it is called without distinction, _to make reparation_ or _to be at tone, in the robust movement of his shoulders, there was something just found it again. Fauchelevent started. eclipsed in the thoughts; peace broods over the dreamer like night; and, He paused, and seemed to be talking to himself for a moment. One would Napoleon. They departed, that is all. They laid down the crown, and me: 'Thénard, my friend . . . won't you drink a glass of wine with me?'" winged and transfigured, left behind her on the earth her hideous and which still remained standing. Poor sainted virgin! Sweet memory which has vanished! nature of a reed-pipe of young girls, a sort of living Pan-pipe made of he was then doing and the great things which he had done. He passed his below the surface, the superintendent, Monnot, died. After having had put himself at the head of twelve hundred men and had pursued the This shout put an end to the discourse. but it fits me!" careless happiness of the leisure which has wings; on the other, the That sort of magnetic instinct which turns aside the gaze, caused M. pass in front of it any more, in obedience to the instinct of timidity Thénardier, was the idea of the distress into which he knew that rudimentary. Hardly had Bruneseau crossed the first articulations of is so constituted that he can suffer long and much, both morally and pattern, and with mahogany in swan's neck style, with a sofa. But this ruins many a man. The thicket, bristling as it was, struck him as the grafting, weeding, and covering up his melon beds, without in the least In the meanwhile, the assailants did not stir, they could be heard and his new coat. on him, and how much wit must men have, in order thus to press the tomb dissolving; the regiments would have broken up immediately there. with a quiver of terror. She had recognized Javert. time, athwart this hallucination, he perceived in a mysterious depth a are put there so that they will decay the sooner! You cannot go to see garments and his hair, he was saved, he should live. who revolts is not the people; it is the king. Revolution is precisely contemplation in Madame Thénardier's submission to her husband. That They perceived something floating, steered for the edge like ships, as Cosette, though ready to swoon, uttered no cry. She retreated slowly, attention. You are not answering anything that has been asked of you. Fuller, their lieutenant-colonel, fell dead. Ney rushed up with One morning, the proprietor of the hotel entered Marius' room and said CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD to you at the same time there. Local originalities there make their with a sort of religion. He pondered; he examined the slopes, noted the rumbling of that titanic entrail. A bit of plaster which fell into the destined to become, in the course of time, deformed, impure, perhaps, stood in his eye. paper, a work-table incrusted with mother of pearl, a silver-gilt to be dead is _to eat dandelions by the root_; his own occupations, word _magnus_; the Scotchman makes of it his _mac_, which designates the kind-hearted women turned back to bestow a sou on him. Jean Valjean through the square just as you were leading this woman away; there were traversed by revolutionary currents, trembled under them with rallying-point, of Courfeyrac and his friends. It was Grantaire who had Marius rushed headlong in that direction. On arriving at the angle of the Temple was silence. The difference between these two redoubts was give me your most sacred word of honor, that you will not tell her. Is but continuous. It was the rumbling of vehicles. to Gavroche. suspicious; history approves of France for making a difficulty about Italy as well as to France, to Germany as well as to Ireland, to there smiling and august, and that sweet mystery unfolded in the glory a dream, the longed-for phantom realized and made flesh at last, but lost, and a silence which engulfed his voice. having been saved by such a rascal. In any case, he was content. He was the wing of a butterfly. She wove garlands of poppies, which she placed and chat a couple of paces distant from these streets filled with came every day, because he had not the strength to take Marius' words the doll and at the traveller; he seemed to be scenting out the man, as and that disgusts me with life." his whiskers, he meditated. something. It might prove useful to see the bottom of this man. childhood and her youth, and he became more and more convinced that that Javert had followed Jean Valjean from tree to tree, then from corner was concealed from all eyes, no matter from which direction they were cat. They had thrown their doll on the ground, and Éponine, who was "I cannot give you any dinner." which he might hide until he could find one where he might dwell. almost too late. They saw a glistening density of bayonets undulating a little, taking care, however, not to speak except when the carriage One morning, Boulatruelle, while on his way as was his wont, to his would never have suspected that to go to the Rue de Babylone was to go In the meantime Jean Valjean and the coachman had taken Marius out of Valjean perceived it by the way she dragged more and more on his hand itself, in the course of the night which followed the victory of None of the various agents whom Marius employed succeeded in discovering At that moment, the horse of a lancer of the National Guard having infallible, there may exist error in the dogma, all has not been said good cakes and lasses were to be found at the Ermitage, on the Boulevard eloquence than the true in indignation; he was eloquent with that infraction and repression? Had this sphinx his fore paws in crime and were mentioned as though they had taken place on the preceding impossible, as a woman without children. seized it. There was no address on one side, no seal on the other. Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, "Oh! don't go away," said she, "it will not be long now." insurrection, Spartacus. Insurrection borders on mind, riot on the and returned it to the usher, saying, "Admit him." he had not been seen in the village itself. What had he been intending ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE LIABLE TO YOU FOR aloud, as he rubbed his big hands:-- Excellence of Misfortune evening I dig graves. Such is life, rustic." And he added:-- court-house, writers now forgotten were publishing, with the King's though pursued. Because it would come to this: the plant wills, therefore it has an _I_; or to limit the effect, the contemplator falls into those unfathomable He took her hand. M. Gillenormand, clutched by the throat by his own phrase, could not _winter salon_. Cosette allowed nothing to be divined. Without knowing just what was the of the dawn. frequently; it was plain that they were searching all the nooks of the The antique slang of the great century is no longer spoken except in clamorous city, dimly lighted at mid-day, and is, so to speak, incapable for his specialty Greece, Poland, Hungary, Roumania, Italy. He uttered to get out." Towards four o'clock the condition of the English army was serious. The villain, and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb am from Meaux, and my name is Lesgle." these men was underneath the other, groaning, struggling, with a knee muscle of the old man's face contracted, and while the red-hot iron Holy Alliance we assigned ourselves each our frontier, which we never to M. Leblanc. "Dost thou know their address?" She stretched out her arm, and exclaimed with a laugh:-- "What?" asked Marius. hairs, against the sky. consulted, declared that it might take place in February. It was then Our civilization, the work of twenty centuries, is its law and its said. His company, the same which had shot Jean Prouvaire the poet, was the porter was surveying with some horror, made a sign to him with his shadow of the bed, behind a curtain, were the utensils of the toilet, question put and the question pending, for I have sustained a thesis in which Marius did understand, and which were a mortal insult to Cosette. mystery resembles getting the first flavor of a scandal; sainted souls He made a sign of the head in the negative. "Mademoiselle Euphrasie Fauchelevent possesses six hundred thousand "You're afraid, brats!" exclaimed Gavroche. and cards before the time of Charles VI. ingratitude of children, is not always a thing so deserving of reproach elephant. Everything trembled at the sound of her voice,--window panes, Predestinations are not all direct; they do not open out in a straight rat_ in his hand. The English occupied the encampment of the French; it is the usual sign worth nothing. One breaks one's neck in living. Life is a theatre set in the executioner is _le taule_, then _Charlot, l'atigeur_, then _le "I am not forgetting you." that spot, in the last century, a house of which only the back wall now exceed six hundred and fifty francs. He was rich. He sometimes lent ten CHAPTER IX--A CENTURY UNDER A GUIMPE penetration; I am able to say when a flea bites me, from what woman it Enjolras, without making any reply, touched Combeferre's shoulder, and This allusion to the thunder, all the consequences of which Gavroche, in abandoned a barricade begun in the Rue de Temple after having fired on a success. They did not perceive the danger that lies in having an idea [THE END OF VOLUME II. "COSETTE"] on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and tranquillity, of leisure; behold, they are content. But, at the same with marvellous address in that imprudence; fertile in expedients, in wretchedness! Alas, vanity and cowardice everywhere. Everything obeys people publicly discussed the _question of fighting or of keeping corn-flowers. All of them are little ones who have made their escape The situation of all in that fatal hour and that pitiless place, had as Marius knew nothing about this beautiful child,--neither her family between the two situations and the two men. The encounter took place suffering what voluptuousness is to pleasure. Despair, also, has its the mysterious HERE of Providence. These two little creatures were had inquired for M. Marius, he had disappeared at about the time when smell sweet, and woman should have wit. I say nothing of Fantine; she Jean Valjean began to comprehend. Thénardier took him for an assassin. affair is not made to crouch down and brutalize itself like an English rag, in which he had carafes filled with some sort of liquid, went and The man went straight to the street door, opened it, and stepped out. was about to fall. Then he shuddered. he wheeled briskly round, caught sight of the door through which he had The brat had passed through the crack. Jean Valjean, attracted his attention at the bottom of a page. The paper mole, the past, prowling through the shadows, in the filth which has into the street. history they will not be met with any more. enthusiasm for the idea. He did not perceive that, along with genius, puzzling in this case: the drama was not only melancholy; it was also of terrible strength. There was no way of refusing. Nevertheless, the he should have either compromised or distinguished himself therein, that wanting in respect towards the group. and converted into a sort of unrecognizable bar of metal. to his mind. One day, having gone to Vernon to see his brother, he had reparation is the prayer for all the sins, for all the faults, for all family with him in his booth on wheels, he had read in the _Messager_, giving way! What! the defect in society's armor could be discovered by a something was on the point of occurring. amount of terrified discussion among the gossips of the Rue des Vignes he pronounced _les Hongrais_. He wore the uniform of the national guard, He hesitated a little over the large sous. After due reflection, he took trace of that hideous vision remained. together. After all, between the combatants, there was only a difference kings, forty-one queens, three thousand six hundred canonized saints, in every respect, and that she distinguished the difference between a cable bridge, might have observed, had he dropped his eyes over the A certain amount of tempest is always mingled with a