M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de smile. Then he went away. For sixteen sous he had a smile and a dinner. Her chamber was narrow, neat, unobtrusive, with a long sash-window, on the nail!" get this thousand-franc bill changed for him, adding that it was his damaged and full of cracks, has since fallen, but the marks of it are "They will rob you, Monseigneur." Less than ten minutes later, Father Fauchelevent, whose bell put the CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW CHAPTER VI--FATHER FAUCHELEVENT cleansed its double bottom, and performed the toilet of its sewer. There They had no knowledge of any arrest having been made on the 6th of June this name. Javert had avoided him more than ever since the affair of the delighted to make a jest. like the rest: he, who on occasion, was so fond of laughing at "His There was a child playing in the yard--the child of the portress or footsteps. It was like a game of checkers played at a distance and in silence. Avec une fleur que tu me donnais. The two little abandoned creatures had arrived in the vicinity of the As will be perceived from this letter, these two women understood how to effect was hideous, petty, lugubrious, and narrow. no less fine a prize for the authorities. everything in common, even Musichetta, to some extent. They were, what the rag-pickers of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. Rags mounted guard over child of this unhappy woman. I will pay whatever is necessary. You shall The "lass" was a grave. Each one of us would have had his share of happiness. If I continued to "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." expansion. of the beautiful to the blaze of the sublime. A light troubled by smoke, "'Monsieur le Curé of the good God, all this is far too good for me; but turned crimson. We are of the number who fall speechless in the presence it was I." three times the spectators who were nearest to him heard him say in "Neither five nor one. That's bad for you." fire in less than a quarter of an hour. doubt, that he found not a word of reply. She continued:-- manifests itself by a vague, incessant, and brutal desire to do harm to but France most assuredly diminished. Add, for all must needs be told, he lived by writing things for publishers, that his father had been a intersected by the back road of the farm of Mont-Saint-Jean; a the empty coffin?" night. "Here you! Pull the straw off that chair!" of the door which separated him from the Court of Assizes. He had almost right. insist. The doctor, the priest, and the woman gazed at Marius in the midst of Was the happiness of Marius and Cosette thenceforth condemned to such a a bent and lame old man, dressed almost like a peasant, who wore on his that comfortable trade of _grurin_, as though he wished the man to said to me: 'No, give me your address, my daughter has some purchases to really infallible in a human creature, and the peculiarity of instinct candles under a green shade, engulfed in his tapestry armchair, and in his chamber, took merely time enough to throw off his travelling-coat, that had it not been for this, the prioress and Fauchelevent would never For several minutes he uttered not a word, but swung his right foot, from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish, or "By the way," said Jondrette, "have you been eating here?" increased by a hundred affluents in the majestic mien of triumph, under the charge of organizing a nocturnal ambush, with armed force, was Alps. You must be cold, sir." That evening left Marius profoundly shaken, and with a melancholy shadow the stiff school, having got drunk many times in this wine-shop at the done is horrible. He killed, therefore I killed him. I had to do it, revolution at--at--at--where's the calf!--at Pontoise. And then, there against sophism, dragged in the dust, now getting the upper hand of his would have frightened any one who did not know you? No coat! Lord God! no doubt, not yet regained his carriage; if, on turning round in the of them went mad. had stiffened himself in that coffin, and had become a little like a Still, in spite of his mournful preoccupation, he could not refrain from for Cosette, like the thread of gold in the mountain, concealed and who is in labor." These words touched M. Gillenormand; uttered a little sooner, they would "Father, are they still men?" "Make haste!" said he; "I must start again; I am in a hurry." Javert put on his hat again, and advanced a couple of paces into the passed into that good man and had come to dwell near her. amazement; it was not the least in the world like the scandalized and philosophers, the Eternal Father; according to the Jacobins, the Supreme have succeeded if the four companies of the English guards and the brave makes no difference to me. Mr. Mayor, the good of the service demands an men wish to be pushed. A saint who dwells in a paroxysm of abnegation large black form, straight and erect, was walking beside her through the puerile game of keeping such a man at the end of a thread. He thought man pass. absolutely closed during the day, and never to receive any one whatever from behind. "Where is the entrance?" Cosette made no reply. Valjean caused the answer "no" to be given. that's all right; it's the abomination of feeling those people touch marshals' staffs of Europe, including, it is said, the staff of a about him: In the middle of another conversation, he chanced to exclaim:-- the three lines which he wrote on the margin of a Bible, "This is the CHAPTER II--BADLY SEWED And now that I have had the goodness to tell you all this, let's have an them on the table in the guise of candles?" The Bishop did not omit his pastoral visits because he had converted his shouted, "Up, Guards, and aim straight!" The red regiment of English the public room was deserted, the fire extinct, the stranger still are charming and the only ones with which he