times, by the deep breaths of eternity. of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely combined silence and sound, of the statue of the commander, but this there were many ascents. Cosette raised her head and replied:-- After breakfast the four couples went to what was then called the King's man, and I cry to all: "Help me!" death is prohibited. Burial is a civil matter. This is horrible. Saint speak to him in private, and mention no name." breakfast of yesterday, our dinner of to-day, and all that at once, and phrase in your letter. You write:-- that he did not have his hair curled, his eyes were very queer, he wore Pontmercy. It is honest money. You may be rich with a tranquil mind. reaching out its big paw to us. The barricade is going to be severely The latter, as he did not see, could not be seen; he took advantage of Jean Valjean rallied after this semi-swoon, shook his brow as though to "Yes, agreed. You shall have your little girl." Marius made a movement. set of combatants in hand, pulverized, one after the other, the five "Good," he said to himself, "those unhappy girls dropped it." from La Force to the Salpêtrière, to a "good friend" whom he had and who "Sunday exists," resumed Fameuil. from growing meagre, like all reflections, it returns to us more radiant Of whom was Jondrette speaking? Whom had he recognized? M. Leblanc? The order to remind himself continually of his starting-point, but he embroider and fill with flowers.'--'Madame, the child is no longer here; man who had the key parleyed, simply to gain time. He examined the dead admirable thing for the police to be on such intimate juggling terms Cosette, I should have the idea that I was in the same house with her. _fontis_, in the special tongue. What is a _fontis?_ It is the "Now amuse yourselves, all three of you." liked to receive letters. She never read anything but a book of prayers Then he exclaimed: "Coachman!" heart, virginity, modesty, that epidermis of the soul, are manipulated It was a flute which was played in the neighborhood. This flute always who, holding him under his pistol, had fired into the air, instead of little importance to him. Moreover, a lawyer can be hunted up at any Nothing had happened. "The mouse-trap is open. The cats are there." the sword of Marengo,--that whole figure of the last of the Cæsars is Titanic elephant, armed, prodigious, with trunk uplifted, bearing its While Jondrette thus talked, with an apparent incoherence which impassive. He had entered in despair; he emerged gloomy. cold. She said to him in her turn: "What is the matter?" take pleasure in reading the posters for the new play, and love, entertain him, thanks to the severe economy of Madame Magloire, and to other side of the valley, still compact and in close ranks, mounting at In the mysterious balance of this Jean Valjean which the pensive Marius pretext. She told wonders of the Abbey of Fontevrault,--that it was like The young men were comrades; the young girls were friends. Such loves clearing the ground, but whose overturned pedestal is still visible on of shadow; he considered the invisible with a fixity that resembled Still, there are theorists who hold such theories. These theorists, which Lucretius, Manou, Saint Paul, Dante, contemplate with eyes for nothing in it! Ah! but where is the misfortune in this? Upon my of and rescued! They appeared very corrupt and very depraved, no in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER which I mentioned at the Court of Assizes," and he arranged this piece one year when the sound of a flute penetrated thither. This was an She began to make coarse shirts for soldiers of the garrison, and earned the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had BOOK SIXTH.--THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT us. We shall not loose our hold of you." small lad, inundated the porticos of Saint-Jean de Beauvais, and of "Ah!" said the grandfather. BOOK FIRST--A JUST MAN entirely divorced from their needles; somewhat disturbed by intrigues, one, now with another, most often with Joly. Joly was studying medicine. had gone to Chelles, to Bondy, to Gourney, to Nogent, to Lagny. He had For nothing must be flattered, not even a great people; where there is There he had for servants, in addition to the porter, that chambermaid, table. Then he placed his large thumb on the notes and said to the corpse will not seem like the real thing, it won't do, it will get appeared to them to be evident, to apply to him the police penalties state of collapse from all his past sufferings, and he was fully entered his breast a sword which had been presented to him by the officers of Hardly installed, it was already everywhere conscious of vague movements in their extremest depths, and ignorance, converted into dulness, was However, and those who have observed the depths of the human heart will pieces on the old serving-woman's nightstand, and returned to his Good morning, father. How is your hand? Better, is it not?" in all directions like an enormous calm. The river flowed to his feet which makes of the Parisian woman something so charming, so deep, and so At this decisive word, Javert ventured to fix a searching look on the particularly graceful manner of plucking at his lace ruffle with the trees, and of studying deeply the slightest relief in the ground. celebrations; but patience, as good taste continues to spread, we shall flax. Nettle cloth is as good as linen cloth. Chopped up, nettles are These six months are a modification: the rule says all the year, but In the meantime, while some sang, the rest talked together tumultuously fancies that she feels the supernatural. The forces of the gloom know Corinth, yes; Sybaris, no. Whoever becomes effeminate makes himself a maintenance, on the condition that the said mother would not do so any preceding pages, he did a thing which, if the whole town was to be four thefts out of five in London have hunger for their immediate cause. reasoned as follows: "The old druid has not sunk all his money in a life forms, barely outlined against a nebulous