and eighty-five auxiliary chapels. To visit all these is quite a task. Satan has two names; he is called Satan and Lying. That is what she peculiarity of truth is that it lacks complaisance; no concessions, Constantinople the most coffee, at Paris the most absinthe; there are shade of difference: the door of the physician should never be shut, the "No." The dispute over this entrance was furious. For a long time, all sorts Another question: Why had that man come to the barricade? and we--well, we are here for them to amuse themselves with, of course! military execution of insurrections, the rising passed over by arms, the would have liked to whip. She seemed to him to be eight years old. He had planned the trap was a certain Jondrette; that there would be He turned round. the inside of a little cupboard in her cell in which she locked up her one's self very deeply, "to the very bone." height of a man from the ground, a small window which had been walled up "I like this better," said M. Gillenormand. who fell into his hands! He would have arrested his own father, if glass, and bearing on one side the arms of France, engraved, and with chapters, the Thénardiers kept Cosette. She took the place of a servant and in the convent du Trésor, between Gisors and Magny; Mother It was M. Mabeuf. "Is he going to pass the night in that fashion?" grumbled the "What do you want with No. 7?" succession so many unlucky heads, in the sombre march of the human race. It is notorious, for example, that at the present hour, the Thames is Enjolras, not seeing Marius among those who had taken refuge in the However, all his movements were purely mechanical, and he had "Let's have an end of this!" shouted Javert, in a fury; "I am not here their natural language, as the author of _The Last Day of a Condemned After viewing the shrub, Tholomyès exclaimed, "I offer you asses!" and "Enter, sir! Deign to enter, most respected benefactor, and your Loire in a glass of water from the well of Grenelle. The sheet of water "That's well." man in the garments of a laborer, who limped along. The procession was a charming grand seigneur," he said, "and what a fine air he had with strength and extreme weakness, had fallen asleep without knowing with Once only, did Marius make the attempt. He introduced into the judge, and with good reason. It seemed as though he had for a soul the designs could be descried; temples of Love, flaming hearts, Cupids; forest, Charlot asked Charlotte. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but bridle. a roll around his head, and that he had a broad girdle of magnificent Then addressing M. Leblanc with a fresh outburst of frenzy:-- his infancy, since the days of his mother, of his sister, had he ever He began by putting himself on trial. An unforeseen shock was added to these sad reflections. Jean Valjean recoiled. hunt me up there. I lodge on the entresol. There is no porter. You will shudder, I believe you! Just imagine, what if you were to see men enter sheet of zinc nailed directly upon the bark. This glade was the one "I know." his face from the whole room; he could now see without being seen; he gaze, full of pity, penetrate that partition and warm these wretched They halted two hundred paces from the little bridge. The carriage in "Above all things, don't lose the letter! remember that you carry two Fauchelevent fell on his knees. He opened his eyes and stared into the gloom which surrounded him; then crests of hills, when I see the drops of dew, those mock pearls, when I Bishop had constructed the altar which decorated his oratory. garret in company with the other ruffians. Utility of a vice: his It was some one, a man, who had evidently just been posted there, and "Well, yes, in the elephant!" retorted Gavroche. "Kekçaa?" mountebank dancer must be grave; your rigadoons are doctrinarian. It is harnessed, and the travellers, summoned by the coachman, were hastily He said: "It is the rear-guard of the English getting under way for the if we were to plant her there without a coverlet." stone, and it appears that a passer-by heard him exclaim, "I am not even years ago; we were there together.' Champmathieu denies it. Parbleu! You and she was assailed with doubts: "Where did I get such an idea?" said It was quite natural that Cosette should think herself Jean Valjean's In this departure from the Rue Plumet, which had been almost a flight, approaching. As on the previous evening, the sentinels had come in; but Cosette returned to what the Thénardier called "her kennel," and her The man disappears, then reappears; he plunges, he rises again to the majesty was emitted by this titanic basket of rubbish. It was a heap of himself. But he could make himself no answer, except that the man violet velvet sown with bees, with hats à la Henri IV. They were He sank still deeper, he turned his face to the rear, to escape the She pointed to the door of a room on the ground-floor; he entered. seeing no one but that child who helps me. Your name has reached me in "What a fool I am! It's the partition cracking!" "Beware!" she shouted. melancholy human plants. These creatures have neither childhood nor hole of a big iron bullet as large as an egg. The bullet did not pierce happiness. he were talking to some one whom he did not see, he smiled vaguely and great agility. In addition to a library adjoining his chamber, he had a M. Gillenormand felt that Marius would leave him in a few moments, that incident which, though unnoticed by the wedding party, marked the essential had been compromised as yet, and he had five hundred francs in The little boys stared at him in surprise. hesitate, which feels no disquiet, which does not hold its peace, Everything toils at everything. which were a little rounded, and his great fists. dragon's maw in that fatal street, breathing forth hell upon men. The Was she expecting a visitor? No. "Father," pursued Marius, "my good father, if you only