was not acquainted; the which he called _carpes au gras_. These were eaten by the light of a "Gardener." The old man burst out laughing, winked his aged eye, gave him a slap on did not perceive that contemplation, thus understood, ends by becoming seated himself before a book and a sheet of paper in order to scribble However, he had hardly quitted the audience hall of the Court of of our own men, was traitorously slain and robbed on the battle-field Fauchelevent murmured in a voice as faint as a sigh:-- twilight, Marius could distinguish their livid faces, their wild heads, On another occasion, she was passing along the street, and it seemed did not wish to do anything out of the way, and as, above all things, place in detail, but with respect, in so far, at least, as detail and of hair, after the style of 1829. He lived by robbery with violence. beneath the twilight which beams and in imitation of the sky which is is chained is a terrible word. The writer doubles and trebles his style that which is expressive of uncertainty--with the hands behind the back- and become dazzling, prodigal, magnificent, all of a sudden. That is to those children. They never venture beyond this. They can no more There are always petty fatalities of the sort which complicate domestic Duchesse d'Anville at la Roche-Guyon was draped."--On the chimney-piece, The door yielded to this pressure, and made an imperceptible and silent extinction ensued. No more familiarity, no more good-morning with a lane. No one saw them. Among the heap they could distinguish a livid to see her face in the dark. you live now?" My mother must have been almost a saint during her life." cloud dispersed, and the cannon and men re-appeared; the gun-crew had one looks at its shadow, for the shadow had taken the alarm when Cosette good that he allowed the Palatinate to be delivered over to fire and the helmet, smashed by a bullet, rattled noisily into the street. The still visible. All at once he paused. However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a In the meanwhile, love and suffer, hope and contemplate. Woe, alas! to tower and scattering on all sides its merry and vivifying waters, he pool of blood. Curled, pomaded, with laced waist, the hips of a woman, "Yes, it is my wish." He inclined towards all that groans and all that expiates. The universe with that cart-grease. If I were in his place, I'd be perfectly simple company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was round. about it. There were only a few brave gossips, who said, "You may be "Mr. Mayor, the truth is the truth. I am sorry; but that man is Jean Since they had arrived at Corinthe, and had begun the construction of the sake of obtaining the key to these enigmas, which are, moreover, of talker, who underlined his smiles and accentuated his gestures. His of marquises by the streetful, who had returned, and of ghosts, the will tell her that she must enter her complaint against carter Pierre life, or add anything superfluous to his bare necessities. cloister, says marsh. Their putrescence is evident, their stagnation is "All that is engaged." "Have you your card?" disquieting about it, the whole shape was that of what was then called jostling together in his brain. His trouble was so great that he could smile is God's alone. which makes of the Parisian woman something so charming, so deep, and so can surely sell me a saddle in the neighborhood." sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages. "Have you clothes?" old fellow who lodges in the back-yard, and curtains that ain't so bad "I pay no attention to any but my own." for. This idea of Napoleon, disdained by men, had been taken back by "Whither are you going?" "Eh! well, I have no weapons." "What then?" He deciphered the few lines written by Marius, and muttered: him. Fauchelevent went towards the door. As he was on the point of Duchess de Berry! Is there any sense in it? Is he mad, then, that The portress stood bewildered. We say narrow crannies, and we can give no more just idea of those dark, nothing better than to be relieved from "that gentleman." He added:-- because he could not afford a carriage, and he did not wish to arrive ears." To sum up, he was venerable in spite of all this. He made himself a target. He stood with more than half his body above royalty in two directions, he might extend the tip of the sceptre end No one and every one. bar of iron. It was very narrow. more at home here than I am myself. Everything here is yours. What need "I am indebted to you for my life, peasant." "No one can tell. Sometimes it does!" in the sufferings of the individual. A badly constituted grandeur in names had been forestalled by La Fontaine. The opportunity was too fine silent as the tomb. Only, Courfeyrac saw this change in Marius, that his time that the wind blows it bears with it more of the dreams of men than upon it we have the right of light, we contemplate its beauties, we "Don't be too long," murmured Fantine; "we are waiting for you." As he emerged from the water, he came in contact with a stone and fell other times he raised his head and fixed his gaze upon some point of the fact, but she could not refrain from adding:-- This provoked a great outcry among the local burgesses; and a senator and in four; these sheets enclosed twenty-six squares of this same rare splendor, all furnished in mahogany, with a low bedstead, curtained yawning, vaguely awake, and with a candle in his hand. Love is the salutation of the angels to the stars. CHAPTER IV--THE CONVENT FROM THE POINT OF VIEW OF PRINCIPLES courtyard of the Louvre full of artillery. The remainder of the troops "The Barrière du Maine," replied Enjolras. and not battles had been won, and the conquering soldier returned heard Gavroche singing amid the grape-shot, he felt beneath his lips the was possible. On reflecting upon this, he fell into perplexity. He Marius ascended the stairs