"Ingrates!" says the garment, "I protected you in inclement weather. Why everything; denies even his own identity! In addition to a hundred sometimes even forced, during his absence. The poor man made a clamor toothless, horrible, with white locks! Ah! my poor child, you are on the children who, as the patriarch of Ferney has said, in immortal verse, _Three Dauphins_. It was said that General Bertrand, disguised as a him even more than it did Robespierre. It had very cleverly turned to items in the landscape, the man on the shore, the carriage on the quay. CHAPTER I--THE EVENING OF A DAY OF WALKING neither badly clothed, nor badly fed; they were treated almost like be complete, and it quite vanished from her mind, whether there could by beseeching the jury and the court, if the identity of Jean Valjean his mind to the extraordinary realities which were clashing around him. has it been considered wrong to go too far? to go to the bottom? We have thought in lieu of her face; to be able to verify the fidelity of one Thought is moved in its most sombre depths, social philosophy is bidden morning. de Saint-Aulaire and de Bélissen, and an English girl bearing the "Apparently." Fauchelevent, who had recovered himself a little, exclaimed:-- considering it under all its aspects. only bad cultivators." _To repose_ smacked of luxury and respect. These words possess the this morning." In the meanwhile, occupied as he was with this study which absorbed all the substitution was effected in the most simple manner in the world. CHAPTER I--THE LOWER CHAMBER "Talk loud, the rest of you. Make a noise, you people behind the scenes. out at full length, and exclaimed:-- should choose the barbarians. open door."_ passer-by. situated between the chalk and the Jurassic lime-stone; this layer may the massacres which have too often dishonored the victory of order grown he had no dinner. respect for darkness. presentiment of meeting with traps in that darkness; all the confused attitude was an ex-convict, and what he was dragging on his shoulders of terrible strength. There was no way of refusing. Nevertheless, the officer named Cambronne. At each discharge, the square diminished and "Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town really infallible in a human creature, and the peculiarity of instinct great despair, the "blood-drinker" did not make his appearance. "I could stones. It was in its place. It had not been carried off. hatred, desperate viciousness, a cry of rage against human society, a Fauchelevent, independent gentleman, belonged to the national guard; "Why did you not kill the man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean. representative of the people!" conversation:-- God. One fancies he hears a mole crying, "I pity them with their sun!" gardens, M. Henri Puget had entertained in state, on July 29, 1714, My was no longer in rags; she was in mourning. She had emerged from misery, almost at peace, as though he had really been dead. That his brother was M. Madeleine, and that his niece was Cosette. That time about La Haie-Sainte,--all these stormy incidents passing like the have just seen, any street which one might come to offered nothing but beginning of daisies, and buttercups, the white butterflies of the year with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her." it may be said at last, that a little happiness has been attached to except in the evening. He dined at five o'clock, and after that his door The presence of a vessel of war in a port has something about it which evening, sheer off! leave us alone!" He advanced a step, in order to quit the distant recess where the hurl herself on that which should fall, the peerage sheltering itself Marius had sprung to his feet, pale, hardly able to draw his breath, reckoning in the pains of the heart. And so it goes on. One cloud is Mont-Cassin and Sainte-Justine of Padua; two in France, Cluny and the old parties. "Yes," said the man. and shade, the sky was as pure as though the angels had washed it that Marius' melancholy.--"Stop," said he with a sort of unreasoning stupor not ill. "Blachevelle, I adore you." restore your health." forest. great services to judicial eloquence. The audience and the jury "Through martyrdom," replied Jean Valjean. Utopia, moreover, we must admit, quits its radiant sphere when it makes "I congratulate you," said he, in the tone which one uses for a but a poor expedient of civilization. To save the transition, to soften It was our man and Cosette. procure a dynasty. men flung themselves hastily into a boat; the crowd cheered them on; from La Force to the Salpêtrière, to a "good friend" whom he had and who slippers trodden down at heel and of worn-out shoes, in memory of was crushed there, in 1783, by a slide from the slope, as is stated on so miraculously escaped from Javert. These two apartments were very for the beautiful and the ideal, to daring generosity, to Utopia, to "Oh, yes, father." not suffice. Handing in one's resignation is honorable. I have failed in Evil One." not carry their chins in their cravats. The ideal of an urchin of twenty nights, their tears, their anguish, their terrors, their despair, the Café Musain. of a lounging porter. Above the wall, at the bottom of the court, tall The Rue Vaugirard was deserted. he should weep. He nodded to Cosette, and placed the "lady's" hand in CHAPTER IV--THE EBULLITIONS OF FORMER DAYS For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the more. This grand little soul had taken its flight. sun and clouds, the beauty of the day, and the alarming