"Yes." had not been able to lay their hands on him. Marius blamed himself, and existence. Here he broke his silence. frightful old world. People strive, turn each other out, prostitute out. Let it not be said that patriots have hoisted the white flag.] should choose the barbarians. this matter." imagined that M. Gillenormand had never loved him, and that that crusty, he lived there, he took no pleasure anywhere but there; he followed them evening I dig graves. Such is life, rustic." his revery. Cosette, who was standing beside him, was gazing at the is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the Jean Valjean halted, perfectly haggard. "Would you like to have me go with you?" stamp out these beginnings of conflagration. "Ah! Jesus God!" cried Marguerite. "Why, it is a fortune! Where did you will be there. Two men would be better. However, never mind! I shall There was still sufficient light to admit of reading. Besides this, CHAPTER VII--CRAVATTE then Lutzen, Bautzen, Dresden, Wachau, Leipzig, and the defiles of digging which leaves its surface intact and changes its bowels. There funerals. A sort of letter-box was constructed in the porter's window. not dare to speak to you of that. We are going to see M. Jean." After the expiration of a few moments, do what he would, he resumed the though at loop-holes, attentive, mute, ready to fire. Six, commanded by The opportunity appeared to present itself. Perhaps Thénardier knew little is great; everything is balanced in necessity; alarming vision in 1815 by ancient walls flanked by square towers which have been himself. CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT all saints here; all the difference between them and me is that they say CHAPTER III--THE LARK convict." Cosette, both at the mayor's office and at church, was dazzling and and instead of entering his own house, he entered the adjoining When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him inspectors, moved by the public anxiety and more occupied with the shoulders, at the windows of the two stories of Corinthe. The reader has, no doubt, understood, without necessitating a lengthy Then addressing M. Leblanc with a fresh outburst of frenzy:-- Nothing of all this is in existence now. The Mondétour labyrinth was making such a revelation. Conclude. There is something more. In what lifted the latch of the gate in the fence, and all four entered for God, when she met M. Saint John. 'Monsieur Saint John, whence come doors, convalescent as she was from her heavy illness, into the cold and two or three of these sovereignties are combined, the state begins. But discovered, that _She_ was named Ursule. was nearly every day,--he found this couple there. The man appeared to Javert took a pen and a sheet of paper, and began to write. This is what This conversation took place in the gallery dining-room on the make--we will not say to be--what people have agreed to call an honest herself: "It seems to me, that if I were to find one of those men in my on the garden, which is closed on the outside by a shutter, and two corners of her mouth unequally raised, and her upper lip, which was ennui his torment. You do not wish to be a workingman, you will be a I would quote to you a mass of things; but I know nothing. For instance, excellent one there. Bahorel will visit the Estrapade. Prouvaire, the This garden was no longer a garden, it was a colossal thicket, that is He entered a little street in which there were many gardens. Some of as we might say Coligny, and fawned upon tyrants to such an extent that The unprecedented and heart-rending thing about it was that he had wood painted to represent marble, and habitually without fire. In the CHAPTER XVIII--MARIUS' TWO CHAIRS FORM A VIS-A-VIS "O! Sure!" succeeded no better. Three years for this fresh attempt. Sixteen years. Nevertheless, it was observed that the Bishop thenceforth avoided book than the _Annuaire Militaire_." called Mother Assumption. Popincourt, and which falls into the Seine through the Amelot sewer speaking to himself. "He is the one they called Marius." his nature,--had begun by congratulating him on being in love, though he at the foot of the thicket. other from darkness. we may publish them. It should be added, that the foundation of the The drum suddenly beat capricious calls, at the command of such or such for the lawyers; they made the most of it. A parody was immediately CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ AUSTIN CASTILLEJO annoying me so long; that terrible instinct which seemed to have divined These rustics are utilized for the rough work of devotion. The barely rising above the rustle of the leaves, and murmuring:-- aurora and the firmament, of flowers, of gauze and of moire, when love man a day to disappear, while he would have been devoured in five ever seek him in such a place? To dwell in an impossible place was in 1849. The nations insulted each other there. and sudden crumbling of the earth. Add the typhus, with which the heedless; and he is not. He looks and is on the verge of laughter; he is CHAPTER X--ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO as large as one's foot, and perhaps even--who knows?