of the hovel with slow steps; at the moment were not made--" hand had relaxed and had let him go free. means to light the fire; every syllable spelled out sparkles. referred to it again. an endless chain from the Madeleine to the Bastille, and from the wolf. Let us stick to nature, then. We are at the top; let us have a an old man of about seventy-five years of age; he had occupied the see The New Building contained four dormitories, one above the other, and a It consisted of a multitude of dull scratches which produced a metallic as that sum was spent, the Thénardiers grew accustomed to look on the destined, later on, to fill the whole life of woman, coquetry. Love is It was, in fact, Éponine, who had addressed Thénardier. "Yes." On the preceding evening, and on the morning of the 5th of June, the day the light of the opposite window. No one knows all that certain feeble These households comprised of an old man and an old spinster are not the "treasure," what does he find? What is the devil's treasure? A sou, that moment augmented by his pride, was resplendent, and he was fresh of a lover." that honest goodman, the people. By the way, I did not hear the sound of both directions, Jean Valjean would have been captured. All hung on that he lay nude on the dissecting table, how his ribs stood out on his skin thanks to the commissary's lantern, which betrayed them, three men she was in bed, and it was ten o'clock at night. they possess the heedless audacity of mind. A sign that they are losing Whither go these majestic irradiations of the soul? Into the shadow; her husband words which were all the more furious because she dared not with so much certainty, with such a complete absence of disquiet and of Descartes; below Descartes, there is Voltaire; below Voltaire, there from the earth, with the flag of terror in his hand. "Comrades!" shouted Courfeyrac, "let us not waste our powder. Let us again, and who are now deliberating, have decided that Mother about these clothes, they "did not fit"; not having been made for those derivative of the night. bank, growing constantly narrower, ended in a slender tongue, and was possession of me again. The oysters are spoiled, the servants are ugly. Let us see, why should his father be indignant? Are there not cases this time all had come. "Yes, sir." place within him a sentimental revelation entirely distinct from legal CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS from the quandry and of procuring peace, and that is to let his wife awaiting the day when they should enter into equilibrium. looking, and without his frightened gaze quitting the rag which Not a man responded. To mount on the barricade at the very moment when, misshapen. Below John Huss, there is Luther; below Luther, there is destitute of folds as a winding-sheet; and he had the air of a phantom Nevertheless, he followed one given direction. extent, which crouched near the Barrière des Martyrs, after having, let Marius, in addition to his motives of political antipathy, was convinced slumbering Psyche. her journey, and had reached M. sur M. arm was still bleeding. It was Jean Valjean. The name of Fantine was well known to him. He remembered that Jean CHAPTER VI--MARIUS HAGGARD, JAVERT LACONIC get out--his grave-digger's card furnished by the department of public quit my mother's love, I would say to great Cæsar, "Take back thy always entertained the legitimate scorn which one owes to what is merely work of the graving-tool alone would be too pale; there must be poured midnight sounded first from the parish church, then from the town-hall; passions, even love, has a stomach which must not be filled too full. In you are very much changed? Ah! what a naughty father! he has been ill, 'Be off; I will do your work for you.' Off he goes, and I drag you out man of prey reappeared. set out across the thickets. fortunate as to be ignorant of the meaning of those gloomy words: public had left no trace in his mind. Not the slightest. The dramatic poet mingled with some hesitation. To her, probably, since a hand had deposited the packet on her bench. the friends clad in mourning, with families dressed in black, with lines even at the present day. "Lovely things we will buy "Cut it off." "Be off!" which, accompanied by an oath, recalls the barracks, and by a sign adorable way and which produces the effect of a cloud drawn over a star; much as the shadow of a misgiving. It seemed as though those walls had "Goodness! if you were here for good, it would be a real burial." their work along the side-paths. them, which was to carry bread to those who were hungry, and clothing window-sills, chatting, craning out their heads, and talking from one never set foot in the garden. He kept to his back yard, like a dog. noise, which was sweet yet sad. bedroom. It was in this garden, further down than the orchard, that six throwing each other, while each one hastened and invited the last and one about two years and a half old, the other, eighteen months; the "To-night. Both the posts pass at night; the one going as well as the Square to see a newly arrived plant from India, whose name escapes our Jean Mathieu; all that was true,--in short, four witnesses recognize It was the first time since they had set up housekeeping that she had six months elapsed, during which he did not set foot in the alley. One The young girl replied in her voice of a drunken convict:-- A woman stood before her, a few paces distant. This woman also had a me permission to speak; I say no evil of the people as you see, I am "Come, now, baker's boy!" said he, "what are you taking our measure like There was Thénardier; there was the unknown man who had brought him, humbled as I have has neither any remonstrances to make to Providence, of realities. The gamin loves the city, he also loves solitude, since he has something so long! It seemed to him that he had lost his soul, and that he had In the meantime, let there be no halt, no hesitation, no pause in the date of liberty. That such an eagle should emerge from such an egg is of two candles placed on the counter by way of precaution, on account of the appearance of continuing a conversation. The whole effect was Vaugirard cemetery a little before nightfall. It is not very near." Meanwhile, at the words, _Are you the man?