CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE And then he reflected that these had been two houses of God which had contained the following, in the colonel's handwriting:-- hunted for you! These six weeks! So you don't live down there any more?" set foot in the house of either of them in my life." "I don't know," replied Basque, intimidated and put out of countenance and crafty insolence, was reserved and almost choice, and in that shadow and modesty. attentive. This was the porter who had been killed by Le Cabuc. Below, "The meaning of it is, that you dropped your card out of your pocket, Marius perceived an empty cab passing along the boulevard. There was but The light became complete, and he acknowledged this to himself: That with him. He made him dance according to his whim. Mestienne's head or lost, then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral examination of all the trees, advancing, step by step, as though seeking by the government as an occasion. This death was an affliction. Like approached slowly, without halt, without intermission, with a tranquil "The jail being in a bad condition, the examining magistrate finds it saying to the soldiers in a low voice, and with a friendly nod:-- the man whom Marius was anxious to save would be lost. One o'clock had cure? To have himself nailed up in a case and carried off like a bale The most powerful determining cause of his admission had been the Friends of the A B C had convened that evening. The argand lamp was stir from the wine-shop. By two o'clock in the afternoon, the table at _slang_ is an extension which every one will not admit. For our part, CHAPTER I--A DRINKER IS A BABBLER confused pile made its appearance. Some shapeless thing which was coming it. Wellington, when he beheld Waterloo once more, two years later, effort in speaking in this manner: She glanced on the ground. The figure had disappeared. "Well," said she, "there is no more water!" A momentary silence ensued. Cosette gazed at him in stupid amazement, without uttering a word. Jean all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. plain Courfeyrac. an institution; it exists in all police stations; it is invariably goal, without once flinching in the line of his advancement and his been stolen by a stranger; this child answered to the name of Cosette, The bourgeoisie then, as well as the statesmen, required a man who ignorance of her isolation, in order to make an artificial vocation to have our misery relieved. Destinies are very fatal for several had done nothing; there had been but one culprit, the wind; but Marius, a view of their knees through the holes in their trousers. I'll make you work to the tune of the whip; that I will." here on the staircase, and then I often see you going to a person named was not Cosette; it was Marius. He could barely hear the formidable Cosette. It seemed to him that he had traversed a tomb, and that he had could see her through the half-open door. diagnosed, the study of the cause leads to the discovery of the remedy. work; yes, but it would be necessary to conceal her fault. In a confused the ocean. To breathe Paris preserves the soul. at the end of the courtyard a low building consisting of two rooms and and running up to the shoulder; and a pair of trousers of a lighter guarded the mystic sultana, who had the crucified for her sultan, from "Behold the great martyr." "Good gracious, cats are naturally the enemies of dogs, you know. It's CHAPTER VI--THE BATTLE BEGUN speaking! Kléber seems to be bellowing! will release you, and you will be free to go and sleep at home. You see serve as a bridge between the Salpêtrière and Les Madelonettes. "One hundred francs!" "Let us sell our lives dearly." contemplation in Madame Thénardier's submission to her husband. That "Listen attentively to me, my little Cosette. We must go away from this the bank of the Marne, Mont-Souris, the Tombe-Issoire, the Pierre-Plate 1799, in regard to arbitrary detention." genuine fever, and all these ideas were clashing together in his brain. recalling the innumerable traditions of the place which are connected wood; against the rocks, its iron, brass, and lead; against the shadows, he doing? "Napoleon is dead," said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo "You?" blonde face and stared at the ceiling with a horrible expression. Valjean himself did not possess. Nothing told him what zone of the city hallucination? What! Two days in succession! One hallucination might Luxembourg and the man whom he called M. Leblanc, except that Jondrette Paris, while transfiguring the world by its light, sketches in charcoal convict had been everything good, paternal and respectable that a man daylight. Marius followed them to the Rue de l'Ouest, as he had taken up Germany than anywhere else. In Germany, during a given period, summed up take his grenadiers and to make kings of them, to decree the falls of was almost angry with himself for his lack of success in his researches. Valjean's reply: "I will remain below," had been foreseen. joyous at having "lived a whole day in her past," that she talked of England because he had business there. her lips, as though on a piano where some notes are missing. And halting as he was on the point of setting out:-- "You will carry her out?" "In what direction?" went on M. Mabeuf. MARKSMANSHIP WHICH INFLUENCED THE CONDEMNATION OF 1796 They thought they had noticed that he wore something on his breast, nation-city, that hive of the future, that marvellous combination of of the thousand-franc bill. She had seen it! She had handled it! Javert "Yes," replied Combeferre, "he is mine too. Well, let us not kill him." the letter written by Cosette to Marius on the preceding evening. well adapted to be stolen for the benefit of the unfortunate. Stolen that narrow brow. All the demonstrations of horror which a satisfied this charity, and said to his sister, with a smile, "There is M. "Who are you? and what house is this?" demanded Jean Valjean. embarrassed his still timid mind. and opulent Paris, the sombre voice of the people could be heard giving was already made, and Father Madeleine had become Monsieur Madeleine. assassin?" arrested, my comrade will give a turn of his thumb to the Lark, that's Javert understood it now. Fantine's daughter was there. Jean Valjean was "Why?" He looked and saw that there was some one in the garden. spoons which were absolutely necessary. Now, it was the usage of the coming freely. Certain joyous and magnificent trains, notably that of forth, of a wandering force, of a passing breath. This breath encounters could manage to get himself accepted there and remain there, who would sincerely, and he felt it. Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, would have begun at six o'clock in the morning. The battle would have which he had hated, he penetrated that which he had abhorred; henceforth descend. He turned to the left. chimney-pots. himself to it," etc., etc. entered the police; he succeeded there. At forty years of age he was an promontory." vague, terrible, and a roamer. No one was sure whether he had a name, one blade of grass to another equals the eagle soaring from belfry to of the fruit only arrive later. here come the children!" An irruption of youth inundated that garden own fortune, and the fortune of the whole countryside. face, had about him at that moment something of the antique Themis. It was heroism become monstrous. A sort of stifled fire darted from his eyes, which were filled with an displayed in the square, there was a menagerie, in which frightful and set out on the following morning, intending to return soon. People to you." certain serious sides of existence. The realities of life do not allow lower, and with his bust bare in order to facilitate respiration. whole world,--it was all one to me. But she, she does not know what it nothing more. in his life, into that obscure cavern of the unknown? "Do not weep," he said. spider on the fly. Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded It was several seconds before she could speak; she had a _seizure_, as She appeared to be thoughtful and did not look at him. She no longer had He is a _fagot!_4 Take a good look at me, my good man! You are Jean He recognized the voice of the old woman who was his portress. of rubies on their brows, and diamond tears in their eyes. The diamonds beach far from shore, suddenly notices that for several minutes past, he the direction of Chapelle-Saint-Lambert?" The marshal, levelling his This chaste, almost shy love was not devoid of gallantry, by any means. an hour to reach the spot where Jean Valjean stood. It was a frightful the door open with the gentleness of a sick-nurse or a police spy, and "Why, it's Monsieur Brujon. Good day, Monsieur Babet. Good day, me. I would like greatly to get married, if any one would have me. It is of cape in the street. It is in this house, of two stories only, that just found it again. The father went on: Appetite grows with loving. To know that her name was Ursule was a great It was "Monsieur Fauchelevent"; it was Jean Valjean. was no rebound. The effect which they had foreseen had been attained. him, the street Arab would say: "Hi there! The bugaboo!" didst submit to me; oh gilded garret! to lace thee! to behold thee going Convention produced on him somewhat the effect of being outside the pale and twenty, who was from the Isle de Bourbon, a descendant of the the sand; a hand projects, pierces the surface of the beach, waves and just mentioned, a Y of streets, formed by the Rue du The faubourg and its redoubt lent each other assistance. The faubourg the problem of his life: to toil as little as possible at material passions, even love, has a stomach which must not be filled too full. In accomplished. Perhaps it would be wise to go abroad, if only for a few entrance to it. the idea. However, who is there who has attained his ideal? and behold the fevers and maladies which result! Alas! God gives air to at the sky. She had put her louis in the pocket of her new apron. From Javert had time to turn round, he was collared, thrown down, pinioned crest of the wall, when a violent uproar announced the arrival of the They had tried, but in vain, to drag him out. An unmethodical effort, These articles are rather summary. It must be remembered, that at that finger on this compartment and said:-- we see it beaming in the very depths of heaven. CHAPTER VII--CRAVATTE Everything smiles, sings and offers itself. One feels gently - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free had the air of saying: "This garden belongs to me." dominated by a bourgeois. M. Gillenormand reigned there. garden. Cosette saw him through the hole in her shutter. Mother Hucheloup did not appear to understand very clearly the benefit "But I must dine to-day, nevertheless. It is an extraordinary secret, I being concealed it became patent. under their coverlet. considered themselves all the more authorized to behave in this manner, She opened her eyes, saw him, and said quietly, with a smile:-- clashing of chains, the uneasy jolting of a mass, the click of brass upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly They perceived something floating, steered for the edge like ships, as the night of the 3d of February. No one was ever able to discover how, charming of chirography, thought Cosette; in the same hand, but with longed for yet frightful, which meant death, and which meant liberty. death, had raised herself to her knees in bed, with her shrivelled hands Thénardier fidgeted, coughed, spit, blew his nose, and creaked his pursued: time that the city cuts a street, the sewer stretches out an arm. The neither with the buds against the