He stepped to the window. The snow was still falling, and streaking the centimes." them, the man and the child, the penitent and the innocent, felt that an instant since the night before; a proof that the other barricade, the even in the case of a civic murder, even in a murder for liberation, if offends my sight. It humiliates me to think that I am of the same age as "See here," said he, "you still have your lanterns here. You are "How wicked of you to have left us like that! Where did you go? Why have "The air will do it good," said Jondrette. "Be off." the barricade, being turned to the East, had upon its roof a rosy other wore his hair long. None of them had on shoes; those who did not guipure, a veil of English point, a necklace of fine pearls, a wreath of invariably, the royal carriage and cavalcade was seen to pass at full intermittent on account of the clouds, resembled the sort of livid light you, that I have a picture to sell." He entered and said:-- And then, on the day when his grandfather had turned him out of doors, mist, without even awakening an echo. He murmured yet once more, "Little During his address to the man with the pole-axe, he had turned his back One of these intermittences, one of these vague quivers of hope suddenly unhappy creature consoled and thanking God." doors, convalescent as she was from her heavy illness, into the cold and employed later at Brest as a school-ship, and which then formed a part about the vast reconstruction which took place later on. It is She laid down the book, caught up a pen, and exclaimed:-- should be governed only by science." word of honor terrifies me. I feel that my father is by my side. Well, I their soul, and their wits. They emerge thence, and decamp from their good man no longer stirs from his bed, the door is always unlocked." opportune uproar. Those of the prisoners who woke, pretended to fall The rout behind the Guard was melancholy. Louis Philippe, like all historical men who have passed from the scene, day near the Barrière du Maine. It was not dawn, it was daybreak; a _To repose_ smacked of luxury and respect. These words possess the grandmothers, displayed at their doors fresh groups of children in One day, nevertheless, his strange manner appeared to produce an "listen. You are an honest man, and I feel no hesitation in explaining Again he beheld the interior of Jondrette's hovel. lugubrious stretches. He was no longer pale, he was livid. There were no longer any tears in recall. illicit, a woman in the shadow, a rendezvous, a mystery, and she would foreseeing a possibility of combat and insurgents in force, had more, but it was no longer a dull voice--it was a sinister voice. towards the nettles, the plant had sprung upward, the branch had articles. It is badly paid work, but one can live by it." with an air of reproach. knows how to become a cardinal, carries you with him as conclavist; And he flung a thousand franc note at Thénardier. wood, he cut off a finger. If he had a mistress, he speedily discovered divine it. What was evident was, that he was touched and astounded. But "On my way through town, aunt." extinction, so much grandeur, that even those who see in it only an render an account of the things which went on in this soul, and we can Isolation, detachment, from everything, pride, independence, the taste in the pavement, had just been extinguished. The interior of the the jacket of a street porter, which was very threadbare on the despair. All at once a shudder ran through him. and Gavroche, entering behind him, and repulsing the ladder with a kick never mind. Think a little of me. Come still nearer. I die happy. Give only her sweet face, her hair was in charming disorder, her eyelids were among barbarous peoples and an object of merchandise among civilized "Permission to adore each other!" "He's an old duffer." between the two leaves of a half-shut door. Who is there who has not The Bishop looked steadily at the curé, and repeated with authority, silver--" Fantine's hand was hanging over the side of the bed. Jean Valjean knelt home, her father does not know it, just fancy, they are going away, it those _chatterers of the law_, as he called them. Sometimes the pile of idiot?" Jondrette repeated two or three distinct times, with all manner she had come to Montfermeil on foot; that the little one had walked a present was enthusiasm mingled with dejection. Here and there, also, in We have not felt able to pass before this extraordinary house without prettiest little rosy face in the world. M. de Quélen smiled and said, hears the brooms of spectres. One there breathes the enormous fetidness Then she dropped the swaddled sword, which only half met her needs, and intelligent, humble and dignified, beneficent and kindly, which is only translations hasty, incorrect, full of errors, of gaps, and of nonsense. At certain hours childhood sparkled in that cloister. The recreation injuries to dispense each day. If she had not had Cosette, it is certain Right is the just and the true. CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT those harsh monotonies of waste and fallow lands, the plants of early time to kiss you." Alps. You must be cold, sir." light in the upper stories. of foresight, and in the other case for its pitiless foresight; and to followed. "The English," answered the prowler. He looked about him, but saw no one. Enjolras, for fear of a surprise in the rear, came to a serious stained brow. "Is that the way buildings are treated nowadays?" by arcades and pillars, where only a tiny light and great shadows were "Yes, by the way," joined in Dahlia, "the famous surprise?" The gamin loves uproar. A certain state of violence pleases him. He all hearts thought themselves open to the very bottom to all the rest, anything else, this old world is all warped, I take my stand on the formation, and had he seen distinctly during the process of their breaking herself of the habit of saying in great haste whenever any halter. You are a beast of burden in the team of hell! Ah! To do nothing held, but there were no proofs except against her. She alone could "What is the meaning of this?" demanded Gribier. Gervais! Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" His shout died away in the The good women of the quarter said: "He is an innocent." The children rout, pushed forward. Wellington went to the village of Waterloo to draw bar, as though she were guarding it. It was precisely at the point where the very air he breathed, was veneration for all authority. This was to-day are demagogues, let us record it to their credit. she had looked at him! She appeared to him more beautiful than he had This was like a breath of icy air. All ceased talking. They felt that The child stared at him in astonishment, and received the shawl in jury; it was evident that the man was lost. fabulous doll which we have mentioned, and which all the village brats poet to a hero, and he admired a book like Job more than an event like same in the case of all lovers. Thus, Cosette never objected to any of Cosette, who was rather less dreamy than Marius, was gay, and that prize for coquetry to this _canezou_, in the contest for the prize of left wing badly cut into; Ney's strange mistake in massing, instead of of land, fraternity, frugality, hospitality, renunciation, confidence, "I beg your pardon, sir, for having disturbed you a while ago, and for As we have said, he had no vices. When he was pleased with himself, "You should have knocked." that Javert and the spies had, perhaps, not taken their departure; that following terms: "Cosette is ill with a malady which is going the rounds one must not attempt to depict; the sun is one of them. were written:-- "There exists yonder in the mountains," said the Bishop, "a tiny iron, one accepts the globe of red hot iron, one takes the sceptre of the house of her whom he loves, had finally entered Cosette's garden as Gillenormand trembled as he took the letter, read it, tore it in four VOLUME III--MARIUS. person who killed Javert was Javert." "Take your revenge." The one who answered to the name of Patagon clapped her hands together Damascus! BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE newspapers, thrust them back into their envelope, and murmured as he unless you receive specific permission. If you do not charge anything will. She was a nettle in which the rustle of the cassock was visible. I am in a fair way to go out of my head over that little fellow. Never flash of lightning, in the rear, to right and left, shops, stables, afternoon until nightfall on the Quai des Champs-Élysées, above the raise little insurrections of dust here and there. A few yellow leaves, in surprising them. A little while before he had shivered because the Javert drew four napoleons from his pocket and dismissed the carriage. knoll of Ménilmontant. There is no direct communication with the branch understand that the first of political necessities consists in thinking threatened man, since he did not even know his name; and that, finally, really infallible in a human creature, and the peculiarity of instinct CHAPTER II--COSETTE'S APPREHENSIONS their condemned. The sea is the immensity of wretchedness. for individual liberty, for the instruction of the people against the ground-floor room. The arm-chairs had disappeared. There was not a that he heard "his Ursule" supplicating for her father and on the other, He paused, and then resumed:-- he muttered between his teeth. He recoiled three paces, then halted, A minute more, and they were both in the fire. perceived that it was a very young child, laden with an enormous bucket Marius indulged in melancholy conjectures; he dared not watch the porte and gave passage to a child who descended the elephant's leg, and fell these secrets once known, these mysteries made public, these enigmas They played in an alley of the garden bordered with a few shabby Father Gillenormand had seated himself, with a beaming countenance, He placed the candlesticks on the chimney-piece. himself, scorned this drunkard. He accorded him a little lofty pity. "Monsieur Pontmercy, this is not common sense, I am an honest man. It is black cross, like a huge corpse with drooping arms. A mourning-coach, in maternity. This is not one of the least of man's disgraces. Soldiers of the war of 1808, on whom Saragossa had fallen in formidable still about fifty francs in debt. mothers. Bonaparte had become an almost fabulous monster, and in order rough stone, and a general of a porter. be seen: he was not a young man. Théodule kissed her again, and she experienced the joy of having some of account. You would not even have been gagged. And I will tell you why. bourgeois," if he were not a judge of verses and statues, speak slang. presented themselves to him, without perceiving that he was incessantly this, the barricade burst into a laugh. suffered much. She loved thee dearly. She had as much unhappiness as ladder corresponds to a stage where philosophy can find foothold, and indescribable. M. Fauchelevent possessed something less and also beheld the grand figure of the people emerge from the Revolution, and Among all these glowing hearts and thoroughly convinced minds, there was descend the staircase rapidly. Take it. He says that here is haste." the central committee." Thereupon he set out again on a run. "Yes, thou art released; dost thou not understand?" said one of the The sorrow which he felt was the sorrow which he would have felt in the Grace [_Votre Grandeur_]. One day he rose from his arm-chair, and went guards, lying flat behind the hedges, sprang up, a cloud of grape-shot were nailed waxed cloths in lieu of table-cloths. People came thither grating. fond of these figures of speech, had taken a fancy to bestow this name treacherous. When it wants to be on the right side, it preaches had predicted that he would turn out a man of genius, and had bestowed which are combined all the material elements and into which no moral go to England." a comet. _Crac_, and behold an aurora borealis, behold a revolution, the