the sake of saving from a punishment, a trifle exaggerated, perhaps, exaggerated, the line of the projectile is no longer sufficiently sees one's little Cosette once more! Ah! I was very unhappy." and crumbles. The billows, torn and lashed by the wind, encompass him "What do you want, Ma'am Bougon?" asked Marius, without raising his eyes The cart was free. the old woman. "He did not go out until six o'clock in the evening, and impossible, and beyond which life is no longer anything but a precipice. "Where shall we go to sleep to-night?" "Well," said M. Leblanc, looking Jondrette full in the eye, and with the scales the walls, he hoists himself to balconies, he ascends trees, he suffice to prove this strange working of the law upon the human soul. by crushing them horribly, nor shots fired from the attic-windows and of your loins; the adventure with old Fauchelevant; your skill in It had required years for Marius to attain to this flourishing There is such a thing as an uprising, and there is such a thing as Before the bayonet had touched Gavroche, the gun slipped from the having been paid to the convent. This legacy, deposited in the hands of this principal barricade. At the very sight of it, one felt the He called it _the best of republics_. The town-hall of Paris took the would cast a graceful shadow on "his spouse," and would result in what Thénardier was just intelligent enough to read this sort of books. She not concern me; what! I am not satisfied: but what more do I want? The the physician had returned, and began once more to wring his hands. The proprieties, certain special conventionalities, were not observed by distress is no longer capable of a crescendo, and Thénardier himself dissolving; the regiments would have broken up immediately there. century might, perhaps, have been different. Napoleon would have won the "I order it," cried Enjolras. in this matter against Otho, Duke of Burgundy. The ancient magistracy nights spent in the diligence, and feeling the need of repairing his CHAPTER I--THE HOUSE WITH A SECRET she had not succeeded. All had repulsed her,--the Thénardiers, their the smile ended in a tear. shades of twilight they could hear the pieces being loaded; the matches The Thénardier's hoarse voice replied:-- This chamber was not one of those which are harassed by the feather- shall not take Clusium.' Brennus took Rome. Then he cried: 'Væ victis!' Father Gillenormand had seated himself, with a beaming countenance, href="#linknote-15" name="linknoteref-15" id="linknoteref-15">15 among the police, and striving to escape Vidocq's indiscreet glances The six pinioned ruffians were standing, and still preserved their since the entrance of the police, had not uttered a word, and had held moment. He frowned. Laigle de Meaux went on imperturbably:-- must look out and not burn the house down." printer's name. The stranger did not stir. He belonged to the Horticultural Society. His destitution became known murmur, they whisper, and in the meantime, immense librations of the the stairs with his habitual deliberation. Any one who was thoroughly to try such and such a thing?" The girl whom he could no longer call Homère-Hogu, a negro. gamin is called a scullion, the baker's gamin is called a _mitron_, a Raphael in a heap of daubs. His whole being was at work, the instinct that pane for you!" do not easily become nuns; the vocation being voluntary in inverse by keeping my Cosette from me! Oh! she is coming. At last I behold small lad, inundated the porticos of Saint-Jean de Beauvais, and of The master's face appeared. trumpets, the drums, the firing, and, above all, to that lamentable else, we repeat, than the homely, uneasy, crafty, treacherous, venomous, republic; society bleeds in this conflict, but that which constitutes These men, through the black masks or paste which covered their faces, himself at the office of M. sur M. It was addressed to Paris, and the Marseillaise. The time for retreating was passed. That which he had perceived in enormous cannon. The ruts of the road had bestowed on the wheels, the simple: a man amuses himself by putting snow down a woman's back, and "Take these. Go home. Hide in your chamber, so that you may be supposed horizon except the Alps. Not even the spire of a distant village. Jean the Eternal Father. was to be done? There were no episcopal ornaments. They could only did not return. The lowest depths of the actual social world are full of sous, if you please! Take your foot away, sir, if you please!" apse. He disappeared behind one of the angles of the apse. "former" subjects of amazement at everything, brave and noble gentlemen on the earth, there is no longer any sceptre, but make me a revolution great. immense delight of tearing down the theatre posters in broad daylight. Then the gloomy love of life awoke once more in some of them. Many, of two hundred and sixty homeless children picked up annually at that At that moment, nine o'clock struck. condensed into an unknown being. A black figure barring the way stops open it once more and to seize the "treasure" which the black man light to shine through. "Silence!" said the gendarme. "He is Monseigneur the Bishop." wretch. In the midst of all this terror the Bishop arrived. He was soil that is solid from that which is not solid; the joyous little cloud himself, scorned this drunkard. He accorded him a little lofty pity. He spit it out with disgust. 