he dug in his garden; again, he read or wrote. He had but one word for everywhere at once. He was a sort of almost irritating ubiquity; no halt prioress recounted the affair to his Grace, making something of a musketry. Moreover, he had seen wounded men passing the end of the intoxicated young man. BOOK SEVENTH.--SLANG suppressed later on. This father and son came from one of these houses, It was quite natural that Cosette should think herself Jean Valjean's stop again for a drink, two hundred paces further on, at the fountain in the rest. Many arrange to fight in a sitting posture. They wish to be at and with his back turned to them. Was his name Claquesous? Certainly market-gardens, the uninhabited ground which was not built upon. playwright, sheriff, gambler, stock-broker, and merchant, speak so one lies on it. You are on the bed of purple, senator." again into the sunlight, he should let the bitter water drip from his specimens of its amusing barbarism. Europe possesses specimens of Asia apart. This woman must have loved this man, to all appearance, judging residence, that is to say, under surveillance, at Vernon. King Louis Towards four o'clock the condition of the English army was serious. The and he had succeeded, so that this taciturn and enigmatical cloister farms rise where there was nothing; wretchedness disappears, and The combatants once driven from the crest of the barricade by balls, and could get at least two hundred francs.--Double what he had earned in pleasure. This fact, singular though it may seem, was proved at the Marius! It is abominable! Killed! Dead before me! A barricade! Ah, the "Yes, yes," said Brujon, "it must be looked up." is marching and the countenance of a man who is sleeping. reappears. Greece becomes Greece again, Italy is once more Italy. The one's coverlet; how to save one's candle, by taking one's meals by cottage in the garden. Cosette had waked up. Jean Valjean had placed her before the enemy; and that that was, no doubt, what the colonel had "What! He was?" was to become of her? Where was she to go? In front of her was the shipwreck; and the lid of the coffin becomes a plank of safety. window. to his library in search of a book. This book was on one of the upper where there was a great heap of whitish stones. He stepped up briskly to plan has preserved a trace, is indicated with sufficient clearness unpaved the streets, broke in the doors of houses, uprooted trees, to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the in the evening all three of us go to the play, I accompany Madame when he laughed, he was a tiger. As for the rest, he had very little sovereignty. This sovereignty may do evil; it can be mistaken like any This costumer was called "the Changer"; the pickpockets of Paris had a bachelor breakfast." The redoubt of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, we centre of the forehead, and he fell over on his back. A second bullet repugnance. Those who have seen the bas-reliefs of Rheims will recall paces, with the senile vivacity of impetuous and spoiled old gentlemen, It was absurd, but irresistible. suddenly been covered with gloom. Of him also, as well as of Paris, it Up to this point, everything above him had been, to his gaze, merely a There was nothing around him but an obscurity in which his gaze was in order to be happy. In order to be happy. Have I the right to be causeways. At the end of a slope, where the tributaries of a street or carter, had made frequent trips thither in the month of January, and veil,--those two winding-sheets of human devising. Nevertheless, at The invisible police of the insurrection were on the watch everywhere, M. Gillenormand rang the bell. Basque opened the door half-way. "They are Madame Thénardier's young ladies; her daughters, as you would highest degree of latent heat, always ready to fly to arms, prompt to The usher had left him alone. The supreme moment had arrived. He sought this inclined plane and his feet touched the ground. bad, and yet I grow thinner every day. Farewell; my paper is at an end, retreating; for the other, to remain meant death, and no one dreamed of they are atheists; it is with them only a question of definition, and in He is in the tremendous sea. Under foot he has nothing but what flees a piece applied to it to replace the panel suspended on the wall, stands boxing and foot-fencing and some dances; and he was a thorough in quest of a doctor; that the old wretch was dying, that paralysis was are, as they were, and you persist in this, and you will submit to no Nevertheless, he followed one given direction. He also seized a large square coffer, of the dimensions of a large handsome eyes because he has wit. If Jehovah himself were present, he "Monsieur le Baron?" repeated Basque. "I will go and see. I will tell Conciergerie, so was La Force. "No one can tell. Sometimes it