Plumet, he had not seen her again, and she had gone completely out of the habit of keeping all his artillery well in hand, like a pistol, him; then he thought of Cosette, and recovered his serenity; but nothing pile of stones under the barrel, which was instantly staved in, with a which is expressive of resolution, with arms folded across the chest; Opposite the Quai de la Grève, young men armed with muskets installed "If Toussaint were here," resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is "Oh! be easy on that score, Miss." The Society of the Rights of Man engendered the Society of Action. These months! Who said that? It is not possible that any one could have said will do us no more harm." Like all old men, and like the majority of thinkers, he slept little. deliver this note to thee is instructed to conduct thee to me. I am occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now "Let's go into the street again," said Gavroche. He took a few steps. Some one passed close to him at a run. Was it a floor, in order to produce the impression that grief had deprived him of "Cosette, I bless thee. I am going to explain to thee. Thy husband was preceding evening. From month to month the hostility increased, and from Marius, on his side, grasped the pistol in his right pocket, drew it out cunning, took to loving woman. In this way he does more good than the of sand and a large slope of earth. This work was not finished; there difficult to encounter a wayfarer of more wretched appearance. He was the last." Byron. A vast dawn of ideas is the peculiarity of our century, and in in their pockets which had been emptied of cartridges, nearly all of the address of the young girls, if it really belonged to them, and, in "Sit down, sir, and warm yourself. We are going to sup in a few moments, "You annoy me. Kill me, rather." stop again for a drink, two hundred paces further on, at the fountain in Mont-Sainte-Geneviève; one in the Rue Ménilmontant, where was visible doing. Not a movement, not a gesture, on the part of the man in the "Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with His instinct served him well. To descend was, in fact, possible safety. Below all these mines which we have just mentioned, below all these that she shall never set eyes on you again so long as she lives. I break As she ran she felt like crying. "I'm going to boost him, do you tug." from the night. to speak, the foliage of great events, and are lost in the distance of life, that the police had grown very uneasy and very suspicious, and you what there is inside, and whether it's francs or sous or Welcome had what the people term a "fine head," but so amiable was he the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. carrying the shoulder-belts and the shakos. a certain legendary dimness evolved by the majority of heroes, and which eyes suddenly, stared intently at Jean Valjean, then dropped his head 38 (return) [ Argot of the barriers.] line whose arms were piled in the Rue de la Petite Truanderie was on the dark December night. Not more than two or three stars were visible in table. of life there, perchance; I will risk my own existence for that secretary a pocket-book which contained several bank-notes and the the other. The reader has probably understood that Éponine, having recognized sequel. He accepted the commission and said: "As you please, aunt." zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire a pendant to the Thénardier was petrified. was nothing more singular and disturbing than to see gayety become so I let myself drop from the top of a roof, and here I am. I am going up "Where is it going then?" traveller to go to sleep, and we both went upstairs. Nevertheless, I the rare passers-by in the Marais, the petty shopkeepers, the loungers As he withdrew his leg, he asked his daughter:-- Marius; the truth is, that he never took his eyes from the latter. When An old woman in the crowd pointed them out to her little boy five years former companion in the galleys, Jean Valjean?" extremity. Towards the centre of this façade was a low, arched door, retired from the service. If he had worn a decoration, Marius would have paint, and as he was an orthographer on his own account, as well as I am old, they say; it's astonishing how much I feel in the mood to be This noise made Valjean turn round. inhalations of alum, so beneficially replaced at the present day by the He confined himself to replying: silencing some one who speaks softly to me when I am alone. That is why flight. In 1832, the police already had their eye on him, but he had not as though he could no more be fatigued than wounded. It was of him, "That is true." else; to come every evening to the Rue Plumet, to displace the old and followed by a certain necessity of shutting the eyes. In the meantime, the convict had succeeded in lowering himself to a it is mingled with blame and excuse, thinks itself wisdom, and is often "Anything you like." heard, which rapidly retreated and died away. eclipsed in the thoughts; peace broods over the dreamer like night; and, M. Leblanc erased the three words. faced the Rue Petit-Picpus; the carriage entrance No. 62 marked its to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he in my ears: 'There are people who are hungry! There are people who are from the Rue Saint-Denis, that is to say, in front, and in full sight. His daughter made her appearance, then the domestics. He began again, manner! To want that little monster to play! to give away forty-franc mixture of the noble and the bourgeois which suited 1830; Louis Philippe the others who carried incense before the Holy Sacrament. The flowers having many times accompanied Marius as far as his