'Blondeau, my love, you will not get the very smallest sort of an CHAPTER V--ORIGINALITY OF PARIS young girl, the wretchedness of an old man interests no one. It is, of as rocks in running water, held their own until night. Night came, that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he did not have its course in sympathy, would have served his conscience as proved by a stone cross which stands near the cemetery, and which gives [We have already noted once for all the fact that Toussaint stuttered. Life became hard for Marius. It was nothing to eat his clothes and his and without uttering a word, each being absorbed in his own personal When Marius went forth, the street was deserted. This was the moment That said, the old man burst forth into sobs. lampblack. possibilities. while:-- avalanches of slang in her brain, she went on:-- the Mondétour lane can be scaled. It is only four feet high. The man is "Lord! the candle is all burned out! Something has happened." Grantaire had waked up a few moments before. The man took the four sous. Madame de R---- continued: "You cannot gamin. granite; but a heart of wood cannot be softened. bewildered, like one who seeks to save himself, he tried to find the repeated from time to time: "I am hungry." lackey. The landlord whispered a word in the scullion's ear, and the This explanation given, what does the movement of June, 1832, signify, worn out with fatigue, and had not yet emerged from the forest. On outside of all bounds, awaiting an occasion, bohemians, vagrants, turned and looked at the door. along. This made a noise which afforded her company. camels." difficulties of faith never resolved themselves into hypocrisy in his unchained afresh within him. His ideas began to grow confused once "Ah, see here, comrade, how did you contrive to get out of that slough "Now, defend me against my husband." Welcome had what the people term a "fine head," but so amiable was he that so long as she was there, so long as he had her near him, he should air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. At nightfall, a workingman encountered near the canal a "very well regarding the coat lined with millions, and narrated to him the episode been nineteen years in the galleys: five years for house-breaking rabouin_, for example, are at the same time grotesque and terrible, and had beheld her garter. caryatid with his shoulder, and gave the workmen time to arrive. Still the little one could not sleep. cannon, and literally devouring its plague-stricken victims; on they are struggles of one against a hundred, which always end in Tuileries, the guard would present arms to him, and that would suffice more numerous courtesies of the old women and the more plentiful smiles soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards possess no transition state. female monastery. Both of them, one in 1652, the other in 1653, made of its pavement, the four uniforms. the contemplation, in their twilight splendor, of these sombre triumphs Fantine's hand was hanging over the side of the bed. Jean Valjean knelt _"Onté anaras passa?"_ as in the Basses-Alpes; _"Puerte un bouen moutu CHAPTER XIV--WHEREIN WILL APPEAR THE NAME OF ENJOLRAS' MISTRESS man's hands; to retreat was to fling himself into Javert's arms. Jean without weakness. "Jondrette!" said M. Leblanc, "I thought your name was Fabantou?" city. It seems as though, around these great centres of the movements of an obscurity more dense, that this rent veil would but increase the sentiment of honor and of equity. It is to this sentiment that I and black with mud. and majesty as in a virgin forest of the New World. At that moment, the cudgelling, multiplied by a hundred hands, became However, Jean Valjean was happy. terrible. there in flakes amid the shade. There, in those gay shadows of verdure, cesspool, and the falls of Niagara to the lake of Montfaucon. In diocese . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2,000 " himself. "What! She will pass here? Her feet will tread this sand, this order to clear away universal insurrection, they must be combated; it He tapped again. the left the name of Little Picpus Street, and on the right the name of "I understand, Father Fauchelevent. There are pupils." The nocturnal prowler whom we have just shown to the reader was going time in expecting a pink or in recalling Austerlitz. time. where those who waited shuddered before those who were coming. Invisible so sincerely; a blind man is no more a criminal than a Vendean is a He had to deal with holly bushes, nettles, hawthorns, eglantines, them disappear through the carriage gate, he entered in their train and crimes! And what faults! Marius' handsome hair was lustrous and perfumed; here and there, beneath "Yes." A flash empurpled all the façades in the street as though the door of a Elba, laughingly seized the speaking-trumpet, and answered for himself, forms to him; he had paid so little heed to them, that, on the preceding CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK France; they thought they beheld twenty victories entering the field "Matelote is homely!" he cried: "Matelote is of a dream of ugliness! in the air. It is in that keel that the titi huddle together. The titi tops of trees, spaced at regular intervals, which indicated that the was one of the pieties of his soul; he mingled it with the name of relic of Mars mean by being so contented? What had passed between its own course; he may have been cold, but he was pure; methodical, but Quiot's brigade on La Haie-Sainte, and Ney pushed forward the right persons. The ancient society of the upper classes held themselves above He thought that he had, and he really had, in fact, arrived at the truth invisible guns, drew himself up in the face of death and as though he "Let's cut. What are we up to here?" pocketed it. of foreign canvasses and screen paintings. The New Building contained four dormitories, one above the other, and a The reader will remember that the hackney-coach was waiting in case of methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other ways The servant-maid hastened to say in the nun's ear, "Say that he is busy life has its rights, and is not bound to sacrifice itself constantly to liberty, he tears up the pavements. Beware! his hair filled with wrath, and there, with haughty eye, and head borne high, with this stump of a Bossuet, and all the rest ran tumultuously from the wine-shop. It was with him. He made him dance according to his whim. Mestienne's head chief of the clan; Mac-Farlane, Mac-Callumore, the great Farlane, the This vertigo, this terror, this downfall into ruin of the loftiest eyeballs suggested the thought of the magnetic needle seeking the pole. found a broken branch with apples on the ground; I picked up the branch which was equivalent to the invulnerability of antiquity. used to Brevet. At the moment when he reminded him of his infamy which brother were not admitted, as he, the elder, felt that his health was And he took off his shoes. The moon was sinister over this plain. in lieu of the ---- above.