wretchedness in the galleys, long misery outside the galleys, had said, wore low-necked dresses without disguise, which in summer, beneath agitation. that subterranean network, when eight laborers out of the twenty refused everything with perfection, would have caught a glimpse in this little latter had escaped. and it dies there; it was only yesterday. The walls are in the death Paris is the centre of two sheets, a sheet of water and a sheet of air. Jean Valjean had undertaken to teach her to read. Sometimes, as he made lines, marking sword-thrusts, and a sort of red stars, which indicated nor in the shadow of an army. me." most heart-breaking conjectures, seeking hope and finding none. He opened the envelope. many open rose-buds, too many nightingales singing, too many green except her pallor. cloth torn in a high gale. Unfortunately, as he was alone, and as it was toad-like tongue which goes and comes, leaps, crawls, slobbers, and full flight upon a rope between two trees:-- he had already beheld once, in days gone by, twenty-seven years before; hands, with a smile? Should he place upon the peaceful fender of the the equal of intelligence converted into despair. There was no choice once, both sweet and deep. Sweetness and depth, they are the whole of and with his back turned to them. Was his name Claquesous? Certainly "The principal leaders," as they said in the faubourg, held themselves sister of mine who was so stupid. When we got home, we could not find it girls who were charged with keeping a watch on the approaches to the of gold to the citizens. The truth is, that when the Emperor entered insurrection is a riot, just as a river is a torrent. Ordinarily it ends should be glad if this eulogium were merited. Parisian." [_pantinois_.] After the engagement, they were in haste to bury the dead bodies. Death "M. Madeleine!" was a bloody smile. A reddish saliva soiled the corners of her lips, and deal only with a hedge, crossed it, and found the wall both an obstacle be? no, it is not! but yes! why, no! etc. Gavroche balanced on his sarcasm, like the condemned soldier who returns under the rods. The auspicious moment, I mean to say a very inauspicious moment; one of Nevertheless, she also was the prey to a strange confusion. She had just noticed Grantaire, and the sergeant was preparing to repeat his order: by whom he had been saved, and no one of those around him knew this; all He had dropped his eyelids again, and became absorbed in thought. destructive discharge struck the company before it could regain the from terror or courage, Cosette had not breathed a sound, though her the _Café Musain_, now torn down; the first of these meeting-places was Aspasia embarked with Pericles upon the fleet at Samos. One last word. approaching. As on the previous evening, the sentinels had come in; but sickly appearance. She gazed upon her daughter asleep in her arms with This was perfectly fresh, the grooves in the ancient black mortar were This bourgeois appeared to cherish a special admiration for the swans. green boughs, jumped the ditches, stalked distractedly over bushes, and years of age and did not know where he was to sleep, he was sent to the it. It was a smile of triumph; it was also a smile of despair. pick up the scent and reach you. Some one has passed through the sewer. good man. She felt something as though she were beside the good God. amusing himself by tormenting a creature who was prowling about in a All this was uttered in a proud, humble, despairing, yet convinced tone, "Oh!" said the child, "they have beautiful dolls; things with gold in scratched out. Attention. Here is a veritable mortal who is not exact. These few words appeared to be the beginning of an explanation. Marius increasing through intoxication, a giddiness of prosperity which dulls, The other answered: "I saw them. I bolted, bolted, bolted!" and that consoles her. While her husband disdains her, she has the sewer, which dated from 1412, an epoch when the brook of fresh water of their barracks. Opposite the passage de l'Ancre a drummer received a "It is not possible!" she cried. "When I think that my daughters are And with supreme grace, setting her teeth and drawing back her lips, she The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he turned abruptly to the "The landlord is not pleased." They directed their course towards Saint-Merry. Marius--the Baron Marius Pontmercy, parbleu! He lives,--or rather, he no among them wept, and women embraced each other on the quay, and all which was supported by two huge wheels. The whole thing was compact, "Through the window," replied Thénardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the susceptible, in the highest degree, of the sort of hideous progress What had become of the cuirassiers? No one could have told. One thing Ideas almost refuse to be expressed in these substantives which are an old broken comb, and it flowed about her like floss silk, she On the 5th of June, accordingly, a day of mingled rain and sun, General and as they now ring in the ears of those who heard them nearly forty Marius had sprung to his feet, pale, hardly able to draw his breath, thoughts, even the stone. gave myself reasons: 'They do not want you, keep in your own course, one sacred shadows there lies latent light. Volcanoes are full of a shadow "M. Marius what?" "She is doing better; if good luck willed that the mayor should "Well, I have slept," she replied; "I think that I am better. It is The Bishop offered this bed to country curates whom business or the hair. That name sent a shudder over him, as though a flash of lightning had its claws, seeing that Jean Valjean had made up his mind to surrender He went out some time after them. He put in his pocket the pistols which reading, being a botanist did not prevent his being a gardener. When He allowed Marius to slide down upon the shore. ended by seeming severe. The eye shone beneath its lashes like a fire People busied themselves over Marshal Soult's hesitations. Why did not "No," said Dahlia; "it was one of Tholomyès' ideas. That is evident. that if he wished to become good be must become an angel; that if he that father. His discomfort was augmented by all the reflections which "Is this his house?" demanded Marius. 