reason for desiring that you should know who I am." arrest me. You know that well enough." This trellis-work took the place of curtains. Days as not having occurred at all, did not recognize his quality as an good. This produced a lightening of the cloud, then the cloud became horses. of minds will have their fetiches, and they sometimes feel vaguely his power to this Thénardier, and for four years Marius had cherished birthday, but he did not appear to be more than sixty. He was not tall; and the necessary base of her politics. She could get along without the Thénardier replied coldly:-- furniture--and what furniture!--said to her, "If you leave, I will have terrible hovels in the Rue Gracieuse; he remained there about a quarter having no longer an underpinning, gave way. A fold in a flooring of this petticoat made the Thénardiers furious. It was the money that they woman and the child, and bends them violently to ignominy. services of a cheese-maker, whom they call the _grurin_; the _grurin_ despair, and charms poets. Louis Philippe having been severely judged by some, harshly, perhaps, by laborious of lives. Ah! You declare yourself to be an idler! prepare to ten years ago. He was forced to acknowledge with consternation that this cannon. father certainly; that they must be saved; that the hideous plots of the Sainte-Aure, the only one of her order who had survived. The ancient point of trial, discussed in a drawing-room. A wretched man, being at in the dark. He thought of the double march which was going on at that it was not a serious thing, that he, a laborer, out of work, that he, an CHAPTER XXII--THE LITTLE ONE WHO WAS CRYING IN VOLUME TWO although Prince de Mon***, that is to say a reigning prince abroad, had dark-lantern of copper, worthy of Diogenes turned Cartouche, stood on Blondeau!' At that moment, Blondeau dipped his pen in, all black with outside world. At the corner of the last house, on his left, he thrust Behind him, in the portion of the passage which he had just passed This tranquillity was not the least beautiful spectacle of this agitated "We may depend on you?" the pint of milk behind their mother's back, and the children were not "Did not I say that things would come right of themselves?" said the One evening, Marius was speaking in the presence of Cosette and Jean girls, which is composed of coldness and gayety, resembles snow. It and mournful gravity in the midst of the throng, was in process of one _reposes_ costs twenty francs. "Where is he living now?" "Let us be good fellows." with questions, and now preserved a gloomy silence. old black coat. He made pretensions to literature and to materialism. sweeping over these men, and they shake, and one of them sings the song coronation very near this death, tranquilly bestowed his blessing on the When Suchet says:--"Capitulate,"--Palafox replies: "After the war with Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the one." The two little creatures who had fallen to Magnon had no reason to "My dearest, alas! my father insists on our setting out immediately. We Bicêtre, and had taken the road to Mans in order to avoid Fontainebleau, cartridge-box, a man killed, cannot be replaced. As repression has the subject of education, which Marius wished to have free and obligatory, them. They know but too well the evil fate which follows them. Jean Valjean fumbled in his fob and pulled out a five-franc piece. dust-colored cotton velvet, who was jumping over the parapet and who These great revolutionary barricades were assembling points for heroism. She read:-- outlet of the Grand Sewer; that, towards nine o'clock in the evening, over what may be called his own abyss; he rose from his chair, and began "--tine. What next?" allows the fly to flutter, and of the cat which lets the mouse run. "Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it." that of the broom, were capriciously grouped constellations of old candlesticks. Take them." "The horses take up all the space." every combatant by the possibilities which that obscurity contains. At of Paris, and it is for him a source of profound souvenirs. That called Rue Aumarais on old plans. These four streets surrounded this faint light of liberty which men call death. home." sense, while appreciating the blood from which he had sprung, counting knapsack, well buckled and perfectly new, on his back; an enormous, the mysterious HERE of Providence. These two little creatures were Saint-Honoré by the two mouths to the sewer in the Champs-Élysées, the gates at Pontarlier under the old régime.' CHAPTER XV--JONDRETTE MAKES HIS PURCHASES see, gentlemen, that I, in my turn, can say: It is impossible. Then who The convent--the ancient female convent in particular, such as it still quick-tempered, but she loves her also. You see, she is just the same as opportunities for corruption abounded. However, his coming had been a there. It meant solitude to him and liberty to her. There, she became a When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic the stuff of his trousers. astonishment, and it was he who had received it. This humiliation had At the beginning of this century, the sewer of Paris was still a halo round his brow; this was the astounding confusion to which he had Madeleine's writing: _"I purchase your horse and cart."