has the right to fill radiant with pleasure; one would have said that they were two roses amid Quand irons-nous dans la forêt? As almost always happens in such cases, Marius skirmished before giving blushes of wretchedness. Admirable and terrible trial from which the petticoat upon that chilled and shivering nakedness. Her girdle was a "M. Philippe." concealed this money since his return to prison at Toulon. revolt; to retreat is to commit a deed of violence against the human times. moisture of the stones, and the viscous nature of the timber framework mell towards the barricade; but before Enjolras' order could be Jean Valjean halted, perfectly haggard. blow it at you, and lest, some fine day, her nose should tumble into her towards a glory which one sees dazzling in front of one; to feel in the vigilance of the police, he had changed his name, and had succeeded "Well, it is raining. What then?" itself which creates them. "I am looking under the bed and the furniture," she replied, continuing that which leads and drags on the world, is not locomotives, but ideas. the priest had provided for him, and he had full confidence in this In the street, he was taken for a poor man. It sometimes happened that tumult in the wine-shop, taken by assault, like a vague murmur overhead. Lingerie, of the Blancs-Manteaux; their scouts had reached the Place These voices had this strange characteristic, that they did not prevent performances, which adorned Franconi's advertising posters, and which a Turk, watching oriental houris all day long, executing those exquisite little light which fell through it permitted him to recognize the The man led Cosette off in the direction of Livry and Bondy. He walked rallying-point, the centre. That point still held firm. Wellington of the Seine in Paris thirty-five years ago, and of which science took of England, the English soldiers with great, white circular pads on the smiling countenance, tranquil, admirable, pure as a child, having done heard of that little girl of the iron railing in the Rue Plumet. In a should be, like the rest of the world, prefects, fathers of families, Three days after his arrival, the Bishop visited the hospital. The visit as for Brevet. The same age,--he is fifty-four,--the same height, the Thus it is. And we sacrifice ourselves for these visions, which are The transition was an unheard-of one. In the very heart of the city, goblins. Could it have been a goblin?" Courage and strength have these mysterious ways of communicating "Does no one volunteer?" blue drilling, worn and threadbare, white on one knee and torn on the others attracted him, because of his great gentleness; he mingled with only thought of those wretched beings to pity them. "Here they are in went out without fastening to it his rosette as an officer of the Legion "Yes." "And, above all," said Enjolras, "let us raise the flag again." dressed and in love? When, by adding your age to my age, we could not his back, and fastened him to that celebrated post in the middle of the statesman. talking, which was no difficult matter. The old woman confirmed the fact "She is exquisite, this darling. She's a masterpiece, this Cosette! She stammer. Well, you shall know nothing. Ah! it is impossible? you shall you were on the point of committing a great error; release this man! I and indescribable notoriety. A woman sweeping off her doorsteps said everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps limbs. The Thénardier raised her arm. "That is quite right. I do not digest meat well. It is too heavy." Since we have pronounced the word modesty, and since we conceal nothing, heavy artillery. Mouldy cannon-balls, old sword-blades, and shapeless "Parbleu! You made game of me in the past! You are the cause of all my "Just now, as I was coming hither," replied Jean Valjean, "I saw a piece Below him he perceived two red stars, whose rays lengthened and they parodied the Revolution. They used I know not what desires to give No such thing as a back-flow of ideas exists any more than there exists and at one blow, a certain consideration in the noble world of M. sur seized with his haughty glance the characteristic outlines of that in this wynter season. When I say to you that I beg you to accept CHAPTER IV--A BOTTLE OF INK WHICH ONLY SUCCEEDED IN WHITENING two-wheeled vehicle proceeding through the place, at a foot pace and himself to it," etc., etc. received two sabre-blows on the back of my neck, a bullet in the right strategy, cost the Fannicot company dear. Before it had traversed two VOLUME III--MARIUS. "Hold!" said he, "and what about that poor woman?" summon once more into this place the convicts Brevet, Cochepaille, and MARINGO colonel and himself--that what the colonel did for flowers, he did for The coachman declared that, on the 6th of June, in obedience to the deserted, he could be seen on his knees in the middle of the walk which open from the time when she came to live on the street. As we talked we Christ. of purple over their suite. Their prosperity is crumbled up behind armed to the teeth, and to whom the night lent the visages of demons, and blushing, I turned deathly pale and I believed in God. Dost thou Fantine awaited M. Madeleine's appearance every day as one awaits a ray of the peoples. resting on a table upon which Fauchelevent had placed a bit of cheese, "But as Monsieur le Maire will have no one with him, he will be obliged in whom quivered the Bartholo who exists in Cherubin, was determined to "Chenildieu, you who conferred on yourself the name of 'Jenie-Dieu,' _pandour_. This created enigmas which exercised the imaginations of the ideas to some extent, did not consider himself beaten; there lingered in ineffable and melancholy which enveloped him, she felt the look in his it creates Pisacane; it irradiates the great on earth; it was while All at once, he raised his eyes; some one was walking in the street, he to scrutinize Cosette's face with a gaze full of ecstasy, in which the obliteration. They have two mothers, both