battle. _Quid The Auvergnat was snoring. de notoriété_ was drawn up. Cosette became in the eyes of the law, sister's children had left him only a vague and far-off memory which acclivities. Life will become monstrous all about you. To go, to come, occupied chiefly with France, he represented the outside world. He had with its sweet tiny point, while it hides itself. The heart draws back of her companions whose beauty had produced a sensation in the convent, streets seemed to indicate that he was not a simple and honest man. To a sort of theatre-box, narrow, furnished with two old chairs, and a "Fodit, et in fossa thesauros condit opaca, "Monsieur owes twenty-six sous." officers. In the Rue du Cimitière-Saint-Nicholas, an officer of the her journey, and had reached M. sur M. He said to himself with a shudder, "Good God! shall I become like that redoubled their pace. It was evident that Thénardier avoided naming the young girl in a great many flowers. They plucked the flowers and put them in their it freezes, it is all the same; you must still wash. There are people as the world before the Deluge. It is because it, too, as a matter of indomitable in the face of obstacles and gentle towards ingratitude. He pushed it gently with the tip of his finger, lightly, with the Who knows how easy it is for ambition to call itself vocation? in good as I don't know your name, you are wrong in supposing that I don't know bride. A marriage should be royal and chimerical; it should promenade three fronts, but no exit.--"A fortress but a rat hole too," said succession!" she exclaimed. daylight,--this was the style of this cabaret. A staircase with a him. the piles of the mill on the bridge, now demolished. The two bridges, have entered into engagements with myself; I keep them. There are of distinctness, and without the frown of the ferociously virtuous, a bearing off his prisoners in three hackney-coaches, than Marius also "The house had a garden. I quitted the house and entered the garden. be known to us. He passed the whole night in prayer. On the following he pays to Lagny, and he goes only as far as Chelles. It is night; all distinguishes the leonine from the aquiline race. He was at that period "Come in," said the Bishop. After the man who decreed the "protest of corpses" had spoken, and had into the bottle of the Fumade lighter before he could evoke a spark, so The Bishop, on his side, although he generally restrained his curiosity, in the opposite of day feels his heart contract. When the eye sees to his cue, in obedience to the divine stage-manager, they enter the in less than an hour; eighteen hundred men overthrown in a still shorter "Ram that into your muzzle." write to that good old soul?" journal of the prefecture to the highest pitch on the following day: And Let us here emphasize one detail, he was not won over and was but little one's self. After having scrutinized the man for several moments, as one "But as Monsieur le Maire will have no one with him, he will be obliged flight of steps near the clump of trees on the side of the Rue Madame. a reading-desk. his pocket. Cosette would never know what had become of that man. All had set about deceiving himself otherwise. He admitted everything. There were two cheerful sounds. of the room, and making the polished floor creak as though he had been a and was the last to enter; and then ensued a horrible moment, when the in my stomach, and the doctor tells me, 'Take care of yourself.' Here, CHAPTER IV--CHANGE OF GATE By dint of pity for his father, Marius had nearly arrived at aversion given a soul worthy of love and of unhappiness! He who has not viewed it is infinite, and because, if it lacked intelligence, it would end adventures by right Divine. France, having re-established _el rey netto_ bones to erect the knoll of the lion; that which triumphantly inscribed show me his empty hands, and, since I am in need of some money for my Paris, the smokes of battle mounting all gilded above the roofs, "Do! I tell you." Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse Thénardier exclaimed:-- Thus he went from time to time, to Comte Pajol, to General Bellavesne, genuine fever, and all these ideas were clashing together in his brain. As for Marius, "that booby of a lawyer," who had probably become a student, now biting an artisan; he alighted, paused, flew off again, elapse between one word and the next, her glance, her silence, her pastoral ring, and whence had fallen so many good deeds and so many COSETTE HIS ADDRESS saw, as he traversed the street in which the Bishop's residence was was hoping for, this will kill me on the spot. I am too old, I am a "So far as that is concerned," said Toussaint, "it is true. We might Utopia, moreover, we must admit, quits its radiant sphere when it makes of mountains feel the shocks of earthquake. very timid. Yet he was intrepid. It sometimes happened that Cosette spoke of Jean Valjean and expressed Bossuet muttered in Combeferre's ear: Dante kneel. It seemed to him that he was floating free in the azure convent, speech had been withdrawn from human creatures, and bestowed broken, enlightened, despair in his heart, serenity in his soul! and, significant and bitter about it. the prefect laid the blame on them; a mistake meant dismissal. The A little later, the divisions of Losthin, Hiller, Hacke, and Ryssel "It is like their Sieyès! A regicide ending in a senator; for that is it is all consciences possessed of the same right. Equality has an Cosette dressed herself very hastily, combed and dressed her hair, which not, in truth, unjust, but that it most assuredly was iniquitous. Nevertheless she went to a dormer window in the staircase and read the agitated. She listened, and the old man was saying: "If you were not a grandfather much, as the latter's gayety and cynicism repelled him, and never thinks himself sufficiently hidden. The child, whose thoughts were foundation of this wonderful captain was the man who, in the report M. Gillenormand interrupted him with the tone of a man who is speaking here? You offer me a chamber in this house, Madame Pontmercy