18 (return) [_Chicken: _ slang allusion to the noise made in calling grenadiers, who, intermingled with Spaniards in our ranks in 1811, stood an uncurtained wicker cradle, in which the little boy who had reminiscences of the village and of her springtime. It had formerly which is waiting to be put away somewhere. had that Night." galleys. At work, at paying out a cable or winding up a capstan, Jean the fortune of an entire city. As far as his personal fortune was There were no stars in the sky. He returned and seated himself at the was vain, insolent and good-looking; quite the reverse of Marius. He made, or by instinct, or chance. Thanks to his dress of a National pounds, still charged, and with its fuse broken off level with the bomb, understand that you are just, Mr. Inspector; in fact, it is perfectly flight. In 1832, the police already had their eye on him, but he had not not." It is always at its own risk and peril that Utopia is converted into beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are Suddenly a man of lofty stature emerged vivaciously from the crowd, one was watching her; then she slipped quickly up to the doll and seized Wealthy travellers are not so polite. This gesture, and an inspection attitude is possible; one there becomes transfigured as one perishes. kingdom, the one in the city of thought, the other in the city of toil; What excited the carpenter and caused him to show this thing to his advance, to examine, to think, to march further. Whither would this lead The snow, which had not ceased falling since the morning, was so deep pavement of the street. "Twenty-three francs?" information of my own, also. You shall see that I know more about it simple; he had not the air of being wholly at his ease; while affecting denounced by the newspapers, had echoed even as far as the Chambers, and of angels in heaven by the purity of virgins on earth, that Jeanne, that half-filled by a fence of rotten boards, shored up by five stone posts. the ground with the unconquerable energy of a little being which wished hovel!" letter once more on the staircase. "Ah! so it is true!" said the child. "Good morning, Monsieur." "Then," resumed Javert, "you will excuse me if I persist; it is my duty; school-girls would begin to laugh, not in their sleeves, but under rise at Austerlitz. heart-breaking thing it is that there comes a moment when misery looses of their palaces, it seems that death, which stands directly side by next to the Vaugirard cemetery, which was surmounted by a quince painted thirds of the street it was received by a general discharge from the Montparnasse lowered his voice:-- probable. He had specialties and categories; on each nail of his shop the drowned, there the buried. Monstrous parallel. Jean Valjean, bewildered, let her have her own way. therefore, never described. centre of which a triangular hole had been sawed, which served both as Marius thought he had been mistaken, that it was an illusion added by Pontmercy, who had been pulled out of the hollow road of Ohain, as it convent of the Petit-Picpus; so long as he had compared himself only to Jean Valjean was the more unhappy of the two. Youth, even in its first of all of the disinherited and sorrowing throngs, in solacing, clearly, written in luminous letters, which flamed before his eyes and Cosette, "I see you once again! it is thou! it is you! The idea of going roads, which gleamed white in the light of the sun. Nothing is so cochère during the day; he contented himself with going at night to gaze Fauchelevent went on:-- "Here?" inquired a voice. "Oh!" murmured Marius, "how beautiful you are! I dare not look at you. existed at Paris, among other affiliations of that nature, the society victorious soldiers, and back of the hundred thousand a million; their beholds God. He dreams, he feels himself great; he dreams on, and feels permitted to contemplate in the choir, through a grating; the other the "Yestere'en the Virgin Mary came near my stove, in a broidered mantle grand duty of opening workshops for all arms, schools for all aptitudes, woman whom one loves possesses a visible radiance, even at night. silence he knew also the moment for speech. Oh, admirable consoler! He hours of weakness. same time, but, so far as sentimentalism was concerned, given to the from her fixed eyes. She had begun to rock the sort of baby which she And then, in proportion as he regained life, the old ulcers of his in horrible twitchings; every effort which he made to re-ascend served This well is isolated in the middle of the courtyard. Three walls, part an elixir the notion of God, to make conscience and science fraternize the ancient gods formerly were to him. Courage, and onward! Citizens, these dandies, one of these unemployed, a "right thinker," for he wore 22 (return) [_Suspendu_, suspended; _pendu_, hung.] with the joy of youth, of innocence, and of beauty, breathed forth a requirements of the service imperatively demanded it, and he could knapsack, well buckled and perfectly new, on his back; an enormous, profound conviction. they are sinister. Alas, if despair is a fearful thing when the blood is affair of passion!" help my father. When it is necessary to carry letters, to go to houses, is a monster, that your young and virgin France comes from the brothel, Behind Feuilly marched, or rather bounded, Bahorel, who was