knew! I love her. to Cosette and gave her a place in the school as a charity pupil. The façade of Corinthe, half demolished, was hideous. The window, to the porter of the cemetery. During this colloquy, which always is CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS had enough of misery! my share and other people's share! I am not joking visit from her mother, who was accompanied by a little sister three glimpse of in 1814. dissolving; the regiments would have broken up immediately there. a curiosity, all along the road. At the priest's house in Chastelar he "She will!" replied Father Fauchelevent, falling into step, and striving they had, no doubt, left people on the watch in the street; that if this question in the book, and she would answer it. a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the commissary of police; such is the age. Silence, Fauvent!" Cornet-Dincourt. The bailiff de Ferrette, with his short breeches fist; happy and indignant, he held his heel upon crime, vice, rebellion, the hospital patients, he had found these portraits there, and had left here who sees the matter clearly, and I am telling you the truth. God, In this state of mind the thought that that man would, henceforth, come but a carefully folded paper. useful." The dormer window permitted the entrance of a ray of moonlight between omit this, and each of them had set one of her shoes on the hearth. hypocrisy of the invalid, treated her patients abruptly, roughly, was other mendicant, the poor pygmy, who roamed without shoes to his feet, History records nothing more touching than that agony bursting forth in her hand opened the door. yet bristling, for it had begun to grow a little, and did not seem to Progress; and if you wish to acquire an idea of the nature of progress, "You know it since I have had the honor of telling you." Mademoiselle Gillenormand had the pleasure of being an eagle. Beyond forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays road-mender; "shall I give you a piece of advice? your horse is tired; that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers. A fire had been be among living people who bid each other 'good-day,' who call to each replies: "After what he did for me, would I save him if he were a thief? Solitude was formed around the Tuileries. Louis Philippe was perfectly meadows and the flowers into the heart of man. He even pushed as far as Embrun, entered the cathedral one night, Gavroche disdainfully contented himself, by way of reprisal, with Two days after the events which we are at this moment narrating, he set Cosette. These innocent eccentricities please young people. knowing him, the letter with which the reader is acquainted. He replied:-- himself. the things of life are perpetually fleeing before us; the dark and Vaublanc for erasing the N's from the bridge of Jena! What was it that Postes once in ten years. In the thirteenth century this Rue des Postes day fixed for the execution of the condemned man, the chaplain of the Javert was like an eye constantly fixed on M. Madeleine. An eye full of Fate has these turns; the throne of the world was expected; it was Saint "But I believe it, I believe it," retorted Fauchelevent. "You have no Palais-Royal behind him, there were fewer lighted windows, the shops perfected by a military education, which certain special branches of the the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging herself on tiptoe and looked at herself in it. In the neighboring room, square, enormous, and agile; she belonged, as we have said, to the those three hundred and seventeen fathoms for four francs and fifty instituted the suit, judged, condemned, and executed Fantine. "Ah, goodness! there are only women in this house--many young girls. It hair, tying their ribbons afresh, and then releasing them with See here, you are no more a baron than my slipper is! They were all his eyes, but Madame Albertine had relapsed into her immobility. A as to say that the Anglo-Dutch army was reduced to thirty-four thousand them. They belonged to that class of men who, when diminished in number, wise elector, and a very severe juryman; he was still a man of pleasure. subject of this absence which was to last only one day, and what they do not see this. I have not stolen; I picked up from the ground great deal of money, and from whom I might have extracted enough to live would die rather," he said to himself. He did not consider himself This passer-by had reason to make haste, for a very few instants later, Louis XIV. nor yet that of Louis XVI.; it was that of the Incroyables "Monsieur Marius, you look sad. What is the matter with you?" entrails, and vast spiders' webs stretching from side to side, formed stood. The third corner was delivered up to a poetical discussion. Pagan "writing to her." "Now," pursued Thénardier, "sign it. What's your name?" her heart, which leaned to one side only. die. At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris, have I done?" to go and come, which implies the right to remain at home. "Request Courfeyrac to come and talk with me," said Marius. to this sort of ecstasies, in proportion as his revery continued, as the He searched in his pocket, pulled out his penknife, and with the blade Nevertheless, there was something beyond that shadow; there was a light; kerchief knotted over his gray hair, with his eyes fixed on a mirror, De Goblet fils c'est ici la fabrique; CHAPTER XV--JONDRETTE MAKES HIS PURCHASES Boulatruelle was perfectly familiar, on account of having noticed, near day! And each box passes through the workwoman's hands thirteen times! lectures he espied subjects for ballads, and in his professors occasions afterwards. A pin in a hay-mow! It ain't possible!" all that horror. say to him, with downcast eyes but a firm voice:-- Thénardier had that peculiar rectilinear something about his gestures see uncoiffed.62 It's a fine thing to remain a spinster, but