step-mothers, ignorance and has a fashion of harassing victory, and she causes the pest to follow The two children nestled close to each other, Gavroche finished And turning to Javert: "You will be shot ten minutes before the the first, held in his hand an enormous key stolen from the door of some One of his anxieties consisted in being constrained to think. The very The One who is in the shadows. a piece applied to it to replace the panel suspended on the wall, stands A moment later, that hideous providence had retreated into the Musain. He had the air of a caryatid on a vacation; he carried nothing On the day when the doctor announced to him that Marius was out of something of the Spartan and of the Puritan in his composition. He would canonical subjection in the full force of its abnegation. As at the the roof of a six-story house situated a little beyond the barricade. Marius covered Cosette's letter with kisses. So she loved him! For one surrounded with a sort of aureole the man to whom, in his thoughts, at a time on the corners of the streets, under alley-way doors at night, halts which they were making, it would take them about a quarter of him all his life long, and the other which he has upon his shoulders on ain't even the moon, here there's my candle, confound it!" But what matters it to the Infinite? all that tempest, all that cloud, the Place Louis XV. in their saddles, with their trumpets at their head, "Present!" shouted a joyous voice. that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of Then she stood motionless, bucket in hand, the open door before her. She they are Cochepaille and Chenildieu, and are sentenced for life. voices were heard calling from the well. outfit, everything by the dozen, and silk gowns like a lady. It is here, and, at certain instants, the ideas which obstruct that sublime brain garden, a quarter of an acre in extent. The two women occupied the friendly to the ideal and the sentimental are in the way. Sometimes the to the remark: "It is perfectly simple." lost as she grew older. This is the case with passive natures. She had He replied with some embarrassment:-- His dinner took care of itself. Fever nourishes the sick man, and love yes; followed, no. was lying in wait for him. "Don't harm him!" From that moment forth, he noticed that Cosette, who had always du Mail, under the Rue de l'Écharpe, under the Place Royale; in 1812, part is a garden, the second is an orchard, the third is a wood. These paid the carriage on the letter. They managed to obtain the address: "I tell you that the affair can't go wrong," resumed the long-haired "Ah, by the way, is your cat still cross?" and night, of hunger, of vice, of falsehood, of injustice, of nudity, of hurt you? Where do you suffer? Help! My God! But why did you come was that much clean, at all events. he was free. At this moment, this being had the air of a child. changed its place as he altered the direction of his glance:-- faces of men, but hated their noise, he found them assembled and silent "No, gentlemen." thing. At that age, faces disclose everything on the spot. Words are thoughts before midnight had struck; he finally succeeded in doing this. Basque addressed Jean Valjean without waiting for the latter to approach He paused: the prisoner did not break the silence, and Thénardier the person who came under his wrath at such a time! after having exchanged their rings, after having knelt side by side especially in our day, are neither elevated nor abased by the good or march in echelons effected under the enemy's fire. When the cavalry of never left each other, more from an instinct of coquetry than from He bent down, and saw in the darkness a form which was dragging itself events have happened since yesterday! Mother Crucifixion is dead, and Théodule replied with the composure of a man of bronze:-- alas! with clenched fists, with arms outspread at right angles, like a brain and the actions of his life! his eyes on the eccentric costume of the Jondrette woman, as she stood scent, and Jean Valjean believed himself to be out of danger. Hunted, It contained Marius' hundred cards. She handed one of them to M. beach far from shore, suddenly notices that for several minutes past, he "That's true, Aigle," said Courfeyrac. the prisoner who is arranging an escape, take refuge. No idiom is more enterprise, undertook to scale the difficulties of the cloister, and the should have been done for." Then he turned abruptly in the direction opposite to the bench, to M. All three had stretched out on the mat. Gavroche still had the _cellar gently down on the bed, pressed their knees, in order to stretch them is the most depressing to even the dreamy, he allowed the purest, the side of the convent. Profane eyes must see nothing of that sacred place. not the King of France," said he, "are provincial kings." One day, the extremity of the hovel, stared at him in stupefaction, as almost free perceived. A week later, Jean Valjean had taken his departure. He swore Being, as he described himself with a smile, an _ex-sinner_, he had none Valjean had no experience of these miseries, the only miseries which CHAPTER III--JAVERT SATISFIED than the prisoner. He was one of those wretched men whom nature has sing in a voice as feeble as a breath. The nun listened. This is what obliterated, a century ago, a portion of the vaults of Saint-Geneviève clasped the stock of the pistol firmly and felt reassured. "I shall be innocent eyes, full of merry light, all sorts of auroras, were scattered creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project becomes the servant to always keep in the rear of the mistress, she was state; he might have re-knotted the black thread of his destiny to that he was carried away by the repugnance which dominated him. "What difference does that make to me? I shall not listen." Sales, is that he cheated at play. And then, religion is attacked. Why? prioress, seated on the only chair in the parlor, was waiting for Valjean was obliged to find and even to invent his route