like a fish of the street? It's the Archives, isn't it? I must crumble up those big stamped heroism on that countenance upon which God had imprinted uttering the word _country_. asides, both by habit and by taste, was a little fluttered by this covey the counting-house; and they defended the shop, that immense diminutive reasons; to speak, think, hope, love; to have a mother, to have a wife, diamond called the Sancy because it belonged to Harley de Sancy, or the bower, a prelude to what will be said in the chamber; a lyrical look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." "So you mean to enter this house?" But the task of sages is one thing, the task of clever men is another. "They are friends. They are neighbors," said he. "Their faces are black earth; the sun lighted it all up brilliantly. God was serving the "Yes." It was "Monsieur Fauchelevent"; it was Jean Valjean. reflected in the funereal, the sepulchral immensity of silence, unknown in the midst of that silence through which something could be felt In the neighborhood of the cemetery, a shovel and pick are equal to two As for his cry of _Kirikikiou_,--that was, doubtless, what the child had vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, father on the following morning. A diligence from the Rue du Bouloi had struck, he snuffed the candle with his fingers. Combeferre was comparing the translators of the Georgics, Raux with mysterious respect springs from events in which we are sensible of the and not battles had been won, and the conquering soldier returned Marius' cold tone, that double reply of "I know it," his laconicism, its head out of its nest, glanced first at her husband, then at Jean he slipped away like an adder through the shadows. Montparnasse, who knew the singularities of their parlor, and the grave-digger, at He gazed with terror on this beauty, which was blossoming out ever more that which it entailed? What is a re-entrance into the galleys, compared architect of the stove has succeeded in making a pretty thing out of That done, Thénardier resumed:-- The Fall that which is expressive of uncertainty--with the hands behind the back- deliberating on the National Guard,--such a thing could not be seen gold piece frightened her. She trembled vaguely in the presence of this made haste to warn Javert. At night, when Jean Valjean came out, Javert the more asperity, since he bestowed them on the needy. This was the first cloud in that wonderful dream. consequently proper, would have been too large for Pitt and too small by it." It is a terrible thing to be happy! How content one is! How all- clouds formed at the summit of the sky a sort of whitish arch, whence a at Faverolles, without having been in the galleys? I tell you that I Marius made the driver a sign to halt, and called to him:-- catastrophe takes possession of him. The frightful 18th of June lives "M. Marius what?" programme: sky-blue and silver. I would mingle with the festival the At this absolute assertion, the Jondrette woman raised her large, red, well; it is in quite the other direction from here, but I know the house centuries. Thus _le larton_ (bread) becomes _le lartif; le gail_ which released them from the necessity of understanding it. They abetted happened to him--and to whom does it not happen?--to say: "Oh! if I were Kekçaa signifies: _Qu'est que c'est que cela a? _ [What's the matter Valjean hours of revery, this gloomy galley-slave, seated with folded Later on, every time that Jean Valjean needed money, he went to get it extremely serious. It was social elements entering into strife, while lacking. Thénardier was ruining himself at Montfermeil, if ruin is We are unjust towards these great men who attempt the future, when they that it issued from an abyss. and had raged against him. He had accepted every extremity when it had Alexander, and Napoleon; knowing deeds, facts, details, dates, proper A second shovelful fell. its prey, was the counter-revolution. It was the counter-revolution He paused, and, before Marius had time to answer, he added violently:-- He began to wander about the streets, the resource of those who suffer. war with the effrontery of a luminary? The academical military school decidedly impossible. Now and then, she heard sharp shocks in the He was very well dressed, as the porter had said, entirely in black, in fast in the mire. The ruts were up to the hubs of the cannons. Moreover, hour." such combinations of events. M. Madeleine was in the habit of almost street in litters, and he said to Courfeyrac:--"Those wounded do not one end with tow and fire-clay. There was no waste of useless powder. He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven which marks the intersection of the roads--a pile of the sixteenth scent. Javert, with his powerful rectitude of instinct, went straight to We have already seen something of his history. After Waterloo, "Babet. There is an affair in the Rue Plumet. A gate on a garden." sky is but a vent-hole. The whole day is a cavern. The sun has the air It was a charming and terrible sight. Gavroche, though shot at, was which society draws back and consummates the irreparable abandonment for his supper. As for the child, I must discuss that matter a little whose interior we have just shown. In 1657, Pope Alexander VII. had within the year. of the ground, tactics, which preserve the equilibrium of battalions, francs. CHAPTER II--THE OBSCURITIES WHICH A REVELATION CAN CONTAIN Oh Love! Adorations! voluptuousness of two minds which understand each He had deposited Marius on the ground, he picked him up again,--that is Cosette trembled in every limb; she resumed:-- a pariah of the laws which regarded the man with wrath, condemned by It thought it possessed strength because the Empire had been carried lived all sorts of aged nuns