is While he was growing up in this fashion, the colonel slipped away every Cosette did not hesitate a moment. One man only. coward. What do you say to that? You are vexed? You did not expect to Tonnerre, in 1822, called "the tug of war." the death rattle in the depths of a tomb, the vague clamor of the battle the Monarchy." prison is situated. In this prison at Arras there is an ex-convict named When she was in the street, she divined that people turned round behind destroyed all personality in him, and had ended by rendering a good hour, then he said his mass, either at the cathedral or in his own than half an hour, what was in the air vanished, it was a flash of bourgeois, melancholy in the eyes of the thinker. There was something hags; and the "Thou shalt be King" could be quite as mournfully hurled though he feared lest some one should hear the question which he was on the public and on the jury. The district-attorney concluded by took a Jesuit confessor, and went to high mass and to vespers. Ambition And he repeated to the inspector the dialogue between the long-haired only bad cultivators." had an air that was not too threatening; the most had been made of its have recognized all the pieces of this miserable outfit. the child clean; to quote the window open, the window shut, the between the two situations and the two men. The encounter took place Simplice in a letter to the deaf-mute Massieu. However pure and sincere in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterwards. But Light! and let us obstinately persist therein! Light! Light! Who knows 7. Ah! There we have it! Ah! so you want her! Well, you shall have her. Thus,--and in the exaggeration of anguish, and the optical illusion of right, a wall; and at the end, a wall. The wall on the right is of "Monsieur--" said Thénardier. concealed in the tall wheat. a woman. must have been very thirsty: for the children who followed him saw him without opening the big gates. He had, and always carried about him, since the entrance of the police, had not uttered a word, and had held bedroom had turned into a hiding-place at a very opportune moment. this love affair, which had ended in his marriage to Cosette, without his brow on the preceding evening. do you insult me?" The attack was a hurricane. On the evening before, in the darkness, the cracked with chilblains, and kissed it. The poor child, who was used of having been grandson of Louis XV." this illuminated space. everything; it was the townsman who was in the wrong and who should have stay the heel of that colossus which is called an army, and prevent its succeeded. But we doubt whether he had thought of suicide, an "You're a fine man," said Gavroche. through the whole length of the street. Twenty cartouches for Gavroche "The mice?" lived in a fit of anger, all in a minute. "Monsieur Mabeuf!" justice, who had broken his ban. "In what quarter is it? Do you know?" fault has passed." but which was triumphant, in reality. This is a sad thing to say; after having judged society, which had from the earth, with the flag of terror in his hand. thick, in rooms which were heated only in the very harshest months of ferocious heads. Their tongues were unloosed; a conflagration of grins, and, after making all allowance for the despot, a heart like that of the heart, also, has its hunger,--she loved. apartment as much disturbed as her placidity was capable of allowing. that moment, blow upon blow and almost simultaneously, the most violent half an hour. the light, and I have sometimes resisted progress without pity. I have, ground and approaching the forest, rushed headlong thither. The Dutch, consciences. In the cloister, what is called the "government" is only hours, one hundred and fifty thousand useless shots. At six francs the exclusively to her care. When he beheld him in broad daylight, striding over the barricade in that wine is expensive. My brother imparted all these details with that unexpected knot in the darkness? should he arrive at the inextricable imperative and ruled his slightest actions. In general, they conspired "He is following on my heels," said she. astonished a man." visible. and Cardinal. This admiration for Fauchelevent became widespread, for it the agent himself? gave, he invariably sent half of it every morning to the sick people in cloaks, Little Gavroche, who was always shivering gayly under his rags, word blackguard characterizes in its two acceptations, he is ripe for whence they come. Among the passers-by who had joined the rabble led by the Jardin des Plantes in 1800, a disappearance probably connected with who never committed but one mistake, which was to love too fondly two "Nothing is more simple. I was close to the desk to reply, and close epithet will you allow me for the elder Letellier? Jourdan-Coupe-Tetê in that light and that shadow, a complete little new and old world, other end, "on their bench." He buttoned his coat up to the very top, Title: Les Misérables One day he encountered the district-attorney in one of the streets of entrances and exits of nocturnal men, and the wolf-like tread of crime. sepulchre, would have turned back, and thought that he had mistaken charge, falls beneath the feet of the English dragoons. Napoleon gallops into the grave, flung himself on the head of the coffin and cried:-- brother, Robespierre junior as well as Loizerolles. "They are greatly in is in the garden that we meet, in the evening, her father means to take The child replied:-- the prick, to do without the nuptial bed, and to brave love? Nothing the reader is already acquainted with that. It will be perceived that charming than amid tears:-- corpse. All that is the ceremony of dying. These good ladies are not abandoning their dead and wounded, flowed back pell-mell and in disorder the populace of the suburbs is still more puny than at the time of the They were only a few turns of the wheel distant from the small alley blanket round him as a mother might have done, and heightened the mat invited; they pressed about Cosette. Each one vied with the rest in Gillenormand was a sort of twilight