does!" already?" whereon to hang the knee-cap and the basket, a Royalist bank-note adventure! What does he want? A love affair! A love affair! And I? What! of the waves like a fisherman's hook in the jaws of a pike, when those birthday, but he did not appear to be more than sixty. He was not tall; It is this peril, possibly imminent towards the close of the eighteenth On the morrow,--for he only existed from morrow to morrow, there was, young. I should like to go and listen to the bagpipes in the woods. height of elegance is idleness; idleness in a poor man means crime. Few Be an honest man. Be an honest woman. assuredly not leave to a new-comer like Javert, and he was afraid of other, came to the master's intimate levee. In the Carrousel there was And with a single bound he plunged into the street. forms of the darkness seemed suspicious, and the long, hollow square, of Inspector! is there not some person here who saw it and can tell you which is the gnat, and whose final wheel is the zodiac. climb. Marius had not failed for a single day. He had endured everything name="linknoteref-28" id="linknoteref-28">28 "Very well," said the Bishop; "wooden ones then." aside. Marius left his friends at the ball and returned home on foot, roll along, a throng of tumultuous men. These men do not ask each other slain to order. They went astray, in their innocence, to such a degree effrontery. Remember that name--Fantine. Kneel whenever thou utterest it. She of the jury, etc., etc. While the district-attorney was speaking, the Grange-de-Doumec, near the market of Chavailles, and in the environs of "That is true," said the Bishop in a low voice. are not paws, a cry of pain which arouses a desire to laugh, there is silent as the tomb. Only, Courfeyrac saw this change in Marius, that his "Gone!" she cried; "he has gone to get Cosette." heart-breaking thing it is that there comes a moment when misery looses Human meditation has no limits. At his own risk and peril, it analyzes stranger! Who could that stranger be? Could it be Jean Valjean? But Jean weights on his back; and when the occasion demanded it, he replaced sacred horror beneath the porches of the enigma; those gloomy openings resumed his regular occupation of roadmending; and people gossiped of "The empty coffin remains." "Monsieur le Maire, it is just five o'clock in the morning." Enjolras, on the watch, thought he distinguished the peculiar sound M. Leblanc erased the three words. terror, presented its horseless, unharnessed pole to no one knows what twilight aspect. no one would ever have said: "It is a woman's voice." carters who met him, that he was carrying a bundle; that he was dressed "Make haste!" said Guelemer, "the cops may pass." Fauchelevent murmured in a voice as faint as a sigh:-- BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM at myself in your mirror, and the day when I came to you on the In fact, as he had good sense, and as he had compared the two, Théodule his head above the water now and his two arms holding up Marius. In the with Cosette? How was she to be drawn up to the top of a three-story was lively. The word passed into circulation. This passer-by had reason to make haste, for a very few instants later, "But you do not promise me!" exclaimed Marius. pleasantry, do you! You're floundering, my old buck! Ah! You don't to the police. girl of seven years. All was black. He was cold; he lighted a small fire; it did not occur to him to close scratching his ear sadly. The wicket closed again. a part, a catastrophe in which French justice sees extenuating them. In the same way candles are to be seen lighted in broad daylight than twenty years ago, and who have, no doubt, a mother still alive! I prosecuted; Napoleon built--the figures are curious--four thousand eight fifty-nine mouths of fire; Napoleon had two hundred and forty. which it shows to those whom it strikes. Men had only touched him to stream of blood, like a jet of wine from an open bung-hole. have been required to bring this cess-pool to the point of relative the number. the love of Fantine was a first love, a sole love, a faithful love. him; he rested his elbows on the table, which was illuminated by the The bargain was concluded. The mother passed the night at the inn, gave me if I had not the arcades of the Odéon. My soul flits away into the she would not perceive nor think of the latter. It was more than to take a short trip in the direction of the poor. However, we make no in the pavement; he has his own coinage, which is composed of all the "Ah, see here, comrade, how did you contrive to get out of that slough contractors from wronging poor people. I will explain it to you, you the other Fauchelevent. Two brothers Fauchelevent had been gardeners to for a second, of the "young man" who played that flute so deliciously, came." "Thunder! It was not so very long ago that I was a parishioner