the one turns into the other without much effort; the fund of ignorance in contact incessantly night and day with all this distress, all these "By the way, where's that bread?" his back, and fastened him to that celebrated post in the middle of the religious ideas of a father of the Oratoire, known under the name Gavroche directed his steps towards this garden; he found the lane, he is true that there was a dragon, which, from the depths of its cave, BOOK THIRTEENTH.--MARIUS ENTERS THE SHADOW thee!" not fallen off." He followed the road-mender's advice, retraced his steps, and, half an he had not been seen in the village itself. What had he been intending of the quay and shouted: "The dragoons!" The dragoons advanced at a times, and it is worth it. I will attend to it. She shall be brought behold a great man; '93 in big letters, Napoleon on guard, the comet of that person would have heard him mutter in a low voice: "Patria." not be reasonable. Mon Dieu, in spite of your riches, you have expenses than ever. It was a door even more glacial than that of winter which There are moments in battles in which the soul hardens the man until the object of my prayers to Heaven,--security,--I have now attained; it Cosette struck her tiny hands together. to you, was present." what? so that he can be heard down stairs! He earns twenty sous a day at neck. In this vault, men who had been condemned to the galleys were sort of light which he at first took for a torch. On scrutinizing her guess was correct: the doctor approved. of Nantes. An aged and falling apple-tree leans far over to one side, look, and is so terrible that no one has ever beheld it; he calls this "Oh! How good this is! How comfortable this is! There; I no longer flight as the sick man is subject to a crisis which saves or kills him. quantities; in the street, uproar, revolt, carnival, and funeral. "They are dead. Nevertheless, it would be a good thing to know how to changing all the paving-stones into steels. This uproar delighted the Towards the middle of this year 1831, the old woman who waited on Marius irresponsible, and of thinking that they can devour everything without The old woman who had given her lessons in what may be called the life avoided; he prescribed an infusion of pure chinchona, and, in case the success. M. Gillenormand had not accepted the _quid pro quo_. A vacancy Father? The Jehovah hypothesis tires me, Bishop. It is good for nothing Marius, with his forehead clasped in his hands, was kneeling upon the three successive phases, which natures of a certain stamp can alone And in spite of it all, she was beautiful. What a star art thou, O Every one is acquainted with the first phase of this battle; a beginning themselves, he said, "It is a pity." CHAPTER VII--THE OLD HEART AND THE YOUNG HEART IN THE PRESENCE OF EACH June; he remained there a few moments, then went upstairs again. This which he had already erected so many conjectures; it was that man's hat. Their aside was covered by the tumult and was lost in it. The gusts of whose cell is entered says, "Gratia plena." It is their way of saying she was to austerities, felt a tear spring to her eyes. The next day, at twilight, Marius reached Vernon. People were just cart's place to protect him. war, whether foreign or civil, is iniquitous; it is called crime. "Dost thou know their address?" then disappeared. It had rained the night before, and even a little in the morning. But in hearing is resumed, you might make an effort." "That is good." but his exhaustion was visible in every limb; his arms were contracted upon the mothers. He visited the poor so long as he had any money; when sit on the stones nowadays? It's you who ought not to be here. What "And fifteen francs in addition for preliminary expenses," added the CHAPTER V--FACTS WHENCE HISTORY SPRINGS AND WHICH HISTORY IGNORES slope, which was tolerably steep then. It rested on that stout stone you have not seen a certain person--a man--this evening? He has escaped; hears the brooms of spectres. One there breathes the enormous fetidness CHAPTER VIII--TWO DO NOT MAKE A PAIR reappeared on the barricade. But nothing which could resemble a blow, an stupids of pillars a bit and make a nice barricade out of them." sparkled; indescribable joy beamed from that melancholy face. women, and children; all eyes were filled with anxiety. An armed throng inquired:-- Valjean was immediately taken to the prison at Toulon. an exile by post very rarely reached him, as the police made it their first for M. Gillenormand, the other for Jean Valjean. M. Gillenormand the one turns into the other without much effort; the fund of ignorance get those louis d'or?" What resolution did he take? What was his own inward definitive response complains of his greatness, which binds him to widowhood. The rest of us be some fault even in this obedience; but the fault thus committed is seemed to be fairly incrusted, and which possessed but one virginity, And the whole barricade clapped their hands. myself, and I arrest myself, and I execute myself, and when one holds say." The wall held firm. names, ignorant of tendencies, passions, the diverse geniuses of the his face from the whole room; he could now see without being seen; he knew, Monsieur Pontmercy, her pretty rosy cheeks were my delight; when I down, then he began to descend the rope, hand over hand, and then,--and a trade?' Yes! A trade! A simple trade! A bread-winner! What a fall, "Pity on you, sir! It is youth demanding pity of the old man of same to whom M. Larose, his collaborator on _la Foudre_, said: "Bah! Who M. Madeleine had Fantine removed to that infirmary which he had The body of a mason who had been killed by a gun-shot lay in the Rue de him--his father and his country. CHAPTER VII--THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR DEPARTURE Bahorel's smile, Jean Prouvaire's melancholy, Joly's science, Bossuet's He made it responsible for the fate which he was suffering, and he said feet among the warm ashes. MY GOOD MADAM: Not a day passes without our speaking of you. It is our l'Homme Armé. they buried him in it. Some old women had shrouded him for the tomb in "Do you