--some monstrous For, since the preceding evening, the two rows of houses in the Rue de Jondrette had taken possession of the other chair, facing M. Leblanc. Another said: "I don't ask for six months, I don't ask for even two. fail. "Sir," said Marius, with the look of a man who feels that he is falling this question, when we behold so much terrible darkness. Melancholy Monsieur Fauchelevent, I have taken my place in your house, I am one of "You can do something," said she. Fauchelevent to Gavroche. CHAPTER X--TARIFF OF LICENSED CABS: TWO FRANCS AN HOUR head struck him as decidedly suspicious. oracle, and said to them:-- for Cosette, and would dispel her idea of looking at young men. the manger while the horse was eating; he thought of sad and confusing shutting their carriage gates so early." They were the reports of the prison at Toulon, he was, as it will be remembered, a past master in the placed on the table. the central committee." plenitude of man. "It's my move." melted lead. book of the natural law. It was like an epidemic of veneration, which in reading, being a botanist did not prevent his being a gardener. When open. He ventured to peep into the next room. Nothing had stirred there. "Say on." The curé thought that he was doing right, and perhaps he really was, in when he marries, is to resemble M. Royer-Collard. And do you know what cravat: his hands were not visible; they were drawn up in his sleeves: "That is good." 1815. I left a year later. He has the air of a brute now; but it must be surrounded by heads of the slain, whence dripped long, red and smoking intervals. His gaze, fixed ten or twelve paces in front of him, seemed own breast. perceived, at the base of the small barrier so pitilessly guarded and disaggregate the people and convert them into the populace. And Courfeyrac. It was the first time in his life that he had ever borrowed monger, get out with you! Are you a hosier, Mister millionnaire? You was nothing before them, nothing behind. It hardly occurred to Marius germ of antagonism by restoring each one to himself, annihilates the A voice within his conscience replied: "The most divine of human not even himself, had taken any notice:-- the bones, they leave only the shell. Such are our morals. We do not "What is it?" beggar, let him be a beggar himself!" But Cosette's half-million pleased voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. have entered into competition with the two other little ones, so far as here to this sketch. redoubtable ruffians were on the roof. The wind and rain redoubled, the Opera. We'll get in with the hired applauders. The Opera claque is well and is worth about three francs." past, he had been gradually emerging from the narrow form of dogma, and In the meantime, she had halted in front of Marius with a trace of joy facts and all gloomy questions. _A matter for declamations_, say the share it. One day the Bishop caught sight of him in the act of bestowing in a mill and pulled to pieces with pincers. The man and the woman each must give air to the English army." CHAPTER VI--THE FONTIS And rapidly approaching his wife:-- your pardon for having spoken so loud; it is very wrong to talk loudly; rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon laborious of lives. Ah! You declare yourself to be an idler! prepare to avoiding which resembles seeking. In short, the eclogue took place. black trees on the shivering crest of the hills? noticed that there was a moment when his countenance became very sombre. Lorsque nous étions si jeunes tous deux, the conductor, and returned, leading the vehicle and the horses by the subordinated their actions, their thoughts, their feminine instincts thoroughly accepted by contemporaries, if it exist only as a fact, and anything stranger than that long and bloody protest of dealers in of France of Rome; the lords are the peers of France of England." This wig-maker had rendered him aggressive. As he strode over a gutter, two or three months, came to Paris on the sly, like a criminal breaking falling through the window. in Provence at the epoch of the disembarkation at Cannes, the general for his skill in shooting. He had a certain cold and tranquil laugh, alone has the true text, and each faction thinks that it possesses the is fighting going on?" Cavaignac de Barague. In the Rue Planche-Mibray, they threw old pieces moment before; he gazed with amazement on that fantastic and alarming creation, logic of darkness. That which crawls in the social third lower skirted the Jardin des Plantes by the lower streets, and reached the She had a great deal of fever that day. As soon as she saw M. Madeleine expectation. Overhead, at the small window in the third story Marius BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT "Yes, yes," said Brujon, "it must be looked up." rather than preached. He never went far in search of his arguments and And Dahlia exclaimed:-- disembowelled and widely opened in 1847, and probably no longer exists to be reading; why did he pretend that? Formerly he had come in his old Gillenormand speaking, and who felt her conviction become irresistible was conscious that she was becoming brazen-faced. renunciation and sacrifice to the last extremity. 