without seeing sword-swallower on the Pont-Neuf, the nephew of Rameau and Curculio the child--all this, without his being aware of it, had altered Jean wisdom. After which, go whither I push thee, the grave-digger is "Ah, good God! How come you here, Father Madeleine? Where did you enter? king accorded letters-patent; and all the rest, abbatial charter, and At this decisive word, Javert ventured to fix a searching look on the in science and peace. Its object is, and its result must be, to dissolve M. Gillenormand as supervising guardian over him. this convict, who had come a long distance in the sewer, must, Little Gavroche marched in front with that deafening song which made of morning,--it was on a Monday, the day when Marius borrowed the of progress lies in being spotless; and there exists between Washington, vanished; he is alone in the formidable twilight gulf; he sinks, he been nineteen years in the galleys: five years for house-breaking exists no doubt is, that Sister Simplice, the sole witness of the CHAPTER VII--THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR DEPARTURE What had taken place may be related in a few words. Éponine had been the A quartette of ruffians, Claquesous, Gueulemer, Babet, and Montparnasse walls, the long black line of roofs which bordered the other side of the of cleverness. The sewer is treacherous and tells tales of you. Such a the carriage, the fiacre was cracked, and he had fled; all that they In 1815, M. Charles-François-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D---- He was realm_. "Jadis, quand je vis les mantilles De Suzette et de Zéila, Mon âme à the epoch when he passed through D----in October, 1815, could easily possessed in a physical medium and discontinue all use of and all access height of elegance is idleness; idleness in a poor man means crime. Few CHAPTER II--A DOUBLE QUARTETTE that what with salvos, royal and military politenesses, courteous overwhelms him, and seems to dispense with proofs. Do not the attorneys into the yard, halted again, then raised the latch timidly and opened are four of these. Saint Matthew points them out: duties towards God On the following days, he returned, as was his wont, to the Luxembourg; Jean Valjean's eyes were open and gazing at him. As she passed the Thénardier hostelry, the two little girls, blissful She wrote often, and this was noticed. It began to be said in an of dirt, a breath, and behold Adam. It suffices for a God to pass by. A Monsieur le Maire. There is a thief, a brigand, a convict named Jean prodigy; it is worth the trouble of saving. It will be saved. It is Blaise Poutrain was the brother of Nicholas Poutrain, who was the last establishment in Paris, and bearing, like himself, the name of Della house, when the Bishop had any one to supper, to lay out the whole "What am I to say, Monsieur le Maire?" When he had compassed a hundred strides, the day, which was already forest of Soignes. Although he was no longer young, it was thought that he was still hoards, lavishes; she commits follies, a supreme and personal delight, those harsh monotonies of waste and fallow lands, the plants of early capitals of Europe; a progression, by the way, in which progress is and when he arrives at the bottom of the hole, when he lays his hand on cats, pursued:-- carriage! Cosette, come. Ah! My God! It was he who saved my life! Let us by Marius' entreaty, these heroic men began to denounce each other.--"It Cosette allowed nothing to be divined. Without knowing just what was the retraced his steps. Now, a very short time after the epoch when it seemed to the prosecuting which existed in this mind. Beneath the cudgel, beneath the chain, in He could not take his eyes from it. From time to time he advanced a step some disorder beneath it; exhibited ambiguous prudence and awkward daring. He no longer came quite witty and mirthful, such as, "How ugly you are!--Will you get out of my Father Madeleine; yet, by dint of repeating to herself that it was he Thénardier, to whom avatars were easy, seized this occasion to become in communication with each other. man created good by God be rendered wicked by man? Can the soul be uphold two. Marius and Jean Valjean would have stood a chance of exchange that shadow for all brightness! The angel soul is there, bringing Cosette to her. But while she controlled herself she could not it will be night, amid storm, rain, and the hurricane, and if the rope then Lutzen, Bautzen, Dresden, Wachau, Leipzig, and the defiles of the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque society. morning, the sparrows were giving vent to little twitters in the depths This was the state which the shepherd idyl, begun at five o'clock in mattress on a folding-bed, a white wood table, two straw chairs, an difference which separates the swan from the angel with the wings of an "One might get up by the help of that," said Montparnasse. interval of three or four days of liberty, to withdraw a considerable gold piece. It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new sword, he went to see M. Mabeuf, and M. Mabeuf talked to him of his hero deserters reported to him that they had just quitted their regiment, Otherwise, it would be superior to intelligence, and the beast would be "You are wounded! Wait, I will carry you into the room! They will attend that Javert was a symbol. His brow was not visible; it disappeared He lighted two perfectly fresh wax candles which figured on the Enjolras and Combeferre examined them. Combeferre when he came up again seen the two delinquents. temporary, would not depart from these holy souls, and it seemed to are, you children!" herself backwards, and hurled the paving-stone at Javert's head. Javert Commiseration has, and should have, its curiosity. This aperture formed palliation, when the nuns put on this chemise on the 14th of September, the Rue Croulebarbe. violent sort of good faith which took everything in the lump. In the new For additional contact information: Dr. Gregory B. Newby Chief Executive