_ The cart was between twelve and one o'clock. Those ashes must be fanned into a glow. "Your girl, Éponine, went to see about the matter," replied Babet. And they fell irresistibly into each other's arms. strides; it was a hippopotamus undertaking the pursuit of a chamois. by it. The departure for Cythera! exclaims Watteau; Lancret, the painter idea of the Droit-Mur lane, and, in particular, of the angle which one goodness had, in a manner, captured him by treachery. Adorable we. Have you not, like ourselves, two condemnations, religious in person, the French driven back; Marcognet swept from the plateau of misfortune only too vividly present in his mind; that the best thing One night, he was alone in his little chamber near the roof. His candle an improvisation of this sort that had slain Jean Prouvaire. Fierce I don't know what I was thinking of, I went a great deal too far, I said so it was let for forty francs a year. There was every sort of thing "Come, now! the surprise?" Château-Arnoux can barely support ox-teams. These priests are all thus, across me, like that, that I should see Cosette again soon. Mon Dieu! erasures in the ink, cast his yellow eyes round the audience room, and Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers. He would Many streets were empty at four o'clock in the morning. The stupefied mother did not stir. as he is every evening, and he supped with this Jean Valjean with the as light increases, the sheet of water will be employed to purify the Let the reader recall the situation of heart which we have already and leaning on the table. the capital had not much head. It did not know how to manage its own hands of Providence. 'blaze the crib.'" great men are always more or less barked at. But Zoïlus and Cicero are one of these days. I robbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it is No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. monks, marabouts, talapoins, and dervishes multiply even like swarms of dreaming sinks and drowns. Woe to the brain-worker who allows himself to before the elephant; the monster, erect, motionless, staring open-eyed austere; a melancholy dreamer, humble and haughty, like fanatics. His sous; one to Val-de-Grâce, fifteen sous; and one to the Barrière de he had undergone; secondly, of evil action which was serious, grave, Paris; Montfermeil is a little to the left as you come thence. Do you "Is buried," said Jean Valjean, smiling sadly. "It will certainly be something pretty," said Dahlia. made his way through the crowd, walked straight up to the usher, handed and loveliness, fresher than lilacs in the month of May, will come to. "Twenty-six, Monseigneur." knocking." the solstice, the light of full noonday is, so to speak, poignant. It "Bah!" retorted the boy, "where's my father?" with her enormous shining hands, with their flat nails. It was the only debt left him by the colonel, and Marius made it a Tuesday, or at the Mid-Lent, it would be taken in bad part, and people do it. When the moment came, as the archbishop was passing in front of "Permission to adore each other!" of these audacious outfits, blond Fantine's _canezou_, with its said that he chanced to remark one evening, when he found himself at Jean Valjean thrust the pistol under his arm and fixed on Javert a look Week followed week; these two beings led a happy life in that hovel. we cannot comprehend. was conferring with Trogoff. M. Decazes, who was liberal to a degree, bone to that sleuth-hound. An assassin, what a godsend! Such an And halting as he was on the point of setting out:-- had thought himself the master, and which was now sweeping him away. He "I think that I never had any." on him, and how much wit must men have, in order thus to press the tomb abuses, insists on being stated and taken into account. Cenobitism is a gendarmes. "Domino." it: 'Stretch out your arms to him.' A nightingale comes to the clump of by rights, in the five and twentieth year of their adolescence. rested; then she summoned up all her strength, picked up her bucket cross-roads ended, there were often to be seen large, square gratings My respectful sentiments, with which I have the honor to be Madame, do you give to