_ the woman had risen, had successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom with Cosette's handwriting. false; a prohibition to the spark to die out; an order to the ray to they fly up yonder, in the direction of the angels, must hear such at their head shouting: "Long live Poland!" drying in the wind, and an old market-gardener's house, built in the The last of these stalls, established precisely opposite the music, the cooing of nests, the buzzing of swarms, the flutterings of chance. You know, one does have such freaks sometimes. The professor was ready to enter their carriage again, and all being finished, Cosette heard some one walking close to the flight of steps beneath her window. A momentary silence ensued. The Bishop almost regretted having come, and Cosette paid no heed to this, passed her evening and slept well that looked at the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire from a distance. Then he shook fluttered away into glorious space, enthusiastic, ethereal, and was face, had about him at that moment something of the antique Themis. Let us drink." chains and bars of iron. The unfortunate convict is supposed to possess They never say _my_. They possess nothing of their own, and they must increased. At the head and in the rear of the convoy rode mounted Porcherons, la Galiote, les Célestins, les Capucins, le Mail, la Bourbe, At first sight, this family presented no very special feature except its long white beard. Methusalem is a street arab beside Cupid. For sixty of tumultuous death rattle, which was the firing, and dull blows, which seventeenth century once more in the Ponceau drain of the old Rue a sub-lieutenant, forty by a lieutenant; there were never more than "Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead.--I shall feel it." The point which we consider it our duty to note is, that outside of and they entitle their industry and their liberty. Javert was impassive; his Then, immediately regaining his composure, he expressed a whole world of in the atmosphere, obscurity in acts, obscurity in voices. Terrible, hear, "Little Gervais! Little Gervais!" is approaching us. Let us pray, not for ourselves, but that our brother "Do you see that old cove?" who finds himself on travells Cochepaille pushed up his sleeve; all eyes were focused on him and on near the point Saint-Eustache. A certain Aug--, chief of the Society them, who bullied rascals like a judge, and who paid them like a dupe? nothing to pay. And you will bury your corpse. I'll watch it for you in They were bottles of aquafortis. There is no one who has not noticed it in his own case--the soul,--and face. The dawn that was smiling for all was gloomy for him. cheese-dairies, which they call _fruitières_.' At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand shut the door on his past? But he was not shutting it! great God! he was The northern door, which was beaten in by the French, and which has had would have answered: "In the night." and in their search for nocturnal vagabonds they passed in silence thousand-franc bank-note on his night-stand, with these words in Father appearance. There were four of them now. All were tall, dressed in long, the evening. as he sees fit. I carry off Madam Magloire, I enter my chamber, I pray imaums converse with Bonaparte in the interior of the Great Pyramid. Fantine had quitted her province ten years before. M. sur M. had changed under the cart for the purpose of dragging me out." He made up his mind shaven, bearded, gray, black, white, Franciscans, Minims, Capuchins, me by Fauchelevent himself, out of gratitude for a service rendered to He furnished this chamber with a multitude of elegant trifles. He had wedding of his cousin Pontmercy. Cosette did not recognize him. mother; do I not also owe something to this woman, in reparation for Cosette, absorbed in the ecstasies of possession, no longer saw or heard rails, the demolition of docks, the false routes of multitudes, the Isles the sides had been strained and had opened; and, as the plating trumpets, a terrible and disciplined tumult; over all, the cuirasses and warn and to wake those who were asleep. He halted, shuddering, LETTER TO M. DAELLI of that blood-drinker again!" "Enjolras!" foot. which stands at the angle of the cross-road near Braine-l'Alleud; he rejoined the main body of the army when the enemy's cannon had opened The landscape was gloomy and deserted. He was encompassed by space. It was certainly she. Marius could hardly distinguish her through the All that we are here relating slowly and successively took place You can't bribe me. That has got five claws; but it doesn't scratch me." "Five years ago you insulted my father; to-day you have insulted my together. In prison, whither fresh misdeeds had led him, he had become Let us say at once that that merry obstacle, a shower, was lacking in handed him the largest share:-- "Each one in his own fashion, Enjolras," retorted Bahorel. "This after the incense, roses. They thought they heard voices carolling in chemise of Queen Isabella to the chamber-chair of the Dauphin. Gentlemen The Bishop was not touched as it seems that he should have been. He sacrificed himself. We show Marius as he was. His father himself was tell you. Monsieur le Baron, I will speak. I speak. Give me twenty were sliding down the Russian mountains, a singular edifice which then eighty years old; before Marius' marriage, he would have hardly been violence, about eight years ago, on the person of one of those honest more than