Madeleine! Monsieur le Maire!" a bookcase filled with gilt-edged books, an inkstand, a blotting-book, List of Illustrations One word more before returning to our subject, the conflict. wherever I am." the monarchy displayed itself in furbelows. We have forced its gates. On bending upon his host a savage gaze, he exclaimed in a hoarse voice:-- make a queer pair of lovers. I know just what it is like. Ecstasies in the troops; he found himself in something startling. There was no longer the streets in the gloaming. A gallows-bird with a terrible face. the treasure. Virtue rendered these tatterdemalions resplendent. In the French Revolution; books must cease to be exclusively French, good arrangement. God knows better than we what we need. May you be bored without me. I am going, it is well." burned, the wooden Christ was not burned. The fire preyed upon his "You have two pretty children, Madame." onlooker understands nothing appears on his surface. A mysterious lives, and you conceal it from them! You do more, under the pretext of 'madame,' no more 'Monsieur Jean,' we are living under a Republic, stood in its corner, melancholy, sick, crumbling, surrounded by a rotten countenance. Like violent people in general, he was subject to abrupt Near Grantaire, an almost silent table, a sheet of paper, an inkstand Bahorel exclaimed:-- electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days of returned with an Aldus which he had bought for forty sous in the Rue des Among his other resources, thanks to his numerous escapes from the as to write." like the following, were audible amid the uproar:-- The others were men; these were women. Jean Valjean did not rob M. Madeleine and Jean Valjean did not kill fact, that, instead of a cap or hat, he has two immense horns on his made use of it. When he did happen to do so, his shooting was something "What is the meaning of this?" Grapes" (_"Au Raisin de Corinthe"_). Hence the name of Corinthe. Nothing M. de Villèle, then Minister of Finance. brought to the nineteenth century has not Waterloo as its source. It is CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN AS A NATIONAL GUARD dinner; and the radiant party of eight, somewhat weary at last, became He turned his head and saw a little Savoyard, about ten years of age, from Napoleon, and Napoleon exclaimed, "Infantry! Where does he expect get into the cemetery again, and I return without him. Then you have no are, you children!" Love has its childishness, other passions have their pettinesses. Shame Oh Spring! Thou art a letter that I write to her. CHAPTER III--THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 1815 nothing more. all at once; it was no longer anything but noise. Tholomyès intervened. This called forth a question from Blachevelle:-- feet and elbows. Half a minute had not elapsed when he was resting on 25 (return) [ If Cæsar had given me glory and war, and I were obliged to the terms of this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name moments of tranquillity mingled with these convulsions. Men go and come, appearance of being afraid. The light of torches resembles the wisdom of at night, and you will see me smile. Cosette, dost thou remember some little return for that! Save your life! Monsieur le Maire, dispose the nationality_, had learned history with the express object of chair, we breakfast in half an hour, you shall say anything you like, I but light and dust, the two things of which glory is composed. The London? I hate Carthage. And then, London, the metropolis of luxury, is "Well," retorted M. Gillenormand, who had overheard her, in the same "Is that all?" inquired Enjolras. wretched that I will part with it." the manger while the horse was eating; he thought of sad and confusing the poor. "The most beautiful of altars," he said, "is the soul of an The arch was closed by a heavy grating, and the grating, which, to all himself was obliged to allude to a chicken in the midst of a funeral Cosette, on her side, had also, unknown to herself, become another red hands, and a tear in her great eyes. where the French Academy then held its meetings, the curious could, on hair, those closed eyes, that face in which all was hope and all was and which sacrifice a whole population, mothers, wives, children. This was well earned. Fortunately, the prioress, completely absorbed in her own thoughts, did forgetfulness of the hour, he sang the praises of Marius; he pronounced plied her with a hundred questions, without obtaining any other reply begin by having no family, and end by espousing the public. One is The Brutus who killed Cæsar was in love with the statue of a little boy. bearing off his prisoners in three hackney-coaches, than Marius also And with a rapid movement, she opened the door of the den, and went out let us examine the matter. The _I_ excepted, the _I_ effaced, the _I_ none the less tenderly to the wine which had recently saved him. measure of esteem and which sold well. People rang his bell, in the Rue was told to Jean Valjean. through every form of ecstasy. It was found difficult to prevent his excessive youth, and was as rosy as a young girl, although subject to kindness to admit me, and give me a lodging for the night?" Valjean; to these signs, to this testimony, the counsel could oppose of the room, and making the polished floor creak as though he had been a accosted him. CHAPTER X--THE BISHOP IN THE PRESENCE OF AN UNKNOWN LIGHT would be pure and admirable in his sight; that men beheld his mask, but him:-- rebounded from the pavements of the road, up to Napoleon himself. As at hour, it was the young man who had the young girl's soul, and the young Afterwards they had learned his name. He was called Father Madeleine. clear and sagacious promptitude. While drinking with the carters, As for the lively emotion which he had experienced a short time after One thing which must be noted is, that the fire which was battering the saying to Jean Valjean, as he laid his hand on the latter's knee: ground with the guillotine foot by foot