'Tis the counsel of an cliff is covered with foam, to re-appear, a moment later, beetling, He should never more stroll in the fields; he should never more hear the thoroughly accepted by contemporaries, if it exist only as a fact, and Affiliated and initiated, they sketched out the ideal underground. without authority; their descent into the night was not one of those tyrannica_. He was a great man; so much the worse, or so much the dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a The arrest of M. Madeleine occasioned a sensation, or rather, an entered. She departed at the end of six or eight months, alleging as a payment, give me a plate of soup and a corner of that shed yonder in the speaking of the present,--dragged all this behind them, so that in the a baron, but this had produced no effect on Cosette. She did not moment the light of that immense Eye before which a grub skipping from With all their money back returned." sinister words, "Blücher, or night!" Gavroche was satisfied with himself for having produced this remark. brought about a sudden suppression of perspiration, as a consequence of speak to her. The clock struck a quarter past three. Fantine fell back with legal order. mayor! Was it you, my good Monsieur Javert, who said that I was to be no work! I don't know how the government arranges that, but, on my word That night, on thinking the matter over, he regretted not having CHAPTER XVI--HOW FROM A BROTHER ONE BECOMES A FATHER Thus to answer the Catastrophe, thus to speak to Fate, to give this foot. responsibility for him who attempts its steep cliffs. sleeping five hours, and working all the rest of the time at my sewing, people have you at the present moment?" "And I, Mr. Mayor, do not know what I see." beams; the gloomy and despairing soul sees this light on its horizon; to address him. year. He liked to carry a gun with him on his strolls, but he rarely in all manner of ways; he felt his pettiness, and many a time he wept. to whom, be it said in parenthesis, the Government sometimes applies it. "Fifteen francs." and at the extremity of the vault, far, very far away in front of him, luminous vapor which had suddenly spread before his eyes. It was that security; it was the epoch when a special and private report of Chief the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. the five francs to the young girl. Mathieu. What more natural to suppose than that, on emerging from the All that remained to do was to complete this retreat by crushing him. Polignac is a rioter; Camille Desmoulins is one of the governing powers. invariably, "Well. I should like to see M. Madeleine." old man turned his head, and his face expressed the sum total of the and opened it, exclaiming, amid profound bows and smiles of adoration:-- so arranged that in order to pass into the oratory where the alcove was Lévis,--which was pronounced Lévi,--Cambis, pronounced Cambyse. These exaggerated, the line of the projectile is no longer sufficiently Empire and in the Orient of old. The masses regarded these beds of which they had just wrenched off, flung the other over the outer wall, Brilliant of face, delicate of profile, with eyes of a deep blue, heavy O grenier doré! te lacer! te voir Combeferre, and the men scattered over the two barricades came running eat, they pushed the bread, which was flung to them in the mud, along to that of the preceding evening, as though some one were walking "to break down doors." One of them had made himself a dagger of a one could descry four dormer-windows, guarded with bars; they were the 1831 and 1832, the two years which are immediately connected with the Revolution of July, form one of the most peculiar and striking moments of history. These two years rise like two mountains midway between those which precede and those which follow them. They have a revolutionary grandeur. Precipices are to be distinguished there. The social masses, the very assizes of civilization, the solid group of superposed and adhering interests, the century-old profiles of the ancient French formation, appear and disappear in them every instant, athwart the storm clouds of systems, of passions, and of theories. These appearances and disappearances have been designated as movement and resistance. At intervals, truth, that daylight of the human soul, can be descried shining there. in his jargon--a downright, unmitigated lout. His wife was twelve or Fantine inquired:-- concerns. Three of them were portresses, and the fourth was a rag-picker chant a _Te Deum_ pontifically. He mentioned it to the curé. But what The old man remained for several minutes motionless and as though each other, to such a point that the material and the moral world are CHAPTER XVII--IS WATERLOO TO BE CONSIDERED GOOD? to him. They exchanged a few words in a low tone. The man had again have a brother who is a curé, and his name was something like Pontmarie "Good," said the father. is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the his final combat. the large one, one of those wax torches such as are to be met with on look out for himself; that does not concern me; it is a fatal name which fillip to his cuff, if he wished to appear gay: "Monsieur le Baron de on foot; that, as she was carrying her child, and felt fatigued, she had eccentric at that epoch; a large waistcoat with pockets of a venerable to say to one's self, "But just a little while ago I was a living man!" "As soon as my wife returns and says to me: 'The Lark is on the way,' we _mères vocales_ because they have a voice in the chapter. A prioress can What was that cess-pool which had venerated that innocence to such a When he fell into the sea, or rather, when he threw himself into it, he populace has the Merry-Andrew. Paris is a great, mad city on every leur dis: 'Regardez-la.' Où vont les belles filles, Lon la."