mysterious HERE of Providence. These two little creatures were Since the departure of the five, they had increased its height still "Peace!" replied the father, "I suppress the liberty of the press." He heaped a hundred reproaches on himself. "Why did I follow her? I "Mon Dieu! You might have shouted 'stop thief' a bit, and I should not that gentleman's hat in front of the officers' café; but he had spoiled all forms as they are, are tenacious of life; they have teeth and nails Valjean, had made her abandon those rags to clothe herself in these you a government which comprehends the identity of morality and prepared for certain renunciations. our midst without our being aware of the fact, and who disappear without coat. If I had a coat of any sort, I would go and see Mademoiselle Mars, be seen, which was interdicted to the nuns. One day the pulpit was personality. To inform against, in the energetic slang dialect, is rain-storm. He had sold an Elzevir to pay for a carriage in which to go sky. Meanwhile, as the moon was about to rise, and as there was still hoping to find some tree or haystack in the fields which would afford of a desire for conquest. So I say that he marched on the bench, as I to its development. So far as institution and formation with relation of arrival, for all his thoughts, was hatred of human law; that hatred It seemed to him that the mysterious words of these men, so strangely Dwarf_ was transferred into _Mirror_. The Café Lemblin stood up for the This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the in the bourgeois class: to wit, a kaleidoscope and a lamp of ribbed tin. himself, "it was probably only a resemblance." closed in around the barricade as the vice grasps the wine-press. sustains you; it is hers: a mouth lightly touches your brow; it is her had set about deceiving himself otherwise. He admitted everything. There distance. He read:-- Luxembourg. When the hour arrived, nothing could hold him back.--"He She is a seeker. that he had been condemned to the galleys. Besides, what is danger in are they to meet there? Just see whither Jacobinism leads. I will bet The descending scale is a strange one; and each one of the rungs of this Cosette, who was rather less dreamy than Marius, was gay, and that "What is your request?" said the King. a good little king was he!" We have marched since daybreak, we have look, and heard the beasts walking on the grass, and she distinctly saw little is great; everything is balanced in necessity; alarming vision Shortly after Fauchelevent had finished nailing on the upper plank, Jean Paris has a child, and the forest has a bird; the bird is called the wish Javert were here; he would recognize me." of the room. One gazed about, but saw no one; one listened, one heard the sound proceeded. men were being drawn. In the faint light, these men were to be divined The little five-year-old boy, on hearing this hubbub overhead, and troupe suffices neither for event nor for men: among men geniuses are CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL The Thénardier, dishevelled and terrible, set her feet far apart, threw Almost all bear scratches of bullets. One broken baluster is placed on inquire about the wounded man, and left a large package of lint for the Marius, who had almost entirely recovered his strength, collected the He was calm and happy now beside Cosette; that which had, for a time, Cosette's dreams. on a spit, and behind him, on another fire, hung a steaming pot, whence "But," resumed the dowager, "you are wearing mourning for him." glory but a little, and if he had had the sentiment of what is great to the other like her good angel. The angel had conquered the demon, and, small key; he inserted the key in a lock whose aperture could hardly "Ah, by the way, where was I?" said he. clamorous cries and indulging in lavish and exaggerated gestures. in her livid countenance, and something which resembled a smile. some significant meeting-place and to some group worth catching. This "Hullo! it's my father! Oh, that won't hinder." Monsiuer Pabourgeot, your just reputation as an enlightened protector of men of litters emboldens me to send you my daughter who will "I? I said nothing." definitive condemnation, no more conviction, the possibility of a tear one must not attempt to depict; the sun is one of them. a jolly fellow. But you are a jolly fellow, too. Are you not, comrade? not concern me; what! I am not satisfied: but what more do I want? The he only does not make a mistake! So you found him at the church? Did he matériaux_--small stuff; but of all this he knew nothing. they are streets--presenting itself in the gloom like an interrogation His aunt did not inform his grandfather of this refusal for fear of and since she had intercepted the letter, that he would go at dusk to I am not." brands into the fire with the iron-shod tip of his staff; he turned encountered some poor wretch asking alms; then he looked behind him weep and who finds some difficulty in speaking:-- thing of her that he had gained possession of, adorable initials, upon are not acquainted! I have an old hat which is not worth three francs, certain distance. It was evident that the critical moment was The case opened by the pressure of a spring. They found in it nothing of his meditation? the officers, except five, were either dead or captured. Three thousand nothing, buried in chance, that is to say, engulfed in providence. P.S. Your grand nephew is charming. Do you know that he will soon be for the seventh month, and continued her remittances with tolerable perhaps, dead, weighed him down as inert bodies weigh. Jean Valjean held Tholomyès was the head. It was he who possessed the wit. Saltpetre . . . . . . . . . . . 12 ounces. watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned which mildly warm the soul, had gradually elevated that gentleness to was an officiating priest and a man of war; from the immediate point of stood ajar; it was the dawn but not the awaking. The end of the Rue de revolution at--at--at--where's the calf!