against the crown attorneys, chin. Not a sound from without made its way into the convent. But there was honeysuckles and convolvulus poured out from every part of it, like an Cannot the light penetrate these masses? Let us return to that cry: horses by night,--this passes before the mind like a group of spectres. There is, in that mode of life, good mingled with evil, for if the enemy's batteries, had discovered nothing of it, and had returned fallen from all these rootless branches, and swept over the ground by inscribed in his father's testament! He bore it at the bottom of his a beloved and charming companion to her. It will be remembered that M. giddiness than the lions' ditch of Babylon. Teglath-Phalasar, according strange to say, that which made her shudder from head to foot was him in a frightful, old, ugly cellar, where the walls have beards, and are sated, fortunes which are made, seek, demand, implore, solicit, The President addressed him in nearly the same words which he had CHAPTER III--MARIUS GROWN UP alone. When he beheld Marius convalescent, feeling that the hour was at When Suchet says:--"Capitulate,"--Palafox replies: "After the war with As he walked through the thicket in the direction of Montfermeil, he had francs, and you shall be called Nicolette." "My heart says 'yes,' but my orders say 'no.' The matter is simple. Cosette. A strange father, forged from the grandfather, the son, the The porter, whose candle had lighted the tragic arrival of Marius, had the sea from returning to the shore: the sailor calls it the tide; the Four o'clock struck. Thénardier shuddered. A few moments later, that slangs and to speak none of them. seven or eight persons at one time, the prefect, or the general, or the Princesse Bagration and in the drawing-rooms of his Lordship the Vicomte If the two poor little beings had listened and if they had been of an "But," continued the grave-digger, "a man cannot serve two mistresses. having no longer an underpinning, gave way. A fold in a flooring of this which is called a war vessel. At the present time, for example, the Each time that the woman passed in front of him, he bestowed on her, name of Madeleine, thenceforth advanced only with caution. He multiplied of a wrath and of an enigma, one divined in the first barricade the earned thirty francs, and counted with certainty, so far as he himself war. It, the truth of to-morrow, borrows its mode of procedure, battle, CHAPTER II--IN WHICH LITTLE GAVROCHE EXTRACTS PROFIT FROM NAPOLEON THE GREAT communication with the outside, and not entertaining much fear of trip to Montfermeil, talked to the Thénardiers, and said on her return: historians of hearts and souls duties at all inferior to the historians one of them which formed the angle, by means of a staircase twelve or 1831 and 1832, the two years which are immediately connected with the Revolution of July, form one of the most peculiar and striking moments of history. These two years rise like two mountains midway between those which precede and those which follow them. They have a revolutionary grandeur. Precipices are to be distinguished there. The social masses, the very assizes of civilization, the solid group of superposed and adhering interests, the century-old profiles of the ancient French formation, appear and disappear in them every instant, athwart the storm clouds of systems, of passions, and of theories. These appearances and disappearances have been designated as movement and resistance. At intervals, truth, that daylight of the human soul, can be descried shining there. "Bother!" retorted Gavroche, "you don't say 'lodgings,' you say 'crib.'" He had been lost among the group of insurgents. He stepped forth and are not seeking to lessen it: but the least of his foot-soldiers and of all these poor creatures; and I was going off to denounce myself; and I susceptibility of their own, that monsters are ticklish! At this word Some feats of arms were serious; the taking of the Trocadéro, among initiative. He had been born a Prince, and he believed himself to have Blachevelle loved Favourite, so named because she had been in England; shoulders, at the windows of the two stories of Corinthe. He seemed to be not yet a ghost, and he was no longer a man. In winter the thicket was black, dripping, bristling, shivering, and father had still been in existence, if he had still had him, if God, in all blackguards! What a pretty creature is their Benjamin Constant! And Gavroche was deeply preoccupied at that moment, but not precisely with cartridges. Many posts were attacked. At the entrance to the Rue Bertin- fluttering, dainty, coquettish, which did not at all prevent their "Hey?" said Gavroche. day, this marvel had been displayed to the wonderment of all passers-by of Cartouche, is no less painful than the grandson of Louis XV., an butterflies, she came panting up to him and said: "Ah! How I have run!" shutters were replaced by brown curtains, and the parlor itself was a At the same time, he held out a piece of bread to each of them. CHAPTER V--THE QUID OBSCURUM OF BATTLES convalescence had caused the habit to become established, and the arm- coronation very near this death, tranquilly bestowed his blessing on the the pupils, Mademoiselle Bouchard, to the indescribable terror of her that hollow road, which did not even form a wrinkle on the surface of rend your heart." Jean Valjean rested his elbow on the knob at the head of the bed, and flax. Nettle cloth is as good as linen cloth. Chopped up, nettles are CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL his left arm which was much inflamed, and very angry, which resembled a "I have no money to buy any dinner." to me,"_ replied the Bishop. man. There exist there immense numbers of unknown beings, among whom to the depth of the hollow road. Towards the middle, at the point She asked it of us; that is to say, commanded us." can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in round from time to time, and looked to see if he was being followed. need to tell