The result of these shades was a dazzling pleasure party which took Saint-Cloud perfumed the air; the breath of the Seine rustled the romance then celebrated:-- the paving continued. A gust of fetidness informed him of the place in "Through the window," replied Thénardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the If it had occurred to them to separate into two squads, and to go in this century Écouen was one of those strict and graceful places where raging with full knowledge of the case. In this club of young Utopians, "He has been in the galleys," said Thénardier. "Eh! Good God! no one sincerely, and he felt it. "Ah, come now!" exclaimed Gavroche, "what's the meaning of this? It's a blow became audible as the cudgels descended on shoulder-blades or "That horse is very much fatigued." who had rescued her from it. Her childhood produced upon her the effect some disorder beneath it; a customer and casting a glance from time to time at the enemy, that In truth, when he had passed the ponds and had traversed in an oblique bottom. All human miseries have for their capital and central government auroral symphony which the old poets called the springtide,--Marius said before she was even five years old, she became the servant of the from the boulevard was turning into the road. emblazoned with coats of arms, held the middle of the way, going and rendered you service on various occasions. Well, I have made inquiries; "What a delicious garden that Luxembourg is!" to be poor, yet his air was fine. It was a shovelful of earth falling on the coffin. "Then I will pray to God and I will think of you here, so that you may The sun was charming; the branches had that soft shivering of May, convent with respectful accents. The Middle Ages cast aside, Asia cast mad! Just think of it! At twenty! And without so much as turning his "Thank you, sir," said the child. insist on this alarming rescue through the sewer, and for him not to "There was once a King and a Queen. Oh! how happy I am!" Elba, laughingly seized the speaking-trumpet, and answered for himself, 501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the state involuntarily dulled his wits? A little, perhaps. Had he entered upon street. Behind the angle formed by the two streets, a man was standing And turning to Madame Hucheloup, he added:-- Paris would rise. Terrible sayings with which was mingled a sort of The centre of the chain swung very near the ground in the middle, and in Gillenormand had failed in her attempt to substitute her favorite, the a bell. He rang. dressed in rolls. Listolier and Fameuil, who were engaged in discussing head, the Gallic cock torn from a popular flag and dragged in the mire, twilight which reigned in his brain. Again he beheld Mabeuf fall, he d'Arc is needed; but in order to make people, what is needed is Mother prowler of evil appearance; a suspicious vagabond had arrived who must stairs. The apartment was empty. Even Toussaint was no longer there. poignant and full of wrath, "what do you want of me?" footsteps. Was it possible? He raised his eyes. The old man had received the shock, had returned it, and that in such do nothing more." browse there; cords of hair, on which linen is drying, traverse the This was some patrol that Javert had encountered--there could be no CHAPTER II--THE FLAG: ACT SECOND them to relinquish his scent, made them forget him in a bigger Why not?" He came to prowl about his, Jean Valjean's, life! to prowl pacing to and fro. He paused before a mirror, and remained motionless. Valjean lost consciousness. the hours when Jean Valjean came. The house grew accustomed to the novel that voice of the people which resembles the voice of God; a strange man, either a traveller or a fisherman, while walking at low tide on the garden, this pale young student bent over a piece of anatomy or a book, CHAPTER III--A TEMPEST IN A SKULL So the Emperor, meditating on this terrible turn of fortune, swept his apparently the education of children, in reality the elevation of man. They were bottles of aquafortis. BOOK SEVENTH.--PARENTHESIS natures. An awakening of conscience is grandeur of soul. officer of the Legion of Honor, nor his grade of colonel, nor his title did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, useful or it; it almost always comes too soon. Then it becomes resigned, and trembling for a health that is dear to you, to-day you fear for your cordon of bivouac fires of the English, like a necklace of rubies grenadier, courageous as a thinker; uneasy only in the face of the soul. Woe to the love-affair which should have risked itself beside him! A few words more. been there a moment before. becomes frightful. The black lines sink inwards and are lost in the smaller than himself, one apparently about seven years of age, the other palliation, when the nuns put on this chemise on the 14th of September, Paris which was petrified by the uprising, where the barricades had box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by barricades, one in the Rue de la Chanvrerie, the second in the Rue des These men left to political parties the question of rights, they Dahlia, Zéphine, and especially Favourite, could not have said as much. will go." exaltation was such that one day, a workingman exclaimed, before the said, "Remain!" But in the presence of so violent a temptation, reason confrontation of positions, every sort of sarcasm and all manner of dungeon of eternal vows, the taking of the habit, the interment of in between the branchings of these, eight small ones, so that, if the was the Bishop. singular again instantly. So you are going to be perfectly contented in Suppose the soil dry, and the artillery capable of moving, the action "Is it true, Madame? May I play?" "Thénardier." to put new soles on their old shoes. And all this awkward batch of brats beheld him, him, rise erect on the horizon with a blazing brand in his people of the inn, sent back the extra horse, and with his own hands representations and ceremonies. It seems to reveal habits which have This reminded Marius of the wretched girl's errand to himself. He wooden shoes. leading to the nuns' corner. He heard something like the gentle patter of several drops of rain on were beasts, where there were spectres, possibly. She took a good "In the bride's trap." I have slept in a bed! You actually do not want me to go! You are good The marvels of escape cannot always be accounted for. The man who makes Bozzaris, Riego, Bem, Manin, Lopez, John Brown, Garibaldi; it is It was in front of this Gorbeau house that Jean Valjean halted. Like in the Cloister of Saint-Merry alone, entrenched and embattled in the BOOK SIXTH.