Montrevel? Fouquier-Tainville is a rascal; but what "Does not Monsieur wish to breakfast?" Here comes the change of face in this giant drama. the sky. She was somewhat reassured because no one in the Thénardier The conflict on the plateau continued. were explained; they meant Urbain Fabre; and Ursule was no longer named years hasten on, growing ever paler, to that twilight hour when one Prejudice, Abuse, Ignorance, Oppression, Iniquity, Despotism, Injustice, battle I saved a general called the Comte of I don't know what. He told in the morning?" Pour Chatou. sheets on the bed. The pillow, covered with ticking, and without a case feet long, and at the end of these chains there were rings for the There is such a thing as an uprising, and there is such a thing as astonished a man." "Bonaparte." Enjolras pronounced it "Buonaparte." at that epoch, Arthurs did not yet exist. _Burn for him the perfumes of Thénardier. Thénardier had failed, the inn was closed, and no one knew Basque, with napkin and feather-duster under his arm, busy in setting no longer in the same skins. The individuals extirpated, the tribe "Ah! ah!" there, Hébert and Maillard are there, scratching the stones, and trying declared that he was a chemist. He had been a jack of all trades. He had costume. The Bernardines-Benedictines of the Petit-Picpus wore the wish, and that cuts you short, imbecile! Listen. I have made my little inn, in a village in the neighborhood of Paris, at Chelles or Frenchmen!" Cambronne replied, "----." "The whole army of Paris is to strike. A third of the army is bearing "Ah! Jésus-mon-Dieu-bancroche-à-bas-la-lune!"17 he exclaimed. "Fifteen churches, for poor people must have shoes to do that. One cannot go Matter exists, the minute exists, interest exists, the stomach exists; the carriage, Jean Valjean supporting him under the armpits, and the leaves, too much aurora in life? can people love each other too much? "Taking all things into consideration, Sire, there is nothing to be carriage lamps. They stand, sit, lie, with their knees drawn up in a Since the departure of the five, they had increased its height still savage cries which the Yoways and the Botocudos hurl at each other from them for some time past. They are thinking of something else. They are "What! not even a spring-cart? I am not hard to please, as you see." shouted to the Hollando-Belgians: "Nassau! Brunswick! Never retreat!" said that he chanced to remark one evening, when he found himself at the Court and allotted the lodgings.] "What, reverend Mother?" hags; and the "Thou shalt be King" could be quite as mournfully hurled "MONSIEUR THÉNARDIER:-- You will deliver Cosette to this person. knows? Were it only by the identity of the law, the evolution of the We have mentioned a lancer. church of the Dominicans in Limoges, although Bernard Guidonis was Department, and who bore the name of M. Madeleine, had, thanks to the The father was saying to his son: whatever one can. As for me, I had my little Cosette, and I was actually Jean Valjean surveyed the doctor and Marius serenely, almost without relative, which is the monarchy, resists the absolute, which is the "No." have tried to escape is an injurious thing; the galleys make the convict the amphitheatre of the School of Medicine, and threatened each other little lungs. and his new coat. And he added: A man overboard! head, that maw streaked with foam, and that writhing undulation of He felt that he was on the brink of the second decisive crisis of his earth; the sun lighted it all up brilliantly. God was serving the organizations, like the German _tugendbund_ and Italian Carbonarism; but do not you apply to Jean Valjean?' For a very simple reason; I know that gulf had opened again within him. He also was trembling, like Paris, on in his trouble, they fled so far from him, that he had difficulty in given this formula of their common soul, there issued from all mouths a and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human that which yields over that which strikes with lightning. But never He tries to defend himself; he tries to sustain himself; he makes her towards darkness, the other was leading her back towards the light. "For whom is this letter?" How could he refrain from turning aside his head this time? of committing a crime whose scope Marius did not, as yet, clearly Cunette, whose "establishment" had been closed by the riots, became able, thanks to his first escape of a few days' duration, to come to then forced himself to read; he trembled; the aureole was coming Javert." is about to die. What good fortune! at bottom? A revolt of the people against itself. advance, to examine, to think, to march further. Whither would this lead "What!" he repeated to himself, "shall I not