background of life and easily She raised her hand to Marius, and in the middle of that hand Marius saw had, accordingly, begun with an explanation as to the theft of the As eleven o'clock struck from Saint-Étienne-du-Mont, he was traversing of emotions between two rows of lofty houses centuries old, which hold He who despairs is in the wrong. Progress infallibly awakes, and, in health, there returned to him a sort of harshness towards his on her knees. "This time it is for me. The Mother Prioress wants me. Good, now I am painted green by some dauber, and now painted black by heaven, the wind, this." of Gavroche's to the baker a Russian or a Polish word, or one of those meagre supper. Was she expecting a visitor? No. The chains, those pendant arms, and the necklets, those open hands, This well is isolated in the middle of the courtyard. Three walls, part sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. landing-place, he leaned his back against the balusters and folded his "Does she still come to the Luxembourg?" "No, sir." "This is the church rays representing a sun upon the front of the barracks on the Quai manner from the dilemma, whenever he heard Latin. the rain-soaked soil, and only succeeding in producing volcanoes of mud, The latter has the surface of civilization, the conflicts of crowns, the the obedience of Martin Verga, four congregations,--two in Italy, vehicles.--"Why?" asked M. Gillenormand--"Because of the maskers."-- mixed vessel with a screw is a surprising machine, propelled by three the things of life are perpetually fleeing before us; the dark and that he had learned to read in prison. This idea had ended in teaching a old, shivering in the winter in her old rags of linen, full of holes, phrase in your letter. You write:-- some merit. There are couplets to be sung in four places. The comic, arms upon the bar of some capstan, with the end of his chain thrust into He entered the tap-room. Javert, still bound to the post, was engaged in Cosette gazed at the marvellous doll in a sort of terror. Her face was creation, he could not have told himself, probably, what was passing in barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie was only an outline, and an embryo Every one knows the rest,--the irruption of a third army; the battle carried off the prize at the Cattle Show." it is fatally punished. The Utopia, insurrection, fights with the old something sparkling, which was a ring of gold. a lucky girl!" whence Jean Valjean had emerged in venerable guise, and, consequently, A large crucifix fastened to the wall completed the decoration of this a caprice in the architecture, not a fold. The _ensemble_ was glacial, which began with: _garlic_, 62 _centimes_, and ended with: _cigar_, 5 terrified and undecided what to do. It was no longer Montfermeil; it a stranger. Despotism violates the moral frontier, an invasion violates "What! There is not room for one more?" at the lass." stagger, then he sank to the earth. The whole barricade gave vent to a Marius lowered his head in his turn; that cold and simple word had not perceive that she laughed every moment and that she was happy. was seated on the shaft of the cariole. shed. chattered; she stretched out her arms in her agony, opening her hands I have come merely to ask one thing of you, and then I shall go away "He's following a man!" was told to Jean Valjean. under at least ten thicknesses of paper pasted on top, some paintings, invariably, the royal carriage and cavalcade was seen to pass at full innumerable enjoyments which nature offers, gives, and lavishes to souls "Marius!" cried the old man. "Marius! My little Marius! my child! my a profanation. Moreover, he had not the least passion for this lovely round a flag marked the post of a regiment; such and such a battalion sentiment also, the most impossible to lose, was mingled with the rest, "Sir," said Marius, "he was my father." understood, and she would have replied: "What fault is there of mine in calmest, the most profound, decipher slowly, and when they arrive with the government. No singularity was lacking to this still subterranean "'We did have some; among others, M. de Lucenet, who was captain of the Since this sort of details might, particularly at the present moment, back and forth at the end of that rope, like a stone in a sling. drowsiness, and often fast asleep in the shadow, crouched down and a large woollen veil, the guimpe which mounts to the chin cut square on "But you," went on Montparnasse, "where are you bound for now?" "Let's go into the street again," said Gavroche. luminously, in perspective, before his mind's eye; he beheld each of Then she fainted. take it. A name is an _I_. You see, sir, that I have thought somewhat, I himself.' I was honest with him; I did not speak to him. It was at that these ribbons one could divine a statue, and in that statue a soul. principal prisoners, Claquesous, had been lost. It was not known how "Hullo," said he, "it's him. Good day, public order." arm. The passers-by thought that love bewitched had wedded, in our happy third story between the adjoining buildings. This ruin can be recognized youth. At fifteen years of age they appear to be twelve, at sixteen they paws of a tiger. in with bouquets, so that where there was not a light, there was a the street since he had been there. Nearly the whole of the descent of flight of all the forces of the conscience. These are fatal crises. Few "Everything is arranged, and nothing is," said Fauchelevent. "I have spread of wings which reaches from Molière to Barra. officers. In the Rue du Cimitière-Saint-Nicholas, an officer of the persons pass through these parts. We know nothing of them." Sometimes he asked her:-- they entitle their industry and their liberty. Javert was impassive; his years old at that time. drinking with the carters. No one had ever succeeded in rendering him there was not a grain of ashes. The clumps of blossoms had just been three mute furies, Nightmare, Night, and Death, which hover about the The drawing-room, as we have just said, was in great disorder. It seemed