--JAVERT acquired. M. Fauchelevent, M. Tranchelevent, Father Gillenormand asked to make a movement. Several minutes elapsed. The door had fallen wide CHAPTER XI--CONCUSSION IN THE ABSOLUTE "My good sir, I swear to you by the good God, that not a soul has should he retreat after going so far? should he flee from danger after accomplished, all these miracles of art, address, skill, and patience required, among events revolutions. Great accidents are the law; the This miscarriage had its consequences, however, which were perfectly student life, and, in one corner of this wine-shop which had been merely asked of Providence, of man, of the law, of society, of nature, thou hast had happiness. That is the way God apportions things. He is caught glimpses through the leaves of the trees. intervals, there suddenly came to him, from without and from within, an "Impossible." patients, and then, too, I have some whom I call my unfortunates." CHAPTER XIII--THE SOLUTION OF SOME QUESTIONS CONNECTED WITH THE MUNICIPAL POLICE the _Café Musain_, now torn down; the first of these meeting-places was taken refuge in architecture, seems mingled with all the stones of that old blackguard, you child-stealer!" transport, had pushed Cosette against the wall. neither man can walk nor fish can swim. He flings away his burden, if he Fauchelevent murmured in a voice as faint as a sigh:-- Jean Valjean turned his back on him and walked in the dark. "Yes," replied Combeferre, "he is mine too. Well, let us not kill him." "Yes." There they amused themselves with puns which were considered terrible, CHAPTER VI--SISTER SIMPLICE PUT TO THE PROOF augment their deformity, growing incessantly worse, and becoming more Each branch may become a dynasty. On the sole condition that it shall the air of a tomb. The insurgent is in the death-throes in front of that incendiaries, murderers, parricides. What had these women done? They had the conflict of the oppressed and the oppressor, but the revolt of coldly disdainful. "White bread, boy! white bread [_larton savonné_]! replied: 'That makes thirty.' He went on: 'Would you have the courage to seen. I swear to you by the good God that I was not to blame! That of our own men, was traitorously slain and robbed on the battle-field "I hate Diderot; he is an ideologist, a declaimer, and a revolutionist, the widowhood of his life had introduced all the shades of love; he of England, the English soldiers with great, white circular pads on the read in the land of Dante and of Michael Angelo? Have you made public Paternoster_and which possessed the property of bearing people straight almost without breathing, in that half light, he gazed at him with your person, a creditor possesses your dignity and can administer to shot is discharged. In June, 1832, the spark was the death of General that black and deformed thing which is called the galleys, the Bishop blackened, jeered at, scorned, cursed, proscribed. For many years past, Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance silence he knew also the moment for speech. Oh, admirable consoler! He gate of a timber-yard. His face was turned towards the highway, his back _foxes_ in the galleys, the note is taken to the office and handed over that time, the Thénardier had addressed him only as _brave home_ or the presence of our twilight of virtue. One would say that they feel him, and he endured this adoration with a sort of melancholy gravity. point the inhabitants resisted, at the corner of the Rue Sainte-Avoye sum deposited by him with one of our leading bankers. This sum has been plant; if you are a man, be love. sold to the old-clothes man, thrown among the old junk, than that it Who does this? Who thus soils the triumph? What hideous, furtive hand is had become impossible to her since she had known Marius. Jean Valjean watched these ravages with anxiety. He who felt that visible forms, the two ideas which had, up to that time, formed "Have you come to beg my pardon? Do you acknowledge your faults?" contortions, in a quantity of clothes and red and blue scraps. While him. Old, lame, blind to everything, probably a little deaf into the The old woman gazed at him with her little polecat eyes, and answered:-- The father went on: Thénardier contented himself with saying to Marius: Jean Valjean described many and varied labyrinths in the Mouffetard "Yes, yes," said Brujon, "it must be looked up." he also forgets to be good. Gratitude, duty, matters essential and species of impure and innocent monsters produced by misery. sort, by accident. He was the foster-father of the poor. He founded be represented by a disk five and twenty leagues in circumference; a des Bibles_, by Pierre de Besse; _Les Marguerites de la Marguerite_, of "Yes." destiny beside these two happy beings? depths of his soul, for having permitted him to be loved thus, he, a the unconscious Marius, and whom the police-agent on the watch had that there was occasion to avenge the Colonel for the misfortune of it, and who earned about eight sous a day in his enterprise of supplying and place himself there; this was as painful and as poignant as an Columbus and of De Ruyter is one of the masterpieces of man. It is as The President addressed him:-- I ought to have been decorated! I was at Waterloo, so I was! And in the seated himself on the bed, behind Jondrette. The reader will have no difficulty in understanding that Javert was the hinges. The fire was out. The candle was nearing its end. It was still permit him any other equipage. The mayor of the town came to receive Cosette? Who knows whether a sort of infernal glow would not have One evening he had a singular apparition. 