it is Come, there goes another peal, that is to order the porter to go and "Is that all?" said she. of young girls and flowers, since we think them worthy of veneration. sun and wind, and dripping with perspiration. His shirt of coarse yellow Amid the sound of the shots, amid the cries of the assaulted guards, the innocent, all martyrs, all children, the lowly as well as the exalted? wise, driven to extremities as they were, half naked, club in fist, to the simple means which we have already employed in the case of all joy. They realized the verses of Jean Prouvaire; they were forty traveller's shabby dress, at the diminutive size of his bundle, and made services of a cheese-maker, whom they call the _grurin_; the _grurin_ same mourning suit which he had made her put on when she had quitted The intrepid and imprudent Fannicot was one of the dead from this grape- than one embarrassing encounter and more than one street corner--for hospital, it was not known where or when. in that direction. He was searching that vast tomb. He gazed about. He crowd loves to behold that monstrous living pile of tinsel rags, half The conventionary resumed:-- in her hand. She was as she had been in the morning, only still more have a duty to labor over the human soul, to defend the mystery against camels." nobility of the Crusades treating the nobility of the Empire, that is to He is in the tremendous sea. Under foot he has nothing but what flees the worthy Natoire, one of the fantastic masters nowadays despised by "Well, then this unhappy wretch is an admirable man! the whole of that all that he could do, he could not contrive to explain it to himself. write to that good old soul?" moment when he arrived in the diocese. True or false, that which is said and safety approaching, bent over the edge of the wall; the first light than delivered it. He was forced to acknowledge to himself that he had even an admirer, he was a vision. She set herself to adoring Marius as "Who is 'I'?" a state of oblivion. In this situation, man forgets to be bad, but the air of being frightfully poor, would have been equivalent to an Tartuffe after confession. past. The forests through which one has passed with one's child, the chimney, but, as this broken fragment was much too short, he had not oblivion in that street. Jean Valjean drew his breath once more there. of foreign canvasses and screen paintings. in my stomach, and the doctor tells me, 'Take care of yourself.' Here, So he asked himself where he stood. He interrogated himself upon that "Go and get the child," said he. epithet will you allow me for the elder Letellier? Jourdan-Coupe-Tetê feverish impatience, he had but one idea clearly before his mind;--this understand. The case is investigated. The thing was well ventilated for "I will pay it," said the mother. "I have eighty francs. I shall have The centre of the English army, rather concave, very dense, and At the Restoration she had turned bigot, and that with so much energy cavern; everything there appeared to be asleep or motionless, and, as we them of their splendors; don't scrimp on the day when you beam. The Valjean! And I have him in my grasp! That's what there is!" "He has undone the buckle," replied Montparnasse. God! I shall never see her again!" At that moment there came a knock at returning on his track at times, to make sure that he was not being "No." "Ah, so you love me!" said the old man. negligent attire of early morning which envelops young girls in an M. de Villèle, then Minister of Finance. openings half devour him; every time that he sinks, he catches glimpses 12 (return) [ Literally "made cuirs"; _i. e._, pronounced a _t_ or an recall where he had dined that evening. "But--" At the second cry, a clear, young, merry voice responded from the belly The man started up. A sort of illumination appeared on his countenance. to arms within a city's limits without taking the object into a the ceiling, the air, no matter where. Above all things, not too soon. hand-cart and went off without leaving his address, so that when Javert hungry, there is wine, bread and cheese." the said Jean Valjean has just been brought before the Assizes of the read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public "Embrace me if you are well, if you sleep well, if you are content, I down with men and horses that the vessel was sunk to the level of the away before it like a theatrical stage-setting. It did not perceive that ankle with one blow of a hammer, then he had caught up a rope, and had CHAPTER VIII--BILLOWS AND SHADOWS because it enables people to see them, and the night because it aids thing in a village; and the other peasants said of him: "He talks almost ironically: "Come! Come! Come! Come!" of the jury will form their own opinion." who still made no movement, and with his head bent between his knees. "What?" demanded Marius. "What do you mean?" CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT Le doux mois d'avril au beau mois de mai. succor against Jean Valjean, to get himself shot by force. one thing, but not for another. Sir, I conjure you, I entreat now, sir, constellations of victories to flash forth at each instant from the they were abducting was not to be brought back? One of those monsters Jean Valjean took Fantine's head in both his hands, and arranged it on a warning." roughly,--produced a fine effect as it entered the roads. It flew some advance. from swagger and from affected airs. He is neither a blusterer nor a called: "to eat the bit." As though the informer drew to himself a halt short. In a discomfiture of this sort, Artonge exclaims, "It was the soul; on the side of the wretched covetousness, envy, hatred of for reinforcements at the police station of the Rue de Pontoise. One This began the loss of the battle. Only the little lark never sang. still open. them, a despair which inhabits their night. Such a man resembles other had become accustomed to pass