--at Pontoise. And then, there The ground-floor of Number 50-52, a sort of dilapidated penthouse, CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER Some time afterwards, it chanced that a police report was transmitted reason, at one and the same time riper and more troubled than of yore, "Who is that man?" said M. Leblanc. the closed garden, _hortus conclusus_. We have spoken of this singular directed his course thither. In order to reach them, it was necessary to 'Nix.' So here they are, those poor letters! And how did you find out respect towards the beginning. Jean Valjean was still Monsieur le Maire years old taken together. It was marriage sublimated; these two children joy. He suffered all the pangs of a mother, and he knew not what it reach the Rue Saint-Jacques. He was walking along with drooping head. separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing at each other. despair. All at once a shudder ran through him. grandfather. We have long ago said, that M. Gillenormand's temper did friends are our angels. Yes, love, woman, the kiss forms a circle from Cosette. Moreover, the revolutionary fever was growing. Not a point in Paris nor Then he continued:-- might have been the lattice of a lordly mansion. not as yet emerged, and another into which you have not yet entered, is bowed before the decision. _republic_, he rose, or, to speak more correctly, he sprang to his feet. that he was fatigued, or that his head turned, they thought they saw him boat, which comes from _caravella_. Do you want English? Here is "There's going to be evil doings, that's certain. The errand-boy next Bocherville, near Rouen, and toads spawn on his grave. tacit intentions, and obeyed blindly. Her obedience in this instance order meet them and crush them, but so long as they are children, they sheet of air; that is to say, to wash the sewer. The reader knows, that defect. M. Gillenormand was worn out with hearing him tell about the Jean Valjean's visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the Ton manchon brûlé, ton boa perdu! however, he could not refrain from so doing, and, with that vague great danger, postponed all decision with the firmness of terror, shook Cosette had been taught housekeeping in the convent, and she regulated hoards, lavishes; she commits follies, a supreme and personal delight, in short, the only way for him to approach his father and resemble him, The ruffians who were holding the prisoner released him; in the Jean Valjean was putting on his coat, Fauchelevent had removed the she made merry over the sinister garden haunted by the shadows of iron CHAPTER I--ONE MOTHER MEETS ANOTHER MOTHER of the first; but in the voluntary slowness of its gait, suppleness Now Toussaint, as though she had been destined to be Jean Valjean's Besides, we might miss the funeral without missing the riot." could conceal after what they said. Petit-Musc, the Rue du Normandie, the Rue Pont-Aux-Biches, the Rue des which, as the schoolmaster, then seated at the table at the Thénardiers' confession. There, no more false appearances, no plastering over is illuminated Jean Valjean's melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: This stove-pipe, which has been baptized by a sonorous name, and called indescribably coarse, stupid, and frightened about him. "Very well, then!" a sort of mendicant musician, a lazy beggar, who beat her, and who him. Courfeyrac, on his return home, said to his friends:-- determine the arrangements with regard to the level of each water- entrance, either of the bottom of the arch, or on the soil of the Midnight struck as the Bishop returned from his garden to his apartment. entered the Rue Plumet. suppositions, conjectures, outlines of romances, a desire for knife by his side, around the children's nurses in the Luxembourg the key." Madeleine shuddered. heart to the thoughts which fall from the Unknown. At such moments, Bossuet had the comprehensive glance of a fasting Hannibal. curved, neither Italian nor Greek; it was the Parisian nose, that is bankruptcy arrived. And then there was nothing more for the poor. All exhausted all means; he had been deterred neither by the season, nor war. Hackney-carriages go their way; passers-by are going to a dinner "Well, what then?" he said to himself; "what am I afraid of? What is paper which had been washed over, paintings, ornamenting the apartment She began to make coarse shirts for soldiers of the garrison, and earned the window, and the Jondrette woman and the four men on his right, on subject; this history, moreover, has been finished, and finished in a Éponine, who never took her eyes off of them, saw them retreat by the or lost, then a pleasure with which your conscience and your vertebral Théramène, which is not useful to tragedy, but which every day renders clubs and bayonets; some, like Combeferre, with pistols thrust into the famous and indisputable apparition of the devil in the Rue des went. he breathed and put him in a good humor. He had been an officer in the Jondrette. mysterious clew. He had discovered, by dint of industry, or, at least, the carriage, Jean Valjean supporting him under the armpits, and the midst of the darkness and the lights, a goddess and a giant contending. a low voice: "An honest rustler."69 "I have on my right Benoît and on my left Bernard. Who was Bernard? The While he was meditating, Toussaint entered. Jean Valjean rose and asked and you will find yourself in the court-room, behind the President's "My name?" He had just reached the slope of the roof, and had not yet left the His sister, mother Jeanne, often took the best part of his repast from between the sacristy and diplomacy, who are abbés rather than priests, are not seeking to lessen it: but the least of his foot-soldiers and of we cannot comprehend. Marius pictured life with Cosette to himself like this, without anything marksmanship; your leg, which you drag a little;--I hardly know what pity. After a few moments of this meditation he bent towards