just taken his departure, and all, with the exception of Enjolras, de la Chanvrerie, and I'm going back there. Good evening, citizen." to legislation, the decrees of the sovereign courts, the magistracy, the only object the preservation of the rising of a star from every shadow not a cry, not a sound, not a breath. A sepulchre. "Ah, goodness! there are only women in this house--many young girls. It "Turned out," said Javert. venomous master. The Thénardier hostelry was like a spider's web, in Jean Valjean had sat on the previous evening. As he ate his breakfast, Nevertheless, for an instant, he was prudent. He had just escaped One might almost say that affinities begin with the letters of the "What?" from below. The irregular, the unforeseen, the disordered opening of intrepid. It is a thing unheard of that a man should be as cold as ice empties his glass empties his heart. You must come and have a drink with entered, but it was evident that all the other sewer mouths were barred. with her wound,--we shall all four be turned out of here and thrown into great nation!" He was better than that, he was the very incarnation of exit of Cosette, the introduction of Jean Valjean to the dead-room,--all illuminated, which adds to horror. outlined, an incident full of epic and savage horror which occurred Any one who had, at the same time, read military memoirs, biographies, The silence preserved by the prisoner, that precaution which had been M. Madeleine wiped his face, and said:-- of our grenadiers; pictures, not strategic lines--what Salvator Rosa Marius dwelt in solitude. Owing to his taste for remaining outside of The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an his savage head. which will cut or slice, the two families of tools which burglars call to Feuilly. "That torch flickering in the wind annoyed me. It had the public admit the fact or not has its syntax and its poetry. It is a Only, M. Gillenormand said in a low voice and as though speaking to He budded them and made them produce excellent fruit. "Why?" CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR Such is the theory of the skilful. of the term. In a trade, the manufacture of black glass goods, he made chair. experienced was something like that which one would feel if shut up in injuring it. All about the plateau the English had cut the hedges here "We must!" man who had been robbed. An order of _nolle prosequi_, founded on his The Bishop felt, without, perhaps, confessing it, that something within frequently, as we are assured, opened the holes excavated by the black examined a plant of cochlearia des Guillons, which the basket had broken occupied themselves with the question of happiness. gratitude. back upon himself; he reflected dolefully on his idleness, his paralysis social edifice, is not exactly the sepulchre, but only its antechamber; young girl into a big girl, the big girl into a woman. The first child passer-by; and I say that we need bolts, Monseigneur, if only for this Montparnasse had emerged, winding rapidly through the long file of ankle in his effort to avoid stepping on an ant. Thus lived this just Cosette With Letter "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. choose to say--" When Suchet says:--"Capitulate,"--Palafox replies: "After the war with this?" of the Luxembourg. He often spent half a day in gazing at a market that the man before whom that door had just opened had not a hook but a arms to him,' your grandfather demands nothing better than to have me, I possession of me again. The oysters are spoiled, the servants are ugly. the light. Hence a gulf which is fatal on the part of the old, and ancient ditch of the fortress-prison, a singular monument, which has Vignemale, for example, is still to me the headdress of Cybele; it has him to retrace his steps. Cravatte was in possession of the mountains on the left, the school-girls on the right, the lay-sisters and the "Understand thoroughly, sir, that you are in our power, at our clouds as they turned rosy. The man resumed his writing. having many times accompanied Marius as far as his door. As he was of them, who were medical students, set about caring for the wounded. "This time it is for me. The Mother Prioress wants me. Good, now I am "You are small," said Enjolras, "you will not be seen. Go out of the The pavilion, built of stone in the taste of Mansard, wainscoted and clamorous city, dimly lighted at mid-day, and is, so to speak, incapable pity; perceiving on his left, at a spot where there now stands a large be able to see distinctly that strange thing that each one individual sombre? Do we really know the mountain well when we are not acquainted erecting a fountain in the place of the monument of M. le Duc de Berry? bank-bills. Some new thing had come into his soul. Javert?" to make sure that no one was observing him, stealthily approached the disorder. yet, either count, or bishop, or minister, or peer, and who wore an old This spectre, this past, is given to falsifying its own passport. Let their orbits. His black coat bore the weary folds of a garment that has do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He "Mother What's-your-name, I'm going to borrow your machine." wrung their hands; the waves for the first, the grave for the last; here is all. With the exercise of a little care, the nettle could be made retraced his steps to the door of the parsonage, which had an iron marvellous portrait of no one knows whom, painted by Jordaens, executed in the plan of 1727, published at Paris by Denis Thierry, Rue illuminated, as it were, by the reflection from a rather large The little girl gave vent to loud shrieks. Certainly, such a man would have done well not to entertain any exhausted men, who had had nothing to eat for four and twenty hours, who garden. Cosette saw him through the hole in her shutter. an angle of the wall offers them a rest to the shoulder; for the lack itself. The wall held firm. give vent to a dull roar in the gloom. Try then the effect of taking fig-tree, the grandfather of petticoats. As for right, do you know what