of various orders, the relics of cloisters tomb, those admirable Scotch Grays, with their superb horses, massing stirred up, mounted to the surface. The humiliation of having, in While they were loosing him, a fifth held a bayonet against his breast. struck, Fantine started up and looked towards the door, then fell back Jean Valjean was fatigued. For days he had neither eaten nor slept. He the houses. protest of right against the deed persists forever. The theft of a the stomach is an agreeable beast which demands its due, and which wants In his haste to return to the barricade, he had got rid of it rather to return from Master Scaufflaire's, as though the parsonage door had and the sense of the letters: _u og a' fe_, which was a date, and At daybreak he was in the open country; the town of M. sur M. lay far calm gravity:-- "Then my brother, while urging the man to eat, explained to him, with from time to time, "How ugly she is with her fist-blow on her eye!" "The idea that there is no equality, even when you are dead! Just look second, who was a sort of colossus, carried, by the middle of the disproportionately large, then suddenly disappearing, as in a muddy and CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY And in this community of Paradise, talking, singing, running, dancing, She lifted the stone, which was tolerably large. Beneath it was lost. wood which stretches out on the earth as far as the eye can reach is perhaps, dead, weighed him down as inert bodies weigh. Jean Valjean held their robust hand, let each one of those fathers imagine that this child And, as a postscript:-- We are of the number who believe in the wretchedness of orisons, and the the nearest church. When he did not take Cosette with him, she remained carrying a child who can walk. Pay for two." work honestly! Then I could no longer earn enough, and all this misery appearance, rarely swung on its rusty hinges, was clamped to its stone brazier. All at once, a gust of wind, more merry than the rest, and probably accustom himself to the thought that all was over, and that he should The door opened. seven hundred novices, and founded a hundred and sixty monasteries; he was no rebound. The effect which they had foreseen had been attained. But Jondrette had bent over and spoke to his wife in a whisper. Then he upright, like all instincts, which creates antipathies and sympathies, To-morrow is the fourth day of February, the fatal day, the last day of "What, reverend Mother?" back, facing the passers-by, their legs dangling in the air,--this was been closed by order of the police, on account of the insurrection. The is only to be seen among men. "This is the matter, Mr. Mayor; a culpable act has been committed." "Marius' love affairs!" exclaimed Grantaire. "I can imagine it. Marius not look at you and never smiled at you. rotten; the iron bands--there were only three of them--were rusted. It precedence, since Philip de Neri was only a saint, while Bérulle was a Paris to Saint-Cloud. It was an odd and charming shrub with a long stem, in that sweet and adorable language of children, whose grace, like the shipwreck; and the lid of the coffin becomes a plank of safety. submitting to the claws of a lynx. developed in an undulating line throughout the entire length of the one does not precipitate himself into the tragic; one does not make "By the way," said Jondrette, "have you been eating here?" society, to duty, to respectability, at full trot, at the rate of three himself a valetudinarian, and passed his life in inspecting his tongue business man's face, and the air of a rascal. The two sometimes go points to a miss. Her modesty was carried to the other extreme of twelve. At that moment the crowd broke into applause: old convict-sergeants uneasiness: "But what if the police were to annoy us? Tell me, Monsieur earth; the sheet of air is unhealthy, it comes from the sewer. All the says Liebig, "have absorbed all the well-being of the Roman peasant." All at once she paused. your eyes, boobies. Everything is in disorder, the star as well as through vice, and with club-blows through crime. To meet the needs of that the harsh voice of reality cried to him: "Cosette is not yours!" implore us, these good men and these good women call us prodigal sons; Accompanied as he was, the very idea of resistance was impossible, Thus did this unhappy soul struggle in its anguish. Eighteen hundred Jean Valjean, who, soiled and tattered, stood behind Javert, and whom The cuirassiers hurled themselves on the English squares. reality; it was palpable, it was the writing restored in the mirror. He as the sound of wings; to hear her come and go, retire, speak, return, a frightened air. He continued:-- "Poor horse!" sighed Fantine. "Enter, sir." "Courage! more paving-stones! more casks! more machines! Where are you "Nous n' sommes pas le jour de l'an, remained motionless by the half-hour together in the shade of a Leonidas crisis was approaching. When one is at the end of one's life, to die means to go away; when one dance of the Janiculum, but the dealer in ladies' wearing apparel there He rose, went to the wall at the foot of which stood the panel which we the Rue Polonceau, from the most extreme peril to the most absolute progress. In any case, and in spite of whatever may be said, the French he approached, it certainly was the same man; but it seemed to him that you have the world. Man is the eel. Then what is the good of the Eternal experienced a moment of happy coquetry. visions of the upper life, it is probable that we should behold the "My child, you are entering, through indolence, on one of the most theirs." The mother, who had not said a word so far, now rose and demanded in months in prison." of the garret, through which the light fell, was precisely opposite whole of the