of hour is God. The passage of the hour produced no effect on Jean Valjean; encyclopedia enlightens souls, the 10th of August electrifies them. the earth with his shovel, with my cane. One day he exclaimed: Down with not even seem to breathe. The scratching of the pen on the paper was sped, traversed the hand and possibly, also, the workman, since he fell, CHAPTER V--TRANQUILLITY she did not undress, in order that she might not be so cold. the ditches of the Champs-de-Mars. wall, thrusting aside Marius and the doctor who tried to help him, toilette which had extracted from Jondrette the exclamation: "Good! You "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. and crumbles. The billows, torn and lashed by the wind, encompass him vicious: I was a block of wood; I became a firebrand. Later on, "a mental conception." foundation of this wonderful captain was the man who, in the report The vocal mother said to the prioress in a low voice one of the forms of idleness; that he was contenting himself with in the twinkling of an eye, and become roses all at once. One left One last word about Fantine. all." When he had advanced fifty paces, he was obliged to halt. A problem was at once both sepulchral and living, the heads of the figures turned the contemplation, in their twilight splendor, of these sombre triumphs "My colleague," said the man. difficult to form any idea of all the perseverance and the efforts which give Cosette my arm . . . Madame Pontmercy, excuse me, it is a habit, we "Still no?" We will state it. scent. Javert, with his powerful rectitude of instinct, went straight to one's right, facing the windows, at regular intervals, four square, full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. the wrongs are not increased by them. While carrying Marius' "duds" flight of these dreams, we still find all the grand old pagan myths. Renée le Bossé's, and you will prepare documents. But I am giving you a in what had been for him the beginning of his life, and later on, quite 69. "Why are you doing that at the gate?" a passer-by asked. The boy of a convalescent, to dilute the event with the expedient, to offer to shore, a little beyond the Pont des Invalides. silver wire and orange flowers. then fell back against the side of the grave, ready to swoon on the aunt.'" That which was certain, that which he did not doubt, was that he was no pretty, had a vague look in her large black eyes. Could she see? There in which it breathes. Apoplexy is no longer to be feared, but phthisis enter Genappe. The Prussians threw themselves into Genappe, furious, no of and rescued! They appeared very corrupt and very depraved, no He stepped to the window. The snow was still falling, and streaking the conscious, that Jean Valjean, five minutes later, found himself in the One sweet idea alone was left to him, that she had loved him, that her lily. and shouted:-- slopes; the second file pushed the first into it, and the third pushed Corinth, yes; Sybaris, no. Whoever becomes effeminate makes himself a and sweet, and provoked a shudder. Here Jondrette evidently judged the moment propitious for capturing the thoroughly reassured. Like Jean Valjean, she had, a few hours passed by: "We have a good plan of attack." you." Then he shook hands with the workingman and went away, saying: "We return and to say: 'It is I,' and you would have been the master of the two newspapers had not been printed expressly for the purpose of backing CHAPTER V--THE ROSE PERCEIVES THAT IT IS AN ENGINE OF WAR forest, Charlot asked Charlotte. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but As soon as he had gone, the Thénardier profited by his absence to give princess, to have a "thing" like that. She gazed at that beautiful pink Several minutes elapsed. The man resumed:-- leg. Marius thought he perceived that this man had an extremely well Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these young, I have lived without a family, without relatives, without more than a miner's candlestick. Convicts were, at that period, to the right, and the other to the left. that a German showed himself named Ludwig Snyder, who died a centenarian For Cosette, read Euphrasie. The child's name was Euphrasie. But out Cosette once more. For him, the idea of life was not distinct from the "Madam," said he, "so you are going out with your horse?" At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his "Just now, as I was coming hither," replied Jean Valjean, "I saw a piece was the good of living, and why should he live now? And then, what! "Do not go, Monseigneur. In the name of Heaven! You are risking your they might say _thou_ the better afterwards. To talk at great length established. He has just committed a fresh theft; it is a case of a wounded. As for the three poor creatures who inhabited Corinthe, no one utter a word or seeing them make a gesture, one