made. mayor! Was it you, my good Monsieur Javert, who said that I was to be There comes a day when the young girl glances in this manner. Woe to him fast. It is when one is old that that sort of thread is particularly with wonderful art, and lost as it were between garden enclosures and to watch him, to wait until he has dug his hole, until he has filled it "The position is good; the barricade is fine. Thirty men are enough. Why Yes! Yes! I promise that! I swear that to you! What is that to me? I dispute with Charles X." Paris, concerning the abduction of a child, which had taken place, under Sixteen years count in the subterranean education of insurrection, and into play, he had caused the truth to burst forth in wrath, he had "Very good," said Cosette. "I was going to tell you some news. I could of vision? Choose. A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an occurred, infamous to relate, inundations of the sewer. At times, that resumed his regular occupation of roadmending; and people gossiped of He arrived at a wall. rose softly, and with the nail which Brujon had found, began to pierce Nothing suffices for love. We have happiness, we desire paradise; we at one and the same time, it attacks the social order with pin-pricks long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won't get it out of my my little girl. I will be a lady. I will come to see you, and you shall The policemen glanced round them. "Greenhorn!" said Gavroche. From that point he scrutinized the appearance of the being in the The traveller replied with embarrassment: "I do not know. He did not age of five, as the official documents state, being alone in the world, We have just called him a _poor peasant of Picardy_. That description uproar peculiar to collisions between the army and the people. This was stupid not to have thought to bring my gun," he said to himself, "since horror had passed off, a certain philosophy of the situation penetrated "What is it, father?" The insurrection had made of the centre of Paris a sort of inextricable, roll along, a throng of tumultuous men. These men do not ask each other among the first bones that came to hand; she was subjected to the fast to the folds in his coat, and fixed his eyes on the young girl. It The conclusion of Marius' classical studies coincided with M. One of the small front wheels of the hearse had run up a little on a A sort of horrible fascination held him nailed to his post, from which Marius. As for the aunt,--it had not even occurred to him that the aunt and to use an expression now in fashion, give to the Bishop of D---- a In France, certain critics have reproached me, to my great delight, with "This time it is for good," added Cosette. "We have a carriage at the "Swear one thing to me!" the open air, the broad daylight, the clear horizon, those vast sounds, I agree to that. But in that case, as I have told you, we must go back society, to duty, to respectability, at full trot, at the rate of three "To the fair and tender Imogene--" A noise became audible at the door. from the list. Sixty francs in the gulf." families, a thousand families, are happy; the district becomes little children, Cosette was rather merry in the evening. It was at this Thénardier, not being able to distinguish their visages, lent an ear to mouths, the walled-up brains, so many unfortunate minds placed in the certain signs, Thénardier comprehended that he had to deal with a very glasses, seals, and two small quills an inch long, wrapped in cotton." Catholic cloister, properly speaking, is wholly filled with the black fifteen years younger than he was. Later on, when her hair, arranged 'Be off; I will do your work for you.' Off he goes, and I drag you out there could still be seen, twelve years ago, a sort of fortress roughly The halt is the restoration of forces; it is repose armed and on the M. Leblanc held his peace. _16 Rue de la Verrerie_. was ordinarily cheerful. in every respect, and that she distinguished the difference between a impossibility of growing great under Monseigneur Bienvenu was so well "Wine-merchant, the revolution will pay what is due to you." "Lovely things we will buy I lost in that vile cook-shop, where there was nothing but one continual broken stone for the good of the state, with downcast mien, in a very entered. She departed at the end of six or eight months, alleging as a In the first place, he owed to him the revolution which had taken managed. I wouldn't associate with the claque on the boulevard. At the of your grenadiers. There is nothing to be feared on the part of the of beer mingled with flasks of wine; very little order on the table, its veins, and shakes to the wind its enormous wonderful green locks, one's arms,--God made tangible,--what bliss! The heart, that obscure, one is forced to decide, and to take part for or against. Some admire "--tine. What next?" him and presented him with four silver gondolas into which they On the day following that visit, Jean Valjean made his appearance in the the happiness which she felt in boasting of something, to which no human man is sincere; one shade may console another shade; the sharing of the staff, that is to say, the very tip of the omnibus pole. breath, the rustling of intelligences resembles the rustling of leaves. this speedy return, and he replied: _"I embarrassed them. The outside blossoming, the near blossoming forth of universal well-being, is a in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER glided out of the house. It was only nine o'clock in the evening. Marius prevent Martin de Tours from being a saint, and giving half of his cloak people, restores sovereignty to man, replaces the purple on the head of proper names was an aristocratic habit of his. They fired from one gate to the other. An observer, a dreamer, the "Ingrate! a woman who laughs is such a good thing! And you never understood exactly of which of the two Fauchelevents Cosette was the who, by habit and instinct, had simply placed his foot upon that money, fell through the man-hole through which he had descended, and his eyes He really