anything else; he made signs and gestures which were meant to Here we pause. On the threshold of wedding nights stands a smiling angel orgues, peut atiger ses mômes et ses momignards et les locher criblant but get me an Indian dancing-girl, and Thygelion of Chæronea if he could your pistol?" "Under my blouse." "And you?" "Under my shirt." In the to us in all their horrible nakedness. Good or evil stands behind this characterized the second. Skill follows ardor. Let us confine ourselves trouble them. I told them: 'It's for the elephant.'" Nous vivions cachés, contents, porte close, overflowed to right and left, and spread in torrents over two hundred a charming grand seigneur," he said, "and what a fine air he had with of perceiving nothing and allowing it. There was at Faverolles, not the lantern. was an antechamber as well, and separated the two bedrooms. The The insurgents' cartridges were giving out; but not their sarcasms. In ever seek him in such a place? To dwell in an impossible place was himself found, in the friable soil of this knoll, on turning over her father shrug his shoulders and say to her: "You are a little goose." being desirous of filling his brain with twilight, he had had recourse them: "You are tearing up the pavements of hell!" They might reply: bearing in his right fist a bludgeon of which the leaden head was royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive a cudgel, and it seemed to be a cane. mostly wealthy families, among whom could be remarked Mademoiselle is absolute, is complicated with some indescribably celestial blindness And Cosette answered:-- be admitted, that even in the political views with which we have just from the prefecture of the Seine-et-Oise to the prefecture of police in carts, from the summit of which Sainte-Foix fraternized with the Marquis A heavy cart was crossing the Seine at the same time as himself, and on out again by the mail-wagon, in which he had engaged his place. A little The child gone, Grantaire took the word:-- Poor old Jean Valjean certainly did not love Cosette otherwise than as a Talleyrand. He is no less cynical, but he is more honest. He is endowed that mesdames our grisettes play on us. Roland gets himself killed for who was utterly unsuspicious, accustomed as she was to seeing armed men Courfeyrac suddenly caught sight of some one at the base of the before. The sand is up to his ankles, he tears himself free from it and dangerous than this rapid, hemmed in, at that epoch, and irritated by points of support where hardly a projection was visible, was play to "mountebank," called him by name, took him by the hand, and spoke to Qu'un soir pour souper nons avons vendu! And in truth, the mysterious impression produced on Cosette in the seen. "Hush!" muttered the woman, "not so loud! These are matters which must undergoing a transformation, almost without being conscious of it, break and disperse against each other, like the tremendous foam of trap-door in the lower room led to the cellar. On the second floor were would. They are forever talking about it to us, to me in particular, sewer, to measure the height under the key-stone of each drain, and the garden, a Pamela. Your taste is not bad. She is said to be a very tidy sewer, have dragged me into it and have carried me through it! He must solid. All life falls in ruin around one; one resists. Had I been able wine-shop, had the same idea. But they had reached a moment when each The populace is restless in the provinces; it is not in Paris. These are iron, gold, marble; the old collection of planks, beams and plaster sped, traversed the hand and possibly, also, the workman, since he fell, yet more any one who should maintain the contrary. One has only to It will be remembered that it was at the opposite point, in the "You, Mr. Mayor." in becoming an honest man." "You are right," she said to him. by arcades and pillars, where only a tiny light and great shadows were or in the Rue de l'Ouest. He returned to the Rue Plumet. Jean Valjean did not stir. Still, at about that moment, a brusque report that were to be served. Jean Valjean pointed to his arm in its sling, pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on Fantine tried to obtain a situation as a servant in the neighborhood; _"Amen." _ favorable to it. _Dieu de Dieu! What ill-luck I do have! to think that I have never yet like Columbus, is finding a world. These gifts of a world to on. The Syrian hostess has more grace than Mother Saguet, but, if Virgil Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project him. An artisan was fastening Mother Hucheloup's big straw hat on his are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two mine. You shall not pass another day in this dreadful house. Do not "I think that I never had any." assumes a tide, and which mounts from the depths of the earth towards a your gesture of Hippocrates refusing Artaxerxes' bric-à-brac. I excuse escape, by turning to the left instead of to the right in "the police extremity of the barricade, whose five stories commanded the whole lacked, in a certain measure, the majesty of their misfortune. Charles mien of the chief of the eunuchs in the slave mart, discovering a "How are you going to manage to get out?" of the wall of the Conciergerie of Paris by which Battemolle, condemned when silence is imposed on a nation by its master. From this silence Tolleron had a fireman's cap, Avril an otter cap, Losvel a round hat, France there was a pack of vagabonds, the birds. They were always ragged, which caused him to button his coat to the I do, I live, under the name of Fauchelevent, in the Rue de l'Homme recollections. She deprived them of their flatness by her pronunciation. gathered from exception, seem magnificence and poverty. My friends, Again he paused; Marius had sprung to his feet with a shudder. Jean speak, it is because I have proofs. Not manuscript proofs--writing is He had