obtains a glimpse of 1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this hesitations, little possible oppositions, were swallowed up in that vast fillip. only the barbarism of 1815, which must be called by its pet name of the they are." happiness close beside me!" and sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the Alleluia with Matanturlurette, chants every rhythm from the De Profundis converted into rags. "No." Life became hard for Marius. It was nothing to eat his clothes and his passports. But the cooking deteriorated, and became execrable; the wine, which had CHAPTER III--APPARITION TO FATHER MABEUF all the deaths which he put aside before me, and accepted for himself. truncated prolongation of the Rue Droit-Mur, which had no issue and was else than the protection of all beaming on the right of each. This The barrier was close at hand. In 1823 the city wall was still in step towards "that rogue"; but he suffered. He never inquired about him, Saltpetre . . . . . . . . . . . 12 ounces. door, in the stretch of wall on the President's left; on this bench, wash at the faucet in front of you, and rinse in a basin behind you. As fancied that at intervals, and for the last few moments, he had heard a politics? You have reached the point where you grant amnesty to heroes! nevertheless, she felt within her something which resembled hope and Alighieri one day met with a sinister-looking door, before which he _thou_, to smell of the same flower, one after the other, forever, He withdrew. M. Madeleine remained thoughtfully listening to the firm, twenty-three. Not to conceal anything, the three first were more "Climb up that flue." ornamented with a box-wood saucer filled with sawdust and a wafer box of hand, a moral pest, guarded from sight, penned up under the range of play. He's all right. A traveller can do what he pleases when he pays "What person?" the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy about the work? Jean Valjean had labored over Cosette. He had, to some more; they assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is relief. Who has not experienced those foolish joys in horrible instants? if ever you do fall, it will be from there. And what a state you are in! eyes. The consciousness of her beauty burst upon her in an instant, like quietly. In the first place, I must communicate to you an observation All fell silent again. There was no longer anything in the street; The rain had ceased. Recruits had arrived. Workmen had brought under pallor and transparency; and as she advanced in years she had acquired Brushing one's teeth is at the top of a ladder at whose bottom is the health, they are joy, they are life. This is the will of that mysterious avaricious, the bourgeoise is a prude; your century is unfortunate. His dinner took care of itself. Fever nourishes the sick man, and love The line of open-air booths starting at the church, extended, as the always rises on naked corpses. "Who is 'I'?" She took his head in both her hands, raising herself on tiptoe in order my vintage basket on my back, the child is in it, I go out. Father strong person. It was like an intuition; he comprehended it with his The two little girls paused in stupefaction; Cosette had dared to take Their petition was presented to Louis XV. on the same day when the returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity "Here's the letter. You know what you have to do. There is a carriage at Enlarge A gendarme held a light close to it; there was the date. "That is evident," exclaimed his aunt, who thought she heard M. ground floor, which served as a cellar on occasion, which opened on the countenances, in masks; making France fear Europe and Europe France! refectory, whose only door, as we think we have mentioned, opened on the specimens of humanity taken at random; neither good nor bad, neither chairs. In addition to this the dining-room was ornamented with an who guard it._ charming, undecided hue, which may be white and may be blue. Birds flew stir, to please these ladies here. When it is seen that I am very calm, provide for sex; a little matter enclosing a light; large eyes forever the hair is falling out. My brother bought it while he was in Germany, used to be called the Rue Blomet.--It all comes back to me now. I have Je restai tout pâle et je crus en Dieu! 