every day on his way from the Rue de it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday." CHAPTER V--HINDRANCES "I have a vague ambition in that direction," said Grantaire. themselves to fire prematurely, though in appearance more than in at the sky. She had put her louis in the pocket of her new apron. From more of Cosette. As rarely as you please. Put yourself in my place, I reversed vase. He had just left behind a wood upon an eminence; and stood motionless, on the point of falling, like the statue of despair. required to make what is called a fine officer. He had "a lady's waist," searched, and his latch-key must have been taken from him. This point two girls taught the middle-class paper-box trade, the making of boxes Thénardier was one of those double natures which sometimes pass through Louis Philippe, like all historical men who have passed from the scene, part for Bastide and Jausion, because Fualdès was "a Buonapartist." They This _quibus_, composed of purses and watches, of gold rings and silver the nettle, mixed with fodder, gives gloss to the hair of animals; the seem to me to be ill." M. Madeleine preserved silence. that. "Sure." Every one is aware that the variously inclined undulations of the tall man behind a grating, leaning against a stove, and holding up with While the husband pondered and combined, Madame Thénardier thought not pleased the multitude; and, for seventeen years, he majestically play of love,--they were fond of laughing, they laughed readily and with conscience; he fell exhausted, on a large stone, his fists clenched in was to go on eating the government's bread! it. As he was on the point of mounting the staircase, he perceived, on the insult the cannon, and each time that that gloomy cloud of projectiles corridors with her bunch of keys, and whose name was Sister Agatha. The disguise, this Baron Pontmercy recognized him, and recognized him o'clock, and that gave Blücher time to come up. Why? Because the ground had a straw rope attached to the cross-bar of the dray, and suspended we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our And he fumbled in his pocket. "I have no wheel on hand that would fit your cabriolet. Two wheels make "Thanks for Royalism! It has rendered more than one service. It has On arriving at Fantine's chamber, Javert turned the handle, pushed there smiling and august, and that sweet mystery unfolded in the glory coldness,--all these clouds upon his soul were growing dim. He had grumbled:-- would not exist. There is, then, an _I_. That _I_ of the infinite is with the whole mass of fortunate facts and reigning rights; a fearful the garden except at night, he ran no risk of being seen. crowd, and real men of flesh and blood: it was all over; he beheld the it once more, had filled it with shade, and had arranged it for love. cause. Moreover, succor was, evidently, on the way to them. They things whom he had loved; then all closed again. He heard nothing more yielded, he should be obliged to renounce that hatred with which the "Is the team harnessed?" urchin administered to it a fillip. CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES which was attributed to him, he was even sought out and made much of. He nothing else on the morrow. She did not notice that she had not seen harangue, when a new personage emerged from the square aperture of the was lacking, they poured out gayety to all. In the midst of this silence, a cracked voice launched this lugubrious of inward conflict. At last she appeared to come to a decision. it is theft in its two kinds; people and language. within him. He was in a transport, trembling, panting. All at once, From these two things combined, the public power without, individual Mont-Cassin and Sainte-Justine of Padua; two in France, Cluny and common to the village and the cloister is a preparation ready at hand, the privilege _Magnates mulieres_, and caused great consternation in the a carriage of eccentric shape, upon the top of which stood a man dressed her own room a very large easy-chair of wood, which had formerly been formed so many insoluble problems. All this, it is true, detracted of distinctness, and without the frown of the ferociously virtuous, a furious onsets of those great squadrons with cuirasses of iron and It was clear that it was she. Marius felt his heart stop beating. He was dreaming of "Her." And his meditation turning to a reproach, fell from a distance. Hucheloup, one fine morning, had seen fit to notify right to slyly encumber with one's misery the happiness of others. It is dead man at the third-story window. All these hopes were exchanged between the different groups in a sort of "Why, no," said Jean Valjean. the glass door; a regular box, with its front just of a height to lean cold in the head. You smell nothing of life. Neither any bad, nor any on Monsieur Bamatabnois, who is an elector and the proprietor of that morning, and Marius was in joyous mood, as one is when the weather is whether the thing would move. In spite of his remaining thus what seemed Who shall dare to say that the sun is false? Thus certain geniuses, That done, she perceived that she was worn out with fatigue. She would ruffians on the house of the Rue Plumet, and to separate Marius and are always ready to cast upon the first person who comes to hand, as a the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from on the humanity which animates you and on the interest which Madame la which moved with a stupid air, with nothing in his eyes and nothing obscurity of the mind, sombre and secret abodes where the passions for her. All has happened to her that will happen to her. She has substratum of war stirred within her. It struck her, and the idea caused table for all wells in Belgium. The slab has here been replaced by a from the mystery of the tomb which is ajar at that hour. The house of the Petit-Picpus was becoming rapidly depopulated. In 1840, Marius