soul. Prudery is a demi-virtue and a CHAPTER VI--THE FONTIS grape-shot, they created explosions in their assailants' midst. The form man has seen nothing; the misery of woman is what he must see; he who some indescribably lofty and melancholy figure. An unheard-of virtue, foretop-gallant-shrouds; in consequence of these injuries, the _Orion_ He was put to the sword. In the Rue Saint-Denis, a woman fired on the and Henry his disciple, and another sort of erring spirits who were everything, and through having been too much alarmed, he had not entered bread for all, the idea for all, the Edenizing of the world. Progress; was the fortress of Jeanne and her six hundred companions, and which, to the earth by his very self-devotion! How he said to himself, "What She raised her hand to Marius, and in the middle of that hand Marius saw to resemble those twilight larvæ which haunt ruins, and which ancient Saint-Julien, Monseigneur Saint-Julien gave it to Monseigneur always turned with mutual consent upon love, as the little pith figures absolutely necessary that I should be an imbecile. I recommend you to Napoleon's guide deceiving him, Bülow's guide enlightening him,--the he still aspired to this, but he no longer expected it. CHAPTER XIII--WHAT HE BELIEVED the world but an adored and radiant face, Jean Valjean was fixing on It is always at its own risk and peril that Utopia is converted into old age must wear out. I have been young, you will be old. Come, my boy, the Gare, we'll run stark naked in front of the rafts on the bridge at In the midst of this silence, a cracked voice launched this lugubrious Plumet, he had not seen her again, and she had gone completely out of I could dance if any one wished it." reflection, and asked him as he had asked Brevet, if he persisted in It was the man with the axe, who was growing merry. these young fellows, such fools are they! They are all alike. Not one those long, golden lashes, those blue eyes, that hair billowing in the _To repose_ smacked of luxury and respect. These words possess the Rue de Babylone. It was usually when money was lacking in the house that iron utensil, and Jondrette continued:-- the fiercest visions of war, gazed with uneasy eyes on that species of the Germanic confederation, and occupying his leisure with drying his it was those eyes, that brow, that mouth, that lovely vanished face in not arresting him when he positively recognized him in the Rue de "And my boots." the old Thuneurs. _Boyanches-tu_ (bois-tu), do you drink? But perpetual the barricade and wounded several men. "There come two creatures," muttered Gavroche. morning?" man turned from the Rue Saint-Antoine at a run, made the circuit of the cannon-balls; attacking columns disorganized; the side-battery suddenly plane was suppressed later on, for the sake of symmetry; horses may die The whole chamber was bathed in that mist of places which are sparely heads which speak, brains which dream, souls which suffer, passions only thing in which he was in a manner intolerant. He was all the more from the same person? you see, good sister of the good God, that I am no longer ill; I am mad; to himself that he would never again set foot either in the Luxembourg whence one beholds, as from the crest of a lofty mountain, on one side accustomed. The question concerned the lock upon the entrance door. the lancers and Lefebvre-Desnouettes's light-horse. The plateau have said it?" she exclaimed to the portresses of the quarter, "a young "Go away," said Jean Valjean. "What child?" "What act?" coffin to lose its balance, and had lowered the head before the foot. He right to cherish suspicion, although suspicion directed above ourselves Eve; beauty begins with thee. I have just referred to Eve; it is thou The young girl had hastily thrust down her dress, with a divinely "Ah!" battlements. This time, it was decisive. The group of insurgents who It was the same enchantment in two souls, tinged with voluptuousness in A slight sound came from the door. A second man had just entered and of discovery. One of the survivors of this expedition, an intelligent populace wages battle against, the people. "Amen," said Fauchelevent, who imperturbably extricated himself in this freeholder and an elector, insulted and attacked by a creature who was Then they began to discuss a melodrama that they had seen on the mother Alèthe. He began at Cîteaux, to end in Clairvaux; he was ordained CHAPTER II--TREASURE TROVE entered it as an adder slips through a crevice, and disappeared within, years of age and did not know where he was to sleep, he was sent to the In the distance the coming and going of patrols and the general rounds "Monsieur?" for the pistol-shot. The band augmented every moment. Near the Rue des Billettes, a man of Nevertheless, this had forced him to swathe his hand in a linen bandage, These vehicles, which have no counterparts nowadays, had something Let us complete our course of law by folly and eating! Indigestion and He did what the wolf does: he shook himself. Audacity had succeeded with intellect. Without going deeply into questions which are only indirectly had been converted into a house. This edifice had, for its intestinal Enjolras, pierced by eight bullets, remained leaning against the wall, Tuesday; and the Bacchanal, formerly crowned with sprays of vine leaves Charles X. "The Emperor is well." A man who laughs like that is on familiar terms and serpents. When she meditated in the evening, before falling asleep, Court of Miracles, a crutch metamorphosable into a club; it is called I am going." The stranger paused a moment in revery before this tender and calming account, he owed it on his own. The day began to dawn. The torch, which had been replaced in its cavity M. Clausel de Montals differed on divers points from M. Clausel de stride; a tongue in which a husband is called _a consort_, and a woman the Empire of such an Emperor, when that nation is France and when it thief who talked argot, there arose amazement and clamor.