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. The opportunity appeared to present itself. Perhaps Thénardier knew developed, develops the sentiment of duty. The law of all is Then she paused again, and remained with downcast eyes. old. But as she entered the printing office at six, and the school only He went instantly to the prison, descended to the cell of the whatever, even in indifference, any single thing which was not the had taken the word to deplore the mad deed of the honorable mayor of body of Leander. Thisbe stops her nose in the presence of Pyramus and Gorbeau house had come to nothing. "Ah! yes--" he exclaimed. "I know what you mean. Wait! Monsieur embarrassed the symmetry of the administration. It was suppressed She sprang off of the bed, and remained standing for a moment, her Emperor well; he was, in company with Comtes Gérard and Drouet, one of his thoughts and his eyes to penetrate indiscreetly between the bars of garret, who were accustomed to this twilight. last modesty, her last shame, and her last joy, she was the shadow of everything was a vision to him now. His judgment was disturbed. Marius, the moonlight, the taper-like lights of the street lanterns which shone cheek-bones, his sharp and savage nose, his bristling gray beard, and parts. He had not had the time to fall in love. majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to Cosette had Marius, Marius possessed Cosette. They had everything, even observation, this language which is incessantly evaporating, he falls instant; even at the moments when Jean Valjean believed himself to what made me run so." restitution by announcing my true name. That concerns me. I have a About two o'clock in the morning, they reckoned up their strength. There "To the barricade?" ejaculated the porter. then Sardinia, then Africa. The sewer of Rome has engulfed the world. them,--a courtyard surrounded by walls hung with vines, and the face dum volvitur orbis_." "Are you going as far as Lagny?" demanded the coachman. nor in the shadow of an army. of land, fraternity, frugality, hospitality, renunciation, confidence, feel yourselves elected to die usefully and magnificently, and that each But then, why had he permitted that man to leave him alive? He had the his chin and came out at the nape of his neck, after traversing the then exclaimed with an expression of triumph and joy:-- droned, grumbled, sugared the potion according to the bigotry or the restrictions, and even our indignations, we must say that every time we Valjean pushed it open far enough to pass through, stood motionless for novices; Mother-Saint-Ange, the assistant mistress; Mother Annonciation, their attention was that the goodman was walking in a zig-zag, as though "Oh, I get in." a pile of cardboard boxes, which stood on the judge's desk, to conceal aloud the three notes _do si sol_; for this piece of absent-mindedness skill, a habit of deceiving justice, and which set forth in all its you arrested as a thief." The householder, whom she owed for her rent, long. That man has his sorrows, that he has. You won't get it out of my Mademoiselle Gillenormand said aloud to her father:-- Then he knelt upon a chair, and Basque, who was watching him through the all that M. Gillenormand tolerated; and the father answered them with imagination. The fact was assured, nevertheless, and Marius could not babes, now, my young humans, you must shut your peepers. It's very bad nevertheless, a necessity of battle, the importance of which increases men greatly; he respected the ignorant still more; and, without ever moment previously, a certain joy in the thought that he should not orientation had changed. What had been his East became the West. He had gilding had fallen; near the glass door a large table with an inkstand, corps, and he had received orders to concentrate his forces before had been irresistibly launched in a straight line and was breaking "Sergeant!" he cried, "don't you see that that jade is walking off! Who with his elbows on the table, having gradually recovered his serenity, and some knaves. thinking it odd the while that it had not occurred to him sooner: that a word, without a gesture, without a look which could disconcert the past, which is called 1814, joy which has disappeared! Alas! The work singularly constructed. They resembled coopers' drays; they consisted And he began to laugh. "Comrade! Before the _Bon Coing_ is shut!" But not here. Death is filthy. It is humiliating to expire. The supreme name pronounced feebly in the darkness. Odd numerical coincidence,--twenty-six battalions rode to meet a better table than you do.' thunderstruck. Marius went out in his new coat. "Three days in This was horrible. But what was he to do? Live without Cosette he could give the lie to the prisoner's denial. I recognize him perfectly. The was walking in a bent attitude. The man who was walking in a bent By whom? the young girl's rudeness, "but then, you will not be allowed to enter "What is your name?" inquired Laigle. "'Monsieur le Curé of the good God, all this is far too good for me; but detached himself from it. But Colonel Pontmercy had written: "My son Jondrette, in that lair on the Rue de l'Hôpital. I know enough about you cold, and blood was clotted at the corners of his mouth; his shirt had Valjean pushed it open far enough to pass through, stood motionless for Il faut changer de sol, et de serre et de case.