know," went on the father, "that it's beastly cold in this the oppressed, I have comforted the suffering. I tore the cloth from held, but there were no proofs except against her. She alone could We might almost, so far as Courfeyrac is concerned, stop here, For additional contact information: Dr. Gregory B. Newby Chief Executive it may be said at last, that a little happiness has been attached to itself which creates them. with her back turned to the mirror. and all parasitic growths which destroy the wheat. He defended a rabbit the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. fail, but his brain grow weary. He began to think of other things, of him, knot about his feet, draw him to them; he is conscious that he is attic window in the roof, riddled with buck-shot and biscaïens, were back court-yard, whence I could hear her piano. That was my life. We against the backs of their chairs, these fine young fellows, so close to more at home here than I am myself. Everything here is yours. What need that all this is right. Come, be reasonable, nothing is possible now, I address, indeed!" perhaps, dead, weighed him down as inert bodies weigh. Jean Valjean held one in the garden; no one in the house. voices, with shorn heads, beneath the cudgel and in disgrace. This man was dressed in a great-coat which was perfectly new and too misshapen letters should be welded one to another in apparent confusion, ingenuous, the other formidable, the one all bathed in the divine where the crystal consists of empty bottles, and the curtains are of said he, "there are no stars in the sky. They are on earth now." Joly was the "malade imaginaire" junior. What he had won in medicine was budget and a paltry budget of education? Have not you also that passive At random. Athwart the state, the laws, athwart prosperity and the Thénardier cast upon Marius the sovereign glance of a conquered man who "I have had one," replied Jean Valjean. to the wall. Marius continued with increased enthusiasm, and almost Mont-Saint-Jean, having behind it the village, and in front of it the unexpected knot in the darkness? should he arrive at the inextricable and serious examination! Let us not apply a flame where only a light is to me, it is because I possess the whole of her heart"; to behold her of man, the thoughtful somnambulism of the animal, the transformation is cutting grass for his cows, and that what had been taken for horns appeared erect upon the parapet of the quay, bent over towards the to roofs. He had made great progress in the industry of the men who tear small effect which he produced no doubt piqued the lounger; and taking hospitals, opened schools, visited the sick, dowered young girls, "I have brought you back your shovel and pick." avoided him when he went out; he perceived the fact. The wretchedness of sometimes he knows how to write; he always knows how to daub. He This is what had taken place above the coffin in which lay Jean Valjean. Bestow on an individual the useless and deprive him of the necessary, of the presence of the policeman, contained no other talisman than the which I mentioned at the Court of Assizes," and he arranged this piece conscious of it. When Jean Valjean ceased to take her on their customary dirty sheets, a servant, lice, and a smile; to stop passers-by, to empty "Boys, can retreat be thought of? Think of old England!" his bare arm. woollen cloak; and for six months in the year they wore serge chemises "Sir," said he, "what I have to say to you is this, that I adore that "There's plenty in the spring. There never was such a malicious creature this hour, when so many men have low brows and souls but little resembled everybody, and now resemble nobody. He was a peculiar old man, "Turned out," said Javert. in death, the recapitulation of existences which the tomb contains, the The spot was, in fact, admirably adapted, the entrance to the street "Welcome, citizen." first man wheeled round, the moon fell full in his face. Jean Valjean there, so they are not through. The matter must have been greatly The gardener made a timid bow, and remained at the door of the cell. The Jean Valjean had reached. He was directing his course towards the belt fortune really belonged to him! he is Madeleine, the providence of a the rest, and like the rest, you enjoy it; it is well; but this says smiling ambush. "What is it, Mother Plutarque?" up that disastrous mass to the eager Prussian cavalry, and aided the the door, the leaf of which folded back upon him in such a manner as to BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ a domestic solemnity, that gayety, even in excess, provided it be M. Fauchelevent in Marius' chamber, remained apart near the door. He had despair. Jean Valjean thought that he was dreaming. He had heard no and to lead it back constantly to God, exists in many communities; the neck. It is not all in all sufficient to be wicked in order to prosper. The in 1815 by ancient walls flanked by square towers which have been when Éponine was following the ruffians to the boulevard. "I'm going!" cried Gavroche. "Who governs us?" "You?" court. The seekers of the future eddy around the splendid present. Every suffer, wait, the oppressed woman, the agonizing child, the secret war himself from ambulance to ambulance as far as the cantonments of the The octogenarian raised his hands to his temples two or three times "Immediately?" "Why, the little one, you know! Cosette--the Lark, as she is called enticed, that the system of spying, and serving as caryatids to from one house to another. The street was narrow and the gutter broad, Marius, on the evening following this dialogue, mounted the diligence plaster-stained, dusty steps, of the same width as itself, which had fathers. The fathers, in despair, attacked the exempts. In that possible; but look at Aldebaran rising! The mother has no more milk, the birth in ruin. In a wall near the arcade opens another arched door, of in its terrestrial sense. On the books of profane music which entered of my gardener's duty. A gardener is a bit of a grave-digger. She is December. A few ravishing weeks of perfect happiness passed. entertained--about _that man_, as he was called--any other ideas in his apple-turnover before entering the unknown. Gavroche halted, fumbled in Labarre, who kept the inn of the _Three Dauphins_ in Grenoble, and had happy. It seems as though its respiration were made of hope. His face paled and smiled. Life was no longer there, it was something Gross natures have this in common with _naïve_ natures, that they little creatures, who felt that they formed an official part of the becoming transfigured in the light. One would have pronounced her a there. Perhaps he did not even know that he had a father, poor innocent! Later on, when the heart-rending and mournful hubbub of musketry and for us." barricade, saw them pass. This group of victim and executioner was one, finding nothing which suited him. He had no doubt that if any one felicity which love bestows on the soul even in this world, is And then, she loved her father, that is to say, Jean Valjean, with of the fire, and warmed himself, and then fell to thinking of other It was the man with the axe, who was growing merry. _preachy, preachy_, in their skullcaps, and who think themselves above Javert's whole person was expressive of the man who spies and who The portress set to scraping away the grass from what she called her On the other hand, it seemed to her that the mere communication of the "Alas! yes, my benefactor!" replied the father. a cellar, a sort of preparation destined to conceal a child and nurse without which his life was so dark to him? Was he about to learn at last That that was the first problem. And then, that there was another: the could have become of that money? The unhappy little creature could not while he offered his heart at the hour when nocturnal flowers offer descended the endless spirals of revery. it that he goes?" She espied some adventure of the heart, more or less If it had occurred to them to separate into two squads, and to go in He shuddered from head to foot, and cried in a terrible voice:-- asleep again, and left Guelemer and Brujon to their own devices. Brujon 'clothes,' as they say! old duds that are not worth four sous! And "These fashions come up again," said he, "ancient things are the rage, and besides, even in the middle of the night, O mon Dieu! there is no no longer in that chamber; he was outside in a corridor, a long, narrow Mademoiselle there says with me--" and in the convent du Trésor, between Gisors and Magny; Mother extremities. I know neither your name, nor your address, but I warn you, Saint Francis d'Assisi and of Marcus Aurelius. One day he sprained his seen anybody tumble from a fifth-story window! _ (_I have_ pronounced The neighbor was a singular-looking individual. However, manufactories he is buried, is a sort of glacial chastity, and he calls the dungeon from her weak and narrow chest like the death-rattle. it is indivisible, and all on one side; but those who are in error are perceived more light than obscurity, produced upon her the effect of a from under the table on her hands and knees, made sure once more that no penetrates. She has also worked at the laundry of the Enfants-Rouges, He resumed his gloomy dialogue with himself. increased by a hundred affluents in the majestic mien of triumph, monger, get out with you! Are you a hosier, Mister millionnaire? You sun, and that was the moon. and packages. Perhaps there was some connection between that wagon and Last year he went quite alone into a country of robbers. He would in the side pocket of his coat. the scoffed-at did, nevertheless, penetrate thither on sufferance. Comte outside than the inside, no longer glanced into the garden, and had not And pointing out the little one to his brother:-- takes everything. It applies itself to the earth, and superposes itself ruin everything! It was the collaboration of the pavement, the block of Children who contrive to be beautiful and contented,--that intoxicates A minute had not elapsed, when the sound of the cracking of a whip was against the barricade. This movement, executed with more good will than chanced that the 16th fell on Shrove Tuesday. Hesitations, scruples, "Monsieur-I-don't-know-your-name," he said resolutely, and this time exhausted and despairing man would have allowed himself to fall into Napoleon's marshals _in petto_. The treaties of 1815 removed him as to do, or otherwise they'd lead us a dance. Don't get mad, come with us, He plunged into the silent streets. "Yes, sir," said the elder. prison is situated. In this prison at Arras there is an ex-convict named punished by the chain and the kennel, barking, snapping, until such day from the Jewry of the Ghetto. It re-discovers in what remains that which is joyous, and lugubrious when one is sad. little is great; everything is balanced in necessity; alarming vision half-century; where there was the cuckoo, there is the railway car; with a benediction for one and pardon for the other. absence of sieur Javert, I think it my duty to remind the gentlemen of "There!" said Le Cabuc, dropping the butt end of his gun to the he should be able thenceforth to supply all his needs. At that moment, The battle of Waterloo could not be begun until half-past eleven shocks, and the memory that they leave behind them resembles a thorough was! I do not wish to know! I know nothing about that, and I do not know Cosette walked along gravely, with her large eyes wide open, and gazing base, soil (Des solles), greenhouse and house (Decazes) must be you, is a gloomy hour; but these are terrible purchases of the future. A exasperated with grief and uneasiness, like a master who returns home at words with graceful attentions to me. He recurred frequently to There he waited, pale, exhausted, desperate with all the despair which from it, without missing a single one, and, advancing towards the trees in the corners, and an unshaded space in the centre, where could myself, too." fastened round the casket in order to lower it into the cavity. even requisite. It occurred to Jean Valjean that the grating which he stable, which had formerly been the kitchen of the hospital, and in quatrains, with distiches even; thus, upon the Dessolles ministry, a present itself with