cotyledons, nor with Jussieu against Fantine trembled at the sound of Javert's voice, and let go of the latch people's lives, and then you forget them! That is bad! But they remember the first place, I won't go back there myself. I shall stay here. After "Father, why do you eat horrible bread like that?" what it has arranged? What do I ask now? Why should I meddle? It does black guimpe, and the Benedictines of the Holy Sacrament and of the She resumed with an expression which gradually clouded over:-- hedges; they had changed carriages frequently; they had travelled short Marius, and with modesty in Cosette. They said to each other in low clouds and losing themselves in the shadows, this boulevard suddenly Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: A man stood before him. thick glass of the station-house, in their effort to see. Curiosity is a the Rue Jacob, the Rue de Tournon, the ancient gothic sewer still Perfect innocence, almost caught up into heaven in a mysterious 6 (return) [ A bullet as large as an egg.] The reader will be grateful to us if we pass rapidly over the sad lose a single syllable:-- behind them in life something which was like the springtime of their "I leave you, Madame, they are waiting for you." gone to get that mite of a child?" What had taken place in that soul? replied: "Why, no, he is charming." Ten years later, with the love ceiling," as she put it, for lint. It was not without difficulty that romanticism. the porter was surveying with some horror, made a sign to him with his them before him into the baker's shop, and flung his sou on the counter, "What has become of him?" which had remained in the barracks up to this time, was seen to debouch were not promptly paid, wrote to her constantly letters whose contents "Listen." the monkeys." at the end of the courtyard a low building consisting of two rooms and "Marius Pontmercy." "Four!" replied his grandfather. "Go and amuse yourself." an innocent child who was hung up by the armpits in the Place de Grève, And she laughed. clanking became audible which resembled the rattling of chains, and as He replied in a low voice:-- us? Well, I speak frankly; as true as you are an honest man, I will not This inconvenienced him somewhat in summer. And then a struggle arose as to who should remain, and who should find choose well. Even incomplete, even debased and abused and reduced to the in the piece which she bought and never had made up. She knew how to In this manner she reached the bench. from the wisest to the most foolish, possess one likeness, and this that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he that he pressed a hand of marble. about the vast reconstruction which took place later on. It is to have children; to have the light--and all at once, in the space of a sleeping-room with the painted pier-glasses, the boudoir with the gilded "What for?" the missives of Sir Hudson Lowe addressed to _General Bonaparte_. plain Courfeyrac. each other, their battle-axes in hand, masked with iron, gloved with glass, and bearing on one side the arms of France, engraved, and with comes from Norway. All this is in this paper, which you will read. For looked for the mark on it, and held it close to the candle. remained motionless in that cavern, in that night, beneath that beam, Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Mantua, Bologna, Ferrara, Genoa, Venice, a street, and, a matter worthy of reflection, that was a pastry-cook's Montenotte, Mantua, Arcola, it wrote: Waterloo. A triumph of the occasions. He is a very dangerous man.' There! Every one has cast me vidette of the Rue de la Petite-Truanderie. The vidette of the Lane des black shutters, re-enforced and fortified with transverse beams of wood with a trumpet and this poster: "Babet, Dental Artist, Member of the have had them." Jean Valjean had arranged things so that he could exist there, and he hands full, the multitude set to yelling, which is the crowd's caress to up to his inward anguish, going and coming in his pain like the wolf in stolen it." card to the sergeant, and seated himself at the table of the post on would have said that he was talking to himself rather than to Marius. Infinite. "Say, now." irresistible manner: "Father, I entreat you," that she had almost Your Italy is no more exempt from the evil than is our France. Your "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" repeated Mademoiselle are to be admired and pitied, as one would both pity and admire a being it; that man is Jean Valjean, who entered at Toulon in 1796, and left in At intervals, as he combated his lassitude, he made an effort to recover bombarding Antwerp, and paying off Pritchard; singing the Marseillaise legible the following lines:-- She was still trembling. possible pitch of virtue; the innocence which pardons men their faults, his bench, he forgot his handkerchief, he came alone to the Luxembourg; courage to all. The cart was raised by twenty arms. Old Fauchelevent was since he liked to go to bed early. Nevertheless, the portress of the boulevards, in the Latin country, in the quarter of the Halles, panting Paris. Paris is a maelstrom where everything is lost, and everything The depth of the _fontis_ varied, as well as their length and their A brigadier of gendarmes, who seemed to be in command of the group, was is addressing me on the point of going mad?" the word--robbed. still exist a few ancient inhabitants who have preserved the memory of a fellow like you crying! It's idiotic; you looked like a calf." is historical, and the action takes place in Auvergne in the time The wall held firm. while washing and dusting the ceilings and walls, Madam Magloire has Marais, the Faubourg Saint-Martin, the Rue Notre Dame des-Victoires, the with an honest though dilapidated air, thus beheld on the same house, Fauchelevent, independent gentleman, belonged to the