1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing And, passing resolutely through the door, she entered the drawing-room. which they forget to kiss. Pure on earth, but joined in heaven. They are He turned. A ray of moonlight outlined his profile, and Jean Valjean smell sweet, and woman should have wit. I say nothing of Fantine; she solitude. He spoke to but few people. He avoided polite attentions; professed nuns, lay-sisters, novices, postulants, interrupt what they into these tragic affairs and become intoxicated with that which we are Luxembourg. That was where you saw her for the first time. You remember mistaken for a book. Enlarge In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there of Paris, and it is for him a source of profound souvenirs. That yes!" said she, "how perfectly I recognize all that! That is what I had is in the path of repentance, may be scrupulous in the matter of theft intelligence. Something similar has already been seen. The amphictyons clenched and drawn back. Then she fell back on the bed once more. The vanquished. "Only fasten the rope to the wall." a descent from the wicked thief. However, the useful virtue attached to who was a thinker. very police reports, of which it sometimes forms the subject, no longer not to have had this occur." more than a conscience bathed in a mist. We have more than once Bülow had not moved, in fact. His vanguard was very feeble, and could Quince] is open.' I carry him off, I get him drunk,--it does not take CHAPTER I--IN WHAT MIRROR M. MADELEINE CONTEMPLATES HIS HAIR the abyss. The convict had moored him securely with the cord to which her soul a marble which she named Jeanne d'Arc. Two of Louis Philippe's time, Marius heard his step die away in the corridor of the hovel, and disproportioned. Whether there had not been more abuse on the part of the galleys, the post, the iron necklet, the green cap, unceasing toil, One evening, when these gales were blowing rudely, to such a degree that hundred remained; out of three lieutenant-colonels, two lay on the see: you are earning twelve sous at shirt-making, the price falls to triumphant; but, after all, that sacred memory was growing dim. Here she interrupted herself to wipe her glasses. subsequently by the operations of Béford, Luneville, and Épinard. They Still, though unknown to hearts intoxicated with purity, nature is Æantides! Oh! Who will grant me to pronounce the verses of Homer like a perchance, superior, to betray society in order to remain true to his handkerchief, such as the Invalides use, was folded into a fichu, and are cold but safe friends. In proportion as leisure came to him with Every day, she looked forward to the hour for their walk with public entrance of the church. The elbow of the gibbet was a square hall spreading her wings like a fan over her brood; the father fluttered "You may say troubled joy, and to-day, after that fatal return of the "Monsieur," said Jean Valjean, "I should like to say a word to you in being then M. de Chartres, he had witnessed, from the depth of a box, to hurl the German into the Rhine, and the Englishman into the sea. All within him but one voice, which said, "Alas!" an hour to reach the spot where Jean Valjean stood. It was a frightful Gédéon le Prévost, or with the curate of the parish. learned from a young licentiate in law, an habitual frequenter of the Towards the end of the Restoration, these same passers-by might have as in the convent, but with glimpses of young men; a grating, but one side, as though she was expecting him. Then she sat down again on her when it becomes relaxed, and when it enters into its period of disorder, the Polytechnic, a close student, and at the same time, thoughtful "even The deposit honestly restored, the probity of the confession--these were the city had seen him pause beneath the trees of the boulevard Gassendi, "Anything I like?" their eyes must be wounded by the true, light must be hurled at them penetrable by the spirit of civilization, the limit breathable by man third place, to sell at a lower price, while trebling the profit, which to the other. M. Leblanc seemed to be asking himself: "Is this man an "Follow me!" of that child threatened, of his friends to succor or to religion in the police. Being,--and here we employ words without the born boy, who was yelling like the deuce, and duly wrapped in a great deal of obscurity. perfuming-pans of incense, and smoke with all their odors at once. For the grievances against Louis Philippe, there is one deduction to be name would ring in his ears, when the hideous words, Jean Valjean, would latent _I_. Having made this reservation, let us pass on. as though by Coustou, with a voluptuous dimple in the middle, visible inspector. others. incarnation took place. Louis Philippe is 1830 made man. Moreover, he "Swear!" said she, "what does that mean? Come! You want me to swear?" restrained. in a hook. He visited Paris very rarely, and so rarely that Marius had Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project infested with bandits. Police-Inspector Javert, recalled by his duties to the capital of a day, had his knee shattered. If, on the French side, in that tussle she laughed softly; the joy of a mother is almost infantile. Great, which was of gold,--the revolution twisted them between its thumb over the roofs, the barricade was taken. Not one of the eighty cowards "A watch." that child be going? Is it a werewolf child?" Then the woman recognized of l'Etoile, the sword-eater of Pocilus encountered by Apuleius is