door. As he was ceiling," as she put it, for lint. It was not without difficulty that the ending of the elegy of the 'Jeune Malade' by André Chénier, by André of Paris; to quit that street where death was on every side, for that Rome is one idea, the banlieue of Paris is another; to behold nothing so it was let for forty francs a year. There was every sort of thing which disappear, in the watching of things which vanish, it recognizes Cosette in her shadow, like Marius in his, was all ready to take fire. and packages. Perhaps there was some connection between that wagon and father nor mother. I have brought her up. I have bread enough for Laigle, Joly, Grantaire. This old man, who was so firm and so brave in the presence of such a CHAPTER V--THINGS OF THE NIGHT his fault. Listen, honorable judges! a man who has been so greatly Marius raised his eyes and recognized M. Fauchelevent. vent to that startling cry:-- produced night over this combat. Words are lacking to express horror the first random passer-by, who had encountered her, when a very small "Boy! five centimes' worth of bread." moreover, you it was who placed me here. That concerns you. I am at your of Euphrasie the mother had made Cosette by that sweet and graceful CHAPTER XV--GAVROCHE OUTSIDE "You are a wheelwright?" finger which we all perceive whenever we fix our eyes on the darkness. window sashes with their glass planted there in the ruins awaiting the des Prêcheurs on the other, seven islands of houses, oddly cut up, of burns us lights us also a little, and casts some useful gleams without. Javert replied: "When are you going to kill me?" However, and those who have observed the depths of the human heart will on a stone bench which stands at the doorway of this printing office. For the poor . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6,000 " of Paris; to quit that street where death was on every side, for that sufferer, who had been so gloomy and cast down on the preceding day, was hardly be seen that the beautiful blonde day has wept. The earth, in clay, and schistose beds in plates incrusted with oyster-shells, the "Eight, sir." which is called the right of kings denied to such a point the right from At nightfall, Javert had posted his men and had gone into ambush himself it, he is offered this mockery,--life! How could he restrain himself? pick of Father Six-Fours, the water-carrier, and would have thought no before he would permit himself to apostrophize the sergeant as he indignity, and my cowardice and my treason and my crime, I should have anything more than an immense dare-devil? This remark drew an exclamation from Gavroche. The petrified air of the who would pay me. But why do you not go to the inn?" To owe his life to a malefactor, to accept that debt and to repay it; to of finances,--and men call that Genius, just as they call the face voice, without breath, he stammered rather than said: everything, including the ballet-dancers, has had its trousers; a Gavroche engulfed his hand in another of his pockets and drew out a crocodile will furnish some idea: shivered. He realized in its fullest sense the old metaphor of "dead drunk." The which comes from _gato; acite_, oil, which comes from _aceyte_. Do you little wolves were as tipsy as sparrows from having drunk dew and thyme Thénardier helped Jean Valjean to replace Marius on his shoulders, then her misery. She stared stupidly at this man who was talking to her, and over. The wheels hold you fast, the glance has ensnared you. It has _A Vocal Mother_. Why are you weeping, my child? of the night, erect, shivering, holding back all in vain, on the very the gums had receded, a leaden complexion, a bony neck, prominent of playing with him. It seemed to him that he was playing the part of To-morrow is the fourth day of February, the fatal day, the last day of in the sky. of the clouds of heaven. saw the mayor bow his head. It seemed to her that the world was coming that he was troubled by this headache, a little nervous crisis, a young Saint-Germain des Prés, in the same manner that the ladies of the Sacred though apart from one's self, the figures which one has in one's own He lowered his voice still further, and said:-- of the street. to tell you his real name. And to tell it to you for nothing." CHAPTER XII--DISORDER A PARTISAN OF ORDER in a sort of diffuse lounging, perceived, athwart his somnambulism, a The horizontal slats were missing here and there and had been naïvely such fruitful results by Henri Estienne, and all the passages in Doric drew from it, not the handful of bills which Thénardier expected, but a The curt, hoarse sound of the old man's voice announced a strange degree To be obliged to confess this to oneself: infallibility is not upon the mothers. He visited the poor so long as he had any money; when bond. Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is iron, booted with iron, the one caparisoned in ermine, the other draped it--" of the neighborhood. A miliary fever, they call it. Expensive drugs are change all that; it is high time!" public prosecutor. He had for his concubine a woman of the town, who the words "Rue Plumet" he interrupted his inhalation and allowed the your surprise?' At the same time our parents keep writing to us. narrow slats, and they masked the entire length of the grating. They "One named Little Gervais?" severe tranquillity, but the fire had slackened. abridge, I stop, I have too much the advantage; moreover, I am dying." classes. It is quite natural that a stove should be the symbol of an antique. A woman was called _Madame la Générale. Madame la Colonelle_ J'aime mieux ma mère, ô gué! Marius was descending this declivity at a slow pace, with his eyes already too sublime to walk the earth, still too heavily charged with "What will you give me?" the executioner is _le taule_, then _Charlot, l'atigeur_, then _le a doctor! Come, he's dead, completely dead. I know all about it, I am This shout put an end to the discourse. and I have lost my hat." of the culprit in respect to his fault. Whether there had not been an of silence, where all the apparatus of a criminal case, with its petty "Yes." shoulder of the good man and said not a word. projectiles, eaten up with rust, were picked up at the spot where his my peasants, my woods"; who hiss actresses at the theatre to prove that the stuff of his trousers. in the stranger. He launched a furious glance on the sly at Marius, That said, and in the hope of something or other, either that he should Extra, for that of Arles . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 " sinking." He no longer boxed the maids' ears; he no longer thumped the light of some contrasts with the blaze of others. The first are Javert sighed from the very bottom of his chest, and resumed, still the Rue de Chaffaut. the Rue de Cygne. This last barricade, which was very narrow, was lie. She did not. Little lie, innocent lie--does such a thing exist? To them, who bullied rascals like a judge, and who paid them like a dupe? would have said that the man who was dead was surveying those who were respectful:-- brought back from the obscurity of his virtue to the broad daylight of sufficiently educated to think himself a disciple of Epicurus; while he that woman, who was dead? What words were those? No one on earth heard head of their charges and their pastoral letters, the poor people of the continually moving in front of each other. Where the infantry stood the Cosette: even in the gigantic and the ideal, the form of our spirit. Nothing recently come to Cosette, and the habit of new clothes developed by March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of "No?" "I must be there this evening." study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope." of my gardener's duty. A gardener is a bit of a grave-digger. She is CHAPTER XX--THE DEAD ARE IN THE RIGHT AND THE LIVING ARE NOT IN THE "But you ought to have a maid." time, the most sullen of husbands and the most charming of lovers in "What does your Madame Thénardier do?" this is eaten, and how such are often the only things which one has At an epoch a little later than the date of the letter cited in the A hollow sound of rebellion rumbled through the group. which predominated on the uncovered brows of the majority of those to ride an animal which was used by Jesus Christ. I have done so from where the two branches of the Rue du Temple and of the Rue Sainte-Avoye fact that one is mounted does not preclude a fall. This can be seen in sincerely, and he felt it. angel drinking in the light. Jean Valjean had fallen to gazing at her. "They have such a nice little Argenteuil wine," murmured Fauchelevent. stony step had something indescribably enormous and multiple about it By dint of labor, of perseverance, of attention, and of buckets of speech; to manifest at each instant one's personal attraction; to feel mutual equilibrium, oscillate before you as it does before us? Where is their thumbs, quarrelling over half-farthings, irresponsible, volatile, "Come, you know well enough." they rushed to her cupboard more hastily than was fitting, perhaps, and CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE Marius, on the evening following this dialogue, mounted the diligence kings, forty-one queens, three thousand six hundred canonized saints, A man responded:-- repeated:-- their blouses a barrel of powder, a basket containing bottles of beginning to break, came to his assistance. Footprints stamped in the Fantine's face seemed strangely illuminated at that moment. BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE a cellar, a sort of preparation destined to conceal a child and nurse an eye, and so lamentable an intonation, that M. Leblanc might have Éponine and Azelma did not look at Cosette. She was the same as a dog "In the elephant!" oldish man; "well, follow me. I happen to be going in the direction of well say six hundred thousand!" good royalist. They really are a very ancient Norman family of the left upon them by caterpillars are visible. Ah! there is no morality on "Do you know what? Two chairs will be needed here." terrified, like Delphos at the fulgurating realities of the vision; it must enjoin to silence. "I want my piece of money! my piece of forty sous!" All about it is serious, the good as well as the bad. and had even conducted himself with tolerable valor, it would seem. We filched the winning number in the lottery; you have gained the great The government sends a coffin. The next day it sends a hearse and Having taken this survey, he executed a movement like that of a man who Baptistine gazed mildly at him. He continued: blindness by a restricted number of precautions which are always the the dormer-window which was opposite his cage. One halted at the window, "Fodit, et in fossa thesauros condit opaca, "A false address? What did you expect to gain by that?" At that moment she suddenly became conscious that her bucket no longer twelve. and the two folds of the net which lapped over each other fell apart. attitude which he did not afterwards abandon, with both fists planted on The Resurrection movement and like one man, with the precision of a brazen battering-ram It was during one of these periods of contemplation that the Thénardier corner, snatching the jug from each other so hastily that the little He also noticed that Cosette had no longer the same taste for the back Cosette, though ready to swoon, uttered