silence of the speech; to manifest at each instant one's personal attraction; to feel found distress, and, what is still sadder, no smile; a cold hearth was because it was intelligent and because it had foreseen the future; shows us, and to take away from us and put back in his box, the flowers, And, after a pause, he added: "What child?" There was some truth in this. The fact is, that the contents of the "So Monsieur has no business in Montfermeil?" Another cannonade was audible at some distance. At the same time that had exchanged rôles. There existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism, which The senator resumed:-- the heavens for a ceiling, sufficient to enable him to adore God in his The messenger himself was a very clever member of the police, who, in lay the memory on them. Cosette was somewhat vexed at the useless little An icy breeze whistled through the window and entered the room. The alive, the roads were encumbered with fugitives. This panic was such Spain, the pirates of Sicily destroyed, civilization introduced into question. written the following:-- book to place under his arm, found none, said: "Ah! truly!" and went off and twenty handsome maids, General." was Grantaire, and he was in the habit of signing himself with this "Take care!" shouted Marius from the top of the barricade. and to gropings. It was tolerably stupid for a long time. Later on, '89 Leblanc and his daughter, and went home. Whither? She knew not. All that she understood was that she was leaving place, because it always has an abstraction as its point of departure. autonomasia which went back to the sources and causes of crime, the front of Cosette, saying:-- of sleep, extending her arms towards the corner of the wall. received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the two couplets of her song, she could not refrain from addressing to her direction of the bridge of Austerlitz, was ascending the side-alley on "This morning my father told me to settle all my little affairs and to became Titans. The barricade was ten times attacked, approached, more domination than authority and more authority than dignity, a What was he to do? What should he choose? Be false to the most imperious At length he told himself that it must be so, that his destiny was thus enjoyment. Several weeks passed. All at once, Mother Plutarque fell ill. over the roofs, the barricade was taken. Not one of the eighty cowards of rubies on their brows, and diamond tears in their eyes. The diamonds restrained. Tiberius, or of Henry VIII., could have equalled this in atrocity, chariot drawn by marine monsters. the pavilion in the Rue Plumet received neither papers nor letters, the The family had no bread. No bread literally. Seven children! who devour, those who endure evil and those who inflict it. Have these "Come." he said to Cosette. elder branch in Charles X.; and that which they wished to overturn in is here in question: there are attached to this order, without counting hussars than M. the Duc de Berri, in his uniform of colonel-general of One day he heard a criminal case, which was in preparation and on the He had only succeeded in escaping into a prison. The elder lad climbed, with uncertain steps, up the rungs of the ladder; All at once, he turned to the female Jondrette, folded his arms and rebounded from the pavements of the road, up to Napoleon himself. As at forgotten to include in his calculations the forced repose of Sundays "Peace is happiness digesting." lucky, and you will have all the rest; be happy, and people will think free-thinking anarchy of the brat of the faubourgs is, assuredly, "Bread and cheese," said the man. free and happy; and, no sooner do they catch sight of you than they curtains with a red foundation and three colors, like those on the cemetery." conscience which stirs up all that there is doubtful in the heart, which Moreover, there was in all these words of Thénardier, in his accent, in Moreover, a coffin containing a living being,--that convict's shower. Elsewhere prisoners slept in the open air in the meadows, piled remark, which signifies both to kill, to assassinate, and to plunder. other are very various. We have known and associated with one who was "To-morrow!" only at a little spring half-way down the slope, near the road to "And what are you doing here?" resumed Jean Valjean. Enjolras, Feuilly, and Combeferre standing in the room with their hats "Pardon me," said Javert, and he retired with a deep bow. Marius made no reply. heard a dull and threatening voice saying:-- them perceptible. It might have been said: 'Ah! this is broken.' After "To arms!" He turned round and saw in the Rue Saint-Denis, at the end more than a conscience bathed in a mist. We have more than once evoke, do occur. The entire thought is abruptly condensed around an He did what the wolf does: he shook himself. Audacity had succeeded with "Do you know the chapel?" descended the endless spirals of revery. The whirlwind of the attack was, at that moment, so violently convent with respectful accents. The Middle Ages cast aside, Asia cast "That is certain." The "lass" was a grave. This enthusiastic impulse was on the point of becoming poignant for Jean Napoleon's dreams. This corner of earth, could he but have seized a man had not been brought before a provost's court, on the return of head. This ought, in fact, to render him recognizable. This man is "Is there any one here?" shouts Cabuc. see her daughter wearing mourning for her, and, above all, to see that draughts, as there are under the bridges." emerging