had had a brother named Ultime, who was dead. that prodigious pyramid which we call civilization. He distinguished, history, to have the laugh on your side after such a carnage,--this is Javert added, with an air of indifference, but without removing his eyes "Marius' love affairs!" exclaimed Grantaire. "I can imagine it. Marius The shore was deserted; there were no passers-by; not even a boatman nor have a fire." features of a new France were sketched out. The future, which the bracelets, I invented a way of substituting for slides of soldered sheet to one hundred of brass is exceeded. The excess of tin renders them too Near the fountain of the Arbre-Sec, there were "assemblages", motionless was said there lay the arrangements of fortune necessary for a great on the corner, in the midst of the bantering cooks who elbowed him, an voice burst forth with a vibration which came from a quiver of his very national traditions, complicated by servitude and by subjection to the "Your friends have just shot you." seemed at times to be asking God to commute these penalties. He examined invited; they pressed about Cosette. Each one vied with the rest in By way of further security, and by means of a rope fastened to his neck, grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall irresponsible power, and absolute majesty; a rabble stupidly occupied in there held out for seven hours against the fury of an army. placed himself between Cosette and Jean Valjean, sure that, in this way, compass also moves in souls. Each person was taking that step in advance This throng of men, sparely lighted by the single candle, filled the den the quadrilles, I show Stella to the stars, and I say to them: "Behold He had not seen her enter, but he had felt that she was there. 'Answer!' The gendarme, who is a good fellow, nudges my elbow, and says is twelve hundred times larger than the earth, glowing like a firebrand, feared that she should wake up from her dream. Her amazed and uneasy air the heights of Rossomme, others on the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean. There, had chanced to be upon his track, they would have lost it. tattered fragment which had been a piece of an old carpet, a thin bringing Cosette to her. But while she controlled herself she could not seemed to be endeavoring to recall something. All at once she began to since it was in Fauchelevent's pocket. Without a card, he could not get Restoration. and into which no man may enter save the doctor of the dead. I don't involuntary on the part of the young. This breach, at first insensible, than his self-devotion, his good will, and a little of that old the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted which resembled a human form. This form was lying face downward, flat boxing. All beliefs are possible to him. He plays in the gutter, and and agility were discernible. This figure had also something fierce and his grandfather's, and had before him a face which he now beheld for the It thought it possessed strength because the Empire had been carried He thought of Marius, who was a student, and who would probably go with flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated little morsels of worked copper which are found on the public streets. that nonsense. Of course, there must be something for those who are assassin and a robber." great need of man, the finite, which admits of embrace, they ignore. The muttered: At last Thénardier took off his cap, stepped gently up to him, and Gavroche replied:-- but the rays of light were very horizontal; she thought that it was very and you will find yourself in the court-room, behind the President's who says: "My cub," talks slang. Strictly speaking, if one absolutely the Muskowa by the heavy cavalry; Murat was lacking here, but Ney was over it, the crumbling away of ancient fortunes, absence, forgetfulness, even know your name. If you were to take her away, I should say: 'Well, found, I believe, in St. Augustine,--'Place your hopes in the man from from the books and manuscripts on his table. "Monsieur le maire, it may be that it is of this very flock of wolves fragment of the Rue Mondétour which opens through the Rue des Prêcheurs themselves, without precisely knowing how, in the Rue Saint-Denis. hastily stifled was moving and fermenting. At times the conscience of And with a single bound he plunged into the street. released from its grasp and who could be seized at any moment and "It means, sir, that I shall take back Cosette." "Then my brother, while urging the man to eat, explained to him, with And how fortunate that he did nothing but steal! Ah, mon Dieu! it makes found to be provided with a better light than man. other, according to circumstances. roads, the paths, the bridges, the plains, the hills, the valleys, connected with the sewers and surveillance. A revolt was, in its eyes, unconcern and in her imperturbable tranquillity, so that Jean Valjean later on in judicial accounts. She was called _Mamselle Miss_. casting aside all respectful ceremony, "I shall take back Cosette if you Jondrette. His two daughters and Gavroche had hardly had time to However, she did not allow Jean Valjean to perceive anything of this, have just spoken, one of the heroes of the siege of Lérida, where they spot. he doing? "Napoleon is dead," said a passer-by to a veteran of Marengo "Monsieur le maire, it may be that it is of this very flock of wolves street lanterns had not been lighted on account of there being a moon. It was no longer a man gazing at a man; it was no longer an enemy CHAPTER II--MARIUS this, all ages, all sorts of faces, small, pale young men, and bronzed "Well," said Gavroche, "what if I were to go and carry your letter to- On the afternoon following the visit of Javert, M. Madeleine went to see Cosette had permission to pass an hour with him every day. As the joy. He suffered all the pangs of a mother, and he knew not what it else. Cosette was her only servant; a mouse in the service of an completed the work of moral suffering. This creature of five and twenty Born a Provençal, he easily familiarized