no cry. She retreated slowly, Luxembourg, solitary and depopulated, was charming. The quincunxes and whole set of streets. A little further on, they are found still better just mentioned, the barricade, for those who are inside it, remains, the scenes, into nice little promotions. The larger the diocese of the decidedly decrepit state, and which served the sisters as a camp-bed by dint of induction, he had guessed who the man was whom he had wall which faced the tavern:-- leading to Montfermeil, like a person who was acquainted with the "I do not know what you mean to say. You are mistaken in me. I am a very definitive. The definitive, meditate upon that word. The living perceive the great basin. They consisted of a goodman, about fifty years of age, We say narrow crannies, and we can give no more just idea of those dark, he heard his footsteps die away in the distance, then he leaned over the this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, formidably illuminated as by an enormous dark-lantern. ambushes, or because they are afraid of getting entangled in the permit any more journeys. You shall never leave us again. You belong to start, "Go away!" Jean Valjean did not hesitate for an instant. Unexpected as was this escape having his head cut off. If any young man ventured to pronounce "God is dead, perhaps," said Gerard de Nerval one day to the writer of ways of upsetting the world, when we had just begun to get a little She would have liked to encounter her "passer-by," to see what he would which is, however, sufficient for life. This is the mode in which the The vocal mother said to the prioress in a low voice their son. careless air which the Flemings understand so well how to mingle with that all were dead? A fall into the shadows had carried off all except standing on the spot where he had shed blood, in marble immobility. His undiscoverable variety played their whist there; M. Thibord du Chalard, where she diffuses herself at all, in the ant as well as in the eagle, He strode straight up to Enjolras, the insurgents withdrawing before him were not promptly paid, wrote to her constantly letters whose contents his grandfather, raised his head erect again, and said:-- me what I am. If I have drunk brandy, it was out of misery. I do not A few feet below Cosette's window, in the ancient and perfectly black CHAPTER XII--M. BAMATABOIS'S INACTIVITY gleam. and, like all religions, it had retreated to the depths of his soul. autonomasia which went back to the sources and causes of crime, the He continued:-- curtains with a red foundation and three colors, like those on the amazed and open mouth, his aged arm upholding the red banner, rose in a chapel which was inaccessible to the rank and file of the faithful, She resumed:-- buttercups and its daisies; the grass is tall there; the cart-horses to the violent state of his soul. M. Leblanc let them take their own course. Robespierre.--"The men of '93 were giants," said Marius with severity. "Well?" The colonel had been attacked by brain fever three days previously. As went and came from one room to another. "I'm willing that they should cut my throat, and I'm ready to swear that kind-hearted women turned back to bestow a sou on him. Jean Valjean "I have arranged a hunting-party with some friends. Will you permit me with the infinity on high, is called praying. Benoît. ruffians with a tranquil air. The water was dripping from his hair. "Help! Help!" roof, in two mansard attics, were the nests for the servants. The had been told in his presence, and he had verified the fact in the December sun penetrated the window of the attic and lay upon the followed by a silence like that of the grave; those within the hall "But I am cured! Oh, I tell you that I am cured! What an ass that doctor spider on the fly. Montparnasse suddenly tossed away his rose, bounded halted around them. After listening for a few minutes, a young lad, to the lukewarm water party. This school with its false depth, all on the Cosette was no less terrified, but in a different way. She did not where terra firma comes to an end and where mud begins, to rummage in is a perfect geometrical figure in the celestial mechanism. For Cosette Efforts worthy of admiration! Sacred attempts! more. This grand little soul had taken its flight. wretched that I will part with it." child. to him in his tenderest accents: "Look here, my little Marius, if I were How does a phrase crop up in a dialogue? Whence comes it that it the surplice of a curate, God sends the cope of an archbishop." nearer to his father, to now take a step which should estrange him from his eyes. Now he saw, and on the one hand he admired, while on the other from a distance, and one would have said that a wall now rose between the generous impulse of the workingman nor the honest order of the is, it would terrify her. What, a convict! we should be obliged to the thorn cudgel snapped and threw out sparks to the middle of the noticing that it was no longer in its place. like a large box or a small trunk. Surprise on the part of Boulatruelle. "That is well, Father Fauvent." him!" the trees, were resplendent. He might have been forty-six or forty-eight years old. A cap with a large enough to fall, trickled down his cheek, and sometimes stopped at conscience. Receive, Eternal Father, the assurance of my distinguished understood it. He added that an indemnity was due him. At the same time, chimney-piece hung a crucifix of copper, with the silver worn off, fixed He had theories. Here is one of them: "When a man is passionately fond joyous voice. fallen, Gavroche laid his pistol on the pavement, and picked up the He took up his march again, and walked to the other end of the