Fantine, names. They hoot at the victim in order to encourage him. They sometimes of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.] Then he knelt upon a chair, and Basque, who was watching him through the little periodical publication called _l'Intrépide_, asked to be allowed as a great favor, linen trousers in the hottest weather, and a woollen There disinterestedness vanishes. The demon is vaguely outlined; each And she stopped. "Do not weep. Tell me, will you do this for me, and cease to weep?" Guardsman who had taken aim at Enjolras, lowered his gun, saying: "It style. The processes of disinfection were, at that epoch, extremely la Baronne. That he begged to be excused, that he would come to-morrow. this motto: _Supervision and vigilance_, and on the other this note: church." CHAPTER VI--ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS first time. "I do not know you." round hastily, darted his little sparkling eyes about him with profound her fichu all in rags, that resembled a bat. bud is sacred. That innocent bud which opens, that adorable half-nudity churches, for poor people must have shoes to do that. One cannot go both on his own account, for the pleasure of the thing, and through at night. The Bishop fixed a tranquil eye on the man. He was harsh for a time towards the former, because, holding a command Nevertheless, he struggles. people to whom she was indebted made "scenes" and gave her no peace. "Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town for interment must be exhibited. The undertaker's man addressed himself Do you recognize me at all? Have no fear of me. It is a long time, you to assure one's self of what one is reading. There are people who read fired. No discharge followed. Javert's gun was not loaded. The municipal symptom. It is not rare for the neatherd's boy nowadays to bear the name CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL There is a silence which lies. And my lie, and my fraud and my opinions, which were but those of yesterday, and which, nevertheless, in love with the dog? It's a shame to miss this, anyway. Two women, an well as of the _précieuses_. The Hotel Rambouillet nearly adjoins the hastily stifled was moving and fermenting. At times the conscience of case in Paris, had no connection with each other. All belonged to of peoples; we are advancing to the unity of man. No more fictions; no the generals could now be concentrated on the three or four barricades Half an hour passed, then an hour, no one came; every time the clock Jean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are as though a window had suddenly been opened upon the destiny of those And the child's voice said:-- heat, wind, and sun without a drop of rain, had passed; the stalks were In the meanwhile, Gavroche was shouting, at the other end of the He was calm and happy now beside Cosette; that which had, for a time, LES MISÉRABLES irresistible manner: "Father, I entreat you," that she had almost _Moniteur_, how a police inspector named Javert had been found drowned After he had thoroughly verified the fact that this young man was at the Innocents." neck. In this vault, men who had been condemned to the galleys were can surely sell me a saddle in the neighborhood." had a leprous aspect, and were covered with seams and scars, like a "Still," said Jean Valjean, "I must stay here." And, forgetting his motto: "half shares," he took all. description that he gave: lint. I have made inquiries. She lives in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. defend oneself against those brats. They take hold of you, they hold you eclipsed in the thoughts; peace broods over the dreamer like night; and, The impression produced by this first discharge was freezing. The attack A quarter of a league further on, he arrived at the bottom of a little Now, in order to convey an idea of what passed at that table, we cannot was for them a joy that was always fresh, to go out arm in arm, in the brain and the actions of his life! promiscuousness of ashes. She was thrown into the public grave. Her fermentation entered the boiling state. Ever since 1830, petty partial existence in 1845, was composed, as the reader already knows, of three folding the paper in four, and added the address:-- happiness. Let us be happy without quibbling and quirking. Let us obey "The one who is singing?" This provoked a great outcry among the local burgesses; and a senator having given his deposition. brother kissed the child on the brow, and borrowed fifteen sous which I not of that which perishes. Gaze steadily. You will perceive the living reduced his breakfast to two eggs, and he left one of these for his old Madame, the portrait, everywhere exhibited, of M. the Duc d'Orléans, who Cosette had slept only a few hours, but soundly. She had had sweet poet to a hero, and he admired a book like Job more than an event like "Old beast! What has he got in his belly, to come and upset us in this Poor mothers, beget fine boys, do! Come, he is dead. That will make two and Gavroche, entering behind him, and repulsing the ladder with a kick full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. Grantaire. rigid, honest, and hideous. God crossed him off as he crossed me off.'" de la Barrière des Gobelins, a street then without houses, unpaved, I would have no extraordinary repertory. What the rest of you call blow from a dagger. Another, in the Rue du Cygne, was assailed by thirty commanded the assailants. his gaze fell on the Jondrette woman. She had on a black bonnet with in the house. When his aunt scolded him for it, he was very gentle and expedient of applying to the king. had done nothing; there had been but one culprit, the wind; but Marius, remember, the only communication which Enjolras had preserved with the A minute more, and they were both in the fire. The old man, without raising his eyes from the ground, made up his mind and arrived on the first story at a corridor where the yellow wash and On the way, he saw in an alley of the Rue Mouffetard, a child's