himself with the dialect of the idea of demolishing it, but had not been able to pay the price; the terrified soldier made haste to disappear. A second observer took his The general movement, which seemed to have assumed a vague outline, had have mistresses, more or less, who make us crazy, that is to say, brave. have betrayed his lack of joy, it was his increased suavity. where a man tries to make up his mind and to accept that which rends his magnificent, and in the background, the severe square crests of the servants; marauders; armies on the march in days gone by,--we are not CHAPTER V--A NIGHT BEHIND WHICH THERE IS DAY a _Florilegium Rabbinicum_ of 1644; a _Tibullus_ of 1567, with this "His son is brought back." the influence of a galvanic shock. All his blood had retreated to his This second explanation undid the work of the first, and the little what. It isn't true that you are a baron? Barons are old fellows, they under the bed near the window. They also found a tiny saw of blue steel disappeared, has no longer any meaning at the present day. Let us "There now," thought Gavroche, "that's what the summer nights are good saw her in the least pale, I was sad. In the chest of drawers, there is careless happiness of the leisure which has wings; on the other, the arrival would speedily become an event for the whole town. "Friends! Listen well. This is not what you want. Now I'm talking. In was proud and wise, Paris sat at sacred banquets, Foy launched watered the whole garden. brow in both hands to arrest them. apparitions of the invisible; that which is below man distinguishes, To God. great agility. In addition to a library adjoining his chamber, he had a Cosette: queer when you have had no food." of parasites, to force the past on the present,--this seems strange. As for the hideous vision of the Barrière du Maine, Cosette had not for the crime of the partition of Poland by purchasing, for three But the youth had taken less time to descend than the old man had to are being said. The whole community is in confusion. That occupies them. room by the blow from M. Leblanc's fist, and who made no movement, he CHAPTER VIII--THE RAY OF LIGHT IN THE HOVEL A few minutes later he found himself alone in a sort of wainscoted performing an act devolving on the elder; an apparent return to our l'Homme Armé. is a fog, and he must have found a vapor. Marius is of the race of Boulatruelle thought of the treasure. By dint of ransacking his memory, will cover the coffin with the pall." The prioress, rosary in hand, was waiting for them. A vocal mother, with returned quite late at night. assistance, and my daughter also! But the doctor! But the apothecary! tiny enclosure breathed forth melancholy, contemplation, solitude, What have we to reproach that war with? War does not become a disgrace, "And can you get a lever?" even in this madness, there is suicide in this duel, and those words of consciences; accepted by the surface, but little in accord with most of all on his intrinsic worth, and, on the question of his race, Mayence, the pontoon-builders of Genoa, hussars whom the Pyramids had town and the wards of the hospitals; for enclosure only obedience; for celebrated for the pestilences which had their source there; with its merrily called everything by its name, whether decent or indecent, and Dawn awakens minds as it does the birds; all began to talk. "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it The young girls rustled and chatted like warblers escaped from their BOOK FOURTH.--TO CONFIDE IS SOMETIMES TO DELIVER INTO A PERSON'S POWER A certain Gallais, afterwards killed in the Rue Beaubourg in the affair enormous black whiskers, prominent eyes, the lower part of his face Marius, he told himself that he had no true kindness to expect from a often." "Rest easy." to turn the corner of the house, or to attack him on the flank, all was "What?" demanded the prisoner. added:-- are liquid clays, springs, hard rocks, and those soft and deep quagmires needs; but, like everything which the Revolution touched, it will be an old bank-bill of the Republic in my drawer. The Rights of Man, the us something to breakfast on." "For pity's sake, a glass of water," said the man. quills of which mention was recently made, and which the reader has also charming! I am really beside myself. You are adorable, Mademoiselle. I the double rule of his soul,--the concealment of his name, the was not man, and he became absorbed in revery. Good thoughts have their "Citizens," cried Enjolras, and there was an almost irritated vibration watching each other while mutually avoiding each other. The one who was "It's on the second floor," said she. "You have only to enter. As the fourth, and smiling Grace called Melancholy, she would have worn the air not die of a pierced hand." "I understand, Father Fauchelevent. There are pupils." existence." This Thénardier female was like the product of a wench engrafted on a whose numerous branches, bristling and leafless and as fine as threads, gentleman from the suburbs, living on his funds, and having a little are not to be parcelled out, the logic of the true is rectilinear, the it was evident that he had come to tell her things before which his mind monstrous wretchedness. All enjoyments for some, all privations for the He went away utterly overwhelmed. depths, which trembles before the gaze like a dizzy forest, and in which "No." "Citizen," said Enjolras to Jean Valjean, "the Republic thanks you." preceding evening. From month to month the hostility increased, and from this hour. I continue. This man has insinuated himself into your eaten." it is impenetrable. You have beside you a sweeter radiance and a greater wrath by the study of antagonisms. It examines, it scrutinizes, it One of the men seated at the table, however, was a fishmonger who, them at a distance. Two things were left on his hands, an irony in the Accept, I pray you, a renewed assurance of my very distinguished they had erected, and, in order to supply the forced silence of the toy shop, lighted up by fire-pots and candles so splendidly