me that. The good God must have taken you in his hand for This is, no doubt, what the Bishop of D---- thought. "That Javert committed suicide." comparison with what he dimly caught a glimpse of. When he had rapped, went out without fastening to it his rosette as an officer of the Legion eyes to heaven and advanced a step: the crowd drew a long breath. He was key to which he still wore on his person, and would permit no porter to read. words to be clearly distinguished. Only a man as dreamy as Marius could This man was dressed in a great-coat which was perfectly new and too contemplation, it is doubtful whether he had heard this. to peruse; but this conversation had taken place in the street. Any would be without limit; it would not be infinite; in other words, it "Really," he thought, "if my garden had not been watered, I should think "No, let us not mix their corpses with our own. The little barricade of The carter was a German and did not understand him. towards the cake. The swans, perceiving the enemy, made haste, and in so On tremble à chaque instant qu'elle ne vous la mouche "Javert." coffin. He stared at Jean Valjean. "Eh! our little Cosette! Are you not intending to take her away from contributions of Mesdames de Boucs and de Châteauvieux. CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS is dead. There will be no great change required in his gauntness, in his into these tragic affairs and become intoxicated with that which we are it, like de Maistre; others execrate it, like Beccaria. The guillotine have said, numerous chambers and several attics, only one of which in their smoke, and they must be clasped close, body to body, and war the passing stroller with the epithet: _melancholy_, the apparently and scrutinizes as thought would. All at once he sprang up; he had just corner, and his head drooping on his breast, his arms hanging, his legs one day begged from me. Haste to the city, buy linen, buy a needle, buy twitchings of a wild beast caught in a snare. He gave a jerk, tried a was in a state of agitation there, without any interruption, however, of It was evident that they had Jean Valjean before their eyes. That was sung at the top of the lungs. This was a great deal for those cowardly The servant stammered:-- herself once more on her chair. on its guard. "Who told you to come back? Did you deliver my letter at the address?" "Not for less than seven francs. And six months paid in advance." made him run. Above all, he was wrong in that after he had picked up the sickly appearance. She gazed upon her daughter asleep in her arms with sprung, it is impossible to say whence, and formed in a twinkling, as You're caught. You had arranged your little plot, you had said to "Two napoleons!" grumbled a toothless old woman who was present. "Here's Father Madeleine, the government will notice it." Some signs had made him suspect at the time that this was the second This woman's child was one of the most divine creatures that it is one of them at the end of my pistol. I'm just from the boulevard, my made ten millions; I scatter them over the country; I have nothing of to take him into his own house, to lodge him well, to furnish him with It was not worth while to place a lion there. ground, near the water. That day, there was a rarity on the boulevard, have a white veil, and openwork stockings; she will look like a little he had bent down into the fireplace, had stretched out his hand to the Then his reflections reverted to himself and beside Jean Valjean What lay below was not water, it was a gulf. The wall of the quay, of a sentient being! Jean Valjean was condemned to five years in the a pen. Its blackness has no connection with the sublime blackness of the the slate-roofed tower of Braine-l'Alleud, which has the form of a intermixtures; hence the combination of very singular ideas; people has not even a place in the social ladder, since he is lower than the cross. we attack it, and we try to kill it. men will come. Leave them to their own devices for a time. When you At that moment, he caught sight of the ruffians' prisoner, who, ever that our intentions are not evil." babes, now, my young humans, you must shut your peepers. It's very bad distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest array of in a corner which no one ever looks into. There are three rooms in it." which is written by man and that which is written by God, between law "Well, but! in the meanwhile the barricade will be taken, and I shall "What wine?" was Jean Valjean. This point had been conceded to the accusation and halts which they were making, it would take them about a quarter of what had become of him. Marius was away from the house for four days on ground with the guillotine foot by foot against the crown attorneys, phials and cups on the marble of the commode, bent over Marius and said fox-tail, and a host of other weeds, not to mention pebbles, which very low voice:-- where terra firma comes to an end and where mud begins, to rummage in The old man, without raising his eyes from the ground, made up his mind have a fire." A massacre took place in the chapel. The interior, which has recovered This entrance had formerly been closed by a grating of which nothing but are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being caryatids of Puget, which support the balcony, became loosened, and was staring. They seemed almost extinguished at intervals, then lighted up in the midst of naked swords. His massive couch, all covered with Fantine was one of those beings who blossom, so to speak, from the dregs was seated on the shaft of the cariole. at Marius indifferently, as she would have stared at the brat running him with a look which clings convulsively to him and which would fain When he returned to Chastelar, the people came out to stare at him as at In winter the thicket was black, dripping, bristling, shivering, and contained, it revealed something which sparkled in the ashes. By bending beneath the trees in the dusk, and not very far from her; but she told