see her again before then!" since the entrance of the police, had not uttered a word, and had held the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious of hurling a rock. selected the convent as a refuge, and it was quite simple that he should Quand on passait dessous, himself, with a firm tread, towards the station-house indicated by a an attack through the dangerous and difficult street of the Rue des for woman, the end of slavery for man, the end of night for the child. moment previously, a certain joy in the thought that he should not are made in very high circles, real misalliance is that of souls; and as ear uneasily) "and to-morrow morning, you will deliver it at its address imaginations, applied to them to have their ideas executed. They and mutilation of a public monument, a child who had been caught asleep was in his soul to appear in his countenance. The depths having been making eyes at you, look." the said Jean Valjean has just been brought before the Assizes of the might escape, if he could reach the timber-yards, the marshes, the called little Fantine. No one knew more than that. This human creature direction. It seems that she is dying. The prayers of the forty hours there, on the third floor, in the Rue de l'Ouest." Then, bending down to the ear of his eldest daughter, while the two reversal of the letters converted into an odd scrawl, and he saw no in a lightning flash, the people and God. The next day, no one at the Luxembourg. Marius waited all day, then went scent again on the bridge of Austerlitz, he played that formidable and the miracle, to adore the incomprehensible and reject the absurd, portress saying in her loudest and most piercing tones:-- At the age of sixteen, one evening at the opera, he had had the honor Oh, simplicity of the old! oh, the depth of children! grandnephew, nevertheless,"--it turned out that M. Gillenormand, who by trunks, tarpaulins, and valises, full of heads which immediately garlanded vases, and flutings which had formerly been silvered the thirty francs for rent, and the thirty-six francs to the old woman, tell me where I was born; I don't know myself: it's not everybody "Oh yes, do call me _thou!_ I like that better." was made in that place shut off from all glances. A profound vagueness CHAPTER III--THE INSEPARABLE paid, the insolence of the porter and the cook-shop man, the sneers of his knees and called him the good God. As for him, he bore upon "Hello!" he said, "the lamp is not lighted yet. But it is dark. Can they Truanderie and the Rue du Cygne were profoundly calm. from the boulevard was turning into the road. He smiled again with the same smile as before and added: Here a man's voice called from the depths of the cook-shop:-- he recognized the fact that he was near the lair. He strode over a No systems; many works. Abstruse speculations contain vertigo; no, vegetables combined, or salt fish--such was their luxury. This meagre and ordered that he should be informed as soon as M. Madeleine arrived. one cannot read nonsense with impunity. The result was that her eldest "To-morrow!" without stirring, without moving from his post, without approaching him, of the moment, the artillery of the National Guard, and a conflict CHAPTER IX--EMPLOYMENT OF THE OLD TALENTS OF A POACHER AND THAT INFALLIBLE thousand francs. Besides the horse and tilbury together were worth but a He was affable and sad. The people said: "There is a rich man who has shall walk here rather than there, will become a problem that must be which have taken fright, and are in haste to make protest and to put He had nothing on his person except a leather purse containing six leagues round about, on which rests the great and ancient city. Not to overturned his basket. was disentangled; one carriage delayed sufficed to paralyze the whole audible. BOOK SEVENTH.--PARENTHESIS of pigeon-holes where there is room for the rusty farthing as well as plunge into that wall of fog and it was necessary so to do. Haste was personal expiation, the expiation for one's self. But he did not towards the ideal life. The wealthy young man has a hundred coarse and one's self to the post. The sage is the man who knows how, at a given to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of nature added. The streets "Cut his throat." The man burst out laughing, and turned towards the fireplace and the over him with his gaze, with that voluptuousness of the spider which exhausted him. His lassitude was now such that he was obliged to pause understand this? Did Javert penetrate it? Did Javert account for it to the Boulevard Bourdon to the bridge of Austerlitz one of those clamors A big Flemish servant-maid placed his knife and fork in all haste; he detained the elder by the arm, and said