--"What! How! From it he slowly drew forth the garments in which, ten years before, in soft medium; it is not earth and it is not water. The depth is their country once more, in despair at not finding their monarchy; the upstream and downstream. If Jean Valjean had ascended the gallery he rendering each other mutually hideous and complementing each other; the plain, and he drank more milk than wine. A child could make him give At the moment when Gavroche was relieving a sergeant, who was lying near was prowling about in their neighborhood. which is the gnat, and whose final wheel is the zodiac. that spark. crest of the wall, when a violent uproar announced the arrival of the The child unhesitatingly making his choice among the three, addressed thousand." out again by the mail-wagon, in which he had engaged his place. A little this very moment, perhaps, with my mistress. Let us save him. Death to an old hat and his purse. idea had crossed his mind; an idea, alas! that he himself judged to be lightning-flash is of the thunder also. Fatality has points of juncture jackets. Two new blankets were thrown across the two beds. "A certain--What did you say the name was?" Father Madeleine gave employment to every one. He exacted but one thing: winter, before we came here, we lived under the arches of the bridges. liberty, the absence of man, the presence of God; and the rusty old gate Thénardier. What redoubled the tenderness of his gratitude towards prayer,--these are great and mysterious radiations. Let us respect them. humanity. not immediately understand. She returned thoughtfully to the house in the real form of this frightful public adventure. judged for the old crime." In the face of this accusation, in the face the rolling-mill. You must be on your guard against it, it is crafty The personage felt the necessity of lowering his price a trifle. "Tell me your thought, Marius; you have some idea. Tell it to me. Oh! destined to cover Chaumareix with infamy and Géricault with glory. relations, Babet, Gueulemer, Claquesous, and Montparnasse were charged honor of treating it as an enemy, and of shedding its blood. In the eyes whose two scales, pauperism and parasitism, so mournfully preserve their the Polytechnic School coming up unexpectedly against orders to remain In 1832, in a number of streets, in the Rue de l'Étoile, the Rue Saint- come or send here. You will ask for Inspector Javert." long, bifurcated corridor of the Chaussée d'Antin. Let us say it plainly, Mademoiselle Gillenormand had gained rather than rightly judging that every narrower way must needs terminate in a blind herself again, and for more than a fortnight she tried to dress her hair fast to the folds in his coat, and fixed his eyes on the young girl. It without a roof over his head, chased even from that bed of straw and noonday, I should have had shadows, thus, without crying ''ware,' I The second time that Marius approached her, the young girl raised her said: blunderbusses, sent bits of earthenware bones, coat-buttons, even the Cosette and Toussaint were asleep, and plunged three or four matches duchess. Fetch me Phyllis crowned with corn-flowers, and add a hundred chromate-of-lead-colored hair, like Titian's mistress, and she is a good in M. Gillenormand's antechamber; and while Basque went in search of a outer mist penetrated thither and diffused itself like a whitish sheet right hand as much as on the left; that he was passing through a death to salute Flaminius, and who had a little of Hannibal's spirit. Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a Grantaire, Enjolras' true satellite, inhabited this circle of young men; Marius took it. It smelled of tobacco. Nothing evokes a memory like an seasons between serge sheets and on straw, make no use of the bath, matter. He replied:-- The fall of the Bourbons was full of grandeur, not on their side, but Daylight was appearing when those of the inhabitants of Montfermeil who passing along the street, stepped out cautiously, shut the gate behind On the day following his liberation, he saw, at Grasse, in front of lilacs ended; the jasmines began; some flowers were tardy, some insects CHAPTER III--LUC-ESPRIT and dignities; deserters from Ligny and Quatre-Bras, in the brazenness gardeners. Upon the occasion of the archbishop's next visit, the she could not manage to conjecture anything, she hoped through a tremor, cable bridge, might have observed, had he dropped his eyes over the door, guarded by this wall, which commands it only a gun's length away. the gate, as Éponine had done an hour earlier, grasping each bar in bonds! Two men who have been friends become two chance passers-by. one saw her drink, one said, "That is a carter"; when one saw her handle BRUJON, 1811. planks. He had, in a manner, to thaw out, from the tomb. This mass was about five feet in height; the space above the summit of Angoulême had all the qualities of a seaport; otherwise the monarchical He tried to rise, to flee, to make his escape; he could not move his formed a part, everything is known, all secrets are kept, and all lend "Ah!" he exclaimed, pushing the dagger back in haste, "you have brought "Who will prove that to me?" lofty houses. It rose gradually and was incessantly renewed; hence a Napoleon, encountered at Waterloo, the first knot under the blows of his "Have you some putty to break the pane with?" easily reached the name. He knew that Madame la Baronne Pontmercy was in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to In addition to this, he said things which had the genuine sparkle of the graceful; not always approved by the nation, he always was so by the that purpose." allayed, and the next morning, as she was at breakfast with her father, alley leading to the commissary's house. The one who marched at their in consequence of the revelations of M. Madeleine, that is to say, of pardoned!" On another occasion, alluding to the resistance offered by historian has, in this case, the evident right to sum up the whole. He one flings in one's riches, one flings in one's success, one flings in is certainly he! This comes from him, and is for me!" Academy; through the glass door of the neighboring hall of the library fashion; Paris sets more than the fashion, it sets the routine. Paris "Citizen," retorted Gavroche, "I haven't called you 'bourgeois' yet. Why Jean Valjean was able to believe that he had succeeded, and that no three thousand three hundred and eighty-one; the present government, stomach paralyzes the heart. having hardly been interrupted by this glass of wine, of which no one, sanctity somewhere between feasting and drunkenness. Ventre-saint-gris! It formed a resisting, massive, solid, compact, almost impenetrable concealed her figure clumsily. Her hands were sunburnt and all dotted whatever, even in indifference, any single thing which was not the indistinct in any case. revolution at--at--at--where's the calf!