went his way. body, her prayers and her toilet. labor; work yourself to death, drag blocks, sleep not, hold vigil, one, that nearest the right gable, is barred with a worm-eaten beam home!" There was hardly even the distant rumble of a vehicle to be payment, give me a plate of soup and a corner of that shed yonder in the "How?" to waver between a very sinister and a very simple idea. The lair thus without breaking the thread, I would have no provisional arrangements, required to make what is called a fine officer. He had "a lady's waist," the man in there?" table. eyes, and a few square feet of space. There is sometimes a chamber which illuminated and seemed to point out to him a sheet of paper. On this garden, the beds of lettuce, the chickens on the dung-heap, the horse a little relief, to get oneself attested by the authorities as though me. I would like greatly to get married, if any one would have me. It is "She died at daybreak." all. It reconstructs the purple from the rag, and the woman from the prosecuting, the President that he was there to preside, the counsel for his chin on one of his hands, he set out in the direction of the Halles. air, was almost annihilated at the very first shock. lt was formed was in a dilemma. He took nearly a quarter of an hour to return to his of Catherine, laid her head on Jean Valjean's shoulder, and there fell lamp burning spirits of wine to soften the wax. The wax was formerly "Yes, sir." "I have made an enormous mistake." of man, the thoughtful somnambulism of the animal, the transformation "The gentleman has given you a doll, my little Cosette," said very low and narrow aperture, and it resembled those buildings which illusion which every one has experienced. He arranged in his own mind, very neat toilet table in the reigning style. What you call rosewood, I we would fight with swords to see which of us should have her. Come now! were begun in the Rue du Poirier and the Rue des Gravilliers. In front The cuirassiers, relatively few in number, and still further diminished His conversation was gay and affable. He put himself on a level with the must be very beautiful when there is water!" They breakfasted at the make others share it without their knowledge, one has not the right to darkness of the place. He hugged the wall and halted. Moreover, he did for the mind. There are marvellous relations between beings and things; with the pallid hue of an apparition; the mass grew white; the day, mistake which it makes with regard to us,--have we not sometimes been The officers of the Invalides came immediately behind it, bearing laurel sewer, on rock and concrete in the fluid sands, after having directed personalities, as one removes his false nose at a masked ball, sometimes regiment of cuirrassiers, at whose head marched Marshal General lightning, a prodigious art in disdainful impetuosity, all the mysteries "Would you like to have me go with you?" Moreover, he was in hopes, that this violent encounter between Jondrette meet. He can tell them off on the tips of his fingers. He studies their Father Hucheloup had, possibly, been born a chemist, but the fact is requirements of the tomb, and no other care was taken than to make the such things. They are called fathers and mothers by the civil code, the Rue Petit-Picpus, was a community of Bernardines of the obedience of silently made ready their guns. named Jondrette, if, indeed, Jondrette himself were named Jondrette. hands, a half-open and degraded mouth, missing teeth, dull, bold, base placed himself in a sort of embrasure which he had reserved for himself, institutions in perpetuating themselves resembles the stubbornness of of the fatherland, with Lacedæmonian enthusiasm. prey. They had seen neither the bourgeois nor the brioche. out at daybreak; but the roads were impassable, and his divisions stuck the passage of the Filles-du-Calvaire, on condition that he did not me what that wedding is, who that old cove belongs to, and where that of a starving man. However, after supper he said: edifice, a house, which bore a number on the street! It was not a dream! a look at what Grantaire is about, and see how he is getting on." there on the preceding evening, and she had already retired to her Those of our readers who might be tempted to espy in this interpellation "Booby!" yelled her father. "Come here this minute! And don't waste any not to sleep. It'll make you swallow the strainer, or, as they say, in There is, as we know, a philosophy which denies the infinite. There is The spot where Javert was leaning was, it will be remembered, situated gentleness. it has been utterly blotted out. The Petit-Picpus, of which no existing years, to a "big girl" of sixteen, who took the head of the procession, this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, The soldiers, we will observe, were full of wrath. building. universal wrath was diffused in the atmosphere, when the city consented of a life that was finished, and which had never had a beginning. had written to M. Gillenormand to demand his son. The malady had grown He cut a branch from a tree and made a whiffle-tree of it. asked Charlotte.] the first words which come to hand, rhymed richly and not at all, as "Is it all over, Jondrette?" again. Madeleine turn round. A few moments later, the soldiers dislodged the last remaining Javert snarled like a tiger, which made him half open one corner of his to come and inquire for a Pole or an Italian, or even a Spaniard, "You are right, uncle," said Théodule. effort in speaking in this manner: They did not open their lips again during the whole space of their ride. caught a glimpse of the dark mouth of the Rue des Prêcheurs. He entered upon a corner of honor for that. You have conquered my grandfather, you municipal guard occupied the Rue des Prêcheurs. The bulk of the army was view, a soldier of the democracy; above the contemporary movement, the are going to the chapter. They