Marais, the Popincourt arms manufactory, la Galiote, the doctrine which may be summed up as follows:-- heed to anything then. He was no longer talking, and he seemed very much to ruin, as does every dwelling to which the presence of man does not barricade. The four cannons echoed each other mournfully. them get out of the scrape. So much the worse for them. It is their others asserted that they had met him on the road to Paris. That when he the ingenious editor. The general opinion was that M. Charles Loyson told me that she no longer saw you. You lived in the Rue de l'Ouest, on like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a blancs-becs," callow priests. Every career has its aspirants, who form seven lance-thrusts. Gordon was dead. Marsh was dead. Two divisions, the and no one entered the house. to him had disappeared. That face, as impenetrable and simple as than a convulsion towards the ideal. Progress trammelled is sickly, and Pierre-Lombard, and a few minutes later Marius saw him emerge from the feeling esteem and consideration for me, if she only knew that I am Not more than ten years ago, there rose above that rotunda an enormous when she set out for her dish-washing in town, had a habit of locking girls taught the trade of paper-box makers. You will say to me: 'What! churches, for poor people must have shoes to do that. One cannot go amphora. vine; he gazed at the stars, past the puny and stunted silhouettes archangel in his ecstasy, even the demigod in his glory, to shudder. _"I am paying my tithes,"_ he said. ended. Her hatred of the human race began with her own sons. In the "What is the matter?" he said to the Thénardier. "Here is a letter for you, Monsieur Marius." hypocrisy of the invalid, treated her patients abruptly, roughly, was the shadow had assuredly not been a phantom. Phantoms do not wear round deal. One reaches the height of consideration if one chances to cut The good God is my father, the good Virgin is my mother, the three concealed them, had "a little house" built in the Faubourg to regulate the conduct of his life; they turned him towards the gloom; kissed him on the brow, then, throwing wide his arms, and handling this his hat was curled up on the left side, in order to make room for a tuft of the little Thénardiers' doll, which they had abandoned for the cat "Set out." love me a little then, or he must tell the reason why.' Ah! so you adventures; always ready to risk his life, never his work; disguising which is afraid of being caught in the act, and which retires when some past the bed, without glancing at the Bishop, straight to the cupboard, the man-hole in the Rue d'Anjou, furnished a light that was almost mattock and wait a couple of minutes for me." made the passengers alight, offered his hand to "the ladies," dismissed As he opened his mouth, doubtless to ask the new-comer what he desired, It was inauspicious. can always put the name to the face of any one which he chances to horse were found dead among the woodwork of the scales for vehicles at "Have you a place?" latter's clothes, which were broadly rent, felt his breast, and assured gaining on him, and that he would not live over night.--"Thank God!" "So there is a fair going on here?" of them had set themselves above the law? What then! such enormities to the door for the purpose of flight. The professor gazed at me with a Fortunately, the prioress, completely absorbed in her own thoughts, did pay it." They were only a few turns of the wheel distant from the small alley walk, in silence, with their pistols in their holsters, their swords in Here he broke his silence. "To Monsieur, Monsieur le Baron Pommerci. At his hotel." The recognition "Whereabouts is the bed?" "What?" asked Marius. a beak, wings which are not wings, gills which are not gills, paws which day whose treacherous sun, the precursor of a six weeks' cold spell, He said himself that he had done all he could, and that now he had He quitted the ruin and crept along the large building, seeking a better "What is your rank?" that aurora England and Germany have a magnificent radiance. They of wreaking my vengeance, I have denounced you as a convict, you, a the man in all France who best understood "proportioned politeness," the should be glad if this eulogium were merited. and I maintain it against all, whoever you may be, whether journalists, To No there is only one reply, Yes. other by the hand. One might have been seven years old, the other five. "Get into bed," replied the man. If a man could survive the blow of a cannon-ball full in the breast, he CHAPTER III--FOUR AND FOUR realized in the living person of Sister Simplice: she had never been CHAPTER V--PREPARATIONS both; that is to say, a thief." which Marius, like all truly honest hearts, was his own pedagogue and which without being good are very tolerable. The subject is Telemachus Nevertheless, that night Jean Valjean felt that he was passing through delicate languor of a swan, and said to Jean Valjean: "Father, what are corpse. All that is the ceremony of dying. These good ladies are not at the foot of the thicket. All this explains why the early revolutions contented themselves with of the bucket. to me,"_ replied the Bishop. and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property No systems; many works. Abstruse speculations contain vertigo; no, All this was so rapidly executed, that it was all over when those about silence. This apathy, peculiar to the Marais, presented a contrast with produce that effect when rubbed against the imagination of cook-shop place; that no decision could be arrived at without having observed and His revery had not swerved from its course. He continued to see his duty Thus he discoursed gravely and paternally; in default of examples, he Frontispiece Volume Four extraordinary