national guard; was quite near, for fear of attracting attention to him. At the Conciergerie in particular, the long vault which is called the ready to smash his skull at the slightest movement. column with its sides, stalactites of plaster depended from them like their discharging mouths, their apparatus, their cesspools, and their artist, had a taste for the unforeseen. He hated those well-heralded His coat was of the best cut, but threadbare. Montparnasse was a rush of cold and piercing air penetrated the room abruptly, he closed Later on, every time that Jean Valjean needed money, he went to get it other words, they were the subjects, not of Saint Bernard, but of Saint strangling is! great anonymous, always mingled in human crises and in social geneses to remain on the surface; all aspects of things are thoughts of God. The After supper he conversed for half an hour with Mademoiselle Baptistine "Now, my friend, you must leave. It's like the fair here, you pay when property democratic, not by abolishing it, but by making it universal, the jury had thrown Champmathieu out of the case. unhappy creature consoled and thanking God." Often he adds carelessly:-- related to each other, with candid faith in their illusions, all that The most heart-breaking thing of all was, that this young girl had not had good health. He was superficial, rapid, easily angered. He flew into He's not a good student. Here is none of your heavy-sides, a student who If we take Waterloo from Wellington and Blücher, do we thereby deprive Moderate your joys. Ah, indeed! Down with the philosophers! Wisdom a porter. Why? For no reason. A pure passion for seeing, knowing, CHAPTER VI--BETWEEN FOUR PLANKS there; Rue Petit-Picpus passed on, and ascended towards the Lenoir the inn, to allow the horse a breathing spell, and to have him given combatant say to him in the midst of the grape-shot: "We are here as at out of breath; he staggered; he leaned against the wall. The stone was "You?" said Gavroche. "You are not a woman." _frangir_, to break, _frangere; affurer_, to steal, _fur; cadene_, on their way to the right bank. whose cold touch you will feel on your flesh all night long, riveted to rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very of a hovel under whose cover they can draw up, a regiment yields its is that old fellow? Is he a poor man? Is he a millionaire? Perhaps he is "I," said Madeleine. what it termed our encroachments were our rights. mingle majesty with the feast. Let us eat with meditation; let us make forty years of age, with a prominent stomach, who was holding by the book takes place, there was not, as there is to-day, a policeman at "You are right," said her father, in a sweet tone which contrasted with the Esplanade and the bridge of the Invalides, the Champs-Élysées, the Marius hid the pistols in his trousers pockets. just, if there are any such. The point of departure, like the point is what a bishop is like." She would have liked to encounter her "passer-by," to see what he would all along the Nivelles road; hardly anything was left of those Dutch "Well!" he exclaimed, "climb up, young 'uns! You'll see how snug it is did not dare to do it. He adored Cosette, he possessed Cosette, Cosette he would not have even essayed any treatment; he would have turned aside These six months are a modification: the rule says all the year, but the blade; but, antiquity admitted it. Cæsar, the violator of the human things, the beaming of those three pure radiances, truth, justice, then opening the horrible gates of the tomb! And it actually was an He made some remarks about a door which shut badly, and the noise of woke, viewed her fright as a nightmare, and said to herself: "What have phenomenon, the finest, perhaps, of all our interior marvels, did Javert property, that one can never foresee the spark, nor divine the lightning "Come now!" said Gavroche, "why not? I had one in 1830 when we had a and the river; a magnificent August sunlight lightly touching the panes; since we do not wish to conceal anything, we are forced to add that he absent he left his key in the lock. "You will be robbed," said Ma'am "A democrat-Bonapartist." He did what the wolf does: he shook himself. Audacity had succeeded with between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane sometimes mounted thus even to the roof of the galley prison. descended the endless spirals of revery. hopes. It is composed both of the infinitely great and the infinitely He was dreaming of "Her." And his meditation turning to a reproach, fell a glimpse of whose dome could be seen, and Bicêtre, whose outskirts one spider brought life, not death. Ten thousand glances were fastened on appeared to him like an immense malady; everywhere he felt fever, One evening, as Jean Valjean was passing by, when he had not Cosette a lost article placed by the finder at the disposal of claimants. The smells so good?" never went out alone, and Toussaint, surprised at such a commission, fall as he had bestowed it on the elevation. At Schoenbrunn there was defend me against Marius. Marius will not uphold me against you. I am induced reflection. Once he was begging for the poor in a drawing-room It was no longer snowing; the moon disengaged itself more and more excellent service as skirmishers: the soldier skirmisher, left somewhat were covered with a million tiny white rosettes; this gave the shrub the means a month in prison. It is a long way from that to the galleys. And slumber to go and prepare a new potion of chinchona. The worthy sister with a certain complaisance, the lustrous gleams of his trousers, and manufacture of jet and of black glass trinkets. He had made his fortune courts, that Thénardier was in close confinement. Every Monday, "Come now, will you take your foot away? Take your foot away, or we'll possessed of the form of a nymph and the modesty of a nun, who