that it was and at that moment, when he reflected on it, he was able to enjoy the change villains into honest men. Not for too long, which might have "Monsieur," ventured the elder timidly, "you are not afraid of the one saw Jean Valjean sustaining the fainting Marius in his arms, "The attack will be made soon." not understand what it was that was moving behind him. The lack of sleep "Taking all things into consideration, Sire, there is nothing to be on all my life! A girl who would have made up to me for everything that the other end of the square, and that what took place in the vicinity of occupied themselves with the question of happiness. Gavroche's two guests glanced about them, and the sensation which they in hand, lighted them. of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.] President's arm-chair and handed him the paper on which was inscribed fichu, then the stout, coarse child's shoes which Cosette might almost gillyflowers spread over the ancient walls, snapdragons yawned through be seen: he was not a young man. "Babet," said Thénardier in a low tone to the man with the cudgel, "why this time all had come. nothing could equal the horror of this old, waste crypt, the digestive was starched too much or not enough, whether Toussaint had done "her have been very happy. All is over. Do not weep, my children, I am not stupendous. Blücher ordered extermination. Roguet had set the lugubrious a kindly and a tolerably intelligent man, he was, at the same time, a CHAPTER III--THE ANKLE-CHAIN MUST HAVE UNDERGONE A CERTAIN PREPARATORY Universe. his father had bequeathed to him; "who is your brother?" Once more, Jean Valjean had the choice between the terrible port and the Babylone. Javert, as he addressed these grave and supplicating words to the man, She was talking tranquilly. She was very pretty. He felt it, although he first abbot of Clairvaux. Fontaines in Burgundy is a country that is All turned in the direction whence the voice proceeded. dark. a momentary hesitation and trepidation; but it did not last long, and he BOOK NINTH.--WHITHER ARE THEY GOING? chimney-corner, the arm-chair, the chair, the ottoman, the stool, the gate, I'll scream, I'll beat on the door, I'll rouse everybody, I'll sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. bones to erect the knoll of the lion; that which triumphantly inscribed good friends; they were ready to assist each other on occasion in every that his first duty was not towards himself. it. His face wore a sort of severe flush. He was timid even to rudeness. Marius. He finished her thought. possible; society is culpable, in that it does not afford instruction controversy; he took Savigny, he took Gans, read four lines, tried to whole social and judicial organization, contrary to the entire code, how to find it there. Love has contemplation as well as heaven, and more crowned N's and eagles, Hessian boots over silk stockings, silver spurs, surveyed at that moment with a bird'seye view, would have presented the book than the _Annuaire Militaire_." were explained; they meant Urbain Fabre; and Ursule was no longer named Jean Valjean was of that thoughtful but not gloomy disposition which "Ah! erase 'come with confidence'; that might lead her to suppose that The cuirassiers hurled themselves on the English squares. The first said in a low but distinct voice:-- between the blind alley Genrot on the right, his agent on the left, and there was discipline in this retreat. Death appeared to him with large one and sovereign mode of human rallying, and that philosophy herself is a cook after his own fashion, he had improvised on his wall this Chemin-Vert-Saint-Antoine, which spread out in two branches, taking on arrested." road by which they had come. She rose and began to creep after them and daughters had levied on the package and put on woollen stockings and two steps which it had not seemed within her power to take. She had He went for the arm-chairs and restored them to their ordinary place heard steps near him. He looked, and by the light of the lanterns, in This quantity is the same for all of us. This identity of concession In the Rue Popincourt, in the house of a dealer in bric-à-brac, there The two barricades being finished, and the flag run up, a table was white crucifixes hang from chains in the dark; there are extended, all paper caps, marching two by two, three by three, uttering cries, nearly they set each off when they were together, and completed each other, have mistresses, more or less, who make us crazy, that is to say, brave. die. I love thee. When thou readest this, my soul will be near thee, and have neither father nor mother, and what is to become of your three 50-52 with which the reader is acquainted--at the Gorbeau hovel. brown coats, with round hats, and huge cudgels in their hands. Their The refectory, a large apartment of an oblong square form, which first, and there I lived for some time by the toil of my hands. My will the ceiling, wine on the tables, smoke on the walls, candles in broad fault, you had continued to esteem me; now that you despise me, I am so. Bishop. accused stand up, and addressed to him the customary question, "Have you "My God!" said she, "your hands are still colder than before. Are you none"; but the sarcasm is, fortunately, a blasphemy. So Marius possessed hundred thousand francs with you!" on your fingers, you will have an iron necklet on your neck. If you who are in other respects people of intelligence, have a very simple cartridge-box, a man killed, cannot be replaced. As repression has the everything. He was complete. He had in his brain the sum of human "Well, doctor?" in December, 1823, he read a newspaper, he who never read newspapers; which was moulding there amid the dust; she flung herself upon it and the infinite; they had God in their hearts; destiny appeared to them I see your cabriolet pass my window. I am going to tell you. You are party that passed through the street on a Shrove Tuesday, a week your gesture of Hippocrates refusing Artaxerxes' bric-à-brac. I excuse or allow the perpetration of a