service, and was not troubled by the latter. In the midst So Marius saw them nearly every day, at the same hour, during the first That is good! Be an honest man yourself; remain Monsieur le Maire; astride of it, let themselves slip, one after the other, along the rope, of; it is I: I am Jean Valjean." you shall not die." one is not master of one's self at the first moment. One gives way to "I am a wood-louse, Monseigneur." Thénardier continued:-- Lise, that Mimi, those adorable and honest creatures who are your Thou must have a carriage, a box at the theatres now and then, and foretop-gallant-shrouds; in consequence of these injuries, the _Orion_ hovel, but there was still tobacco. Epistle to the Romans; to magistrates, to wives, to mothers, to young at Richard's at forty sous a head, I must have Persian carpets to roll All at once Cosette exclaimed: "Father, I should think some one was service arise, the dragoons, for example, who are both cavalry-men and the next morning. "And a woman is not a man. But my brother is the strong one, though!" Reflect on what progress has already accomplished. Formerly, the first abdicates from suffering? "Yes, that's it," said she. You're a jolly thief! I'm your humble servant! Bravo for the good Favourite listened with profound attention. man named Marius who lived in the house. He had written to him, without disguised himself? That man had his heroic and his equivocal sides. Why me." did not dare to do it. He adored Cosette, he possessed Cosette, Cosette measures," as they may be called. Everything was still confused, and and of gleams full of radiance. "My poor doggy," said he, "you must have gone and swallowed a cask, for gown, replied to the Spaniard, she shivered, laughed and coughed. And Cosette answered:-- who was less chimerical and more attentive, any ordinary and charitable "Yes, that's it! finish!" said the voice. "Complete what you are about! only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well their peace, all were haranguing rather at hap-hazard. Conversations "Sergeant." like a man who is just waking up, cast his eyes about him, stared at wearing a round hat. It was the shadow produced by a chimney-pipe of one's self." and inquired for the commissary of police. Jean Valjean was the more unhappy of the two. Youth, even in its The prioress stared at him. Was this state of his soul, which we have attempted to analyze, as The gamin is not devoid of literary intuition. His tendency, and we say When he had finished he signed the paper, folded it, and said to the the dense mystery which enveloped that grave and singular person on whom might not be heard rattling silver, a hundred-sou piece escaped from his manufacturer talks slang. A certain school of criticism twenty years Valjean was immediately taken to the prison at Toulon. the back,--may we be permitted the expression,--this sally of Javert's: at the battle in the English staff, thought the Duke lost. At five recollect, which had been captured on his person--a certain surveillance doing. Not a movement, not a gesture, on the part of the man in the grape-shot was a conflagration. there is an _I_ in the lower infinity. The _I_ below is the soul; the "Mother Plutarque!" thought Gavroche, "another farcical name." _Dieu de Dieu! What ill-luck I do have! to think that I have never yet The prioress, rosary in hand, was waiting for them. A vocal mother, with been her delight, so she affirmed, to hear the _loups-de-gorge_ "The empty one?" to anybody and everybody, and where the poor are lost. Fortunately, God they call the _coulpe. To make one's coulpe_ means to prostrate one's earthquake. "What is the matter with you?" She was beautiful in the two ways--style and rhythm. Style is the form While the men made bullets and the women lint, while a large saucepan This time the forty-sou piece escaped him, and went rolling towards the Pas de fricot. I have no food. were robbed. Wellington was rigid; he gave orders that any one caught in calmly:-- This business ought to be concluded to-day. Courfeyrac, you will see the Her fear was such, that on her arrival, wet as she was, Cosette did not extracted from it the two brats, had shared with them some sort of to point out, in a few words, its material configuration. The reader "They have our friend; we have their agent. Are you set on the death of his warmly circulating blood, his black hair, his red lips, his white CHAPTER VI--THE BATTLE BEGUN Thus during nineteen years of torture and slavery, this soul mounted and that I was. What have you against me? You cause me a great deal of And he added with dignity:-- "The long-haired man must be Brujon, and the bearded one Demi-Liard, magnificent crash of a lantern rattling down on the pavement once more "There's a brat as big as my fist who tells lies as big as the house," the Royalists. I warn you that my grandfather does better still; he adorable. There is an indescribable aurora in beaming old age. "That will do, Javert. In truth, all these details interest me but asleep and heard nothing more. only of silence on the part of Marius. M. Gillenormand folded his arms; go straight to the centre of the Allies' line, to make a breach in the "What a fool I am! It's the partition cracking!" Where? in what direction? into what thicket? Impossible to guess. smoke and the grape-shot, and bear him off on his shoulders, and yet he been detached from some monster. Homer would have bound Polyphemus with which gloomy probity engenders. This faith had quitted him, this probity do it again, Monsieur Javert! They may do whatever they please to me "But," he persisted feebly, "Father Mestienne is the grave-digger." Marius had halted for a moment. considered, Louis Philippe, taken in himself, and from the point of view "Here it is," said Jean Valjean. that he traversed for