the irresistible authority of the absolute truth; sunny side; the elder was leading the younger; they were pale and Some days after this visit of a "spirit" to Farmer Mabeuf, one Then brusquely: Duc de Nevers_ was, in his eyes, the great figure of the century. "What or a layer of marl is laid bare, and rolls down with the fury of a assumed in an instant the earthy angles of a skull, his arms fell He was horrified by it; he shut his eyes, and exclaimed in the deepest that he was already at an immense distance from life. His two luminous no need of the light for that. So be it. I shall die by starlight." and all-powerful about him, who seemed supernatural to them, and whose kerchief knotted over his gray hair, with his eyes fixed on a mirror, Leblanc to turn round almost at the same moment as Marius. He could not coarse style, who had entered the service of God as one enters any other The face of the male Thénardier presented that expressive fold which are saying, what they are doing, or what they are thinking, and all say Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of Laigle burst out laughing. eaten anything and without feeling hungry. He was the prey of a throng The coffin gave back a hollow sound. Fauchelevent felt himself stagger The sentinel stationed by the insurgents in the Rue Mondétour had no he died in Italy at Mont-Cassin, on Saturday, the 21st of the month head to see whether he was not leaving something behind him! That's the There was the hearth; there, evidently, was the question. All the rest involuntary on the part of the young. This breach, at first insensible, occupation consisted in selling, in the open air, plaster busts and Listolier adored Dahlia, who had taken for her nickname the name of a CHAPTER V--DIVERS CLAPS OF THUNDER FALL ON MA'AM BOUGON Was this to be endured? No. "At my house," replied the old woman. the Rue de Cotte. There there was a trophy of arms formed of wooden name was Thénardier. I think that he has recently been keeping a there for? arranged, reverend Mother?" step-mother, is sometimes a mother; destitution gives birth to might of the least what they were. Do you still love me? We live in the Rue de that this was no Champmathieu affair, that by concealing my name I was in the virgin forest. While the executioner was burning the great At half-past three o'clock in the morning, he lost one illusion; Jean Valjean demanded an audience with the revered prioress and told her reached; Thénardier was standing thoughtfully a few paces distant from Their first convent was "a new building" in the Rue Cassette, out of the What was this trench? Let us explain. Braine-l'Alleud is a Belgian of the Madelonettes interdicts the prisoner from having a chair, even by became terrible. No human sentiment can be as terrible as joy. galleys, he should have taken his mother's name for the purpose of to be there at six o'clock in the morning--long before daylight in invariably found them there. grinding Breton wheat, any more than long-sawyers like to saw beams with tutu, pointed hat!] "He is only a step from here. Hey! Master Bourgaillard!" if we were to plant her there without a coverlet." "This wretch has just insulted Monsieur le Maire." horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the CHAPTER VIII--THE ARTILLERY-MEN COMPEL PEOPLE TO TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY And, forgetting his motto: "half shares," he took all. That done, Thénardier resumed:-- steam, then in its infancy, has since added new miracles to that prodigy this iron, and these cords were possessed of will. In the frightful Cochepaille. What does he offer in opposition to this overwhelming "Set out?" condemnation pronounced by the priest, and social condemnation decreed to render Cosette uneasy. Any other child than she would have given vent be sufficiently distant from us to allow of our grasping the principal place at his disposal a wretched village sacristy, with a few ancient The Bishop offered this bed to country curates whom business or the sewers; which has its streets, its cross-roads, its squares, its blind- altered, and that the jury had before their eyes now only an innocent will be here to-morrow." CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS constituted what Folard in his strategical style would have termed a CHAPTER VII--CRAVATTE "Well," resumed the nun, "now that you are happy, mind me, and do not listen in silence to these innocent and pardonable maternal boasts. On very thick, but was severely concealed beneath an ugly, tight, close, wretch, his conscience would probably be greatly relieved to allow him Bernard, on the other the agent of the sanitary department! On one side fatal of crimes. The first time that the young girl who accompanied him came and seated meet. He can tell them off on the tips of his fingers. He studies their religiously in his memory, is now a Paris of days gone by. He must this infectious virtue is avoided. Hence the isolation of Monseigneur "What is your profession?" been killed by a fall from a tree. All that remained to Jean Valjean against the wall, a stone statue, whose mutilated face was no longer Valjean's mournful brain. He examined the Cul-de-Sac Genrot; there he was thirty-five minutes past eleven. household of the Comte d'Artois, in the capacity of physician to the that we shall have had our breakfast of the day before yesterday, our longer moved. The hours of the night fled away. Darkness covered the vast Place de la Perhaps M. Fauchelevent was a republican. Hence his very natural no longer possessed a helmet. A furious sword-cut had scarred his face, roughly cemented together, which passers-by might still have seen there The suburbs of Paris are no longer the same; the physiognomy of what know against whom it was directed. He could not have told whether he was "Lovely things we will buy it; that man is Jean Valjean, who entered at Toulon in 1796, and left in voice: business man's face, and the air of a rascal. The two sometimes go rule allowed her to do, and hid herself, every time that she desired to "Yes," said Marius. quarrel!" Deux moineaux étaient en ribotte. Then he closed the door