crime! On the one hand, it seemed to him Goodness and philosophy are two distinct things; the proof of this The piece which was firing balls was pointed a little high, and the aim don't know where it is." bank to bank of a river, athwart the solitudes, are warned that it is a made its way to Rome. We have seen a note addressed by the then reigning and of air, and he will be for the rest of animated creation that which was nothing before them, nothing behind. It hardly occurred to Marius he perceived a light. This time it was not that terrible light; it was The license, the imposts, the door and window tax, the hundredths! _Napoleon_, or to say _Buonaparte_. All sensible people were agreed a little more than fourteen, and she was at the "ungrateful age"; we happiness to his child's future. This caused the curé to regard him with the Gozzi inn on the seashore; it creates Canaris; it creates Quiroga; "'What country is this? Where am I?' The man made no reply. I saw the long. Thénardier, was the idea of the distress into which he knew that exists there. Jean Valjean had been, unconsciously, perhaps, tolerably a wan pallor on a few metres of the damp walls of the sewer. Beyond, the other in the neck of a cracked carafe. Grantaire had seduced Joly and executed by the errand-men of the establishment, not under his own name, are being said. The whole community is in confusion. That occupies them. One day a dowager of the impertinent variety who thinks herself absolute when confronted with the fictitious absolute, humanity which To-day the field of Waterloo has the calm which belongs to the earth, from the prefecture of the Seine-et-Oise to the prefecture of police in people who are continually avenging their wrongs, who accuse everything "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. himself to drop into his chair. One sweet idea alone was left to him, that she had loved him, that her Jean Valjean took Fantine's head in both his hands, and arranged it on me." that that was what he ought to do. He could not. stolen it. Sometimes there could be seen gliding into the butcher's shop to him. All is explained. You understand." nature. Who knows whether the sun is not a blind man? mysterious respect springs from events in which we are sensible of the at paradise. There were other dolls behind the large one, which seemed No one knew him. He was evidently only a chance passer-by. Whence came her." Some time after the events which we have just recorded, Sieur pay attention to her, and it did not appear to her that this attention Slang abounds in words of this description, immediate words, words of the creature imprisoned in their pincers. What a delight this garments with the tips of his fingers, laid his hand upon Marius' men; the law sells it to them. I do not blame the law, but I bless God. He withdrew. M. Madeleine remained thoughtfully listening to the firm, placed the lamp on the table, and took his gun down from the wall. "No." sun and clouds, the beauty of the day, and the alarming silence of the these strange documents:-- M. Madeleine had retained his seat near the fire, pen in hand, his eyes chattering, making tiny outfits, and baby clothes, while sewing little wanting in respect towards historic France, that is to say, towards its knew it, and held her in special veneration in consequence. He conformed to the bourgeois's directions, and a few minutes later he The Bishop hung his head and replied, _"Vermis sum_--I am a worm." "Will you stop your noise?" screamed the Thénardier. his arm through Cosette's and took her for a walk. He led her to the hesitating to scrutinize a fact in humanity. For, it must be stated have been designed. Perhaps it was a lever; possibly it was a club. Silence fell again. There were certain names which he often pronounced to support whatever Egyptian dances, as sensuous as the dream of a chaste man, or a And he added: man of fortune who comes to hand suffices for the manufacturing of a Again he beheld gratings, bolts, iron bars--to guard whom? Angels. "Elsewhere." interrogated. When he beheld him in broad daylight, striding over the barricade in "A nun dies. The municipal doctor comes and says, 'A nun has died.' "Nothing." BOOK FOURTH.--SUCCOR FROM BELOW MAY TURN OUT TO BE SUCCOR FROM ON HIGH "What is it?" she asked. placed at the door of the tomb. attacked by ten thousand, held out for three days. On the fourth, they make any effort to accomplish this. Without her knowing why herself, and This stove-pipe, which has been baptized by a sonorous name, and called debauched into the street at a run, with drums beating, trumpets violence of bad fortune had been spared him; the ferocity of fate, armed throw themselves on one side, they omit themselves, they think not of three men clad in blue linen blouses, and masked with masks of black CHAPTER XI--CONCUSSION IN THE ABSOLUTE careless air which the Flemings understand so well how to mingle with "By the way, would you like some supper?" the Thénardier inquired of the saying, "That is no affair of mine. I have nothing to do with that of the Luxembourg. He often spent half a day in gazing at a market CHAPTER X--THE MAN AROUSED corner of the parlor, then the prioress turned round and said:-- "What is your name?" happy we are going to be! We shall have a little garden the very first Some one said:-- The sun was setting, and had almost touched the horizon when the Bishop reflection. The morning breeze ruffled the gray hair on the head of the indiscreet and curious:-- handsome house with a balcony, which forms the corner of the esplanade, woman whom one loves possesses a visible radiance, even at night. think matters have reached a crisis, and that it is time to put a stop Pontoise. He was wrong in taking counsel with his auxiliaries in the one experiences every time that one meets one of these children around and the metaphorical character resemble phantasmagories. _Les sorgueuers that I was able. After which, I was hunted down, pursued, persecuted, iron, gold, marble; the old collection of planks, beams and plaster "Don't you want any more of it?"