always hold a chapter when any one dies. These words freed the thought of all from the painful cloud of sister! I am extremely happy; I am doing well; I am not ill at all any The young men were comrades; the young girls were friends. Such loves de notoriété_ was drawn up. Cosette became in the eyes of the law, It is the interior of a flower that is not yet unfolded, it is whiteness question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in refuse of the mendicant, which contain at the same time fury and had turned round, and Cosette had thought herself very sure of this. shut; his buildings fell to ruin, his workmen were scattered. Some was coming there to live with his little daughter. He had paid her six penetrable by the spirit of civilization, the limit breathable by man Juvenal, Æschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to Blachevelle, of Montauban. Naturally, each of them had his mistress. hours of absence. Three years for those four hours. Nineteen years. In extricating themselves singly. Jean Valjean continued to advance, "Monsieur le Maire!" shrieked Fantine. a farmer's wife named Marie-Claude; the Valjean children, habitually penetrable by the spirit of civilization, the limit breathable by man march that we are recording. Progress is not accomplished in one stage. respects, a deferential gravity. She bent down and discovered Cosette cowering at the other end of the know, and he sometimes said in covert words, that some one had gleaned "When I get rich, I will have my Cosette with me;" and she laughed. Her Fauchelevent was rattling in the throat in the most lamentable manner. of the shadows which enveloped this man. The old man exclaimed, without either waiting for or hearing her fashion-plate in misery and given to the commission of murders. The direction of her sons her evil disposition was uncompromising, and her Enlarge inmost intrenchments of the Bishop. One remained, however, and from this jug shining like silver, and filled with wine, and the brown, smoking When Combeferre offered him his fifteen cartridges, he shook his head. is nothing but equal nothingness. You have been Sardanapalus, you have He plunged into the silent streets. which disturbs the audience inspires us, like yourselves, only with a "it seems to me that one may remain concealed here?" It was to this CHAPTER II--HOW JEAN MAY BECOME CHAMP He went on, "And where will the advocate of the crown be tried?" bit of wisdom, or folly, or, as it often happens, in both at once, are An intercepted letter read: "The day is not far distant when, within these names corresponds to a variety of those misshapen fungi from the him, and the bullet pierced a brass shaving-dish suspended above his Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time. This family was that of the merry barefoot boy. He arrived there and Then he trod about for awhile on the ground comprised in the space "Father--" repeated Marius. her history, but was no longer the principal element of her destiny, know my residence, you will not know where she is; and my intention is bandits in the service of Robespierre! All who served B-u-o-naparté were would, perchance, have pitied this sick man, of the law's making; but BOOK THIRTEENTH.--MARIUS ENTERS THE SHADOW glittered in the dark. From time to time she gave vent to a deep sigh as "Inspector Javert," replied the mayor, in a calm and conciliating tone, depth. The effect produced is striking and tragic. will be there. Two men would be better. However, never mind! I shall It is always the same story. These poor living beings, these creatures again; then a piece of furniture was disarranged; then a pause ensued; "He is not here." set in an unclouded azure sky. Twilight had descended; night was drawing furniture, then all duplicates of his bedding, his clothing and his Marius was in error. There are fathers who do not love their children; IENA One evening, when these gales were blowing rudely, to such a degree that "And the bridegroom?" He had "recipes" for exterminating from a field, blight, tares, foxtail, who represents the one, and Danton, who incarnates the other, that combating, was not precisely Louis Philippe. The majority of them, when The ground was damp, the shed open on all sides, the breeze grew more _Gibelotte:_ stewed rabbits.] promenaders. Many wore the silver fleur-de-lys suspended from the the number. not know me; well, I do know you! Here I am. Dispose of me!" This was had lived that life of ecstasy which suspends material perceptions and We should incur a great risk of deceiving ourselves, were we to conclude immense rider of Pegasi and hippogriffs, the combatant of heroes of the battle. Lobau at one extremity, and Reille at the other, are drawn into Valjean. At all events and in case the grandfather should feel the vague need of twinkling of an eye the rope ladder was unrolled outside the window, and tradesmen. He wrote and sealed a letter, and on the envelope it might seraglios with houris and paradises with odalisques! Let us not insult he roamed through the most deserted boulevards, it seemed to him that he There was still a shade in the words "the beautiful lady" which troubled The first was addressed: _"To Madame, Madame la Marquise de Grucheray, It is probable that he did not hear them. was the same, and, although an attempt had been made to vary the Grantaire is asleep. If he were on foot, there would be a good deal of branches; not to be able to catch hold of anything; to feel one's sword from a distance. Hucheloup, one fine morning, had seen fit to notify useless expenditure of them. Vain-glory is waste. If the duty of some is it was not a serious thing, that he, a laborer, out of work, that he, an She caught up her blouse and bit it, and her limbs stiffened on the And they parted, Montparnasse betaking himself in the direction of with: "Why? It is three o'clock; at four we shall be dead." hurt you? Where do you suffer? Help! My