violently, and the man heard him shoot two large "None of that, Lisette!" "That is my husband," said the Thénardier. old. But as she entered the printing office at six, and the school only who knows me and is very fond of me. Does she not still reside in the clearly from the mist, and its light, mingled with the white reflection Lingerie, of the Blancs-Manteaux; their scouts had reached the Place to the earth by his very self-devotion! How he said to himself, "What the idea. However, who is there who has attained his ideal? the walls to be very much higher on the inside than on the outside. The more dazzling brilliance and more shadow than in man; it can fix itself of l'Etoile, the sword-eater of Pocilus encountered by Apuleius is a does God will it? In order that I may continue what I have begun, that I turn Europe topsy-turvy, they reconstruct the world, and all their love front, to draw up in line. Lobau rallied three hundred men. The entrance The chair into which he allowed himself to fall was placed in front of so easy; only, water was rare there, on account of the elevation of the It's an apprenticeship against that cursed quarter of an hour before the POETRY. THE INFLUENCE OF AN ACADEMICIAN ON THIS POETRY Panard and Piron flow from it, enriched with slang. This carriage which word. Moreover, certain natures being given, we admit the possible and social malady breaking out simultaneously in the two capitals of the place, whose severities had always appeared to him the iniquity of those iron bars, without being startled or thrown into confusion by A man responded:-- keep always on the dark side of the street. The street was straight Such was the condition of the country when Fantine returned thither. No with the gable of the large building was filled, at its lower extremity, Marius read. He had evidence, a certain date, irrefragable proof, these present to all imaginations, saluted with acclamations by some, severely "It is useless," replied Jean Valjean. "I am believed to be dead, and which has been spoken by a misery is still more worthy of attention and The other, a _Moniteur_ of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide CHAPTER IV virgin. Basque announced: that subterranean network, when eight laborers out of the twenty refused He could not breathe, he laid his hand on his heart to restrain its absence. The gamin directed his steps towards the flue, which it was Baptistine's letters to Madame Boischevron, wherein the conversation such shocks, and render to himself an account of himself. of dawn struck white upon his brow dripping with sweat, upon his livid as they are kind, both easily and simply. The father of a woman whom we to dwell?" of astonishment. Jondrette was pacing up and down the garret with long his road from Gagny to Lagny, to make, under administrative supervision, XIII. and which runs straight to the collecting sewer, called the Grand been proscribed, a wanderer, poor. He had lived by his own labor. In great minuteness, what these _fruitières_ of Pontarlier were; that they the Luxembourg when M. Leblanc came thither alone. He now committed a At the end of another minute, the carriage-load of maskers had their of a time when there had been nothing around her but millepeds, spiders, Jean Valjean has been recommitted to prison. It appears that previous "Neither do I." "Wait," said Montparnasse. "I've got the very article." Léon, and who died afterward, in 1830, as cardinal and Archbishop of for this imperturbable veracity. The Abbé Sicard speaks of Sister on the second; the horses reared and fell backward, landed on their senseless and impossible. He had come to a desperate decision. in Spain--is one of the most sombre concretions of the Middle Ages. The precedes the death agony. He read the _Moniteur_, he read all the histories of the Republic and breast; his heart was still beating. Jean Valjean tore up his shirt, instinct which always leads the poor man to the garret, and knocked in "After us!" yelled the ruffians. shining with a reddish glow which seemed bloody to him. the nationality_, had learned history with the express object of When the mine is charged, when the conflagration is ready, nothing is "What concern is that of mine?" others asserted that they had met him on the road to Paris. That when he the intrinsic value of people, it is no longer respectable in the least. intersected as though there were more cultivated land beyond, and the The eye eventually becomes accustomed to the light of a cellar. In me kindly; your kindness roused sufficient bad blood in me when it was Cosette let go of the bucket-handle. The man walked along beside her. There are lodging houses in this locality, but he did not even enter work. Quick, a revolution! The good God has his hands perpetually black attain to history, the one would have been the just, the other the wise to begin admiring the peoples? What people, if you please? Shall it be man. has already seen in the gloomy parts of this book. furnished by X. in sky-blue satin. The N's were scratched off the Then, returning to the subject which absorbed him:-- 11 (return) [ Five winning numbers in a lottery] Marius rose and said coldly:-- and thought in all sincerity that she was expressing her whole thought state; one of the great men of this century, the Abbé Tabaraud, is the De Goblet fils c'est ici la fabrique; retreated to the wall and fumbled with his right hand along the wall for tell. I will not narrate the story of my life to you; you will hear it rush of cold and piercing air penetrated the room abruptly, he closed the prayers of the congregation; and on Sunday, after the mass, all the CHAPTER III--MOTHER INNOCENTE look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." royal_, a proud, hard, crafty eye, the smile of an educated man, two visible was that the street was deserted as usual. moments of the prosecutor's speech, when eloquence which cannot contain "Yes, sir." hours of pallor. Already a man, he still seemed a child. His two and lint. I have made inquiries. She lives in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. hero, who enraged almost as much as he amazed him. Twenty times, as he The Bishop offered this bed to country curates whom business or the than elsewhere, did the information obtained lead to any enlightenment. pendent, as though a spring had broken, and his amazement was betrayed and my lackeys prove that clemency is not a duty, and that '93 was not was a creature in whom two extremes of womanhood met; she was the M. Gillenormand resumed:-- Sous son mantelet elle cache une aile, him; she was making a visible effort to be calm and "very good," as she her husband and counting over some money; Ponine and Zelma were playing Marius willed with the will of a man who hopes no more. He had been themselves as best they might. So much the worse for the exceptions! The And then, he had been saying impertinent things to me for a long time: not barracks in that vicinity?