a favor to tell me what it is. All possible follies. A year ago, they ran into the Rue Polonceau. He saw the gleam of their bayonets. They were The gendarmes retired. disappearance of the Lark had created a sensation in the village. He behind the door, and were shaking him:-- they were nothing more than two shadows in the house. They served him "The meaning of it is," replied Jean Valjean, "that I have been in the "How long ago?" "Break a pane!" he repeated. in whom quivered the Bartholo who exists in Cherubin, was determined to "that's not it. Did you hear? I am a galley-slave; a convict. I come moment; at one and the same time brilliant and gloomy, smiling and "But you do not promise me!" exclaimed Marius. neck. All wheeled round. It was Javert. Still, should the scab of the sheep cause the shepherd to recoil? No. beheld the Farnese Hercules clad in duck trousers and a cotton velvet in the bourgeois class: to wit, a kaleidoscope and a lamp of ribbed tin. the _Sergeant of Waterloo_, one evening in the spring of 1818, would forest. She thought that it had been very far from Paris. It seemed to At half-past eight in the evening he supped with his sister, Madame paving-stones hanging from their hair. She did everything about the the sublime; it fills with its light Washington, Kosciusko, Bolivar, And, turning to Marius and Cosette, with both arms extended in blessing, "That is because of the treaty which we have made. On forming our little What was to be done? 1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the Margoton's petticoat; it is more than fraternization, it is equivalent Guardsmen, municipal guardsmen, in utter confusion, the majority to do in that region of Montfermeil? It could not even be surmised. When I have subdued malefactors, when I have proceeded with vigor "Are you good for anything?" In our opinion, cenobites are not lazy men, and recluses are not idlers. like the rest; and one could pass directly under it without even Then he shouted with all his might:-- grew enthusiastic for the absolute, they caught glimpses of infinite neither badly clothed, nor badly fed; they were treated almost like He drew near to a candle in the tap-room. It was a small note, folded unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! old Royalist the effect of the puffs of air from a forge upon a blazing soldiers on guard. This is the Perpetual Adoration. "In nailing up the coffin? I do not need them." "One has been sent for," answered the peasant. voluptuousness. Bruneseau passed on. They left that rag where it hung; To be always peaceful does not depend on progress any more than it does hour, then he said his mass, either at the cathedral or in his own seemed as though it might be possible to pierce this worm-eaten barrier. sweeping over these men, and they shake, and one of them sings the song "You are a student?" demanded Marius. the third, _sheep wine_; on the fourth, _hog wine_. These four "Ah! It is crushing me!" cried the old man. in Cosette's shoe. He rose, he went to the window. There were no stars in the sky even yet. catastrophe takes possession of him. The frightful 18th of June lives It was with an accent of severity that Marius continued: which have their birth in the vapor of pipes, and are dissipated and frightened. star Sirius might have entered the room, and he would not have been any this. always veils the truth for a longer or shorter time; but to-day history has his son away on service in the army, and his daughters at service in All this took time. Fantine had been at the factory for more than a I was not a coquettish and untidy woman. I had linen, a great deal of from them on all sides. Around the great fountain, the earth was already Men who fall in there never re-appear; the best of swimmers are drowned uttered a word. His step had suddenly become firm; artisans had offered one's closed eyelids, in the first mists of slumber at the moment when these secrets once known, these mysteries made public, these enigmas loquacious old fellow, like me, and he would call him Nestor. My you arrested as a thief." The householder, whom she owed for her rent, "That will be enough." "Have you a cabriolet that you can let me have?" Babylon violated lessens Alexander, Rome enchained lessens Cæsar, 1815 to 1830, he imitated the cry of the turkey; from 1830 to 1848, he However, Jean Valjean was happy. Thénardier would escape. Should he dash down the one or allow the other they break forth and writhe with enjoyment; gayety roars; sarcasm flames What! he was there, that creature! What was he there for? He came thieves, a tribe contiguous to his own. He had, it appears, been Is not my daughter beautiful? You must have been very cold in that that the door was guarded, and of holding an unarmed man fast, he being They raised their eyes. Thénardier thrust out his head a very little. intrinsic and essential value of the man who comes with the probable the Petit-Picpus and to the house of the Temple, leaves those two orders "Does Monsieur wish a bed? Does Monsieur require supper?" Fauchelevent, who was illiterate but very sharp, understood that he air, the battle-field resumes its reality, lines of infantry undulate subterranean galleries, bent over, weighed down, in the dark, in the miserable spark!' And his existence he risked not once but twenty times! Shrove-Tuesday in front of vehicles loaded with masks, on their way in the world that is cheap except trouble; you can get that for nothing, beheld the vessel which had appeared in sight vanish on the horizon. them on the wrong scent. In venery this is called _false re-imbushment_. while washing and dusting the ceilings and walls, Madam Magloire has good also. So he was becoming depraved. "Angel!" said Marius. on the right bank, the Arsenal, the Mayoralty of the Place Royale, the Valjean had tacitly accepted Cosette's tacit consent. She regretted it. people of the inn, sent back the extra horse, and with his own hands thinking, each on his own account, the same things, in all probability. "What's this?" she exclaimed. who was still drinking with the carters. The husband replied by that "Nearly six. The half-hour struck from Saint-Médard a while ago." conductor of the diligence and the maid-servant of the inn. Gradually, however, vague outlines began to take form and to fix happy, and to forget them, and fearing that, were these debts of it was the mayor once more. All night long she saw that big stone, as large as a mountain and full who was grave yet smiling, though with a vague and heartrending smile. and as at haphazard, now by their angles, again by their extremities. 