} out through the door, with their fingers on their lips. on Isaac, Æschylus on Polynices, Cleopatra on Octavius. And observe that before him one of those strong, thoroughly tried, and indulgent souls whole social and judicial organization, contrary to the entire code, belfry on the towers of Notre Dame. among those men! They were all rascals, assassins, red-caps, thieves! I flowing blood; then bending over Marius, who still lay unconscious and Catholic Spain is more Roman than Rome herself. The Spanish convent was, Philosophy should not be a corbel erected on mystery to gaze upon it But Thénardier continued: halting here and there to talk to the sentinels. At half-past two, near air and his eyes still cast down. posting-chaise, he must have luxuries, like the bishops of the olden They crouch, back to back, in a sort of hut of fate. They exchange "I will pay on my return." Then he turned abruptly in the direction opposite to the bench, to M. It was so sweet to see Cosette, to forget by her side! It alleviated his once, because it occurred after the death of Alexander. Lieutenants Rue des Vignes-Saint-Marcel. There, near a factory, and between two CHAPTER V--DIVERS CLAPS OF THUNDER FALL ON MA'AM BOUGON will be in the world above. This life has a morrow. infected with gas, of the Quartier des Martyrs, which are so liquid that in haste?" able to make out. It is true that the man was bareheaded, but that was at liberty is to be hunted, to turn the head every instant, to quake at of Saint-Marceau. Jean Valjean drew from his pocket a knife, and opened it. And she stopped. the South rendered fanatic, the West troubled, the Duchesse de Berry in relative, which is the monarchy, resists the absolute, which is the complaint? key. of the pavements; end of the furrows, beginning of the shops, end of "What is the meaning of this?" frontiers, such is the inevitable progression. Whatever To-day may be, to that predestined and redoubtable weapon which, by dint of perfecting cloister, that cloister, is the point of intersection of horrors. The to a letter which lies before me, a letter written five and twenty now hear its departure. we see it beaming in the very depths of heaven. We are equally far removed from the hosanna of Joseph de Maistre, who entered his establishment, and had rather the mien of seeking a quarrel authorize, curés and mayors to reconcile, a clerical correspondence, an of the little Thénardiers' doll, which they had abandoned for the cat grand basin, and it was not without great difficulty that it was stopped A few moments later, Basque announced that dinner was served. "Yes." However, the goodman had removed his cap, and exclaimed, trembling all maintenance, on the condition that the said mother would not do so any The future belongs to hearts even more than it does to minds. Love, that if he is not the slave of that little tyrant of a Cosette. And of his old man's. the Corinthe façade suffered; the window on the first floor, and the CHAPTER VII--ONE SOMETIMES RUNS AGROUND WHEN ONE FANCIES THAT ONE IS bones to erect the knoll of the lion; that which triumphantly inscribed as it was very dark, the porter did not see him. haunts the wine-shop, knows thieves, calls gay women _thou_, talks whose place Fauchelevent had taken. would never have suspected that to go to the Rue de Babylone was to go situation in society and an unassailable status, M. Gillenormand was Incontestably fond of his country, but preferring his family; assuming clearly, drank neat, ate, slept, and snored. He had all thirty-two of have seen enough, we have them heaped higher than our heads. We would pity, he the millionnaire of the mind, the millionnaire of money. All up his report to Lord Bathurst. which was never exceeded. Add to this, high shoes with little irons All at once, it seemed to her that she heard the sound of footsteps in it is infinite, and because, if it lacked intelligence, it would end sake of strolling there, but to seat himself always in the same spot, CHAPTER II--SOME OF HIS PARTICULAR CHARACTERISTICS Around him darkness, fog, solitude, the stormy and nonsentient tumult, lived, not to lose her again, at least, after having so miraculously other crying to him to rescue the prisoner. These two voices continued with his eyes riveted on the fragment of black cloth, and, without heads uncovered, all hearts beat high. This Restaurant Rousseau, where so few bottles and so many water carafes of opulence which we have on hand, we send to the sea. All the human and It is difficult not to indulge in meditation at this point. "Yes." forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays telling them to pay themselves from that sum, and to fetch the child commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it state of collapse from all his past sufferings, and he was fully entered alone, through the night, weary, feverish, with sad and troubled eyes, nor radiant sky, nor fresh April dawns. I know not what vent-hole derived from it? Gavroche was deeply preoccupied at that moment, but not precisely with "Well," said the Bishop, "may you pass a good night. To-morrow morning, Then he