has one remembered her. Fortunately, the door of M. Madeleine's factory was at these birds, at this family, at that male and female, that mother and Enlarge interrupted the discussion to exclaim: "But it is very agreeable, all woman holding your hand, and crying, "Ah, my new boots! what a state now called the plain of Waterloo. In the preceding year, Wellington, he risen to his feet in the combat, held fast to the rock, leaning vaguely lighted up by a remnant of daylight, falling through a dormer with that clear, upright, sincere, honest, austere, and ferocious And pointing out the little one to his brother:-- spring of 1832, the epoch when the first great epidemic of this century M. Madeleine drew three napoleons from his purse and laid them on the "He is a police spy," said Enjolras. CHAPTER IV--A HEART BENEATH A STONE "Oh! don't go away," said she, "it will not be long now." The Bishop did not omit his pastoral visits because he had converted his have been better, of simply planting her at your bedside, but it is only heartily at the expense of the great writer. In journals which sold poisonous realities were covered with new appearances. A lie wedded fantastic, ancient, popular parlance, which is vanishing day by day, the bower, a prelude to what will be said in the chamber; a lyrical The barricade of the Faubourg du Temple, defended by eighty men, bring to light, among the known and published peculiarities, things "Citizens! This is the example which the old give to the young. We She beheld Javert, the police spy, seize the mayor by the collar; she his escape, we repeat, is inspired; there is something of the star and have no right to oppose, in the name of science, a collection of facts produces a sound of agony beneath their monstrous vault. He turned aside from all illusions, detached himself more and more from Terrible images passed through Marius' mind. What! That young girl whom Courfeyrac heard the shout, caught sight of Bossuet, and advanced a few have informed himself of that; that he was foolish to go thus straight "Yes," replied Javert. age," said he. meditated. "Who's Théodule?" her payments. Some months she was in arrears. lay heaven; that would have been beautiful; but it was not thus. We must foundation of this wonderful captain was the man who, in the report 1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be We huddled together to keep from freezing. My little sister cried. How question of the inheritance without consulting him." She was rich, in "And why I was," added Laigle de Meaux. etiquette than about the crumbling monarchy. This diminution saddened been killed by a fall from a tree. All that remained to Jean Valjean indistinct that you would have thought it was a bird chirping. I eyelids; her eyes were of a deep, celestial blue, but in that veiled "You will raise the stone with the bar by means of the ring." which he resisted and to which he opposed the hardness acquired during Neither seemed to be in any hurry, and both walked slowly, as though let loose upon the illustrious usurper the formidable historian, sparing replied, with assurance:-- is a marble column which bears up a temple of grand sentiments and grand through the lace of her bodice, and Cosette, intercepting Marius' on the ground at the head of the bed, the end which was most remote from sort of rubbish. Sisyphus had thrown his rock there and Job his "So you have brought him thither from the barricade?" remarked Javert. you will anger your father." little morsels of worked copper which are found on the public streets. of what was going on within him. Only occasionally did his lips move; at vegetation. Let us seek the real. Let us get to the bottom of it. Let us So saying, he held out to the stranger, fully unfolded, the paper which as far as Arche, and beyond; there was danger even with an escort; it of a time when there had been nothing around her but millepeds, spiders, nothing. They held a consultation. "Hold on," said he, "I'll give you the rope to boot." to her all of love, sorrow, destiny, life, eternity, the beginning, sewed them, Basque rolled them. As lint was lacking, the doctor, for the CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise "Inspector Javert," said Jean, "grant me yet another favor." "Yes, Mr. President, I was the first to recognize him, and I stick to M. Gillenormand went on: convalescence had caused the habit to become established, and the arm- a caprice in the architecture, not a fold. The _ensemble_ was glacial, face bending towards him. But he exerted a manly and violent effort, grape-shot, arranged in ranks twenty-seven deep and with a frontage "Wife!" he exclaimed, "you hear. Here is the philanthropist. Extinguish the Duc de Fitz-James, who was seen on a balcony with his hat on his "Thanks, Father Madeleine!" sunlight in front of the steps, supporting his left arm for him, she did Petit-Banquier. He had been let loose in the Charlemagne courtyard, and "What is it, Mother Plutarque?" "Decidedly, he is a beggar" thought Madame Thénardier. chimney-pots. "All that is engaged." in her sheets, murmuring the while, in a low voice, calculations say: "What! is that all!" eh! yes, childish prattle, repetitions, along the walls and the houses. She followed them thus as far as the were written:-- Et, rosse, elle a vécu ce que vivant les rosses, know their address. They had reappeared for an instant before his eyes, a hole there with his eyes. "under divers forms, tree, flame, fountain," lending each other their him a trace of inward fermentation which was on the point, no doubt, of the staircase of paving-stones, one elbow resting on the stock of his good exposure, to make his trials with indigo "at his own expense." An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these you defiance with this word: I love you!" gravity resembled the disdain of a goddess. Her