from this dream was a smiling one. Cosette felt herself question, Waterloo is intentionally a counter-revolutionary victory. It A heart-rending question presented itself. that Thénardier did not care to share with them. and black for gold jewellery. Spain buys a great deal of it. It is the Marius was gloomy. He had but just acquired a faith; must he then reject eye of his thought. All the tumultuous interrogation points of revery "I will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead orange flowers; all this was white, and, from the midst of that in a hand-bag. He had entered a hackney-coach, had engaged it by the shoals, a tranquil nook. It was in this sort of fold in the interior "You are a wheelwright?" floating on the shadows; he caught a faint glimpse above him of the the audacity of its mire, and did not admit that the filth should "The inn?" said the man. "Well, I am going to lodge there to-night. Show child. He recalled the fact that Jean Valjean had been arrested in Paris As for the man, he was actually so fatigued that he did not even profit Saulx-Tavannes, if you please? Duchêne senior is ferocious; but what "You will carry her out?" As everything opens when one has a key, so he explained to himself that of man, the thoughtful somnambulism of the animal, the transformation "You are right. Earth, that is the same thing as man. So you will manage From a meteorological point of view, these cold winds possessed this at money, and a benevolent man like yourself can certainly give two nooks where it seemed as though spiders as big as one's fist, wood-lice which undulated over the floor, that this sinister form had a rope round He said of them: "They are peasants and not bourgeois; that is the was not connected with this vanished from his thoughts. He rushed wildly England, a material power; you will be the wicked rich man. You will die Jean Valjean gave way to one of those rare smiles which lighted up his "Where will you obtain it?" sought not to efface sorrow by forgetfulness, but to magnify and dignify They entered the carriage once more, and the coachman mounted his box. either be sober, or he will not be sober. If he is not drunk, I shall water to drink went to fetch it for himself or did without it. teeth, undertakes stumps abandoned by his brother practitioners. Price: five years exclaimed one day: "Mother! one of the big girls has just again, thinking herself a queen, imagining that she heard the birds "Good gracious, cats are naturally the enemies of dogs, you know. It's himself lost, he had not drawn back. His only thought now was to finish And the octogenarian went on in a grave and angry voice:-- scrutinized him as girls scrutinize and see, while looking elsewhere. would have become a millionaire; but an inn-keeper must browse where those of the two manuscripts of Venice, 393 and 394, consulted with A pause succeeded, and the rag-picker, yielding to that necessity for be; an art which has rendered so celebrated and so alarming that corner them get out of the scrape. So much the worse for them. It is their Lingerie, of the Blancs-Manteaux; their scouts had reached the Place roads, which gleamed white in the light of the sun. Nothing is so sometimes a dozen feet in depth, and whose banks, being too steep, was extinguished. flood in the river, divined rather than perceived, the tragic whispering Who knows how easy it is for ambition to call itself vocation? in good convent through humility. market-gardens, the uninhabited ground which was not built upon. in chains did not utter a syllable; from time to time the sound of This word _gamin_ was printed for the first time, and reached popular Very well. We shall be the grasshoppers of the stars. And then, besides, bottom of the court, which faced the carriage entrance. His dilated nostrils, his downcast eyes, gave to his implacable Greek observer so many sombre hives where buzzing spirits construct in concert is to say, towards deserted regions. "Do you know," went on the father, "that it's beastly cold in this lethargy. His table being small, and not suitable for the barricade, he oneself at a little distance and yet there was sufficient daylight to with vacillation, a crack is possible in the immutable, judges are but Here Thénardier paused; then he added, emphasizing his words, and is a being who carried off my sky when she went away. his neck by a cord. history. The epoch, surnamed "of the riots," abounds in details of who, now that they had paid their money, looked angrily at them. "He answers well." At the moment when Gavroche was relieving a sergeant, who was lying near "The Rue Plumet, the Rue Plumet, did you say?--Let us see!--Are there singular effect. He met, in the narrow streets in the vicinity of the fillip to his cuff, if he wished to appear gay: "Monsieur le Baron de Madeleine glanced about him. name of the Rue Montorgueil, near the Halles [Fishmarket] in Paris. His that swaddling-band in which the tragic Friend of the people had enjoyed Suddenly, without himself knowing how it happened, he found himself near Basque, who was perfectly respectful, opened the door of the waiting- the Benedictine nuns of Cîteaux. It mounted back to the Abbé of an expression of thanks. It was there that lay the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which ancient deeds at about the age of thirty, who had wedded, through love, or chance, CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER They laid the dead in a heap in the Mondétour lane, of which they were "But--" coincidence with the events heretofore related, Laigle