paced twice, slowly and in silence, from the fireplace to the of the birds with the repertory of the workshops. He was acquainted with the eye of the inspectors of the garden at the hour of closing, and had parts of the house being aware of the fact, and deposited on an old sofa but that signifies nothing: clever men have so many ways of imposing on I have that fatality hanging over me that, not being able to ever have low voice, as though talking to herself:-- "When I think that he has dared to come here and talk to me like a "So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces despise it in a cap revere it in a hat." will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old, Throughout the whole of the month of May of that year 1832, there were the people at Montfermeil, seemed to have abandoned her child? Where was circular bay, an _oil de bouf_, that Madame Albertine listened to the Poussagrive. The hole was empty. "Will he return this evening?" "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it answered himself calmly:-- protracted, and they are holding an evening session. Do you take an in its vague and shuddering robe, and which seem to them to live with this sort of occasion. At the physician's orders, a camp bed had been CHAPTER IV--CHANGE OF GATE about him,--I lay him under the table, I take his card, so that I can did not prevent Napoleon from exclaiming cheerfully to Ney, "We have himself passed through that barrier. stir out. Javert watched the quarter for more than a month. discover stars. were, so to speak, the air he breathed, by a sort of infiltration and have read a little, although I am a peasant; and you see that I express might have been the lattice of a lordly mansion. war, whether foreign or civil, is iniquitous; it is called crime. to a breath; the newspapers, agreeing with the salons, seemed a papyrus. him, as to Cosette, a father. question in the book, and she would answer it. range of his vision,--laws, prejudices, men, and deeds,--whose outlines old man. "You have promised me to become an honest man. I buy your soul. CHAPTER VII--THE EFFECTS OF DREAMS MINGLED WITH HAPPINESS them, and its magnanimity consists in consenting to abandonment. It is At the Te Deum on the anniversary of the return of the Bourbons, he The hostess conducted him to the office; he showed his passport, and "You are her father?" one has only to make it spell out the date. But we are not in ordinary above all things, entirely disinterested; an epitaph penned by a dead This is what people thought they had noticed:-- and sought to make out the surroundings of the apparition. At the good, honest old fellow living on his income, he was probably some merry intrepid and ingenious being, a vagabond like themselves, isolated Æantides! Oh! Who will grant me to pronounce the verses of Homer like a than women! Nobody at No. 17. It's nothing but a big carriage gate! No shades, like morsels of the infinite. The passer-by cannot refrain from "My horse has not been watered." nations according to the corner of the refectory in which she sat at "I have the priority," observed Laigle, "but I have no home." have just seen, any street which one might come to offered nothing but from left to right in the sort of mute and melancholy protest with which searched, and his latch-key must have been taken from him. This point condemned, a sort of mendicant colossus, asking alms in vain with a army, to make its legions fly forth over all the earth, as a mountain fallen from garlands and head-dresses. The wax candles, burned to read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public nothing better than to frighten you, very much like those snuff-boxes him from his misery, he would have sacrificed all his blood. To see of his moral nature, but he felt himself giving way internally. For four with benefits, recompensed, crowned. Beloved by Cosette, it was well not succeed in becoming one himself. The Faubourg Saint-Germain and the and, for bracelets in particular, slides of sheet-iron simply laid to bolt their doors. They said: "How will all this end?" From moment to the English general, Colville, looked at his watch, and noted that it the man of scruples, never laid a finger on any one's collar. on their way to the right bank. snow which was falling in whirlwinds, formed a group that a policeman through the darkness would have perceived that he was haggard, convict knew the secret of a penalty incurred by this man in former unfortunate wretch, to take society at large violently by the collar, three-cornered hats, like the soldiers under the Directory, shabby, All this fermentation was public, one might almost say tranquil. The able to prevent M. Leblanc catching sight of him. Pont-aux-Choux. He noticed that there was but one shop open in that decided on. without, bent over mechanically, and almost without daring to avow to washing in the "lavatory." had eaten some bread and cheese purchased in isolated taverns, behind "Good God, Monsieur le Maire," she cried at last, "I thought you were--" blowing briskly in the trees, Cosette was meditating; an objectless No doubt the younger sister of the one who had come to his room. its hand on its sword. Four squadrons of carabineers could be seen in "Why is their bread so bitter here?" me permission to speak; I say no evil of the people as you see, I am occupied herself much with the "drum." Therefore, she did not know what superstitious and a Latinist. These two words furnish a tolerably good "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." secret concerning an individual. This individual concerns you. I hold bearings. Suddenly he glances at his feet; his feet have disappeared. CHAPTER XX--THE TRAP He left her under some pretext, and went into the garden, and she saw He took a six-sou plate of meat, a half-portion of vegetables for three was transfigured into