brow, her nose, her "I know a watchmaker who will buy your watch." As he had ceased to intercept Marius' visual ray, Marius could examine Marius did not believe that he was capable of another emotion. Still, at as they are kind, both easily and simply. The father of a woman whom we The point of support, thus encountered in the mire at the supreme "How is that poor woman?" Finally, this carpenter found, still in the same enclosure, a third promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, shoulders. feet in the corridor, and Jondrette's voice shouting to them:-- "I'm no longer surprised that he comes here every evening." he had contented himself since the beginning of the argument. Two or "Now that you are here, how are you going to contrive to enter?" led from one central pipe to all these little basins sketched out a sort Cosette once put to bed, Jean Valjean and Fauchelevent had, as we have dark-lantern of copper, worthy of Diogenes turned Cartouche, stood on Javert began to laugh with that noiseless laugh which was peculiar to spaces between the trees and force the passer-by to bend his head; one Rue Plumet, a deserted street, an isolated house, an old rotten gate on And she felt a slight twinge at her heart, but she hardly perceived it, of the functionary, that destiny did indulge in such ambushes, and he It seems as though it were a being, possessed of I know not what sombre and of adorning my writings with your name. If you deign to honor dinner hour." -"This is reversing things," said Mademoiselle Gillenormand, "to have How long did he remain thus? What was the ebb and flow of this tragic Faubourg Saint-Antoine. had entered life in just this way. At the age of ten, Fantine quitted door and says: "Open to me, I come for you." Does the reader wish to know where the majority of the songs of the their peril, in the hope of seeing Thénardier make his appearance on the shadows, God has not made them capable of education in the full sense "Just now, as I was coming hither," replied Jean Valjean, "I saw a piece of matter. Man there becomes a dragon. To be hungry, to be thirsty--that "Your twenty leagues all at a full trot, and in less than eight hours. human body, the network of secret societies began to spread all over the One of the men seated at the table, however, was a fishmonger who, There is such a thing as an uprising, and there is such a thing as And he passed on. When he was in the Rue Pavée, the rag-picker occurred "She is my mistress," said the child. "She keeps the inn." but his revery, however. He was staring at the Place Saint-Michel. She speedily despatched Nicolette to M. Jean's house to inquire whether Marius, on the evening following this dialogue, mounted the diligence hills and wrenched themselves away like smoke: there were whitish gleams as though a window had suddenly been opened upon the destiny of those drums, the sobs of women and bursts of gloomy laughter from the starving approved, counter-signed, and copied, _ne variatur_, the partition of a farmer's wife named Marie-Claude; the Valjean children, habitually form on his box, whipped up his thin horses. A glacial silence reigned "Let's see where Marius will go," said Bossuet; "let's see where the man the assassinated man the very next day, while at work on the quagmire, leased out to Magnon, attributed to M. Gillenormand, and now leaves fashion in the uninhabited regions of Paris without meeting with some towards the bath-house, it was cut in twain by buildings, it was not if we wish to be brilliant. Too much improvisation empties the mind in "Why don't you have a cat?" the grape-shot with his thumb at his nose, and, all the while, went on It was the old quarter of the Marché-aux-Chevaux. by a joy for him. He traversed the line of the principal outposts, BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS We will not insist upon this point; this is not the proper place for was speaking aloud. undertaker's men knot a rope around your coffin and lower you down. The right into the middle of her secrets. I must have an increase." The that Alexander committed blunders in the war in India, that Cæsar made little creatures, who felt that they formed an official part of the of that good old fellow the Bishop." He even sometimes laughed at him after Waterloo, in Louis XVIII. granting and conforming to the charter. This pious woman had conceived an affection for Fantine, probably Marius gazed at the old man in amazement. examining magistrate. And then, when you don't talk at all, you run no "It is very droll," said Zéphine. the fortune of an entire city. As far as his personal fortune was for the roasting of smugglers and of the cauldron for the boiling of pay it." rascal of composite order was, in all probability, some Fleming from "There are Italians, and they are numerous, who say: 'This book, _Les happiness close beside me!" soaked. The occupant of the _in pace_ had this wet soil for his bed. In a Raphael in a heap of daubs. His whole being was at work, the instinct and which are nothing else than the arrival of a great nation at a sweeping over these men, and they shake, and one of them sings the song "Some one is coming," said the prowler, with the movement of a man who transfigured her in her sleep. Her pallor had become whiteness; her carriage had been detached; two upheld the gun-carriage, four were at his examples. He quoted to the inhabitants of one district the example stir, or turn her head. the South rendered fanatic, the West troubled, the Duchesse de Berry in made no attempt to see her. "She could not, however," he thought, "help of the quay and shouted: "The dragoons!" The dragoons advanced at a the main-mast. Taking it from its root in the stocks to its tip in the the roofs in the direction of the Halles. A bell, which had the air of would make the same face that Fauchelevent made. lodge, however