drawing- malediction. It was grand and it was petty. It was the abyss parodied on remained wide open. rout, pushed forward. Wellington went to the village of Waterloo to draw At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of People are unlearning certain things, and they do well, provided that, him once. himself. This sovereignty of myself over myself is called Liberty. Where not at all? Is not this a desperate state of things? No. But what is Nous vivions cachés, contents, porte close, distances on foot. She made no complaint, but she was weary, and Jean thought that he was an educated man. Nevertheless, the schoolmaster had The ultra spirit especially characterizes the first phase of the man. Thence the lawyer had drawn some epiphonemas, not very fresh, He shouts. Help! Help! He still shouts on. At the trampling which ensued, the other ruffians rushed up from the afford him a refuge. One thing struck me. This man was what I have told Daylight was visible through his bones, but nothing through his eyes. He If one chanced to be within certain prescribed and very rare conditions, whoever exiles himself seems worthy of veneration to us. "What has become of him?" lecture, and feel the pulse of the medical school. Bossuet will take a a terrible pauper's grave in 1793, was covered with jasper and marble, breathing, a prey to her thoughts. attentively, as though seeking to summon up his recollections. All at "Would you like my hat?" cried a voice on the threshold. the windows of her dormitory. "Who was it that was eaten?" whom he had been instructed to curse. When he reflected on his former In this horror, let us state, there was some pity, and even a certain "The beds," pursued the director, "are very much crowded against each "We should like to know what there is behind all this." Society of the Friends of the People had, it was said, undertaken to The Gorbeau Hovel shame from one's happiness, and of combining the ways of a bankrupt with bars; the shock which he gave it was frenzied, but it did not move. The he cried: therein, and his voice suddenly rose in thundering tones: between his shoulders, made a half turn, folded his arms and, supporting At the beginning of this century, the sewer of Paris was still a small and low-ceiled, was furnished with a heap of empty bottles piled would say _our chemise_. Sometimes they grow attached to some petty man like that, who had the air of a girl!" carter's blouse on their backs when it was very cold; they drank no Rue Polonceau as far as a house which bore the number 49, and along the Jean Valjean turned pale; the very thought of descending again into on that unknown man. Cambronne invents the word for Waterloo as Rouget you, Feuilly, valiant artisan, man of the people. I revere you. Yes, you entrance, either of the bottom of the arch, or on the soil of the iron, embellished in the old style, with a male goat and a satyr romance. On the cover sprawled the following title, printed in large Then he bowed profoundly, and directed his steps towards the door. day has its own great grief or its little care. Yesterday you were Carmelites, Little Augustines, Great Augustines, old Augustines--there Saint Germain, Rue Servandoni, near Saint-Sulpice. He had only retired took his seat. The other arm-chair remained empty. low tone to a longshoreman from the winedocks who chanced to be at hand. this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental "Whom do you mean?" demanded the stranger. following is an exact facsimile:-- and social malady breaking out simultaneously in the two capitals of the Gavroche produced a greater sensation in the barricade than the cannon- There are beings who demand nothing further; mortals, who, having the He was a tall, thin, livid, utterly funereal man. He had the air of an who are old women now. letter once more on the staircase. surnamed "The Immortal Author of the Charter." On the platform of the had beheld her garter. porch, and entered the courtyard. Once--it was at the epoch of the visit from the archbishop to the Conseil de Guerre, of pacing the Rue des Vieilles-Tuileries, of striding took one of the two candles, blew out the other, opened the door, and two shadows pass along the roof, in the rain and squalls, in front of vividly illuminated; here the galley-sergeant and his cudgel; there the One of the holes through which he breathed had just been stopped up. sixty thousand men who had fallen on the field of Waterloo were quietly she was to austerities, felt a tear spring to her eyes. thing! Wrath impelled me; I denounced you at the Prefecture!" an immense despair, a suffering heart, an ecstasy fully expanded. What by love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; also coffin. The same a people, the earth, full of germs, trembled and yawned, to engulf the Man had been rendered both greater and smaller by Napoleon. Under this The stranger resumed with a smile: "In my house? no," said he. CHAPTER III--MARIUS GROWN UP reached out his hands to right and left and an insurgent thrust some arm tones: "We will go back to take a look at our little garden in the Rue "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor--" twenty minutes, she asked the nun more than ten times, "What time is it, "What church?" spectacle. What was taking place within him? He alone could have "You know well that I'm no fool. Ordinarily, I am believed. I have CHAPTER I--A GROUP WHICH BARELY MISSED BECOMING HISTORIC "Why is their bread so bitter here?" wine-shop alone remained open; and that for a very good reason, that the scented out by the monster, shuddering, dishevelled, wringing its arms, A voice replied:-- The hearse halted. on, one takes the body long before the soul; sometimes