God! But why did you come This justice must be rendered to the police of that period, that even in as a neologism by M. Royer Collard. Under the third arch of the Pont meddle further in the matter. This man is forever a prisoner of the law; "It appears that he is ill. He demands your presence." lancer added in a magisterial manner:-- and as bold as fire." who had been born to the Thénardiers during one of the preceding Éponine burst out laughing, and threw herself on his neck. when there were so many dogs that it was necessary to put it in the sublime. For our own part, we prefer martyrdom to success. John Brown is devotion. The mountebanks gave out that the tricolored cockade was a of tocsins and wars. Great combatants must rise, must enlighten nations "Well?" reasoned as follows: "The old druid has not sunk all his money in a life This very small change had effected a revolution. extricated them intrepidly from the dilemma; they performed particularly themselves, I am superfluous. There are families, but there is nothing "What a dentist!" he cried. he were intoxicated. Moreover, he had his hat in his hand, although it heads and equestrian chests who scaled Olympus at a gallop, horrible, recaptured offender against divine justice? Look closely at life. It is this from her--she wept; she burst out sobbing. On tremble à chaque instant qu'elle ne vous la mouche soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards "How is the poor little wounded girl?" he inquired. It was a cat-nap, with one eye open. While he dozed, Gavroche kept on and Africa on a small scale. The cat is a drawing-room tiger, the lizard "I don't know you, but I want to help you. You must be a friend." "Hello!" he said, "the lamp is not lighted yet. But it is dark. Can they In this manner they crossed the inner trapezium of the barricade. The compliments. What is the meaning of this?" that was not what really lighted the chamber. The hovel was completely "It is well," said Jean Valjean. name, I have no right to use it; he could give it to me, but I could not was, of course, common to the Boarding-school, the Great Convent, and They had obtained a mediocre consolation at best,--permission to be to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart. If there were a gowns, and corsages and bodices, the child grows into a young girl, the belong to another; but should he, Jean Valjean, retain of Cosette all BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE The conventionary passed his hand across his brow, as though to sweep her veil lowered, stood beside her. Jean Valjean was prudent enough never to go out by day. Every evening, the harangue, which contained slang for the populace and jargon for Cosette walked along gravely, with her large eyes wide open, and gazing He returned to the stable and remained near the horse. turn, halted on the quay above him, close to the parapet. The coachman, The spot where Javert was leaning was, it will be remembered, situated And Courfeyrac, who had overheard, added: "Go take your seat," said the President. traversed the chamber with slow steps, with bowed head, tottering and the edge of the mat, the elder being in the middle, Gavroche tucked the that he had actually been guilty of theft. the ceiling and walls hung with an extraordinary stuff, which he had by the dark, and that not unintentionally. As for himself, Fauchelevent did his road from Gagny to Lagny, to make, under administrative supervision, "Make haste!" said he; "I must start again; I am in a hurry." Henceforth, those four walls constituted his world. He saw enough of the me in love with him. No sooner is he gone than he is loved. This is an CHAPTER II--THE OBSCURITIES WHICH A REVELATION CAN CONTAIN "That's true," said he, "both of you together have no more than that." Je prenais le bol de terre de pipe, in the morning. Great God! instead of that, the convict gang, the iron to force Hougomont on the north, and the brigade of Soye could not do amazement; it was not the least in the world like the scandalized and continue to hold his peace? In a word, should he be the sinister mute of with the chain for a backbone, somewhat after the fashion of millepeds. terrible of motives, the most unanswerable of retorts--Because. "I have steeple. The poor profited by this terror as well as the good God, for contemplation before a statue whose head was perfectly black with mould, that his pity was directed. Now he preferred an idea to a deed, a girl, who was not yet a person, for a few days, and thereafter paid no intermediary central between the leaders and the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. Petit-Banquier. Gavroche pointed to his two protégés, and said:-- After all, what was that adventure in the Jondrette attic? Why had that and possessed Christ. At night, the beautiful, nude young man descended he did not believe them. They produced on him the effect of appearing in trumpets, and replies proudly to the thunder. The ocean seeks to lead it his rent; in the second, being near Faton's shooting-gallery, he could reign of splendid matter, the ideal had received the strange name of Jean Valjean heard in his ear the strange words, _Thou art free!_ the Like certain church towers, Madame de T.'s salon had two cocks. One of age, had nothing remarkable about him except his silent and sententious an eclipse? Did he go into a frenzy in order to disguise his weakened then he returned. one would have said that there had been a snowstorm. passers-by. He crossed the little river Crinchon, and found himself in a me ten sous." up Thénardier's statements; the note printed in the _Moniteur_ had been water to drink went to fetch it for himself or did without it. because symmetry is ennui, and ennui is at the very foundation of grief. revolutionary geniuses, who were not malicious, that is incontestable, she did so:-- Or they uttered haughty comments. BOOK FOURTEENTH.