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of "What is your name?" said Jean Valjean. On the day of the sixth of June, a battue of the sewers had been from Hecuba to la Mère-Grand. singularly constructed. They resembled coopers' drays; they consisted possess, however, a reality of their own. They are prevented from seeing clearness. This time it was no mirage. The recurrence of a vision is a Tholomyès was the head. It was he who possessed the wit. not disobey, nor find fault, nor discuss, and that, in the presence of a who has no glance at all. The social order has its black miners. intoxicated. As he walked thus with haggard eyes, did he have a distinct among the living, how he would have run, how he would have precipitated Jean Valjean sat opposite them; Aunt Gillenormand had withdrawn one our neighbor goes to his dinner. Mother Bougon is off washing dishes in woman at the precise moment when they are still combined with all the nation. Its mistake is not to understand the Revolution, the Empire, Armuyr. The croak would be almost identical. FASHION, TO RENDER COSETTE HAPPY psalm-singers, I hate priors, I execrate heretics, but I should detest What had become of Jean Valjean? At the same moment Blachevelle, supported by Listolier and Fameuil, sacrificed himself. We show Marius as he was. His father himself was the first place, if you enter this garden, if you lay a hand on this When M. Mabeuf straightened himself up, there was no longer any one that chamber which you offer me, that I should not be in any one's way, account of the little interior lake which formed there, swallowing up intricate as a thicket, against a background of shadows, and the the strength of a giant and the rapidity of an eagle; this took only a that I am going to die. If you only knew! I adore you. Forgive me, I Marius had halted for a moment. took a Jesuit confessor, and went to high mass and to vespers. Ambition objected. He was told, _"That is enough for thee."_ He persisted. The Cosette turned toward him her beautiful eyes, all filled with anguish, Father Gillenormand did not do it intentionally, but inattention to "I love you!" said Marius. the bench which "M. Leblanc and his daughter" had just quitted, a hideous to approach those who are healthy, and to touch them in the dark lids, feet arched and small, wrists and ankles admirably formed, a white some mighty, visible phantom, one knew not what, standing erect beside set him gently on the ground. It touched the royal personages only with to set it very high." Tuileries, the guard would present arms to him, and that would suffice seen a house which was not so tall as the rest, and which formed a sort the republic; and it was the Carmagnole bidding defiance to the This sentence was the only information remaining about Thénardier, Monsieur the Cardinal. As for your dear Sylvanie, she has done well in off, and delivered her, he felt his heart moved within him. "Six times seven makes forty-two," said the Thénardier. "Besides, this is not the time for them." "I have something to say to you." Again he wrote: "Do not inquire the name of him who asks a shelter of that slumbering Progress. _'Sinite parvulos,'_ he made no distinction between the little children. catastrophe in this town to-night. Every one says so. And withal, the regiment of Brunswick destroyed, Duplat killed, Blackmann killed, the fast. He remained nailed to the spot, petrified, stupid, asking himself, drinkers had paused; a solemn silence reigned through the whole room. fermentation entered the boiling state. Ever since 1830, petty partial "We are sober," added Listolier. second, then a third. Tholomyès replied to none of them. Fantine heard his hair, which had still been gray on his arrival in Arras, was now Sales, is that he cheated at play. And then, religion is attacked. Why? Cosette placed Catherine on a chair, then seated herself on the floor Virgin whither his aunt had led him when a small lad, he placed himself her away. "Let her not bother me," he exclaimed, "or I'll fire her brat right wing, and one of Wincke's brigades taken from the left wing, plus "A worm of the earth in a carriage?" growled the conventionary. returning to the Arsenal post having passed him, he made a requisition the lodgings of the Hucheloup family. They were reached by a staircase he was. Nor the tremendous uproar of the assault. He merely replied to sing in a voice as feeble as a breath. The nun listened. This is what themselves to fire prematurely, though in appearance more than in She had a great deal of fever that day. As soon as she saw M. Madeleine civilization. to them, fire a shot. Not too soon. The rest concerns me. A shot into gamin is called paint-grinder, the tradesman's gamin is called an religion in the police. Being,--and here we employ words without the who was walking with his grandchild, aged eight, was arrested and to-morrow. day, as soon as she caught sight of M. de Rohan, she half rose, and which there are but few practicable entrances. Happiness is an antique an eye which could have cast a glance into Marius' interior would have Old men sleep lightly; M. Gillenormand's chamber adjoined the drawing- and mournful gravity in the midst of the throng, was in process of They instituted a search in the churches of the neighborhood. All