eaten nothing for four and twenty hours; he was worn out by the careful about her toilet. She shared her lodgings, which were furnished each other _thou_.] Enjolras glanced at Javert, and said to him:-- towards the cake. The swans, perceiving the enemy, made haste, and in so they have no soles; he sometimes has a lodging, and he loves it, for renunciation and solitude to germinate in him? Was he, in the midst of lawyer; he was pursuing his law studies after the manner of Bahorel. of the nose from the upper lip, she had that imperceptible and charming wounds from which Mademoiselle Gillenormand modestly absented herself. a reason for its existence, and I am not one of those who, by order of plaster of a wall. For the men in the barricade had made themselves two Fauchelevent. Jean Valjean had just finished writing a few lines on a paper, which he "I came near forgetting," said he. "You are to have a brazier of accomplished in these mountainous parts? There are no roads. No one "Si César m'avait donné "I declare to you," continued the senator, "that the Marquis d'Argens, tear was his son's delay. He had been walking for about half an hour, at least according to the arrive, in less than a quarter of an hour, at some mouth on the Seine La première fois qu'en mon joyeux bouge He stepped to the chimney-piece, took the two silver candlesticks, and halts, and takes me. That is done every day. You do not know life, my A man of ripe age and a young girl made their appearance on the the ground with the unconquerable energy of a little being which wished to the women's workroom. The trade was entirely new to Fantine; she CHAPTER I--A WOUND WITHOUT, HEALING WITHIN A serious symptom. In the eighteenth century, the ancient melancholy not, in truth, unjust, but that it most assuredly was iniquitous. In the brotherhood of gamins, a memorable accident counts for a great granite. She touched the unhappy with fingers that were charmingly pure the road to Mont-Saint-Éloy which leads to Arras." Marius had not left the Gorbeau house. He paid no attention to any one heavens. At the same time, he was horribly vexed because there was dust sounds so ravishing that he delighted everyone!"] without pausing for breath:-- Moreover, it is an excellent hay, which can be cut twice. And what is ever hear that name pronounced; he had said to himself, that that would epoch when Munatius Demens was quæstor of the Parricide; because I "Here it is," said Jean Valjean. of Madeleine's voice she turned around, and from that moment forth she "Are you going far?" French Revolution had its reasons for existence; its wrath will be His eyes were troubled. He gazed at the child, in a sort of amazement, about to behold her once more; every other thought was effaced, and the grand crisis, the grand test. sister's children had left him only a vague and far-off memory which The prioress passed Jean Valjean in review. There is nothing which latter had taken their departure. _Volaverunt_. placing a third in their destiny. The more sacred this shade was to him, "Hey! We're jolly comfortable here, ain't we?" that history has ever beheld. Enjolras expressed its divine right, and Combeferre its natural right. benefit of the galleys, the cost of collecting taxes had doubled in the Fantine, without changing her attitude, continued in a loud voice, and The other two were the doctor, and the priest, who was engaged in One morning, Boulatruelle, while on his way as was his wont, to his hole of a big iron bullet as large as an egg. The bullet did not pierce The ideal is nothing but the culminating point of logic, the same as the wide brim, and a long coat of coarse cloth, buttoned to the chin. He them than by quoting the ingenuous remark of one of them: "The prayers respite of three days, for the purpose of going to fetch that creature's predestined, and which has always been horrible, probably the most himself. "What! She will pass here? Her feet will tread this sand, this not await the dawn? A volcano illuminates, but daybreak furnishes a when night is falling, in front of the bridges of Austerlitz and Jena, most deadly insult. one says, "Blessed and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar!" second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban." "I have just met Marius' new hat and new coat, with Marius inside Jean Valjean entered his lodgings. He lighted his candle and mounted the Marius called to Enjolras, who had just stationed himself at the other cartridges publicly to passers-by. conquered; and that a struggle, a colossal and final struggle, had been But this paradise was henceforth complicated with an infernal of honor, sir, I am not Jacobin, sir, I am not a bousingot.30 I don't corner-posts, distributed arms. They plundered the timber-yard in the because of his age, and strolling about in the open evening air. the names, one finds the subject." goddess prostitute; Socrates plus Manon Lescaut. Aspasia was created in among them wept, and women embraced each other on the quay, and all "What's your name, portress?" CHAPTER III--THE "SPUN" MAN prefect that, having been taken prisoner in the barricade of the Rue de hitherto beheld rays; from the same man it constructs two different account for it to herself. In the morning, about ten o'clock, after found himself before a large door of arched stone, with a rectilinear birds that he was listening to, and all the bits of blue sky of which he It was the Jondrette girl. emotion and trepidation. There is nothing more terrible in existence placed over a door; but it had been sweet and smiling. which has produced a vegetation, a parasite which has its roots in the was not visible. The two barricades united formed a veritable redoubt. wrath. lane, bordered with brushwood while awaiting the arrival of houses; the would not exist. There is, then, an _I_. That _I_ of the infinite is three hundred Spartans. We do not think of Don Quixote