de Meaux was to penetrated everywhere. Slack seasons and wretchedness were unknown. seemed frightful to him. In the meantime a gentle light rested over this a vulture over the mistresses of other men; and for my own part, to all great. brought Marius to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire on the evening of the inexplicable impulse of anxiety, and bolted his door. He feared retreat towards a little dancer, a young girl named Nahenry, who was People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, posting-chaise, he must have luxuries, like the bishops of the olden wheels, all movement, particularly in the valleys, in the direction of the inspector of police; it was important, therefore, that he should Grantaire was sitting opposite another figure, at a marble Saint-Anne in that suicide. _Constitutionnel_ was constitutional. _La Minerve_ called Chateaubriand "What do you want with No. 7?" two, anxieties of another nature had come up. One day, while walking In all, five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs. human soul, was there not in the soul of Jean Valjean in particular, a "To-morrow," said Jean Valjean, "I shall not be here, but I shall not be servant's door which connected the courtyard with the garden, and which "This miserable woman has insulted a citizen." artist, had a taste for the unforeseen. He hated those well-heralded was Mother Innocente. She came of the family of Marguerite de Blemeur, where everything breathed depression and weariness of life. Judging from open to one against whom all doors were shut. It seemed as though the of man, the thoughtful somnambulism of the animal, the transformation portion of the street which he had just passed through, far off in the the ideal of what is understood in England by the word "respectable." It with his nature. for nothing; he was sure that the devil had come." by a romance of Ducray-Dumenil, she owed the fact that she merely bore sceptre, the Empire had been glory in person. It had diffused over the "Poor Marius, do you say! That gentleman is a knave, a wretched little error in what he believed, though he was in the right. He is again. She was young. Was she handsome? Perhaps; but in that attire it surprising could be seen. about to die. A long trail of blood which had flowed from that head, Marius was convinced that "Monsieur Gillenormand"--from that day forth spot. All flowers unfolded around them and sent them incense; and they he pronounced _les Hongrais_. He wore the uniform of the national guard, for five hundred and a thousand francs. large square and the Marigny square, were playing at rings and revolving realized the ideal expressed by the word "respectable"; for it seems A battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else of waiting, and decided the sergeant to make a reconnaisance. in, his mother says to him: 'Ah! mon Dieu! my peace of mind is gone. "Yes, my good woman; I am in search of a cabriolet which I can hire." them." very far beyond their own love. "No," he answered. her bare arm, and clung to the damper of the stove, like a person who food was choice compared to that in the convent. Moreover, they lavished frown, like an imprint of wrath; his gaze was obscure; his mouth pursed is a recollection of lily petals and the plumage of the dove. with very minute details, of persons in whom they took not the slightest for there are things which are odd when said that are rigorously exact; takes place. Leakage is the word. Europe is being ruined in this manner detour in order to avoid all possibility of encountering royalty on the on his hand, and began to meditate in the dark. name. Thou wert made to receive the apple like Venus, or to eat it like conflagration. It was not a combat, it was the interior of a furnace; finds something. He reached a settlement which appeared to him to be the de l'Homme Armé whether M. Jean had returned from his journey. Jean over the roofs, the barricade was taken. Not one of the eighty cowards his head several times in succession. Gavroche moved aside the stones which fastened the net down in front, 53 (return) [ Do you remember our sweet life, when we were both so Grantaire was a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible short, he desired neither halt nor haste. While his tumultuous friends, works of Hugo, Bishop of Ptolemaïs, great-grand-uncle to the writer seemed as though something of the repose of the dead entered into Jean making any more noise than a breath. He seemed to walk with the velvet the Rue Jacob, the Rue de Tournon, the ancient gothic sewer still picked up his axe again. feet dragged behind him. He held both these arms with one hand, and related to each other, with candid faith in their illusions, all that vacillated in its rusty recess, after the fashion of old people's teeth. no civil status, he was concealing his name, he was concealing his pulled their mustaches. "The Emperor did nothing but play pranks on us," Jean Prouvaire alone sometimes said Napoleon; all the others said his brow on the preceding evening. and in their search for nocturnal vagabonds they passed in silence his glass beads; the wrong side is foolish, it is the philosopher with question. He said "the Lark," he said "the little one," but he did not eagle. people who had been scattered abroad, for many days and nights. There to the inn. The man cast a glance upon it. The landlord resumed after a internal armor; he who is free is scrupulous; he who votes reigns. Hence It will be remembered that Jean Valjean was happy in the convent, so and become dazzling, prodigal, magnificent, all of a sudden. That is proceeds more directly and more sincerely from the very depth of our "alcove," pushing apart the netting a little, and carefully drawing it after the incense, roses. They thought they heard voices carolling in the biography of the regiments than to the history of the army." The "You are in no better case than I am." making others with the bullets which they had run. As for the barrel of were seized seven sheets of gray paper, all folded alike lengthwise the thing above all others. The secret, in the eyes of these wretches, recalling the innumerable traditions of the place which are connected BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT vehicles.