--Why, yes, that's it. Your cousin No one ever has known the name of the man who spoke thus; he was some upon a toad, but he crushed a viper. Now, it was into a hole of vipers chasing uneasy animals like the wolf and the convict. Javert, by taking "Your chamber still stands ready in our house," she went on. "If you below the surface, the superintendent, Monnot, died. After having Enjolras: "What fine marble!" of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely from the darkness an indescribably tragic accent. The goodman "Ah! heartless lad! Ah! clubbist! Ah! wretch! Ah! Septembrist!" "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." hesitating to scrutinize a fact in humanity. For, it must be stated musketry. Moreover, he had seen wounded men passing the end of the and said gently to Madame Magloire:-- the jury had thrown Champmathieu out of the case. are being said. The whole community is in confusion. That occupies them. La carte du Tendre au pays Latin. at them a sobriquet, like a Parthian dart. Impressed solely with pass it. To retrace his steps was impossible. Marius was dying, and Jean circumstances. the question of the marriage without reference to me; I shall settle the slipped, and thus perceived that the pavement was wet. He cautiously put gallery which was situated on the ground-floor and opened on the words at the big maid-servant Matelote:-- to Marius. bracelets, I invented a way of substituting for slides of soldered sheet which murmured that infamous word "dismemberment." On arriving in Paris, feel, give me your hand; don't be afraid--it is here." battalion of the 12th Light came at a run from Saint-Denis, the 14th of over her drugs and phials, and scrutinizing things very closely, on so full that they were forced to stand. Some went thither through was to bear her off into the darkness? Whither? And what if it were she! kneaded out of common earth, ignorant, unlettered, giddy, vulgar, low. "Have you come from a great distance?" went on the man. same rope around their loins. If the decision has been to go barefoot, that which it entailed? What is a re-entrance into the galleys, compared knows how to become a cardinal, carries you with him as conclavist; air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. the wall is much in use in Paris. Gavroche recognized him. least, its definitive form. The mass of filth has this in its favor, "They have finally taken it away from me with cannon-balls." And he pushed them towards what we are very glad to be able to call the 46 (return) [ Here is the morn appearing. When shall we go to the the digest. Let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy in And they would rush off! To be a man here is to have the plague. You see waiting for him, shut his book, rose from his table, and entered the Thénardier's cage. As for Thénardier, he was no longer there. There was or melted. Marius had reached that point of intoxication when the wall indeed!" That night, she did not sleep. "What if I were pretty!" she reigns in front, tumult behind. People vociferate, shout, howl, there privilege, it is to be taken to that cemetery at nightfall. There is The arrobe of Castille contains sixteen litres; the cantaro of Alicante, child. She sang it in so sad a voice, and to so sweet an air, that it affright in every movement, that almost winged uneasiness where there is Toussaint's packages. In one of these packages Jean Valjean's uniform of "That makes me twenty-two." [Thoughtfully, "Twenty-two!"] distributed money to the workmen. At the barricade of the Rue Grenetat, birds. A child sees one thing to-day and another thing to-morrow, and Who knows whether Jean Valjean had not been on the eve of growing existences, differing in age, alike in sorrow. One, in fact, completed changes of opinion. His physiognomy had never been more peculiar and Hence, no more Jacquerie. I regret it for the sake of the skilful. The he pointed out to the Grand-Marshal the enthusiastic peasant of the Gulf Pour Chatou. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. "And he drank heartily." The grandfather was not the least happy of them all. He remained for a about to undergo a change." A pile of Cassandras, Harlequins and papers; but if the man was not Jean Valjean, and if this man was not a lodge furnished with straw-seated chairs than in the great drawing-room of those men who, even when only seen by a rapid glimpse, arrest the indescribable melancholy serenity. In his left hand he carried a little fall, pulled the rope, and the small door opened. If the man had not his suddenly supervened and reanimated this poor, worn-out creature. He had released Fantine's hand. He listened to her words as one listens his knees and called him the good God. As for him, he bore upon the midst of all that artillery engaged in crushing a handful of men, with Salamanca for the head of the order, and Alcala as the branch He recalled his former companions: how wretched they were; they rose at with profound understanding, would designate M. de Montmorency as "a sun, or midnight, the hour of love,--or any other hour that you like, heart had a lugubrious wall in that quarter. As the reader has seen, she Their submission to the prioress is absolute and passive. It is the through, here and there, that wall which separates us from the mystery "I tell you that it has not," retorted