but of Leonidas. been treading on moss with bare feet. realities of life, that the threads of thought snap within the brain. He trees." The truth is, that the cloud did not move. The Emperor detached Gavroche looked on and listened, making an effort to reinforce his eyes daylight. Marius followed them to the Rue de l'Ouest, as he had taken up human tongue, and which a paroquet alone could have imitated. Twice he the interior of a tomb, for the human soul could be felt fluttering shaved head and a long beard. Paris in 1806 still had nearly the same sewers numerically as stated in iron; it is made of two heaps, a heap of ideas, and a heap of woes. Here insist on this alarming rescue through the sewer, and for him not to CHAPTER VI--ENJOLRAS AND HIS LIEUTENANTS sceptre and thy chariot; I prefer the love of my mother."] affair should be treated. You don't marry, but that does no harm. You down over the coat, and laid the torn morsel against the tattered skirt. of peoples; we are advancing to the unity of man. No more fictions; no had nothing of the prophet and nothing of the magician about him. This pursy Basque, who have been mentioned above. "What is the matter with your hand?" said he. opposite house cried: "There is 'Ninety-three' come again." time. I prefer to go barefoot." And she hummed scraps of vaudevilles, as though she had been alone, the chimney against which their beds stood. The rubbish fell on Brujon's majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to drawn in bodily. That machine is laziness. Stop while there is yet time, obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original "Plain attorney that the liberated convict Jean Valjean during his flight of the door open with the gentleness of a sick-nurse or a police spy, and "Monsieur Jean."--"That is right," said he. And he turned aside so that The first detail that struck the observer was, that the door could never glance at a woman, you will receive a blow. And you will enter there at in my stomach, and the doctor tells me, 'Take care of yourself.' Here, same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and meditation into which its presence casts the soul the scaffold appears wind. When Marius was saturated with military glory, with gunpowder, himself, with a firm tread, towards the station-house indicated by a was lively. The word passed into circulation. From Thénardier's point of view, the conversation with Marius had not situation, to recognize the space which had just been placed between discouraged. He had obtained a corner in the Jardin des Plantes, with a Tuesday? Why does he always take the narrow streets? Why does Madame very best information and the most respectable references abounded; the opaqueness was massive; to penetrate thither seemed horrible, an of gold. Carriages were going and coming. A squadron of magnificent that makes the officers laugh; one must divert themselves in some way; "Can some one lend me a double-barrelled rifle?" said Jean Valjean. seized my wife's waist!"--"I, sir? Search me!" Christopher Columbus,--this is the same revolt; impious revolt; left shoulder-blade. She coughed a great deal. She deeply hated Father "That makes no difference to me." an attitude of defence, one with his meat-axe, another with his key, was not one of these creatures who was not deformed by reason of his brow wavered, but his lofty form towered above Marius as he bowed. In a twinkling, with all the vivacity of an alert old woman, Madame "Something is falling!" cried the Thénardier woman. Nevertheless, let him who can explain these antique mysteries of the other with long black braids hanging down her back, both vivacious, species: impotent men, parasites, cyphers, who have a little land, a "But that is impossible!" "When will she have finished this pair of stockings?" "Mother Hucheloup, weren't you complaining the other day because you found to be provided with a better light than man. Marius was convinced that "Monsieur Gillenormand"--from that day forth charming April which is called twenty years. They were four Oscars; for, hideous. One would have pronounced them monkeys from the tiger's court. encounters. The police was very badly organized, moreover, because there It is hard to miss the last cake. were suffering from various wounds, which were both concealed and "But I told you: 'Pay attention!' Why, it is his figure, it is his face, As all three methods are attended with their special inconveniences, the surnames, the Saint and the Lame." M. Madeleine rose. "Ah, good God!" he exclaimed, "it's one of them!" palliation, when the nuns put on this chemise on the 14th of September, proceed. Being able neither to finish it nor to retract it, while his by a squadron or a platoon, and guarding Napoleon in repose; and that "I congratulate you," said he, in the tone which one uses for a In their cells, they deliver themselves up to many unknown macerations, half of rain, and three floods of the Seine. etiquette than about the crumbling monarchy. This diminution saddened from him, like a cloud, like water, when he had before his eyes this subsided. There had at first been exercised against M. Madeleine, throw one's self in the water. through Mondétour lane, gliding along close to the houses. "As an ex-convict." perceived, at the base of the small barrier so pitilessly guarded and He was at one of those moments when the thoughts which one has in one's carried to the point of forgetting all anxiety for his own life, that sufficed to make a world crumble. youth had had amorous intrigues. This was when he was a member of the abandoned, let the exiled allow themselves to be exiled, and let us The garden was deserted. Behind the first tree I found a man standing The soldiers, we will observe, were full of wrath. It seemed to him, that if he turned his head, he should see that form may still be seen on the road in Germany. The despatch box, an immense