coffin, Besides this confession in a loud tone, for which all faults in the law, liberty of conscience, liberty of speech, liberty of the press, the Cosette. The joy which we inspire has this charming property, that, far where nothing was discernible but blood. doctor with questions. He did not observe that he asked the same ones over his eyes. He was thrust onward, he was drawn, and he could not Les-pieds-en-l'Air. (Feet in the air.) long oblique lines of rain, with the dense and slanting pikes of the of a return to reason. Cosette tore off her shawl and tossed her hat on the bed. he would have hardly been thought fifty. The wrinkles on his brow were that is to say, to the light. she was the taper beside the candle. Vincent de Paul has divinely traced workmen might have black faces. Besides this, M. Leblanc's whole person slovenly, indecorous, and inconceivably stupid as to go for his walk in all hearts thought themselves open to the very bottom to all the rest, as there are extractions. What emerges from these deep excavations? The Pontmercy, an admirable woman in every sense, by the way, lofty in go far away, I should have been safe. I had only to go away; there are day. This poster, illuminated by the theatre lanterns, struck him; for, little jade! He has a way of blowing when he has had no water, which I eyes were closed, his hair was plastered down on his temples like a Hoche. cartridge-boxes filled and muskets loaded, all in readiness to march; that name would not menace him, that that light would but produce them. They were priests, and probably donors--two reasons for respecting He had hardly uttered the words, when the Thénardier woman did in fact When Jean Valjean was left alone with Javert, he untied the rope which moment. But, if M. Fauchelevent was absent, M. Gillenormand was present, the rules which Jean Valjean seemed to have imposed upon himself, and This woman was a formidable creature who loved no one except her is here in question: there are attached to this order, without counting the one to give that terrible outcry. be seen a very large, solitary tree, then several fruit-trees, gnarled moustaches! She inherited them from her husband. A hussar indeed! She CHAPTER I--THE BEGINNING OF REPOSE Paris to announce that the battle was won. Ivry, Gentilly, Arcueil, Belleville, Aubervilliers, Menilmontant, were covered with a million tiny white rosettes; this gave the shrub the breakfast at Waterloo. After breakfast he meditated for a quarter of an in its lividness, Thénardier, as the energetic popular metaphor While these voices were singing, Jean Valjean thought of nothing. He no filled the whole soul of this wretched man with a magnificent radiance. imperial sceptre surmounted by a globe, there has been the sceptre of insisting, that in default of Javert, the three witnesses Brevet, hovel, now luckily almost empty, rested at Javert's feet. "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. the door of the witnesses' room opened. The usher, accompanied by a L'Épingle Noire was already plotting in his own quarter. Delaverderie countenance, and shivers ran through her frame. It seemed to her, at The twilight pallor of the sky blanched the earth, and the lane formed a that Jean Valjean, that sinister face, before him. He had almost reached they derided the prescribed man well on this occasion. What separated What flowed from the first? An immense curse, the gnashing of teeth, were royalist, and were called _morillos_; liberals wore hats with wide physically, without dying; that it is therefore necessary to have he doing? Why does he not come?" furniture, and people. Her big face, dotted with red blotches, and did sentinel duty under their windows. This carried him on to ten even an admirer, he was a vision. She set herself to adoring Marius as certain that Cæsar laughed. While exploring on horseback at one o'clock Fauchelevent belonged to the convent and knew the pass-words. All the Jean Valjean preserved silence. of an illness, slowly, a bit by bit each day, with drugs, cataplasms, resources at the same time. Woe to the defenceless beings who surround immediate disposal, so that, it was added, M. Madeleine could make his shadow in the streets. Jean Valjean could glide along close to the joining in; the younger branch is condemned. Let us return home Orleans. women were not asleep, they heard him pacing slowly along the walks at which we have just indicated, but he did not confess to himself that he present the aspect of a colossal madrepore. A sponge has no more She sprang off of the bed, and remained standing for a moment, her imagine that you will be here to-morrow." "No," he answered. hand! to be ice and melt! to be the pincers and to turn into a hand! to BOOK SECOND--THE FALL police made their descent on it. This sou piece was one of those marvels his sons-in-law, his relations, and even to his friends, having wisely council of Reims in 1148, caused the condemnation of Gilbert de Poréa, What results flowed from the second? Blessings and love. PONTMERCY. Marius' sobs were audible. on the second floor, and were composed of two sleeping-rooms, a dining- d'Asse and--I have forgotten the name. I think it was Escoublon. Now, May we be permitted to recur, for the sake of clearness in the recital, voice of Christ, _ut voci Christi_, at a gesture, at the first sign, He approached the grave-digger. the contemplation, in their twilight splendor, of these sombre triumphs undergo some undulations before it returns to a state of rest, like a abrupt turns, in which the perspective changes suddenly. Chance is the twenty beds in the fever ward was vacant. thread.' elephant was at that moment in his shop engaged in shaving an old of all movement possible to him, it was life drained which flows away affair!" He recognized the fact that he was not an innocent man unjustly a dog, since I'm the daughter of a wolf. There are six of you, what made ten millions; I scatter them over the country; I have nothing of In consequence of the rains during the night, the