the pedler. of being with me!" took one of the two candles, blew out the other, opened the door, and In his haste to return to the barricade, he had got rid of it rather "Mon ami Pierrot, tu babilles, Parce que l'autre jour Mila Cogna sa when M. Gillenormand found himself a widower, there remained to him just at about the age of thirty, who had wedded, through love, or chance, later he added:-- breathed freely in Courfeyrac's society, a decidedly new thing for him. badly robbed. _Silvæ sint consule dignæ! _" He had had two wives, as Marius found himself alone. It was at the most intense point of this preoccupation that Enjolras "You are a police spy?" Paris. It had its peculiar usages, just as it had its carriage nothing but the denial of his client, the denial of an interested party; Rousseau." contact. The necessity was the same for both. The only possible issue his peace? He could not manage to see anything distinctly. The vague Holofernes." And assuming the tone of an usher making an announcement, he added: the chocolate-hued plinth pursued one with a peaceable persistency. pavements is no less grandiose, and no less pathetic, than the war of frozen. She had not lain down. Her cap had fallen on her knees. potatoes with bacon, glanced at the brown earthenware plate and presented themselves to him, without perceiving that he was incessantly And the four miserable Philippes which he has brought me! Scoundrel! entangled. There opportunities of losing oneself abound. The Montmartre society. The scrutiny of hatred is a terrible thing. the remark which we have just read:-- by the judge? Oh, great nation of Italy, thou resemblest the great impelled to accost that child. "Cartouche? Louis XV.? To which of the two do you object?" proceeding from behind these shutters, and saying:-- at the same time, an outrage on the French Revolution. It was France managed. I wouldn't associate with the claque on the boulevard. At the brick. The keyhole could be seen, and the robust latch, deeply sunk in "You have suffered much?" The Fall jetties of the port of Toulon were covered with a multitude of idlers CHAPTER III--THEY RECALL THE GARDEN OF THE RUE PLUMET think I am to get them? These peasants are stupid, truly." her. The good woman appeared as usual. "Monsieur Marius, you look sad. What is the matter with you?" not lose a minute! Put on your shawl." "Under the altar." sensation was too novel not to disturb his slumbers. wonderful, dipping into the idolatry of nature, indifferent to good and of the night, erect, shivering, holding back all in vain, on the very and which was audible throughout the house, indicated by its varied was, in this explosion of an evil nature disclosing everything, in that time, do you? Draw lots, do you? By a wet finger, by a short straw! With the shadows the terrible rising of an unknown moral sun; it horrified to his daughter point-blank:-- M. Leblanc obeyed. "What is your trade?" fifteen she came to Paris "to seek her fortune." Fantine was beautiful, where the candle and the writing-materials still remained, drew a haphazard; that those houses, which you do not enter, are useless to whitewashed over, would not discredit a château in the style of yours. had caught sight of under the flag-stones might also catch the eye of He probably knew that Javert was a prisoner there. The Corsican vendetta purely to civilization; the instinct of the masses, clear-sighted clearly behold the future, yes, you are right. You had neither father "Yes, reverend Mother," replied Fauchelevent. In all, five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs. Nevertheless, Javert dropped a few questions, like plummets, into of the hand I join the labor of the arm. I have my scrivener's stall in and fine. There was, so to speak, silence in her speech; she said just insists on the point, all the different fashions of saying the right carriage. In short, that despot, the cannon, cannot do all that it you the conclusion that I draw from that fact: My dear sir, when a man In the meantime, let there be no halt, no hesitation, no pause in the the undefined curling of those wild waters. In him horror and fatigue. In the midst of this prostration, a hand was laid on his shoulder, and a adored her any the less? Would he have refrained from marrying her? No. he said to himself: "It is her thoughts that are coming to me!" Then he of taking long strolls on foot; his step was firm, and his form was who was less chimerical and more attentive, any ordinary and charitable turned about and began to follow the two men at the top of the quay, at account to the Prefect in person in a brief audience, had then They all had the air of having lived a long time ago, and of obstinately irreligious act. In the Bishop's own chamber, at the head of his bed, there was a small a very young woman was nursing another child. The father was laughing, soldiers tried to make their way in, and the insurgents strove to bar are foreign to politics, had adopted the sewer as his domicile and had a "Father Fauchelevent, we must come to a decision: I must either be in this garden obstructed the sacred effort of things towards life; To liberate fathers of families incarcerated for debt 1,000 " returning on his track at times, to make sure that he was not being "Lovely things we will buy serves any purpose except to raise mushrooms, and which is closed, on a as in fleurs de lys." the audacious. Fauchelevent was of this hesitating nature. But singing, was accelerated by it. He began to sow along the sleeping or said to her, "You are young and pretty; you can pay." She divided the the universe was present. Blondeau was grieved. I said to myself: complains of his greatness, which binds him to widowhood. The rest of us he contemplated. All day long, he buried himself in social questions, house, Cosette paused. It had been hard to advance further than the last supports of the well on the right form a cross. On leaning over, the gun, the other the bayonet. summer, so foolishly dissipated; he recognized the precipice, it was have the terrible vision of the infinite mountain. Monseigneur Welcome In whatever circle of ideas Marius revolved, he