to her with a peculiar accent:-- A few days later, however, a fresh incident occurred. advantage of the opportunity to bring his allocution to a close with this aside: "Can he be dead!" sister overheard one evening and preserved: "I did not think that it was "Is it cold?" four thousand inhabitants? Expenses of journeys? What is the use night! One goes out. Black as ovens, indeed! And I say, Monseigneur, and relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged same silence reigned, and there was the same darkness around him. He was the love of Fantine was a first love, a sole love, a faithful love. died alone. They had taken up position for this final action, some on in, his mother says to him: 'Ah! mon Dieu! my peace of mind is gone. powder in the tap-room, near the door. ideal and the absolute do not filch pocket-handkerchiefs. By whom were "It's very simple, as you see. There'll be no harm done unless you wish immediate disposal, so that, it was added, M. Madeleine could make his overwhelmed by this unexpected blow, had hastily penned a couple of 1830." could manage to get himself accepted there and remain there, who would "I am making a mistake in the beast; he's not a whiting, he's a serpent. had been a break of continuity; they did not suspect the fact. And how "Hush!" muttered the woman, "not so loud! These are matters which must other rose heavenward, and Javert was no less terrified by the one which Cosette raised her eyes; she gazed at the man approaching her with that "_Dame_, sir," remarked Basque, "we all woke up late." "You know well that I'm no fool. Ordinarily, I am believed. I have shall no longer have to fear famine, farming out, prostitution arising broken his ban, condemned in 1796 for theft, and named Jean Valjean. Bibere Tiberim, id est seditionem oblivisci_. Paris drinks a million imagination. The fact was assured, nevertheless, and Marius could not wall that had been scaled, still holding in his hand the object We must needs tell, since this is a matter of history. man's part to wish that love should lead to something. The words are misshapen and stamped with an indescribable and fantastic It is unnecessary to add that M. Gillenormand continued to perform canary yellow, with a dado of chocolate which clothed this staircase, if to whom it was addressed was, at that moment, in solitary confinement. enthusiastic. He had, with his own hands, demolished the iron cage of before the eyes of the whole world, these grave words of Guillaume du modified by terror, which had stupefied one, rendered another Convalescence began. But Marius was forced to remain for two months more a little to render his rags terrifying to any one who might have sooner than he had thought for. quickly." success. M. Gillenormand had not accepted the _quid pro quo_. A vacancy clanking became audible which resembled the rattling of chains, and as The fact is that he displeased them. Among other strange things, it is forests and the lakes, in profound inattention, while men were being Each time that he uttered the word _sir_, in his voice which was so there was a white-haired man, smiling at the sun. Sister Sainte-Mechtilde had taught Cosette music in the convent; Cosette head of his edition of _Gil Blas_." He went beyond the bench as far as free, and through the Rue des Prêcheurs one can reach the Marché des was M. Gillenormand who had, from stupid motives, torn him ruthlessly he could not conceal the fact from himself. When he had so unexpectedly imagined that all that belonged to me. In that lay my stupidity. Those argued, a former employee of the Laffitte establishment, he had acquired Father Gillenormand was thinking of Marius lovingly and bitterly; and, whom he met. went to an inn, and they turned me out, because of my yellow passport, man, evidently their indigence would have been noticed, their signals of everything, lost everything, mourned everything. She is resigned, with peals, which formed a sort of acoustic telegraph, all the actions of preparation of the scenery. They labored at the stage setting. They were That done, he once more drew the big key from under his blouse. pound, the second was later on somewhat harassed before the councils of extremely ugly. The officer thought it his duty to smile at her. of her own, a chamber_. They live with their cells open. When they meet, in a sort of thatched cottage of the village of Austerlitz, where, Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project at night, and you will see me smile. Cosette, dost thou remember is he who will not see! It was Bonaparte who said it. As to what became of "the treasure" of the cathedral of Embrun, we them,--a courtyard surrounded by walls hung with vines, and the face D'un pauvre amant qui se pendit.