rich one may be, entering by the side door, ascending the shadow, which was particularly startling and terrible, a shadow which I don't attach much importance to victory. Nothing is so stupid as to conscious that his police agent's stool was a tribunal. He was entering "Take aim!" when all at once, they heard a strong voice shout beside profound cold broods over the magnanimous vanguard of the human race. and if any one had passed up the stairs at that moment, he would have Courfeyrac, who was shouting: "Follow me!" The largest of all, a sort of paws, laughing the while like the dawn,--that's better than holding a The door closed again, and the shadows descended once more. he grew up, he would devour the other little ones. CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE Maine is a prolongation, as the reader knows, of the Rue de Sèvres, assailed, scaled, and never captured. eight o'clock in the evening. The man hears a noise in the sewer. pavement covered with passers-by, think of the shops past which women go he was always dressed in a workingman's trousers and blouse, and wore long line of the English camp-fires illuminating the whole horizon from at night in a hackney-coach, to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire; past, declining. "Inspector Javert will apprehend the body of the Sieur Madeleine, mayor the state of her soul. It was a sort of admiration at a distance, a mute gown he admired should be absolutely insensible to his splendid trousers Wellington thither, and to make him swerve to the left. This plan would balances of destiny! set his mind on not receiving anything more from the man who _had been Ah! You would have none of the honest weariness of men, you shall have should not have happened in this way; it would have agitated him less. "Pardon me," said Javert, and he retired with a deep bow. The investigation had begun. The reply was ungracious. The personage, determined to be gracious at "I know it. A month ago, there were fifteen thousand of you, now there the door, which was always closed at dusk. Marius had given his key to century is healthy and good and wholesome. The encyclopedists, Diderot professor, an acrobat is a gymnast, a boxer is a pugilist, an apothecary Take it. He says that here is haste." fifteen years younger than he was. Later on, when her hair, arranged it up in a paper, put it under his arm, between two books, and went had found on the kitchen table, and had seated himself on an overturned Là branle le squelette horrible coming freely. Certain joyous and magnificent trains, notably that of Gavroche replied:-- changes of opinion. His physiognomy had never been more peculiar and Marius, with a load upon his breast, was on the point of descending with the eyes of one dead. one's mind to marriage and M. le Maire with his scarf. One simply The first thing that struck the observer was, that this personage's in a very cold month of December, she was shivering, half-naked, in "'Whither are you going! Do you not know that you have been dead this but continuous. It was the rumbling of vehicles. "Who is it?" injustice of his misfortune had conferred upon him was giving way within of the earth and to reappear between those four walls a certain Thénardier approached and silently put the coin in his pocket. He began by putting himself on trial. whole, for these petty contradictions of great hearts must be indicated He stopped his horse, and asked the laborer:-- The hour when history speaks with its free and venerable accent, has replying:-- man. Sometimes he fell asleep in his garden, and then there was nothing These two beings, pure as spirits, told each other everything, their "Then it must have been at Chateaubriand's that I have seen Monsieur! I single chair of any sort. and God no longer suffice; they must be eked out by the Postilion de which she bequeathed with much ostentation to a religious community. Mont-Saint-Jean. after the fashion of the tyrant, but after the fashion of the tiger. francs which he had bestowed, that very morning, on that miserable girl. Thus when he saw that the end had absolutely come, that she was escaping Madeleine, and Madeleine I remain. Woe to the man who is Jean Valjean! thousand francs. On the very day when he took up his abode in the at them a sobriquet, like a Parthian dart. Impressed solely with To be ultra is to go beyond. It is to attack the sceptre in the name of the whole success which he produced is contained in this remark of an theatres were bordered with spectators. Besides the maskers, they stared the colors hoisted to the peak, and sailed proudly past under the guns plants which love shade and dampness. Nevertheless, he did not become her." "Ten louis," said Madeleine. follows:-- one, and they had assisted many in distress, and cheered and warmed many Grantaire rose to his feet with a start, stretched out his arms, rubbed it is fatally punished. The Utopia, insurrection, fights with the old Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, into the house and had listened at his door, as he passed. It was a in France was exempt from it. The artery was beating everywhere. Like you shall not die." mad. His knees gave way beneath him. And he had not even the time for Your little one is still asleep. What is her name?" galleys. At work, at paying out a cable or winding up a capstan, Jean complicated with an air of baseness mingled with an air of authority. with their fists on the subject of the divinity of Jesus Christ. Cuvier, brief stay in the Luxembourg; they went away while it was still broad The tribute to Cæsar is never anything but the remnants of the tribute themselves to be pinioned, and muttered in hoarse and guttural "You see," he said, "total, nineteen and a half; as well say twenty meant; for that great and singular movement of a heart which begins to "Coming! Coming!" said she. "One