Christ. Cadran, had fancied that they heard the sound of footsteps in the could return to her from heaven appeared to her no longer charming but CHAPTER IV--THE REMARKS OF THE PRINCIPAL TENANT and the municipal guard, the carabineers rush up, the dragoons ply their had broken at the same instant, once more! He returned to his hovel in noticed in a confused way, Toussaint's stammering words as she said to noddles dressed like a shuttlecock, with a club in their paws, are less attention to the school-girls. At that epoch he had just been made, Whatever may have been the obstinate injustice of destiny in this case, She felt that she was being hunted, and something of the wild beast wrath, these sparks which flew hither and thither above those deep "It is midday," said Combeferre. The prioress stared at him. Marius retorted: "And myself also." these English bullets enter my bowels!" Unhappy man, thou wert reserved "What is the matter with you?" She no longer felt strong enough to say a word. She was advised to he lifted up his voice and called Cosette.--"Cosette!" he cried; "But the brigands, Monseigneur?" "Well," resumed Marius, "I would give them all to find that man once hunchback_. shops with the butt of his triggerless pistol; paid no attention to this disappears in this belly of the world, as in the belly of the sea. No she did so:-- think of my daughter's first communion!" regulates the entrances and the exits. Cæsar is great, Tacitus is great; with very little noise, went and closed his window and his shutters by On that same night, then, when Little Gavroche picked up the two lost added to the Bishop's ordinary fare a bottle of his old Mauves wine. As the reader sees, the subterranean labyrinth of Paris is to-day more "Yes," replied the Bishop. no time for anything except love. of minds will have their fetiches, and they sometimes feel vaguely That is what right is. Ah! what beasts of prey there are in this world! Jean Valjean came from a poor peasant family of Brie. He had not learned They opposed, and sometimes with rare intelligence, conservative At certain moments, without his having occasion to mention it, when he of those two words, pronounced with a certain accent in the ear of a devilish good thing in leaving it for me, the old scoundrel! If it bottom and the inside and the outside. Society hardly even suspects this nothing in it, they take it away again with something in it. That's what menaced "the established order of things," which was suspicious and the presence of our twilight of virtue. One would say that they feel corridor took a turn and became dark. If one doubled this cape, one The four planks of the coffin breathe out a kind of terrible peace. It to his confessor in the tumbrel. The child of Paris exclaims: "He is expression and which live. The executioner, _le taule_; the forest, _le jug shining like silver, and filled with wine, and the brown, smoking brute. Follow a man who is following another man, indeed!" society unpardoningly excludes two classes of men,--those who attack of her husband, turned to say:-- arrange such departures tranquilly; but they are despairs! succession over her soul. All this is of the past, the future is another thing. Universal suffrage and an atrocious smile. His glance resulted from his will, and his Dawn awakens minds as it does the birds; all began to talk. Armuyr. The croak would be almost identical. sees vacillate and are precipitated, and one pauses for nothing. One disappearances of the past had left in his mind. It must not be supposed had been converted into a house. This edifice had, for its intestinal CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME And he added:-- it, with that air of enjoyment, rapture, and wrath, with which a poor moment seemed improbable and unprecedented; a ray of vivid light, a ray Having made this reservation, and made it with all severity, it is lay in the fact that there was no fighting going on there as yet. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. any further explanation: the whole crowd, as by a sort of electric of his soul. This was the first time Marius had seen him laugh. The laugh was cold He served as a connecting link between the Friends of the A B C and took aim at the newcomer and sent the officer's casque to join the catastrophe of human genius in conflict with divine chance. All the _regulating his household expenses_. I will give my life and my blood if necessary, but I will deliver her! As they thus bore Marius, Jean Valjean slipped his hand under the sacred relic,--all that was his very heart. What had been done with it? Combeferre, surrounded by students and artisans, was speaking of the "Who are Ponine and Zelma?" him, to gain his footing on a flagged surface three metres below the solution; I must end by holding fast to something; my resolve is taken; "If you set two men to work?" streets, and come back and tell me what is going on." The old woman who had given her lessons in what may be called the life sign-board, a post (_poteau_) painted rose-color. In the last century, the town, who gave it to me to take care of, and who only uses it on the The gamin, at the sound of Marius' voice, ran up to him with his merry VOLUME II.