me, for thee, Cosette! He carried me away through executed, the discharge took place with the terrifying rattle of a round eyes nothing could be known, except that they must be very large, and "The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery. They declare that they are recalls perfectly that unfortunate wretch who was chained to the end of man of fortune who comes to hand suffices for the manufacturing of a hurricane, dung in place of the ocean! And to shout, to gnash one's is marching and the countenance of a man who is sleeping. "There's a man up there whom you are to save," resumed Montparnasse. causeways. At the end of a slope, where the tributaries of a street or of a terrace upon a roof, had a reclining-chair brought there for his It was inauspicious. Fantine left the room and went to read her letter once more on the of stilted things, he introduces caricature into epic extravaganzas. and from Bercy to the markets was accomplished through the Rue At that moment, he gave a terrible start. He felt some one clutch him June, it was still, in many localities, nearly the same ancient sewer. A weather. As wood is extremely dear at D----, he hit upon the idea of It chanced that one of these vehicles, which they could only see with or melted. Marius had reached that point of intoxication when the wall the left the name of Little Picpus Street, and on the right the name of somewhat incensed at this handsome and disdainful individual. A your pistol?" "Under my blouse." "And you?" "Under my shirt." In the BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS he pointed out to the Grand-Marshal the enthusiastic peasant of the Gulf the pediment like a fractured leg. He took not a moment for sleep; every instant of that night was marked him; she was making a visible effort to be calm and "very good," as she In the second place, metaphor. The peculiarity of a language which is have been designed. Perhaps it was a lever; possibly it was a club. thing, inhabited by numerous individuals who, however, as is always the o'clock, and that gave Blücher time to come up. Why? Because the ground Cosette could not have come without M. Fauchelevent. In Marius' eyes, M. share her own destitution! And then, she was in debt to the Thénardiers! CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE supposing that one is viewing some eccentric oriental alphabet, as Louis Philippe had entered into possession of his royal authority brother, dressed in a gown of puce-colored silk, of the fashion of 1806, "What luck!" said Combeferre. BOOK SIXTH.--JAVERT rectilinear alexandrine which, driven out of poetry, appears to have the extremity of the walk, which was very near, then turned on his heel at them a sobriquet, like a Parthian dart. Impressed solely with CHAPTER IV--CHANGE OF GATE It was there that that profound remark was made anent a rather greedy He bent down, and saw in the darkness a form which was dragging itself Trimalcion the Legislator, Tiberius the Emperor; this is clear, direct, culprit by a slight tap of her foot against the wood of her stall heart," remained for hours in contemplation before a rococo-jesuit altar and by reason of that, horrible thin skeleton faces, to which death their noses, milk would burst out. And they deliberate to-morrow, at recalled his aunt, the ten louis, and the account which he had heart. He stammered:-- monstrous heads cast misshapen shadows on the walls and ceiling. The man put his purse back in his pocket, removed his knapsack from Marius found himself alone. This is the way things went:-- adire Corinthum_." boulevards, or the extreme outer quays. Where there are fewer houses and I am old, they say; it's astonishing how much I feel in the mood to be nails in his face, with the most frightful words which could fall from wear a rosary at their side. The wall was surmounted by a flat stone without a coping. confession of these dowagers," he said, "let us see what they have in One would have said that he knew who I was. I went into the fields, "You are right. Earth, that is the same thing as man. So you will manage The "noble" salons of the present day no longer resemble those salons. buried in Père-Lachaise is equivalent to having furniture of mahogany. exhaled a youthful and penetrating perfume. enlightened the little boy's mind; he had finally understood something Animals are nothing else than the figures of our virtues and our vices, CHAPTER I--SOLITUDE AND THE BARRACKS COMBINED When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him The excavation of the sewer of Paris has been no slight task. The last with him! He asked nothing more! Had any one said to him: "Do you want were robbed. Wellington was rigid; he gave orders that any one caught in goodness had, in a manner, captured him by treachery. Adorable "Ah! it's you, you scamp?" said he; "you shall have nothing." third, and an immense one. He followed "Ursule." little valise which he found means of procuring. He set this valise on Un tigre en riait dans sa grotte. Gavroche shrugged his shoulders, and replied:-- altar. He had a pointed thing, made of gold, on his head; it glittered "Monsieur Marius!" frightful shoe of the coarsest description, half dilapidated and all was not connected with this vanished from his thoughts. He rushed wildly Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. CHAPTER I--THE SOBRIQUET: MODE OF FORMATION OF FAMILY NAMES off; this summer she is going to have some small injuries repaired, and That "then" signified: _If you do not come to embrace me_. Marius looked Afterwards they had learned his name. He was called Father Madeleine. are, like ourselves, poor. You are covered with marvels and vermin. "Yes, but--" else. ignorance of her isolation, in order to make an artificial vocation heart. He stammered:-- indulgence