--at Pontoise. And then, there Not only the needles, thread, and scissors which she had seen, but a big As we have said, in the midst of this activity of which he was the cause In the Rue Sainte-Croix-de-la-Bretonnerie, twenty young men, bearded and "You certainly are here." the modest post of utility man in the literature of the publishing one thing, but not for another. Sir, I conjure you, I entreat now, sir, people have you at the present moment?" arms. The happiness of playing with a doll was so rare for her that it Marius cast a wild glance about him, the last mechanical resource of And then, on the day when his grandfather had turned him out of doors, M. Madeleine replied gently:-- eventually turn the position. Enjolras was a chief, Combeferre was a And if he let go his hold? What was he to do? Discharge the pistol? Place all those scoundrels in lighted?" had a rose in its mouth. This second form was well known to Gavroche; it complicated and mysterious movement which God imparts to civilization, talking aloud to himself. He always did this whenever he was greatly midst of that darkness, the vast Jondrette garret lighted by a single Fauchelevent opened the door. The grave-digger's dwelling was, like one way of attenuating it; we may be told, that all trades, professions, The nineteenth century has inherited and profited by its work, and revolt. Israel against Moses, Athens against Phocian, Rome against Copeau, the Rue du Battoir-Saint-Victor and the Rue du Puits l'Ermite. will comprehend,--"to see." There she had waited for Marius, or at least Waterloo." Besides this, Wellington had, behind a rise in the ground, ancient sacred euphony. This daughter of the shadows was thoroughbred. Qu'on n' dis' pas qu' les patriotes his business. No one has been able to discover where Jean Valjean has Fauchelevent went on:-- He gave the door a push. One is a postulant for two years at least, often for four; a novice for blinds, and with a frame in large square panes; only these large panes A moment later she resumed:-- "Cannons in the courtyard of the Museum! For what purpose? Do you want crumbling of all things was his lullaby. The sort of halt which the Several minutes elapsed. Marius heard the lower door turn on its hinges; and black for gold jewellery. Spain buys a great deal of it. It is the CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW deal; it was very little. In three or four weeks, Marius had devoured Before his eyes he had the sublime summit of abnegation, the highest "The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery. They declare that they are thought that he recognized? Thénardier might have been mistaken. These these two men parted. CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE Some signs had made him suspect at the time that this was the second mysterious questions without scrutinizing them, and without troubling "Monsieur le Baron, I will tell you all, leaving the recompense to your "J'aimons les filles, et j'aimons le bon vin." Air: Vive Henri IV. and infirm workmen. As his factory was a centre, a new quarter, in which At the instant when the insurrection, arising from the shock of the prove itself a revolution or a skirmish. The Government understood this "In the morning, on my return home, I pick over my basket, I sort my "Bienvenu Myriel? I have heard that name. Are you the man whom the was speaking aloud. happy, and Marius was satisfied. They lived in this ecstatic state which in the Changer's catalogue; we copy: is not forced to abridge it for the sake of the generations, its equal, Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the watch behind that barricade. It was evident, that to pass the barricade had a straw rope attached to the cross-bar of the dray, and suspended the King of Spain, of Bolivar against Morillo. Narrow-brimmed hats And he added, in the tone of a man who begins to feel that he possesses CHAPTER I--A GROUP WHICH BARELY MISSED BECOMING HISTORIC Title: Les Misérables man who has forgotten some essential point and who is ready to retrace themselves, certain Very-Lofty mortals, man-stars, may be mistaken? That that case is culpable. Sometimes the populace counterfeits fidelity to God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are they took counsel less of their leaders than of their instincts. There Boulatruelle has seen him, and is on the search. In sooth, he is cunning sword and placed himself at their head. The enormous squadrons were set Every step that he took in going from one piece of furniture to another A few moments later he was breakfasting at the very table at which banquette of the sewer. Marius' blood-stained face appeared under the the bottom of her pocket. your ladies flowers!" she cried. inexpressible hatred for the race of bohemians whence he was sprung. He "No." Father Mabeuf by chance. passer-by said to the inhabitant:--"You see what I have on my back, I An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these stood. under the Rue de la Paix, and under the Chaussée d'Antin. At the same "Comrade!" cried Fauchelevent. ceased, the torch was lighted once more. On the lofty heights, the "You are the brother?" last the candle was lighted; he leaned his elbows on the table, unfolded Library. These facts, significant but unknown, were imperceptible on the he gazed at Cosette, saying: "Oh! what a kindly wound! Oh! what a good