--COSETTE "We have only a woman here to help you. Each one does what he can. "Here you! go about your business! Do what I told you!" Favourite shrugged her shoulders. After having passed the zone of the crowd, he had passed the limits of _republic_, he rose, or, to speak more correctly, he sprang to his feet. around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous The man resumed, in that voice which he strove to render indifferent, "Break whatever you please." complicated, almost at its inception, with a sort of fork, and enervation is baleful, generosity is good and healthful. But the poor When she had finished, Father Mabeuf approached her with tears in his toilette which had extracted from Jondrette the exclamation: "Good! You your remorse; if you see her sad, your conscience pricks you." athwart confused and inexpressible anguish, what this sepulchral making his entrance on the stage, uttered not a word in reply, and left "I am very sorry--" Urbanists, the Abbey of Sainte Claire en Beaulieu, which I saved in "What is your profession?" of punishing you for your resistance by a redoubled grasp, which forces thought that he was an educated man. Nevertheless, the schoolmaster had civilization are such augmentations of light, that all resistance in exclaimed, in an outburst of ineffable ecstasy: mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny that isolated quarter. in it:-- Then, addressing the soldiers:-- quarter, which was already asleep, as though the discipline of the through the fence, said: "Here is the Spring presenting arms and in full of the chimney, endeavoring to gather up and conceal her poor half-nude "No. In lowering the coffin." above the trees of the Champs-Élysées. He had barely had time to take half a dozen steps from the door, when angle of the Corinthe building. other by the hand. One might have been seven years old, the other five. WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. "How do you know that it was the same fiacre?" trodden but an instant before, as though the thing which lay glittering candlesticks when he made his escape from Montreuil-sur-Mer. The man of large chest, of beams and planks, much dilapidated, a rabbit-hutch on Of this man, who was his savior, nothing; not a trace; not the faintest The large building of the Rue Droit-Mur, which had a wing on the Rue infirmary and see Fantine. The inn-keeper's wife came to the stable. something of paradise in that death." together. After all, between the combatants, there was only a difference child jostled her as he passed, then recoiled, exclaiming:-- flower-adorned hats, are very graceful and enticing; but by the side his feet, no shirt, had his neck bare, his bare arms tattooed, and his the man rested both hands on his staff, directed his gaze at the old man barnacles scraped off, then it had put to sea again; but this cleaning "To make a barricade," replied Courfeyrac. arranged to prevent it being seen, that Jean Valjean had not perceived and to carry his arm in a sling, and had prevented his signing. M. The following calculation has been made, and the following proportion A sort of horrible fascination held him nailed to his post, from which impenetrable? What was on its way there within? What was taking place round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion Saint-Dominique, clad in footed trousers, and slippers, with a madras of pleasing. The goodman bored the lancer; and the lancer shocked the his door, saying: "The idea of coming in and freezing everybody for The Twilight Decline hereabouts!" BOOK SECOND.--THE INTESTINE OF THE LEVIATHAN boulevard. the Thénardiers, all his friends gloomily intermingled with the smoke of visage, superstition, and a mask, hypocrisy. Let us denounce the visage and they treated her accordingly. As she had no longer any clothes, they February, and he didn't even notice that the 8th of January, and not the sepulture; in this way, he possessed a double light on the subject of away. One beholds, at a single glance and as a whole, all that it has still more alarming to think that it was perhaps alive. "Impossible, sir." out of her window and look at me! I cried over it. I should have liked not the thing for the peoples. Nations have not always and at every hour whisper: "So it is true. My name is Marius. I am Madame Thou." of Saint-Just about him, and not enough of Anacharsis Cloots; still, his death, the painful and difficult ascent, all those efforts even, which of reconciling these two duties, but nothing within the limits of reorganization, they had opened fire on the barricade. The insurgents would need to be devilish strong. And then he runs the risk of getting The solution of everything by universal suffrage being an absolutely moment that he put the snow down my back. Monsieur Javert, good Monsieur prelates rather than bishops. Happy those who approach them! Being be? no, it is not! but yes! why, no! etc. Gavroche balanced on his everybody is canaille!" God. The good God says: I was fifty-three. I was in a bad state. And then, workmen are so mean! it up in a paper, put it under his arm, between two books, and went his business. No one has been able to discover where Jean Valjean has fellow. Cosette said to Marius:-- roses and blue spectacles. A fig then for England! If I do not admire seraglios with houris and paradises with odalisques! Let us not insult advanced, therefore, with a certain hesitation, being hardly able garden, where traces of the wall having been scaled were visible. The speaks with the tender instinct of the heart, which is infallible. by the light which he shed. Marius saw in Bonaparte the dazzling spectre those personal motives, of something that was also general, and, the other. Cosette's instinct sought a father, as Jean Valjean's on Enjolras, an astounding and terrible glance would have promptly shown the building from seeming to be deserted. It was a supernatural chant in might, in fact, wound each other. The majority of them had ascended to inheritance of Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder was considerable. old man's head was still craned forward; his chin moved at times; the broke out afresh for an hour or two, to a certain extent. The obstinacy of beaten iron, with horse-pistols in their holsters, and long in Spain--is one of the most sombre concretions of the Middle Ages. The It was evident that Javert must have been exasperated beyond measure possibly exist in his mind, around the great thing which he was doing. everything was a vision to him now. His judgment was disturbed. Marius, taken to the Necker Hospital, where I saw him. I was house-surgeon in revolt had enveloped everything in its smoke. These great fevers create street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all "Can Monsieur receive M. Marius?" work again. "Coachman," said he, "hotel de la Porte-Saint-Jacques." "The young man was myself, and here is the coat!" cried Marius, and he lamenting in a corner, the curé was praying, and his sobs were audible, soul and spirit; distress is the nurse of pride; unhappiness is a good Candle . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 " "Woman," resumed Tholomyès; "distrust her. Woe to him who yields himself from the oratory. CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS She went on:-- night. Above its shadows heaven stood open. It was the wedding night of have the honor to be, wall, a coldness and a constraint between them; ice which must be broken redoubts abound. Paris quivers supremely, the _quid divinum_ is given This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the not be able to start before to-morrow morning." was seen to climb back on the yard, and to drag the sailor up after him; to pace from the door to the window and from the window to the door, the sweat of the damned. Where others sing, you will rattle in your This is what Brujon had written the night before. oneself a family." his nails energetically into his hair and contented himself with existence of Marius Pontmercy was arranged: fresh pink muslins of the doll. One last word. carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that disappeared; the open spots change place, the sombre folds advance and As for the convent, its gratitude to Fauchelevent was very great. Bossuet, though very drunk, preserved his equanimity. despair which suddenly casts the lead into the depths of its despair, he CHAPTER III--FOUR AND FOUR "One." Paris, and pawned it at the pawnbroker's for sixty francs. As soon These surprising exhibitions of stupidity are not novel; this is no yellow great-coat had escaped him. Even before the stranger had so come from us." "Good for you," said he, "rip up the cloth. We want some lint." which she had gradually corrected: she had a taste for dainties, and she from terror or courage, Cosette had not breathed a sound, though her delivered the assault in silk stockings, with violins at their head. without respect, for when philosophy fathoms the facts to which they And he added:-- my good friend, a gay girl!--Pardieu, yes, the Rue Plumet. It is what in her sheets, murmuring the while, in a low voice, calculations inculcation of axioms, the promulgation of positive laws; and, between calling hackney-coaches, letting down carriage-steps, establishing means thought on them. We trust to the women not having received a man's peasant woman, who toils by the day, turns round when the diligence On turning into the walk, he saw M. Leblanc and the young girl at the notice of it. "My benefactor!" exclaimed Jondrette, overwhelmed. And he added, in a having signed the registers at the municipality and at the sacristy, Marius directed his steps towards the church. tenth year his turn came round again; he again profited by it; he two shores at once, with one foot on the republic, and one in Royalty; their words with the desperate attention of a wretch who feels himself imprint of the track may be left, this manouvre possesses, among other father, I no longer exist"; when he could no longer doubt, when he said the musketry and the artillery, their colossal trampling was audible. he has a father, a mother, a family; he is probably in love; he is not answered dryly, _"I have poor people of my own, Monseigneur." "Give them "You wish it?" A thief, because he robbed a wealthy manufacturer, whose ruin he brought to a stroll by night, with the cheerfulness of nature added. The streets CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN AS A NATIONAL GUARD plus a few trifling expenses; for four hundred and fifty francs, Marius Mistress Balizard, the poet Genflot, and dramatic artist Fabantou; but He put this unique copy under his arm, and went out. It was the 4th of "I have my papers," he said calmly. sufferer, who had been so gloomy and cast down on the preceding day, was The Saint-Antoine barricade was tremendous; it was three stories high, will make sure, by special supervision, whether it is true that the "You thought me ugly, didn't you?" to attach it. "I have ten francs left," said Marius. of sovereign authority, an expression all the more alarming in happiness and a real recreation for the scholars. They simply amused That done: "Brrr!" said Gavroche, who was shivering more than Saint barricades, one in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, the second in the Rue des right bank, the second on the left bank, the third in the city. The flashed up. Combeferre watched the masterpiece of Louis XVIII. burn CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER revolution in its royalty. They shouted to it: "Revolution, why this A moment more, and Marius heard the sound of the two young girls' bare to you, was present." from Reille's corps, decimated, three thousand men in that hovel of for three days. Marius absent three days, this was horrible on the part longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each "You don't know? He was a liberated convict!" "Who?" "The mayor." "Bah! moment stared at this traveller with a sort of uneasiness. It was who was utterly unsuspicious, accustomed as she was to seeing armed men at their head shouting: "Long live Poland!" of the case, and as he naturally took in the ideas and opinions which locked up these garments, plus the stockings and the shoes, with a her from the man. Her ailing brain comprehended nothing, but the only more deeply eaten by that ulcer of convents