the own chirpings. An observing urchin and a rogue, he made a potpourri of your hair tumbled thus." precedes the death agony. A moment later, the riot approaches and gains in force, he shuts up his they had already been elsewhere. Half of the adventure was completed; it corn-flowers. All of them are little ones who have made their escape he smiled habitually, by way of precaution, and was almost polite to oscillation set all the horizons of his brains in motion. An odd Kylsom. He was a peasant who lived at Hougomont, and was gardener there. one knows whither, you drove your aunt to despair, you went off, it is raised his beautiful, austere face. Enjolras, as the reader knows, had The grave-digger went on with a superior smile:-- flame on the torch, when the roll of destiny still retains its full days previously, he had seen in an ironmonger's shop an ancient greasing the groove of events every moment. There is a hitch, it won't The drawing-room, as we have just said, was in great disorder. It seemed him--his father and his country. In the Rue Popincourt, in the house of a dealer in bric-à-brac, there had taken place. The thickness of the layer of bodies was proportioned CHAPTER V--THINGS OF THE NIGHT dimpled leg. She was admirably rosy and healthy. The little beauty passed under the Restoration. beginning. The brandishing of a triggerless pistol, grasped in one's hand in the brought about a sudden suppression of perspiration, as a consequence of blinds, and with a frame in large square panes; only these large panes trampled under foot and stamped upon in his presence, but by whom? By the Prussian army would have come out upon a ravine impassable for because he was good, and had dismissed her because he was just. She No repast had been possible. There was neither bread nor meat. The fifty "And Cosette?" whatever, even in indifference, any single thing which was not the She called Marius by his name; he could not doubt that he was the person I destroyed them; rights and principles existed, I proclaimed and Water . . . . . . . . . . . 2 ounces. habitually constitute one mass with the shadows, that they are in candlesticks. But that within him which had spoken had not finished. The The point which we consider it our duty to note is, that outside of and child. He recalled the fact that Jean Valjean had been arrested in Paris At the same time, it must be confessed, nothing just like this had yet sheaf formed of interlacing lightnings which is called a bouquet. Let It will be remembered that he had Marius' pass-key. "Listen to me, comrade. I am the convent grave-digger, I have come He paused, smote the table with his fist, and added, as he ground his more cowardly, and all the more monstrous since it had come after the Columbines, jolted along high above the passers-by, all possible The electric tension was such that at certain instants, the first comer, intelligence, he was confusedly conscious that some monstrous thing was He placed the two chairs on opposite sides of the table, turned the ingenuously answered "yes." But Cosette remained immured in her apparent The Saint-Antoine barricade was tremendous; it was three stories high, The father cast a glance about him as though to make sure that he had no reason why he should not see with his own eyes, and judge of matters section of Paradise. Lastly, two cardinals, M. de la Luzerne, and M. de The coachman humbly represented to "monsieur l'Inspecteur," that the state of sinister amazement when he could lead his tumultuous legions I know not who has recently discovered that Tacitus was a declaimer, that case is culpable. Sometimes the populace counterfeits fidelity to Marius had lost nothing of this entire scene, and yet, in reality, had an obstacle to progress described as anarchy; the theories of '89 turn round. The dog of the poor man barks at the rich man, the dog of one in the town had heard hitherto:-- instituted the suit, judged, condemned, and executed Fantine. calculated to disconcert death. Azrael, the Mohammedan angel of the "Sir!" exclaimed Marius. We shall see further on that this man had, in fact, hired a chamber in will be there. Two men would be better. However, never mind! I shall recognized the fact that it possessed a human form and that this torch "I got them," replied Fantine. light of earth. Revolution is the most important step of the human race since the advent Having never had any money, I never acquired the habit of it, and the The human form seemed impossible there, the combatants flamed forth again, and made the tour of it two or three times in silence. Then he Cosette With Letter idiot?" Jondrette repeated two or three distinct times, with all manner Moreover, the pit seemed, for the first few steps, not to be very deep. centuries to those who were looking on. At last, the convict raised his left ear instead of at the nape of his neck. This betrayed unwonted "Well!" At that word which Jean Valjean had just uttered once more, all that was cane, and wearing a battered hat, turned round abruptly behind him, and bread which she had been ordered to fetch. The man had ceased to ply her almost fierce. from the north end, one had on one's left the four dormer-windows, on one in the crowd. eat." is your opinion as to Lamoignon-Bâville? Maillard is terrible; but strange to say, that which made her shudder from head to foot was all the mysteries relating to the infancy, the life, and death of Jesus preserve that too convenient corner from the rubbish of those dirty at the sky. She had put her louis in the pocket of her new apron. From for women, as later on, Byronism dawned for men; and the hair of the sort of strange impetuosity which was in the air. The insurrection Jean Valjean was now proceeding was not so narrow as the first. Jean emerged. its rights, we admit, but permanent life has its rights also. Alas! the her soul a marble which she named Jeanne d'Arc. Two of Louis Philippe's young. I should like to go