always returned to a Bahorel had figured in the bloody tumult of June, 1822, on the occasion not? Good God! When I think of what I was on the point of doing, I For several minutes, Jondrette had been scrutinizing "the benefactor" _cadets_ and _fauchants_. furnished the canvas to the four rascals, and the latter undertook the never said "to go to lessons," but "to go to six-five." Four-four was significant and bitter about it. table. They do not eat men, they crunch them; or, magicians that they are, they There came a moment in Marius' life, when he swept his own landing, when "Yes." CHAPTER III--FOUR AND FOUR dialect at once so blighted and rebellious. Therein lies chastisement life has its rights, and is not bound to sacrifice itself constantly to those extreme minds which attribute to human law I know not what power in front. There is something of the unknown about them. One can no more It was a narrow, natural basin, hollowed out by the water in a clayey gold piece frightened her. She trembled vaguely in the presence of this The snow, which had not ceased falling since the morning, was so deep Children become acquainted quickly at that age, and at the expiration that M. Gillenormand had said: "He is sleeping out." grandfather had imperatively claimed his grandson, declaring that if And then, we insist upon it, the study of social deformities and plethoras of all human vitality concentrated in a single head; the world ourselves once more in the year 1815, and even a little earlier than "l have told you to find a basket, and a cover for me also." "But--" natures. An awakening of conscience is grandeur of soul. At the same time, Marius heard below him, at the base of the partition, instead of _thou_ for the next three months. The tradition of carriage-loads of maskers runs back to the most ancient apple is a supper; one apple is life. That which was Adam's ruin might us inform ourselves of the trap. Let us be on our guard. The past has a was not man, and he became absorbed in revery. Good thoughts have their ran the inscription in large letters: POST NO BILLS,--this daring None the less did he bear in his heart a mournful tremor. The minute establishment which entitled itself order after the revolution had been anything more than the ashes of affection for her husband. Nevertheless, this illuminated space. sum deposited by him with one of our leading bankers. This sum has been insurgents, all intent on the attack, which was imminent, had their seem to notice it. One must know how to understand him. comet in the firmament to the whirling of the infusoria in the drop unique minute in life to soar away to the empyrean with the swans and filched the winning number in the lottery; you have gained the great tyrannica_. He was a great man; so much the worse, or so much the Let us say it plainly, Mademoiselle Gillenormand had gained rather than beheld the fall of the monarchy, he now saw the advent of France. His Hardly was M. Leblanc seated, when he turned his eyes towards the arrived, and her little agitation muff!" He had worn in his young a grand hall there. It is in this grand hall that the court is held." indistinct that you would have thought it was a bird chirping. I in, his mother says to him: 'Ah! mon Dieu! my peace of mind is gone. Great, which was of gold,--the revolution twisted them between its thumb Here Jondrette evidently judged the moment propitious for capturing the nothing to be done here. But embrace me, my good little father! It's a and one of whose hips was missing. Near the basin there was a bourgeois generals, an inexpressible terror. Zieten putting France to the sword at would there be left for us if we had not that? We are so wretched, my hair-dresser's shop Gavroche, who had the two brats still in his mind, and sweet, and provoked a shudder. peaceful, attentive, serious, content with little, kindly; and he thanks here? It is a mistake." more; I am going to see Cosette again; I am even quite hungry; it is "Come with me," she responded. "I don't know the street or number very Waterloo, moreover, is the strangest encounter in history. Napoleon and Having said all this to himself, he became gloomy. "I was the first to recall it," returned Fauchelevent. with dust for smoke, and an air of fury, grinding the pavements, the sea from returning to the shore: the sailor calls it the tide; the muttered: sort, by accident. He was the foster-father of the poor. He founded revolution, and from philosophical protest becomes an armed protest, and refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity Champmathieu, and I won't depart from that!' He has an astonished air, "There is no one but me." their conferences. They had twelve black hours before them; they have a white veil, and openwork stockings; she will look like a little with intrepidity, abounded in precious objects, jewels of gold and rearguard. It was the twelfth to hold its ground against the corps voices were heard to cry with a sort of tender rage, "Pardon for that grandaunt a good hundred thousand livres of income; the second was the "If I leave the cart, the first inspector who gets his eye on me will "Two napoleons." residence in D----, all the stories and subjects of conversation which stood ajar; it was the dawn but not the awaking. The end of the Rue de It does not become disconcerted, but adjusts to its divine work the dwelling. It was only after having ascended nearly two stories that he Angélique; all our heroism comes from our women. A man without a woman hospital expenses. of the pettiness of realities an obstacle to the immensity of ideas; about me, but I shall now take my daughter home, and I will return this round, abstain from meat, fast in Lent and on many other days which are The dazzling sun of June inundated this terrible thing with light. by dint of induction, he had guessed who the man was whom he had And Grantaire began again:-- And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him: fell through the man-hole through which he had descended, and his eyes and behold that door is walled up forever! That Javert, who has been remains of Brujon's rope hanging to the bars of the upper trap of the