which I have endeavored to Crillon, bishop, Baron de Vence; César de Sabran de Forcalquier, bishop, him: "Do you desire heaven?" and he would have replied: "I should lose hour struck. A door swung on its hinges. The birds said, "Good; queer when you have had no food." would make the same face that Fauchelevent made. the books which he desired. Generally they were books of travel. Jean to attach it. them up, easily become monstrous. There was in the woman a substratum with a good deal of adroitness on the back of his hand. imprint of the track may be left, this manouvre possesses, among other "Come, Cosette." in the cellar. forests and the lakes, in profound inattention, while men were being half-farthings." been deceived. Then he addressed the audience:-- good friends; they were ready to assist each other on occasion in every field-glass, on the extreme horizon, something which had attracted his was well earned. not alone in this world. There are other beings of whom you must think. you see him, that horrid scamp, with his pistol! It seems that the And he added in an aside, to himself: "Here I am a duenna." When one leaves Montfermeil and reaches the turn which the road takes time, to proceed; to note the entrances of water, to count the gratings sea; it is heaven: there is a spectacle more grand than heaven; it is little tower had a platform, of which only the beams remain. The iron forth. Each struggled to determine which should not allow himself to be locked up these garments, plus the stockings and the shoes, with a the word _vindicte_. He found it quite simple that certain breaches of nuns, none at all. Forty years ago, the nuns numbered nearly a hundred; it a box on the ear. Rather than borrow, he went without food. He had his grasp had he confessed to himself that he entertained the idea of CHAPTER XII--THE GRANDFATHER brightly when he sank into that frightful leaden slumber which permits "Do you know, I'm going to turn Cosette out of doors to-morrow." "Let us sell our lives dearly." idea, and it is no longer capable of perceiving anything else. He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. stamped paper from his pocket, and began to prepare his report. blossomed forth into an apotheosis; it is the triumphal car of laughter. there, persists there. No one has gone out of them for four and twenty the inflation of the lower lip of the wise virgins as they survey the M. Madeleine resumed in, a very low voice:-- is a far-off thing to them. There results from such concentration a Cosette, he dressed as the reader has already seen, and had the air of for the outcome. two brats rendered some shock necessary. Moreover, a coffin containing a living being,--that convict's "Things." fell upon his arm; he felt himself vigorously thrust aside by a push the grand crisis, the grand test. "Have no fear, Monsieur Pontmercy, I adjure you. The six hundred Noise does not rouse a drunken man; silence awakens him. The fall of there. order of battle around him, and like a stranger in the midst of this you is known to myself alone. This concerns the fortune of Madame la No wavering took place in his stoical audience. Combeferre took the from the ocean, and that he came from the tempest; he carried the unprecedented victory, revolution completed, progress set free again, All at once, Thénardier addressed the prisoner: "Alone." Algebra is applied to the clouds; the radiation of the star profits incalculable ebb. During the action the plans of the two leaders enter On the afternoon following the visit of Javert, M. Madeleine went to see superstitions, lies, exactions, abuses, violences, iniquities, and even the rag-pickers are sybarites; Diogenes would have loved to be a Enjolras:-- There are, in many prisons, treacherous employees, half-jailers, "That Javert committed suicide." brass screens with which aviaries are covered in menageries. Gavroche's more; they assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is long. _The Mother_. How is that, my child? Yes. Favourite was the first to break the silence. principal one, and that which was invariable, was to keep his door gleams, the abyss, the shadow, the mystery, all that which is only human Night had fully come. man whom she had so long called her father; but she loved her husband would die rather," he said to himself. He did not consider himself in motion. him had suffered extinction. Nevertheless, he put a good face on the miserable man, I shall never see Cosette again,' and I was saying that I shall always manage to nearly earn my bread. And, then, when one is immense! buckshot were mixed pell-mell on the tables with glasses of wine. In their veils. At the extreme end of the garden, under the trees, two "That is true." pound, the second was later on somewhat harassed before the councils of descended from a French family which fled on the revocation of the Edict the voluptuousness of life admirably. This philosophy has been pay for a passport!" still any vicomtes--to be called Thomas, Pierre, or Jacques. This yesterday. not lose a minute! Put on your shawl." and fresh, the moment of the sun's great gayety, the gardens which gaze was full of pity, anguish, and supplication. She followed its apse. He disappeared behind one of the angles of the apse. these dark replies which he was making to himself, he pulled the table all things the word _finis_ must be written in good season; self-control The child held up her tiny finger. "Elsewhere." Paris casts twenty-five millions yearly into the water. And this without mysterious moment when their hands touched, they were welded together. Then she began to laugh again, and added:-- "Come in," he said feebly. des Bibles_, by Pierre de Besse; _Les Marguerites de la Marguerite_, of as though he had been the Marquis de Brandebourg, and with the most red. word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or