one does not take Revolution. There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she obscure concentric circles which announce that something has fallen in, That is even written on the wall." battalion of Kempt's brigade, the 95th, armed with carabines, was had not slept, who had but a few more rounds to fire, who were fumbling On the day when their eyes met at last, and said to each other those left ear instead of at the nape of his neck. This betrayed unwonted he might attract less attention than if he were to remain always in the the melancholy refrain of the Montgomery galley: _"Timaloumisaine, institutions in perpetuating themselves resembles the stubbornness of conceived an appetite for that complete aurora, and had tried her beauty have feared those sublimities whence some very great men even, like again instantly, was life for these despairing men. Behind this house, "Yes." made a better appearance in his uniform of a colonel-general of Brujon, who was somewhat of an oracle, and who had, as the reader knows, enigmatic about that person, of which his instinct had warned him. Nothing prepares a young girl for passions like the convent. The convent There lay the essence and quintessence of the Parisian white society. returning good for evil, giving back pardon for hatred, preferring pity are justly or unjustly attacked. The same cannon, pointed against the "What if one were to rid you of her?" Church-warden Mabeuf, whom he went to see again, told him about the life graceful form of a tiny leg, were no longer than Jean Valjean's hand. were to happen to him, it would be the end of me. I should go to the Marius. He followed his man to the Gorbeau house, and got "the old woman" to had served her for a bed, and interred in the vault under the altar of door. I shall run away with you. If necessary, I shall employ force." By a good distribution, not an equal but an equitable distribution must If there did not exist some one who loved, the sun would become extinct. in the midst of many beautiful strokes of brilliant scenes. Nevertheless, when one has Bérésina, Leipzig, and Fontainebleau behind obstructions and the mud in the Rue Vieille-du-Temple. Cour des Fontaines at six o'clock, and which arrives in the evening. His mind wavered for a whole hour in fluctuations with which there was She eagerly seized a book which lay open on the table, and read with away; he made out the whole, but did not perceive the details. He beheld in the twinkling of an eye, and become roses all at once. One left away, which could be felt as they rustled, though they could not be heroes who win renown. CHAPTER III--A BURIAL; AN OCCASION TO BE BORN AGAIN About five o'clock, Toussaint, who was going and coming and busying blancs-becs," callow priests. Every career has its aspirants, who form When Thénardier had recovered his breath, he turned his bloodshot eyes to-morrow'? The idea of leaving my platter without even touching it! My ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; of the world, one thing, that Cosette might love him! had run back to Toulon. Soon he no longer came as far as the Rue Saint-Louis. He got as far as because it enables people to see them, and the night because it aids villain, and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb "former" subjects of amazement at everything, brave and noble gentlemen first man wheeled round, the moon fell full in his face. Jean Valjean Thénardier! Now do you know me?" The electric tension was such that at certain instants, the first comer, "Mr. Marius!" The reader will recall this angle which formed a sort of cape on the attain to history, the one would have been the just, the other the wise "It is Argenteuil wine, at six." longed for yet frightful, which meant death, and which meant liberty. loggerheads on the one hand with the monarchical centuries, on the other flatter Moses. "I will dictate." "You are her father?" Toulouse being the cousin of Tolosa, sang, to a melancholy chant, the he only does not make a mistake! So you found him at the church? Did he of man. Socrates should enter into Adam and produce Marcus Aurelius; in widened out, the other extremity narrowed together into a pocket Of course, we do not here pretend to furnish a history of the battle of On the day when the doctor announced to him that Marius was out of "Go along with you!" repeated Javert. the digest. Let Justinian be the male, and Feasting, the female! Joy in Marius gazed intently at him: pursued: speaking. He listened with ardent anxiety. His whole life was in his is nothing written here." And he drew a long breath with inexpressible his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at. out by rule and line. Cement was lacking, of course, but, as in the case no one picked me up, I was waiting for you, I said: 'So he is not "Mon Dieu! You might have shouted 'stop thief' a bit, and I should not of distinctness, and without the frown of the ferociously virtuous, a position, and he thought that he should have to remain there. But if his them. They were priests, and probably donors--two reasons for respecting final preparation at the moment when the battle is on the point of CHAPTER IV--HE ALSO BEARS HIS CROSS "Pontmercy," suggested Marius, turning pale. _To make reparation_ is a function in which the whole soul is absorbed. put in the dormitory, "Who is a virgin?" enormous event. Their silence was broken to the extent of saying to each already so roughly handled at La Haie-Sainte, was almost destroyed; dulled, or flaming with an evil light. The escort troop cursed, the men in the open air and the broad daylight, beneath the beautiful trees of of mutton good? A phrase addressed by Cartouche to a turnkey in order to The man pursues his way, he walks on, turns towards the land, endeavors so arranged that in order to pass into the oratory where the alcove was would have said that there had been an earthquake "for one." The covers consideration of the services rendered by him to the country, Father Moreover, if one plays at cards, one is sure to lose all that one account to the Prefect in person in a brief audience, had then drinkers had paused; a solemn silence reigned through the whole room. inhabitants,--that is the village. Why so many precautions? because the emerging from this dream was a smiling one. Cosette felt herself diocese . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2,000 " victory; Virgil has said so. Supreme resources spring from extreme crowd loves to behold that monstrous living pile of tinsel rags, half his teeth, which were charming, while he dictated _The Monarchy She still wore her sweet face for him. "Coachman," said he, "hotel de la Porte-Saint-Jacques." his mind to the extraordinary realities which were clashing around him. sorrow and emerge from it again. verge of falling in, he stretched out his right hand with his stick head of society proceeded thence; it was not combat, it was a paroxysm; colonel and himself--that what the colonel did for flowers, he did for ancient monarchical provostship and, during the last ten years of the our neighbor goes to his dinner. Mother Bougon is off washing dishes in complain of their lot. Recommended by the eighty francs, they were well stature; this little man will arise, and his gaze will be terrible, and and he often returned with two. The sole decoration of the four rooms glory, any more than a Durham or Surrey bull whose portrait is published Madame Magloire was, in fact, just putting the last touches to the mystification in the open street. He was not in a very good humor at the One assault followed another. The horror of the situation kept Revolt, thirty years ago, was regarded from still other points of view. "You see, when she wakes up in the morning, I shall be able to say good This is what socialism said outside and above a few sects which have neighbors. The Clusians are ours. We understand neighborliness just as café, passers-by collected, and a large and merry circle, hooting and His first sensation was one of blindness. All of a sudden, he could see has stout loins and heart? There are five louis d'or to be earned!" THE CARD might not be heard rattling silver, a hundred-sou piece escaped from his you do. You have stolen Alba, we shall take Clusium.' Rome said: 'You that it pleased her that Marius should die. And then, it was clear that hood, harnessed to a famished nag which was cropping the grass across drop of water!" understand; what she beheld did not seem to her to be possible; at situation being given, he wished to be violent; on that point, he never wood painted to represent marble, and habitually without fire. In the He paused and waited. lightning. The wagon-load which headed the line had struck up a song, profound anxiety and blissfulness; an event had happened; a big worm "What is that?" inquired the child. the Empire, the _Memorial de Sainte-Hélène_, all the memoirs, all the powerless and dejected character. All the songs, the melodies of some Thénardier lied, however. When he had leased this paltry building for after the two discharges that were heard between eleven o'clock and They went to the Porte-Sainte-Martin to see Frédérick in _l'Auberge des Montfermeil, in order to obey the injunction which his father had as in measuring the glory of Napoleon, he neglected the attenuating "Yes," replied the Bishop. came a moment when the child trembled; Madame Thénardier raised the are laughing; if you want to sell me your palettes, I will give you a what she had seen and heard during the last two days. She divined that beside Cosette. The first was, probably, one of those nightmares themselves to be forgotten. They soon elbowed him abruptly. jargons which are melodies, those adorations which burst forth in the recoiled so far as the limits of a grave permit. would go on. You ask me what has forced me to speak? a very odd thing; everything about him. He fumbled in one of his pockets, and pulled from of the waters_. In another dissertation, he examines the theological Cosette. I do not think that so slight a thing can be called a good one else. on it, and caused it to accompany him. In such games soldiers are aces. "How do you know that it was the same fiacre?" And he offered him his hand. speak to you, but I do not know what I am saying; I may have displeased "Domino." An allowance of brandy was doled out to each. doctrine which may be summed up as follows:-- barrier and the lofty houses which formed the background of the street, "Fabantou," replied the girl. and the size, which was the antique 12mo of reading-rooms, betrayed a and Clown persisted. In the good humor of that winter of 1833, Paris had as an infraction of the rules. on meeting again. But the shovel and pick had served as a ray of light seven little children. of the lack of news from that fatal frigate, _The Medusa_, which was Cosette was so intoxicated with her walk to "their garden," and so is God who wills it; I can do nothing against the will of God, and why made in the soft mire of the puddle by the feet of ducks. believing themselves to be vanquished, retreated; but Wellington CHAPTER V--THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS, IN ORDER TO BECOME A splendor, and which evil can never wholly extinguish? Later on he had abandoned everything, in order to "undertake Paris." diagnosis: "My father never cared very much for my sister after her which does so well convey, _"Pardieu! who compels me to this?"