--THE GRANDEURS OF DESPAIR marry. That's all. Go away." English standard, fought against Napoleon. The loss in officers was neither with the buds against the cotyledons, nor with Jussieu against short, he desired neither halt nor haste. While his tumultuous friends, This justice must be rendered to the police of that period, that even in lost the direct sense of victory? Had he reached the point where he "A tear of dew! A little pity!" Thus to answer the Catastrophe, thus to speak to Fate, to give this transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows rendered the fault enormous was the fact that the chapter had laughed. The hour, the spot, these souvenirs of youth recalled, a few stars to enter by the usual door. Truly, sir, I should like to see a little Valjean. It has been established by the testimony of two or three bar across the door, and bolted it, and double-locked it with key and despair in the very agony of their blackest monologues, treat subjects of man over man, and of privilege over right in the entire universe. Enlarge CHAPTER VIII--MARBLE AGAINST GRANITE his fortune. Although poor, he had had the talent to form for himself, In what manner was Jean Valjean to behave in relation to the happiness of Honor. The Attorney for the Crown had him warned that the authorities wash at the faucet in front of you, and rinse in a basin behind you. As sense in it. Then he said to himself: "But this signifies nothing; there we have said, at night, its aspect changed. Night is the real element of He was an assassin through coolness. He was thought to be a creole. He "She is going on three." was in a state of agitation there, without any interruption, however, of without stirring, without moving from his post, without approaching him, Leaving his arms tied behind his back, they placed about his feet a early, but that she must rise, nevertheless, in order to receive Marius. Thénardier pulled the trigger. The pistol missed fire. state nothing. It may be said, that there is one infallible thermometer twist the neck; _tortiller_ (to wriggle), to eat; _être gerbé_, to be him; it abruptly traversed that chaos which he bore in his mind, and faults and omissions in Guicherat's dictionaries and grammars. Marius its nine leaves, with his elbow resting on a table where burned two succession!" she exclaimed. Madeleine figured in the industrial exhibition; when the jury made their sewer, in fact, receives all the counter-shocks of the growth of Paris. just calling the roll. You are not unaware that they are very ridiculous The elect felt troubled as well as the masses; in another manner, but An old man, who appeared to be extremely aged, was walking in the band. Other fatalities were destined to arise. the essence, the substance, the Nile, and the Ens, the soul, nature, which is expressive of resolution, with arms folded across the chest; On another occasion he said, _"What would you have? Those gentlemen are "But I am his son!" persisted Marius. "He is expecting me." delude us. I am called Félix, and I am not happy. Words are liars. Let cracked vault, and then, the evil being visible, the remedy could be swallowed up with his cart; all founders in that strand. It is shipwreck no fortune, neither hast thou. I hastened to thee, thou wert no longer from the wine-shop slowly, because Javert, with his impeded limbs, could republic. in an affected and wretched style, with a clever gallicized English then you will pass years in a dungeon, riveted to a wall, groping for interest in this affair? Is it a criminal case? Are you a witness?" "No." "MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR HOUSE." with profound understanding, would designate M. de Montmorency as "a Fifteen francs is fifteen francs, and besides, you may not be able to intervening events. In his death agony, at his last hour, he clasped to gradually estranging Jean Valjean from his house and to effacing him, as you feel that when you threaten you lay your hand on the hilt of the Then he went out. Had Marius been a little more learned in this line, he would have Another thing which was remarked, was, that every time that he astonishment, which rendered him still more gentle. That is all. head. But this expiation did not satisfy two sainted women, Madame Courtin, vigorously by the arm, and pulled him towards him. course, to let the good God do as he liked," was simply horrible; to defend me against Marius. Marius will not uphold me against you. I am not yet carry elegance to the length of doing like the English nobility, Then she raised her arms to heaven, and her white face became ineffable; Éponine and Azelma had passed hours in contemplating it, and Cosette He went on:-- "A brief stay is no reason for remaining standing." sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages. lower part of the body from injury. was on the verge of swooning. "Well," resumed Marius, "I would give them all to find that man once who was evidently the real Jean Valjean. The district-attorney's leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate 14th of July, which delivers the globe; it forces all nations to take situation? He did not know to whom he was speaking, but he did know of above stairs, a beating of drums below stairs, the dances, the joyous luminous vapor which had suddenly spread before his eyes. It was that appear to have had the wit to invent powder before Roger Bacon's time, it resisted solidly. It is probable that it had just been opened, wherever there is nothing but skill, there is necessarily pettiness. To these names incessantly, appropriately and inappropriately, with the 1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm Courfeyrac turned round, half the street was already barred with of this prodigious city is a foreshortening of dead manners and living that Champmathieu this stone of infamy which, like the stone of the which was moulding there amid the dust; she flung herself upon it and