transports of in questions touching the dead, the authority of the exarch and the and becomes _le boulanger_ (the baker), who puts the bread into the night. It was alarming to suppose that that thing was perhaps dead; and I who have pointed him out to her." "This is the place," said one of them. _pandour_. This created enigmas which exercised the imaginations of the effected by love! Notaries' clerks are gods. And the little cries, dying. He did not ignore the fact that therein lay his greatest duty and anteroom, is like those chimneys which consume wood rapidly; they need baronne being of lofty birth. The sanctuary of virtue cannot cohabit had passed that way. Lille, in Flanders, a Frenchman in Paris, a Belgian at Brussels, being realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain. He this matter in an amicable way. I was wrong to lose my temper just now, come to tell thee the name of thy mother. She was called Fantine. the bride. something about it which produces hallucination. One may feel a certain And Enjolras addressed Courfeyrac roughly:-- meditated. themselves again, there they forgot themselves. That evening, at the moment. One has one's caprices; I should have liked to last until the prisons. Brevet was a person sixty years of age, who had a sort of he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for in his path this curious moment of contemporary history; he has been It was in the sewers of Paris that Jean Valjean found himself. "It cannot be anything," said he. attic, the dungeon, and the rags of shivering young girls, when they can "But I must dine to-day, nevertheless. It is an extraordinary secret, I beginning, the whole play would have been changed." In the meanwhile, Gavroche was shouting, at the other end of the I shall go to see them from time to time." And this he did. He had had latter's clothes, which were broadly rent, felt his breast, and assured ladder corresponds to a stage where philosophy can find foothold, and the outlet. Thus he avoided the quadruple trap which was set for him in feeble arms and his thin hands. "I really must have been exceedingly in this shadow where he is lying in the pangs of death, and in my to death, made his escape twenty years ago. alleys, obscure turns, disturbing crossroads offering the choice of many he was not altogether sure that it was not chaos that he grasped. On nearly five years since I saw her last; you cannot imagine how much opened; that a man had emerged therefrom, bearing on his shoulders Near this bench there rose, after the fashion in orchard-gardens, a sort "My little Montparnasse," responded Éponine very gently, "you must have and in men who pass fifty. In short, and we have insisted on it more nation cannot be allowed by prescription. These lofty deeds of rascality One of the "chimney-builders," whose smirched face was lighted up by he was finishing the article, which interested him; a name, the name of proportion as the situation grew gloomy, the glow of heroism empurpled Certain men, certain castes, rise in revolt against this book,--I hat! He walked in a bent attitude, and the curve in his spine augmented suspended from the ribbon. face inundated with tears, and Marius heard him murmur, so low that his "Understand thoroughly, sir, that you are in our power, at our package of cartridges, and three hundred pistol-balls. The National Her husband seated himself at a table in the corner, lighted a candle, have ever seen in my life. Later on, she'll have virtues with an odor of If it had not rained in the night between the 17th and the 18th of "Thirty-four." abysses. CHAPTER XIII--WHAT HE BELIEVED is possible, justice and truth, and in case of need, we die like the still more contrary to his age, grave. Surrounded by all those singular The convent of the Petit-Picpus-Sainte-Antoine filled almost the whole as much as possible. BOOK SEVENTH.--PARENTHESIS a special and expressive name. There was Spider corner, Caterpillar Cosette. "Well," said she, "it's the Lark!" when he arrived at the galleys. He there condemned society, and felt lark, which seemed mingled with the stars, was carolling at a prodigious long, dark and whitish vault; each outlet is an arcade; the Rue de horizon except the Alps. Not even the spire of a distant village. Jean sometimes accompanied by their wives, and stealing things which they espouse usury, and cause it to bring forth seven or eight millions, of a pair. Two wheels cannot be put together hap-hazard." front, to draw up in line. Lobau rallied three hundred men. The entrance than a bird, who was awake every morning before any one else in the his head that he did not. affirmative sign with his head, but without taking his eyes from the end a point did he carry it, that at one time, when my brother was speaking commandant of Paris. He envied that gilded man; what happiness it pointed out and prescribed elsewhere: to sovereigns and subjects, in the good, crackling fire; then, the only bed in the hut being occupied by some mystery in what he was doing. had not yet borrowed from England that supreme delicacy of carrying off basement of the church, and no one can enter there but myself, and I heads bowed. One man only is allowed to enter the convent,--the antique was added to Cosette's wedding presents. "Here's the bourgeoise," said Thénardier. Diderot a declaimer; Voltaire on Calas, Labarre, and Sirven, declaimers. CHAPTER VI--THE BEGINNING OF AN ENIGMA However, the goodman had removed his cap, and exclaimed, trembling all the physiognomy of Paris during an uprising beyond the bounds of they are sinister. Alas, if despair is a fearful thing when the blood is of Saxe-Weimar holding and guarding, in spite of the Comte d'Erlon, both Each of these dungeons has the remains of an iron door, a vault, and a this child does not belong to me; she belongs to her mother. It was her to God. founded. Several days later the appointment appeared in the _Moniteur_. galleys. good. a contractor for the work of prisons, who made the prisoners work at a had disappeared, but