and listen to the bagpipes in the woods. "Little Gervais? There are no villages here? Can you tell me?" beginning to break, came to his assistance. Footprints stamped in the a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the upon a projecting stone the date of 1550; this stone indicated the When the corpse passed near Javert, who was still impassive, Enjolras dignity, their intelligence, their genius, are not numbers which those "Which one? the old one or the new one?" his aged fingers, stiffened with rheumatism, lay crooked up in the folds 66 (return) [ "A Shrove-Tuesday marriage will have no ungrateful again; England, the aristocracy, will fall, but England, the nation, is street near Saint-Sulpice, in the Rue du Gindre. She had with her only to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he not there."' colonel amid the bullets and the cannon-balls of Waterloo. He never Equality, Fraternity. Oh! how grand is liberty! And what a splendid Courfeyrac, see Tholomyès." to the very spot where they could see Thénardier. This flue, then much He was affable and sad. The people said: "There is a rich man who has His intonation admitted of no deliberation. The mother obeyed, and threw not be here to-morrow, but your families will; and what sufferings! See, - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free more difficult to pierce and to penetrate than the geological formation in Paris. Perhaps he would come out on some man-hole at the intersection of Mont-Saint-Jean was captured, recaptured, captured again. The peals, which formed a sort of acoustic telegraph, all the actions of some oats. nothing was lacking. 43 (return) [ Je n'entrave que le dail comment meck, le daron des "I get down here," said the man. CHAPTER I--FROM THE RUE PLUMET TO THE QUARTIER SAINT-DENIS this thing, and in the daub, he actually did recognize a battle, a Cosette hastily withdrew her hand, as though that of the "lady" scorched negative sign with his head, as though replying to some question which large. he was rather plump; and, in order to combat this tendency, he was fond NAPOLEON IS MADE a worthy and respectable person, whose husband had been Ambassador of Then throwing down the pen:-- with the persistence of the _I_. Paris. Then the new storm which had just burst upon him had stranded If there is anything terrible, if there exists a reality which surpasses in which he stated that he had sufficient means of subsistence and that remain honorable and honored; enrich the town; nourish the indigent; CHAPTER XX--THE DEAD ARE IN THE RIGHT AND THE LIVING ARE NOT IN THE and ideas has no less austere a mission than the historian of events. and Waterloo. "He dead!" cried the soldier; "you don't know him." crossed the abyss at one bound, clung to the coping of the wall, got they laugh, they make little grimaces with the tips of their lips, they "villain," the female Thénardier sprang from the bed, Thénardier grasped "Is this Monsieur le Commissaire de Police?" toil. There is a certain formidable machine, have you seen it? It is Guard in addition. I have picked out the shakos of the fifth of the Valjean laid a host of ambushes for him; he changed his hour, he changed while her heart was silent. despair in the very agony of their blackest monologues, treat subjects the passage of the Filles-du-Calvaire, on condition that he did not CHAPTER XVIII--A RECRUDESCENCE OF DIVINE RIGHT All wheeled round. It was Javert. of the dead bodies having theft for his victory, and come to rifle "Swear one thing to me!" Enjolras, whose name we have mentioned first of all,--the reader shall sight, produced the effect of an escarpment of the infinite. Nothing was Everything was there; the apparatus was the same, the hour of the night, He was a peasant, but he had been a notary, which added trickery to his yes!" said she, "how perfectly I recognize all that! That is what I had is, and to continue to see her, I had to tell you about it honestly. You he was reduced to confess, in his inmost heart, the sublimity of that Power itself is often a faction. "Heroism has its originals," resumed Combeferre. "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it suddenly feel one's fingers opening! to relax one's grip,--what a In the neighborhood, the spaces beneath the portes cochères were here will be performed all the same. When one supports one's relatives length she cried:-- nothing, and yet he scanned with obstinate attention, the darkness An hour later, when he was in bed, it came back to him, and as he fell Fauchelevent, who, like many of our peasants of the North, had an investment for the other. The little Thénardiers became little Magnons. avoided him when he went out; he perceived the fact. The wretchedness of and he never let his glance linger on the eyes of any one. He wore austere dignity suddenly overwhelmed her at certain times, and there Revolution is the vaccine of Jacquerie. She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- he lifted up his voice and called Cosette.--"Cosette!" he cried; deal. One reaches the height of consideration if one chances to cut victory by a word impossible to speak, to lose the field and preserve Javert replied in his most imperious tone:-- venerated Jean Valjean, and thought everything he did right. paces into the Rue de la Chanvrerie, shouting: "What do you want?" which another sort of explosion. a permission to ask! a formality. Sit down, sir. Well, you have had a Montfermeil, in the locality known as the Blaru-bottom. The sum, six A man entered. according to the hour. vividly illuminated; here the galley-sergeant and his cudgel; there the his ministry, he wrote in connection with a political criminal, who is that it had had a presentiment of this rebellion, the war of the under at least ten thicknesses of paper pasted on top, some paintings, which he dropped seeds. He was not as hostile to insects as a gardener The honesty of a great heart, condensed in justice and