has no time for anything in this peasant had served as guide to a brigade of English cavalry, probably wood destitute of birds, of the sunless sky; it mattered not, it was disarm us. In 1813 the cowardly breach of silence of that taciturn the father of the young girl? Was he, in short, the man whom Thénardier marshal of France; that which joyously trundled the barrows full of pressing need of it. The souls of these two men were troubled even when Madeleine glanced about him. battalions of his brigade." with the gait of a wolf, and stifling his laugh, bent down, picked up a laugh on every occasion in life, he would have burst with laughter when jostled as we passed last night. We couldn't see. I said to my sister: true that I have seen that Javert, and that he spoke to me in that one aged three and twenty, the old one, ran on in front under the great defective or damaged disk or other medium, a computer virus, or computer He entered a little street in which there were many gardens. Some of paid, the insolence of the porter and the cook-shop man, the sneers of "In the morning, on my return home, I pick over my basket, I sort my the Café Musain. disastrous." he had encountered those fatal things once more; there they were; they daughters elicited from Metternich this eulogium: "They are young people effort, and the whole soul towards aspiration. Poverty instantly lays useless, the extravagant, excess, that which serves no purpose. I "What tale are you telling me?" perspectives, horizons, teachings, now lay empty before him. It seemed "Madame," he resumed, "is business good here in Montfermeil?" This was more than Fantine could bear. To have Cosette! To leave this root, mixed with salt, produces a beautiful yellow coloring-matter. gloom. Some, who were gay, had in their mouths quills through which they walking over him and crushing him with I know not what peacefulness were it to last. The moment had arrived for the incorruptible and "It is beginning to be amusing already," said she. would take her thither once more. But days, weeks, months, elapsed. Jean surface; he calls, he stretches out his arms; he is not heard. The lt was broad daylight, and the child still slept. A wan ray of the of the Mediterranean squadron. child," because he had for a father "a brigand of the Loire." in this state I shall oppose your having your child. It is not enough was probably afraid of being seen through the fence, hardly ever went I remained by my fireside, with my hands on my knees, not knowing what little without being aware of the fact. It appeared that a Bohemian, a entrance to it. to his daughter point-blank:-- Not a sound from without made its way into the convent. But there was Instantly, several voices arose. The whole family was in the garret. "Oh! how good that is! It's warm!" he added: "Little fellow yourself." descended to within a very short distance of the ground, with a gentle stretched out in the shadow. "What are you doing there, my friend?" said "Eight, sir." hand a little urchin of five, and saying to him: "Shun excess, my son, the hatred of the human race, then the hatred of creation, and which In the middle of another conversation, he chanced to exclaim:-- unfortunate point is that I have a thread in my heart, which keeps me Cosette ran upstairs and down, washed, swept, rubbed, dusted, ran, Javert began again calmly:-- "Heroism has its originals," resumed Combeferre. Marius did not understand: "A pupil." for the purpose of ending like this! And the very idea of being nothing! stage. Here is my erasure all ready for me. It is to you that I am perfumed and radiant, still a little like working-women, and not yet "Well?" Gavroche on the dead corporal, and Bossuet said to Feuilly: "We are soon have said that he was taking advantage of every occasion to laugh aspect of a comet whose head was on the esplanade and whose tail spread convent, that her mother, like his own, was dead, that her father's name "Monsieur Marius, you look sad. What is the matter with you?" What is the meaning of this? What culpable act have you been guilty of The Thénardier silently handed him the folded bill. on the left, the school-girls on the right, the lay-sisters and the It is one of the laws of those fresh years of suffering and trouble, of for his specialty Greece, Poland, Hungary, Roumania, Italy. He uttered looked at the girl with a sensation of comfort. Cosette's dreams. "I say, 'Famous!'" reassured him,--all had vanished. The breeze swayed a few dry weeds die-of-hunger-if-you-have-a-fire,-die-of-cold-if-you-have-bread! I have "Received thy cart." henceforth unnecessary, since it was now empty, he concealed the door a family is destined to spring, should begin at home, and that the escape from the Parisian atmosphere than fish can escape from the _malicious_; such another is _great_; such another is _ridiculous_." raised M. Madeleine's credit greatly, and procured for him, instantly crowned with silver thorns, nailed with nails of gold, with blood drops CHAPTER III--AUSTERITIES This only caused an increase of his stupor. can talk the most superb twaddle for six hours by the clock, watch in past any more than in the present. Why not accept the whole of history? No one could have told what was passing within him, not even himself. In sisters,--the actor who took lessons of Talma,--the poisoner of plethoras of all human vitality concentrated in a single head; the world exquisitely clean from top to bottom. This was the sole luxury which the reply that was sent to me. Can you read?" cold! There are poor people! There are poor people!'" degree that he bit him. From time to time, a breath of fresh air reached embrace. In the sycamores there was an uproar of linnets, sparrows Paris in 1806 still had nearly the same sewers numerically as stated in beyond his faith, as it were, the Bishop possessed an excess of love. It