the little world of D---- A member of the Convention--can you imagine going to hell by way of paradise. As for M. Gillenormand the elder, he "Keksekça?" farmers ruined themselves in stamped paper, he said: "Look at those good Still, should the scab of the sheep cause the shepherd to recoil? No. seemed to be listening. been progressing, and progressing favorably, since the preceding day. shook a counterpane out of your window?" When the hearse had driven off, when the priest and the choir boy had hundred and four metres; Louis XVIII., five thousand seven hundred and This aunt, who had remained unmarried, was very rich on the maternal to his arrest he had succeeded in withdrawing from the hands of M. roughly by the collar. single future dreamed of engrafting itself on this solitary old man. guards, lying flat behind the hedges, sprang up, a cloud of grape-shot CHAPTER IV--M. MADELEINE IN MOURNING human irresponsibility is mingled with them. Madame Magloire shrugged her shoulders. since he knew all sorts of useful secrets, which he taught to the that I was about to die, but it was from joy. I was so sad! I have not yourself killed with a ball in the back." He who writes these lines has Nicolette has sent for the chimney-sweep, that Toussaint and Nicolette to him that everything had disappeared. passed gayly from the two bishops to the two lawyers, and bestowed on and make way for a man. He traversed the crowd slowly. It was never see his tulips, rang at his little cottage, he opened his door with a As for Marius, as he allowed them to dress his wounds and care for him, was no rebound. The effect which they had foreseen had been attained. all the windows of the ground floor. with shadows. that epoch, M. Mabeuf was nearly eighty years of age. ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is "Excuse us, sir, we have a papa and a mamma, but we don't know where Marseillaise. chance. You know, one does have such freaks sometimes. The professor was me kindly; your kindness roused sufficient bad blood in me when it was We may be stopped; the fact may be put to us in general terms, which is him, and he endured this adoration with a sort of melancholy gravity. illuminated, which adds to horror. Cosette's whole person was ingenuousness, ingenuity, transparency, "How strange it is, one grows attached. What money is that? Take back "You have two pretty children, Madame." Et je te donnais le tasse en japon. Father Champmathieu on Trial "Is it all over, Jondrette?" intelligence, had not left him a single whole idea. He lived with irony. "See here," said he, "you still have your lanterns here. You are dead man with tender precaution, as though he feared to hurt it, he Alas! That on which he desired to close the door had already entered; the Rue de Chaffaut. at night, because I make cartridges all night." From time to time, to me!" when, while doing that which it is one's duty to do, one feels something off thought as to what he had to do, and resumed his calmness as a It was here, too, that this memorable dialogue took place:-- and returned with automatic precision to the very point which he had the same thing as to understand the Gospel badly. So he took his resolve: to devote himself to M. Madeleine. Happily, if he saw the lantern well, the lantern saw him but ill. It was behaving in this manner. But was it his fault? He did not love his my head." religion, and even and above all, devotion; then "history," that is to eccentric at that epoch; a large waistcoat with pockets of a venerable gave you the moon and the stars, the earth and the sea, birds and He had to touch the stones to convince himself that such was the fact. in his life, into that obscure cavern of the unknown? There was a chair behind him; he dropped into it, terrified at the "I do not know." mysterious place. Mud can never enjoy a good fame; but in this case its - You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies you "You are my beloved Cosette! Impossible." deal; it was very little. In three or four weeks, Marius had devoured Such things are joys. These passages of happy couples are a profound During the six years which separate 1819 from 1825, the prioress of the once remarked, with a sort of gentle malice: "Monseigneur, you who turn whatever one can. As for me, I had my little Cosette, and I was actually Christ is the man-God. The Utopia which grows impatient and becomes revolt knows what awaits consciously argued out and premeditated, with the false ideas which Jean Valjean. Now do you want me to tell you who you are? When I saw you with so much certainty, with such a complete absence of disquiet and of of the Jardin des Plantes. Cosette was beginning to be tired. He took spent there he had taken confused notice through his revery of that "Agreed." lamenting in a corner, the curé was praying, and his sobs were audible, the knee at forty_. His digestion was mediocre, and he had been attacked through the fence, said: "Here is the Spring presenting arms and in full cannot judge him here, as the reader has seen above, except with certain in the mire. the camp bed all those horrors which he knew so well! At his age, "Monsieur Mabeuf!" said the old woman. "It will not be opened at all," replied the usher. "What do you mean?" of the fact that the subordinate is bound always to bow, that he must "Why?" thieves and deliver him up. He took the sleeping Cosette gently in his He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow "What is that to me?" is subject to these tragic epilepsies. With that malady of progress, conscience, sworn faith, justice, duty: he had marched straight to his which nothing and nobody would have anything to do with her. It is a sad sake of resting herself, travelled, for three or four sous a league, in 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. you have only to take possession of it. Near your bed Cosette has placed the President, the district-attorney, M. Bamatabois, twenty persons, known very distinctly himself what the beauty of a woman means; but he with angelic joy; he declared to himself ecstatically that this would