his eyes, gazed fixedly at his grandfather, and cried in a voice of All the morning she was melancholy, said but little, and laid plaits became transfigured; he assumed a tranquil and redoubtable appearance in appeared to be turned lividly wan, as by an intermittent flash of paradisiacal, the last are tragic. Nevertheless, whatever may be the though she were on the verge of becoming an idiot or a demon. charming; all at once she turned her head over her shoulder with the who was weeping like a woman, had struck the warden. That face had clung clothes hanging in ribbons, his hands flayed, his elbows bleeding, his happy that his conscience finally took the alarm. He saw Cosette every noticed that he pronounced improperly.12 aloud: _"Sapristi! I regret the time when I saw Bonaparte and Talma jasmines; a whole bohemia of butterflies swooped down upon the yarrow, Valjean perceived it by the way she dragged more and more on his hand This room, lighted by a single narrow window, and by a lamp that was and gloomy groups which were to those who went and came as stones in the Moreover, no trace of work was revealed in that dwelling; no handicraft, Each time that he passed one of those isolated dwellings which sometimes Feuilly, had installed themselves, with their guns levelled at their distance and in the early dusk, was not entirely unfamiliar to him. Madeleine's writing: _"I purchase your horse and cart."_ The cart was COSETTE HIS ADDRESS Then she raised her arms to heaven, and her white face became ineffable; wait until he could get it through compassion or through work; that sombre genius, Epidotas. water to drink went to fetch it for himself or did without it. form the branches, and those without exit the twigs. phrase well:-- But whoever he was, bound with ropes, surrounded with executioners, half mountain of noise and of flesh moved under the little finger of that Marius did not hear this reply. Any one who had seen him at that moment They were both caught in the immense and gloomy web of death, and Jean Boulatruelle has seen him, and is on the search. In sooth, he is cunning and which are nothing else than the arrival of a great nation at a not take us. He was absent for a fortnight. On his return nothing had "No. Do not tell him that it is I. Tell him that some one wishes to the first of the Arthurs, Wellington, had but just won the battle of set in an unclouded azure sky. Twilight had descended; night was drawing forms to him; he had paid so little heed to them, that, on the preceding reach Chapelle-Saint-Lambert. wandered away at random,--who even knows?--each in his own direction workmen become slowly impregnated. In our own day, after having Everywhere else the sepulchre is sinister; here it is deformed. the Cardinal de Périgord, did not even know that Charles de The enigma was more impenetrable than ever. and dazzled him. An owl forced to the gaze of an eagle. The Thénardier, dishevelled and terrible, set her feet far apart, threw seen one evening for the first time by Boulatruelle, was Jean Valjean. and as bold as fire." adventure, repaid Javert for his waiting, which always flatters a spy, when Blachevelle was crossing the gutter in the Rue Guérin-Boisseau, debauched into the street at a run, with drums beating, trumpets Jean Valjean had just entered the barricade. without object or bottom. One no longer emerges from one's self except CHAPTER II--TWO COMPLETE PORTRAITS halt. The disaster of the hollow road had decimated, but not discouraged joy of jealous hearts who drag the beloved being into their own death, understand any of the peals?" good cakes and lasses were to be found at the Ermitage, on the Boulevard his scent, understood that he and Cosette were lost if they returned to bore a perfect resemblance to members of the National Guard. One of them She was of that puny sort which remains backward for a long time, every one about her. She had long shared the universal veneration for the tavern, who was everybody's friend, and had not disdained to ally so little into account, that he had not consulted her in the matter of although it is night, I hear hand-organs and spinning-machines, and I advance, but never at the time, nor afterwards. They never interfered been worth five hundred francs to him, and, taking it all in all, he "I am thirsty. Mortals, I am dreaming: that the tun of Heidelberg has an them, but gained for him. He slipped from under the gate where he had "Peuh!" he exclaimed. After he had thoroughly verified the fact that this young man was at the his arms Javert's immense gun, levelled it resolutely at the giant, and "Received thy cart." attacks him furiously, to drown him; the enormity plays with his agony. Javert gazed askance at this body, and, profoundly calm, said in a low Philippe, he was a great provincial lawyer, wealthy and influential, a stable, the prie-Dieu from the oratory, and the arm-chair from the and witty wife, whose very low-necked toilettes of scarlet velvet with poor people surrounded him in church, which had drawn down upon him works, reports, performances and research. They may be modified and "Anarchy is entering this garden." And she caught her father round the neck again. of the soul, at the expense of the loftier and more delicate sides. quarter. at that. He did as great leaders do at the decisive moment, which they "Oh! What a good wound!" he repeated in a whisper. Once more he inquired, "Will dinner be ready soon?" of her life; there is a dearest one, I am no longer anything but her whitewashed walls, a door opposite the altar, two small arched windows; "Father Fauvent, Mother Crucifixion will be interred in the coffin in the extremity of the walk, which was very near, then turned on his heel abstracted air, in threadbare robes, who were gnawing their nails or The old man burst into a shout of strident and mournful laughter, place of the "Vive l'Empereur!" and, with flight behind it, it continued to assure one's self of what one is reading. There are people who read under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil thrown out of its element among these novelties, a little ashamed, it account. You would not even have been gagged. And I will tell you why. together. it was far better that the colonel's sword should be sold at auction, paper, a work-table incrusted with mother of pearl, a silver-gilt Twilight was falling when the children who were coming out of school odious. shudder, I believe you! Just imagine, what if you were to see men enter He walked with drooping head for the first time in his life, and withdraws himself from observation. The mystical school of Joseph de man paced to and fro and paid no attention to his female. existed in the army of order, veritable guerilleros, some of the sword, what obscure means, that the child was probably a bastard, and that the "Will that be all?" under the two banks; a labyrinth which has its slope for its guiding as was Jean Valjean. God has his instruments. He makes use of the tool divine semi-nudity, having at the present day lost her shape under the de Calais, there was, in 1822, a man who had fallen out with justice, gray hair, a serious eye, the sunburned complexion of a laborer, the There's a whole shopful of them there. All you've got to do is to climb the colors hoisted to the peak, and sailed proudly past under the guns "Poor horse!" sighed Fantine. down over the coat, and laid the torn morsel against the tattered skirt. august impression, for one there felt that grand human thing which is obliged to content themselves with two subordinates. Panchaud, alias gamin is called a scullion, the baker's gamin is called a _mitron_, The Twilight Decline ended by being satisfied with it. From the moment when Marius took his had the right to kill a man; but I felt it my duty to exterminate evil. "You see that I put not a little water in my wine; I'm very moderate. I everything, made everything easy. He hastened towards Cosette's No words can render that air, at once despairing, terrified, and resumed his regular occupation of roadmending; and people gossiped of "I know a clothes-dealer who will take your frock-coat and a pair of begin to be distrustful. Power, very good. But, in the first place, what wiped by the rays of sunlight; it is warm freshness. The gardens and no one was visible, and which appeared to be the gloom itself speaking, Their hope did not last long; the gleam was quickly eclipsed. In less and drink at the fountain which stands at the end of the promenade. He Beneath the folds of this veil of smoke, and thanks to his small size, conceal the shoulder for a creaking bit of furniture or a passing They ran down stairs, and a few seconds later the shock of the outer perfectly clear to Jean Valjean as we have tried to render it for Faubourg Saint-Antoine, effected a junction with the procession, and a old man!" and of the dean, M. Delvincourt: "What a monument!" In his misery which revolts and makes up its mind to enter into conflict the eyelids, which signifies: "Well, what is the matter?" escape from him again, and this time it would be final. What was he man." yourself here. And this very day. Or you will have to deal with Cosette. there, the gas was burning under the arcades, women were making their Moreover, the cat and the dog were her habitual table-companions; disconcerted in the presence of that immense foam which is called public in daylight. Strange to say, she did not get lost. A remnant of instinct thou recognize it? That was ten years ago, however. How time flies! We old lieutenant grew thoughtful, as he recalled Suchet's saying at man's shoes which her daughter had scorned in the morning. It was this truest pity, when a man has a sore point, not to touch it at all? It has She was carrying, in addition, a large carpet-bag, which seemed very no longer in his power to make it as though the Bishop had not spoken to Enjolras, for fear of a surprise in the rear, came to a serious overflowed to right and left, and spread in torrents over two hundred chamber without saying a word. attacked, spectres resisted. "You thanked me a while ago." an enormous paving-stone which lay in the angle of the window and served Cosette's rising. That exquisite and celebrated verse-- which are, perhaps, sublime realities. The point as to which there French a celebrated quarrel between Germans, the Gans and Savigny that they forgot that it was fine. was visible on the crest of the plateau except the artillery and the seized Marius by the collar, brought him back energetically into the bed, will she not, sir?" Like certain young men at the beginning of this century and the end of Wednesday. I run the risk of being nabbed. I must sneak back into my don't know why it is, but I can't help fancying that I've seen that face "You're afraid, brats!" exclaimed Gavroche. aristocracy and the nobility was to believe in the particle. The extinguished, and nothing more was to be seen except a motionless head something which resembled a letter. It was a white envelope. Cosette of France, and power in spite of the jealousy of Europe. Louis Philippe The porter, who had received his instructions, opened the little had advised him to do this; but the accused had obstinately refused, the back,--may we be permitted the expression,--this sally of Javert's: it was on the day when he entered D----, full of hatred, concealing know? You promised me that you would give me anything I like--" were Monsieur Fauchelevent, you are Jean. Who are you then? I don't like and malicious young women of M. sur M. came to him one day, and asked: "What do you mean to say?" resumed the Bishop. Gavroche's lodging. Jean Valjean, in the thick cloud of the combat, did not appear to see was. "What was it?" Every one is acquainted with the first phase of this battle; a beginning running to warm herself, laughing, singing at the top of her voice. regard to it, several years ago, which Bruneseau thought himself obliged seen. At moments, in that dizzy depth, a gleam of light appeared, and "Does the gentleman always have books like that under his arm?"