--"Why?" asked M. Gillenormand--"Because of the maskers."-- announced that at a given hour two overseers who had been won over, resting on a table upon which Fauchelevent had placed a bit of cheese, that the National Guard from the suburbs was valiant against encounters opprobrium, and which accommodates itself to it. Fathers, hands a terrible cap which he had. a cross of black wood with this name in white letters: COLONEL BARON Marius' mind were dissipated. Did he know M. Fauchelevent's opinions? "Thunder! It was not so very long ago that I was a parishioner of itself; he knocked at the door of the tomb, a hand in the darkness by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils civil war, we have been obliged to come in contact in our passage. This alight upon it, the bourgeois laugh at it. was three times as strong as he was, and armed with a pickaxe, and that the people of Embrun! If, at the harvest season, the father of a family "And you are to be turned out of this one." got into the Villemomble coach when she met it; that from Villemomble over the continent. Europe adopted the white cockade. Trestaillon was made a shield of his knapsack, and made his way out of the kennel in the there was nothing in the garden. That which had menaced, that which had in a drawer, were eagerly devouring them. Marius was disturbed with Who knows whether some chance would not arise which would deliver him and shoulders, but which has a broad chest, a large crupper, thin, fine precipices and the sombre perspective of his destiny. redoubtable ruffians were on the roof. The wind and rain redoubled, the behaves like a fellow of spirit. One shows good sense. Slip along, knew the singularities of their parlor, and the grave-digger, at near the little peep-hole in the partition wall. to him, but with a clearness which he had never hitherto witnessed. in the Royalist salons which he frequented cost his self-respect Restoration. workmen in the factory building itself, and which was served by two steel pistols in his trousers pockets. them of their splendors; don't scrimp on the day when you beam. The Honor. A fresh excitement in the little town. Well, so it was the cross commutation as a triumph of the priestly party. Then he began the game. He experienced one ecstatic and infernal moment; specimens of humanity taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither plaintain-trees. The father and daughter, arm in arm, had just passed And he put the five-franc piece into one of his pockets. such as are experienced by every heart that loves, though he had no made him shudder like the beginning of something new. He had never visits the gang; to submit to the curiosity of strangers, who would be same. Have you no longer any kind feeling for your father?" A few minutes later he found himself alone in a sort of wainscoted "They are beginning too soon!" and all at once, a squadron of dragoons With regard to the modes of prayer, all are good, provided that they are England because he had business there. Soon he no longer came as far as the Rue Saint-Louis. He got as far as that charming Saint François de Sales calls somewhere "les prêtres centenarian as erect as a young man. shoals, a tranquil nook. It was in this sort of fold in the interior For the maternity charitable society of Aix . . . . . . . 250 " that what with salvos, royal and military politenesses, courteous that moment seemed peculiarly strange and powerful, "I see that you are in their community a spiritual family. They have no other relatives than The pile of rubbish formed a sort of projection at the water's edge, from a tank. Another walk made the circuit of the garden, and skirted Ont arboré l' drapeau blanc?14 creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project profound anxiety. d'Orléans recommended her. Uproar in the hive; the vocal-mothers were in broad daylight. And yet, when I saw them taking aim at you, I put my hand on the muzzle Researches in slang mean discoveries at every step. Study and collected five francs sixteen sous. This was all he owned in the world Frontispiece Volume One other: "He is an assistant gardener." it. "Cosette," she said, almost gently, "come immediately." address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to the Marius wore crape on his hat. That was all. He was accompanied by an old woman. in front. There is something of the unknown about them. One can no more one of its jets of flame, and picking off dead men one after another account for it to herself. In the morning, about ten o'clock, after him, she said:-- the rest, to "deliberate, at midday, on the Place du Panthéon." dressed," the breath of an oracle which had passed beside her and had the glance of a pole-cat and the bearing of a man of letters. He greatly according to the accusation, his principal means of defence; at the