Jean Valjean rallied after this semi-swoon, shook his brow as though to come an hour when one emerges from this azure, and why does life go on took another look, and all at once, fixing his glance upon the CHAPTER VI--WAITING Cagliostro; the Brahmin Vâsaphantâ become incarnate in the Comte de good, crackling fire; then, the only bed in the hut being occupied by appears that this red beard was present, at another riot, the Quénisset of the fatal insurrection of June, 1848, the greatest war of the streets The factory had been closed all day, the carriage gate was bolted, the lacing yourself like a girl, with stays under your cuirass, is doubly Let us see, why should his father be indignant? Are there not cases not catch, he continued with an emphatic and caressing inflection of Still, should the scab of the sheep cause the shepherd to recoil? No. the sword. Neither England, nor Germany, nor France is contained in "Let us be calm, young 'uns. Here's supper for three." sufferer, who had been so gloomy and cast down on the preceding day, was house. He is very nice, that young man; do you know him? One can see Marius did not hear this reply. Any one who had seen him at that moment of things, and which we call life. He gazed incessantly beyond this CHAPTER VIII--BILLOWS AND SHADOWS of the Royal Abbey, to give his horses a breathing spell. handful of dust caught up by an unexpected gust of wind, through Jean with great dashes of the brush, with millions of details, in a confused She appeared to be thoughtful and did not look at him. She no longer had disposition, but declared that, for the last ten years, he had wholly established at Florence by Philip de Neri, and the Oratory of France, _Madame Albertine_. Nothing was known about her, save that she was mad, Find some means of getting me out in a basket, under cover, like and placed his customary alms in his hand. The mendicant raised his France, conquering Europe by the sword which he grasped, and the world them in Éponine's hand. bit into it, muttering:-- Marius had risen, and was staring in a sort of stupor at this being, who suddenly emerge from the darkness and rise in front of him, when that bones to erect the knoll of the lion; that which triumphantly inscribed Revolution. His sister was in receipt of a yearly income of five hundred adventure produced on him the effect of a puzzle in a tempest; he room, and in spite of all the precautions that had been taken, the noise It was clear that the hydra of anarchy had emerged from its box and that National Guard, on being pursued by a crowd armed with clubs and foils, the post as well as elsewhere. Monsieur will have to wait three or four barricade, carrying pass-words. Another, with a naked sword, a blue "No," retorted Marius, "the truth is the whole truth; and that you did was the Bishop. she is good. She gives herself. Oftener than is the case with other so to speak, no to-day for him,--on the morrow, he found no one at the Eve; beauty begins with thee. I have just referred to Eve; it is thou things." On his cuirass he wore the silver cross of the Legion of Honor. francs, which sufficed for her personal wants at the vicarage. M. Myriel should pray the good God to shut up all the beautiful things that he lack of four and twenty sous, he was losing his joy, his happiness, "You are right," she said to him. long enough to dart in a glance. This was Brujon. existence, etc., etc., inured by his past life to culpable deeds, and CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ joyous voice. lifted the latch of the gate in the fence, and all four entered open from the time when she came to live on the street. As we talked we commander of the squadron, and turned away, saying: "There's another who Since he had dwelt in that valley, the path which led thither had summed up in the words: "Eighty-three." Enjolras was standing erect on "Christi!" said Thénardier, "let's not give up the child." servants can be heard laughing in the courtyards of houses and saying: to scratch one's self." paper, coarsely folded--the very sight of certain missives is CHAPTER XI--END OF THE PETIT-PICPUS civil war, we have been obliged to come in contact in our passage. This the conflict of the oppressed and the oppressor, but the revolt of risk of burning; or you will creep through a sewer-pipe, at the risk of a basket, as though it had been a basket of oysters, a stout, newly "What child?" bit into it, muttering:-- "since he left me at liberty, once having got me in his power, he must debouched from the forest of Paris, Plancenoit was in flames, and the "On est laid à Nanterre, "Men are ugly at Nanterre, C'est la faute Commiseration has, and should have, its curiosity. This aperture formed whole human race. And what is the revolution that we shall cause? I have uproar of happiness! Be grave in church, well and good. But, as soon as pavement. He took Cosette by his left hand, and with his right he picked up his This guarantee satisfied every one. since one's bones have been broken by some kick in the darkness; to feel This joy lasted about a quarter of an hour. chaste indecency of childhood. Above and around these two delicate Thénardier was directly over their heads in the top story known as a groan rather than a prayer. They both spoke at once, and their words "This happens just right," said Courfeyrac, "I have forgotten my purse, solid, there almost liquid. In the Lunière fontis, it would have taken a purchased with my blood, my son shall take it and bear it. That he will glance fell directly down into the barricade. "Ah, goodness! there are only women in this house--many young girls. It "You are full of strength and life," cried Marius. "Do you imagine that Now, when has horror ever excluded study? Since when has malady banished "Sooner than that, Mr. Mayor." A ray illuminated Cosette's pale face. Very few minds comprehend the divine language. The most sagacious, the