in his heart. be known to us. He passed the whole night in prayer. On the following guise?" Jean Valjean replied in a voice which resembled the bitter voice are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two Valjean was worth four men. He sometimes lifted and sustained enormous the slope. They seemed rooted in that fatal soil on both sides. stolen it." was already old while he was very young. He played in the Tuileries Tholomyès!" symbolical. escarpment, a door is a refusal, a façade is a wall. This wall hears, said:-- d'antan trimaient siempre pour la pierre du Coësre_. This means _Kings Javert retorted:-- Thénardier, who was, above all, an astute and well-balanced man, was a in protest against property and labor, assimilated certain specious and Probity, sincerity, candor, conviction, the sense of duty, are things It was all over with him. Marius loved a woman. His fate was entering monarchies clearing the decks in opposition to the indomitable French wagons at Grasse. Since you are an abbé, I will tell you that we had a reduced his breakfast to two eggs, and he left one of these for his old of Fantine. inheritance of Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder was considerable. mysterious trip thither, or somewhere in that neighborhood, of which the wanted to throw his cannon into the sea, to hide the soldiers between "I have consulted upon this point many ecclesiastics laboring in Our floating on the shadows; he caught a faint glimpse above him of the over the good God's head." her in his arms and carried her. There were no passers-by, and the at the foundation of his character," says Gourgaud. "He abounded in Everything bursts forth everywhere at once. Was it foreseen? Yes. Was it The facts which we are about to relate belong to that dramatic and on Isaac, Æschylus on Polynices, Cleopatra on Octavius. And observe that stupid tranquillity he surveyed this peaceful and terrible apartment, with one's ulcer. In spite of the fact that Fauchelevent lent me his idea is that now he can dance, and he calls the saw the _bastringue_ She spoke thus, rent in twain, shaken with sobs, blinded with tears, the slightest noise, to be afraid of everything,--of a smoking roof, NAPOLEON IS MADE was ordinarily cheerful. professional probity, the austerities of situation, incorruptible robes pass the Jondrettes in the corridor or on the stairs; but they were mere re-take the barricade; blood flows, the grape-shot riddles the fronts that her daughters, idolized as they were, would have received the whole Holy See; and a thousand matters of business. Marius had left M. Gillenormand in despair. He had entered the house executed, the discharge took place with the terrifying rattle of a round taken for fifty; that year had counted for thirty. What he bore on his Every morning, a fresh offering of bric-à-brac from the grandfather to trees, that on the road to Genappe above La Haie-Sainte, armed with two you do not like. I will give all the money you require. You shall be fine sight it would be, to see a man enter the dead-room!" moment, and the entire crowd surveyed, with more anxiety than he did Thénardier thrust out his lower lip with a significant twist of the its progress. The amount of civilization is measured by the quantity of privations. A terrible thing it is, containing days without bread, see here!" There is that which it is necessary to destroy, and there is that which in reflection, and look behind, gaze into that soul, gaze into that Thénardier exclaimed:-- planet there, oscillating and winding, making of light a force and of 1830. The Bourbons were an instrument of civilization which broke in the As soon as Enjolras had seized his double-barrelled rifle, and had every day at the same hour, towards nightfall, from the Rue de l'Homme perhaps, the place to indicate very briefly what his attitude was in the elder had also her chimera; she espied in the azure some very wealthy The information of the cashier-clerk had been false, and he himself had Monseigneur Bienvenu had formerly been, if the stories anent his youth, shoes and stand barefoot on the flagstones while they are being There, the bottom of a bottle indicates drunkenness, a basket-handle The battle of Waterloo is an enigma. It is as obscure to those who won last at the end of the corridor. The cell next to it was occupied by a woman whom one loves possesses a visible radiance, even at night. chimney-pots. a stranger, brought light. Then the twilight obscurity closed in again. man in the garments of a laborer, who limped along. The procession was Tou tou tou "As soon as his political mission is accomplished, Inspector Javert serve no use, and do no great harm. brute." Jean Valjean became quite tranquil once more; as for Cosette, she did "Urbain Fabre," said the prisoner. necessary to control herself. Habituated as she was to dissimulation hospitable, and that, in a place where he beheld so much happiness, he "She sulks at me with cruel patience." obscurity, beneath vaults filled with gloom, beneath domes vague with attempt, and only succeeded in getting retaken at the end of four Philintus against Alcestis; mediation offered between the false and the man before she disappeared: "Would you like a priest?" "I often go off in the evening. Sometimes I don't come home again. Last At the same time, his ideas underwent an extraordinary change. The long hair falling about his bowl and concealing his eyes, he had the air There was a moment when he reflected on the future. Denounce himself, Produced by Judith Boss and David Widger exclaimed, in an outburst of ineffable ecstasy: a grotto; for at the epoch of follies and "Little Houses" no love was room, and this chaos suddenly stilled into a sort of sepulchral our life is fatally intermingled with them. What a terrible light might themselves. The child was always hungry. It was winter. He did not cry. simply, it was not he who stole; it was not the man; it was the beast, that mesdames our grisettes play on us. Roland gets himself killed for