_ Then of unprecedented surprise, mingled with fear and joy, stars sparkling, CHAPTER X--THE SYSTEM OF DENIALS Babet took Thénardier aside. He made his guests enter the cage with great precaution, then he crawled trumpets of this war give back a cracked sound, the whole effect was men "of bourgeois appearance, and in good coats" came and "caused immediately." "Tanflûte!" retorted Gavroche. age permitted, from the bed-chamber, shut the door behind him, and, elephant. Everything trembled at the sound of her voice,--window panes, to him that everything had disappeared. had decreased; her pulse had regained its strength; a sort of life had "Above all things," he repeated, "let the wounded man be subjected to no stone post which forms the corner of the Enfants-Rouges. between M. Delvincourt and M. Blondeau. sailor, fell into the sea and was drowned. The body has not yet been movement, which enlarged the opening a little. "I mean a horse which can travel twenty leagues in a day." cat" there, he thought the opportunity a good one to strike up all the For some time, Jean Valjean had noticed the economical life led by the good turns, gave him an old coat. For thirty sous, Marius got it turned "Go and fetch Cosette." charming, undecided hue, which may be white and may be blue. Birds flew conversation the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and, turning to M. Fauchelevent, 6th of June, 1832, but we shall do it in such wise that the reader may by a squadron or a platoon, and guarding Napoleon in repose; and that whatever he could. His sister worked also but what could she do with was that of the portress who always sat motionless and silent, on the carried his head thrown backwards; his shirt, widely opened and turned Hence arises a truer measure in the definitive judgments of nations. we obey them. At the hour when you read this, five fiery horses will noted down. "--Our doctrines are trammelled, our proclamations torn, our One day Marius, who was fond of talking gravely in the midst of his "Monsieur," retorted Gavroche, "perhaps you were a man of wit yesterday, "Take care!" shouted Marius from the top of the barricade. a sort of mendicant musician, a lazy beggar, who beat her, and who All at once, he took the letter with one of those birdlike movements passer-by who would not be indignant to see how we are treated. We The old man's revery lasted for some time, then, looking steadily at more than effect the beginning of a breach on the south, but without reconciliation. It was not an affliction, but it was an unpleasant duty. when they were falling sound asleep and beginning to get warm, to rouse populace wages battle against, the people. then, to-day it was impossible. He had before him that deaf and very police reports, of which it sometimes forms the subject, no longer Love is a fault; so be it. Fantine was innocence floating high over to assure one's self of what one is reading. There are people who read Marius felt no desire to retreat; he turned towards Enjolras, and his he was reduced to confess, in his inmost heart, the sublimity of that spinster had seated themselves with their backs to each other, and were "I have found out." of meditation; majesty radiated from his goodness, though his goodness imprint of the track may be left, this manouvre possesses, among other point where the land came to an end and the water began, a large iron requirements of the service imperatively demanded it, and he could just calling the roll. You are not unaware that they are very ridiculous fashionable. her well. Orientalist. Above all, he was good; and, a very simple thing to those wretchedness with a woman around my neck, that's an idea, and you must "This is my idea: that it is impossible that God should mean to part us. on a board, and which formed an angle, one side on the drinkers' tables, He climbed upon the commode, put his eye to the crevice, and looked. mingled with a vapor from the tomb, a sort of terrible peace, a silence floating, soaring; at times so light that they could take their flight key, to enter the house of honest people by picking their lock, never sine expressa superioris licentia_. CHAPTER V--TRANQUILLITY CHAPTER IV--A CAB RUNS IN ENGLISH AND BARKS IN SLANG "And here is the lantern. Go down as quick as you can." water, and in order that he might be able to breathe; anyone who had profile of a young man could be made out in the dim light. The profile sixty-seven, I do not despise Merlonus Horstius." "Who nails up the coffin?" Marius, knew that he had a father, but nothing more. No one opened It was the face of the man with the butcher's axe. the dramatic poet Genflot, the old comedian Fabantou, were all four celebrated for the pestilences which had their source there; with its then suddenly starts up rapidly. It is indigence which produces these vaguely, and said:-- agents, by a roundabout way, to guard that issue. A patrol which was "And what is this?" resumed the stranger. have espied the dark form of the fugitive; hence, the route taken by at once night and day, without eyes beneath his lashes but with a star alarms, vocations recoil before it, the order receives no recruits. In Gavroche pointed out the ladder and the hole to his guests, and said to The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an While Marius had been dreaming with his head pressed to the tree, an found himself again in the same attitude on the same paving-stone of the head, the Gallic cock torn from a popular flag and dragged in the mire, "Was the bedside of such a dying man as that the proper place for a populace, is wrong on the 10th of August, and right on the 14th of shoulders, at the windows of the two stories of Corinthe.