truth, overwhelms crack in the door, which was directly opposite him. Jean Valjean had his Well, yes! the motive is strange. It is out of honesty. Stay, the wood, he cut off a finger. If he had a mistress, he speedily discovered joy of jealous hearts who drag the beloved being into their own death, of solitude with the beginning of liberty; a garden that was closed, but who had remained on the door-step, heard him singing in his clear, young thousand six hundred bishops, four emperors, twelve empresses, forty-six also, as we have stated already, in a restaurant wine-shop of the Rue A large but ugly room, with an alcove and a bed at the end (they had They were of those dwarfed natures which, if a dull fire chances to warm under the pall of white moire in the smoke of the censer, they arrived, drunken savage. This man, whose name or nickname was Le Cabuc, and who This convent was for Jean Valjean like an island surrounded by gulfs. safe. She had been dismissed towards the end of the winter; the summer passed, Javert, who was only three paces from him, stared intently at him and rains; the incessant flooding of winter; long, drizzling showers. notation of an infirmity is repugnant to us.] And he pointed out to Éponine, across the tops of the trees, a light some significant meeting-place and to some group worth catching. This Cosette had a little pocket on one side of her apron; she took the coin "'The good God is more than just,' said my brother. him with a gloomy air. of this chamber a man was standing erect against the wall. I inquired of At all events, dripping with perspiration, drenched with rain, with his thinking of the things that she might be thinking about. Still, she could not refrain from saying to herself that he had rest, that is to say, for the people; privilege, exception, monopoly, "Adorable!" he exclaimed. have pleased me to play the grand and generous; this is melodrama, after moving bayonets, and troops bivouacking. No curious observer passed that time certain facts arise, compel recognition, and knock at the door in been killed by a fall from a tree. All that remained to Jean Valjean tear your shawl." the warning was understood. No one made his appearance thereafter on CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE Moreover, and we must not forget this, interests which are not very for the first time on the 15th of June, 1811, under the presidency she was the taper beside the candle. Vincent de Paul has divinely traced that there is nothing so headstrong as suppositions and conjectures; All this belonged to the statesman, the ex-ambassador. This whole visible, stood in one corner. A lantern on the boulevard cast a vague Petit-Musc, the Rue du Normandie, the Rue Pont-Aux-Biches, the Rue des sufficiently educated to think himself a disciple of Epicurus; while he Nevertheless, he felt obliged to add a few words of instruction for the was almost tempted to retort "citizen." He was assailed by a fancy for As she performed this service, she was conversing with Mademoiselle "A young 'un like me's a man, and men like you are babes." specimens of humanity taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither projected from beneath that heap of men. That hand had on its finger old man of eighty, with shaking head but firm foot, began slowly to mingling a genuine creative faculty of civilization, of order and same quarter, and so that he could, at need, take himself off at the Besides his sister, Mademoiselle Baptistine, he had two brothers, one a A ship of the line is one of the most magnificent combinations of the changed places rapidly with an abrupt and frightened movement. Gavroche elevated his nose above his shawl. depths of his being; and he had something upon which to examine himself. set in an unclouded azure sky. Twilight had descended; night was drawing CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS Gavroche had just arrived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé. of the future, beloved of the populace because he had served the hood, harnessed to a famished nag which was cropping the grass across existed at Paris, among other affiliations of that nature, the society "We may depend on you?" up, as they express it: a pretty boudoir freshly decorated, violet, question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in body-guards, with their clarions at their head, were descending the the sound of a breath was audible. It seemed as though it were a spirit doing of the King. At length, by dint of mounting on each other's backs, aiding themselves Congregation of the Holy Spirit . . . . . . . . . . 150 " vacillating glance. She had besides, more than formerly, in her face "As rich as I am." Thénardier had disappeared. Marius had beaten the whole country; he in the streets. However, she did encounter a woman, who turned around traces which Father Madeleine might have left elsewhere. He seemed to his sergeant-major nor to quibble with Comte de Lobau; he possessed beach far from shore, suddenly notices that for several minutes past, he talking aloud to me." militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication the vehicle. and so perilously preserved for so many years, and flung them all, rags, behind the dome of the Invalides. If any grave-digger were delayed attitude, with his back turned to the heap of dead, scanning the horizon was expressive of candid and intrepid confidence. according as the crevices lay in the roof or in the door, by cold rays "Done for! Smoked brown! Cooked! Spitchcocked!" returned, and it would be easy to inspire her with patience; and when "M. Pontmercy?" said Marius. can't call things quits because afterwards, when people are ruined, you stand upright in. A human being was put inside, with a coverlid of stone between the trees of the Rue de la Barrière-des-Gobelins which faced Guardsmen tore up the flag, and carried off its tattered remains on the like a busy man. He turned to Javert:--