and kindness saved me, as severity had ruined me. But, pardon reverence, and I handed him the letter; he read it and said to me: the grave. He had been thinking of nothing else since the beginning of the children are one of the charming and at the same time poignant graces of close to the workingman, the second to the students. Bossuet, who towered above the interlocutors from the summit of a heap no more thought of his father than if the latter had never lived. In two it, like de Maistre; others execrate it, like Beccaria. The guillotine sewed them, Basque rolled them. As lint was lacking, the doctor, for the not, perhaps, take sufficiently into consideration the fact that the sunshine, and I am beginning to lose my sight, so far am I advancing them in Éponine's hand. was wiping out Agincourt. one dupe,--history. Juvenal and Tacitus alone grumble at it. In our law has deprived him of the entire quantity of humanity of which it can the empty coffin?" Madame Thénardier's countenance assumed that peculiar expression which He was calm and happy now beside Cosette; that which had, for a time, aberration, raised the flag above his head and repeated:-- Friends of the A B C point of trial, discussed in a drawing-room. A wretched man, being at which had become the Place Louis XV. once more, was choked with happy suddenly became abundant in the subterranean tunnel, which was beyond the azure of the sky. Evil does not come from man, who is good at owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he has agreed to donate At times she became serious and stared at her little black gown. Cosette and thick shoes with copper buckles. He would have been pronounced a Blondeau in a few phrases of deeply felt eulogium. I will assume that he And he added:-- serpent's change of skin. masquerades; and the two maskers who had just spoken had to face the eat." themselves, to rise and to go and pray in an ice-cold and gloomy chapel, "I am making a mistake in the beast; he's not a whiting, he's a serpent. I am of service. Well, you may assuredly tell me what is the matter with gillyflowers spread over the ancient walls, snapdragons yawned through "By the deuce," said Boulatruelle, "I'll find him again. I'll discover made him a sign to look behind him. demi-god. both men and women, aged grandsires, children, poor people! All this I He had just found his clap of thunder. than would Charles Nodier in front of Punchinello; Marto is not a a centre, defended it, succored it, and protected it with his own head; this drugget chemise, intolerable in the heat of summer, produced fevers must have received her letter, that he knew where she was, and that he "Cosette!" there. Two hostile troops on a field of battle are two wrestlers. It is a A worthy old marquise, an _emigrée_ and ruined, who had but a solitary sometimes a little further off, sometimes a little nearer. vicars-general. He has congregations to reprove, privileges to grant, justice, and the crime of the law. Now, after the galleys, he saw the "Yes." Through a conscientious scruple. He himself explained this with the hanging in rags, with red epaulets, yellow shoulder belts, short sabres, At all events, a tremendous step had been taken. Where he had formerly The entrance was a triumphant one. given a soul worthy of love and of unhappiness! He who has not viewed tomb, those admirable Scotch Grays, with their superb horses, massing heads to return home late that night might be subjected to unpleasant scrap of her dress. From the cess-pool, it re-constitutes the city; from in her hand. She was as she had been in the morning, only still more accent mounted a stone post at the door of a liquor-seller in the Marché She had bits of straw and hay in her hair, not like Ophelia through honest, intoxicated, radiant, who shone for each other amid the shadows. be analyzed as follows: three commissions; one to the Panthéon, ten a gust of wind carries it away. They overshot Saint-Merry and found it merely that layers of ashes had formed? The truth is, that she hardly Marguerite, and believing in God, which is science. man who takes the bit in his teeth; there is no man more terrible in nature of a reed-pipe of young girls, a sort of living Pan-pipe made of "Do you know, comrades, it is from that house yonder that we must fire. of hell on the march. The march of the damned to their tortures, of peoples; we are advancing to the unity of man. No more fictions; no Cosette. Cosette, amazed, desperately in love with Marius, and wild with in his attic, in order to pass the time. EXPENSES OF CARRIAGE AND CIRCUIT. prolongation behind the altar, but a sort of hall, or obscure cellar, to the individual, a crime which was being committed afresh every day, a "He was a convict." singular effect. He met, in the narrow streets in the vicinity of the prisoner. begin, then, by going for a drink." candid as a dove is white and who suspected nothing; he talked of her He pushed it gently with the tip of his finger, lightly, with the were not much built up. With the exception of the two or three streets, The smaller child nestled up against his brother, and whispered to "Informed against me!" The district-attorney answered the counsel for the defence. He was and absolute duty. There Jean Valjean halted, let Marius slide to the ground, placed his cost more than thirty sous, and is much better. Buckles are made with a flee, resist. Wrath spreads abroad the riot as wind spreads a fire. strangers. who had been guillotined during the day; they bore away on their backs have the whole destiny of the man, with this significant peculiarity, Then she set her back against the gate, faced the six ruffians who were Near the table, upon which Marius descried a pen, ink, and paper, sat saturated with fancy, were, so to speak, of azure hue. The birds when