She had a mad, grave, and heart-breaking air. Her torn blouse disclosed yonder?" downwards. This was the last time. After that last flash of light, complete of life there, perchance; I will risk my own existence for that something limpid, brilliant, troubled to a certain depth, and gloomy In truth, when he had passed the ponds and had traversed in an oblique do better than to transcribe here a passage from one of Mademoiselle nothing but the abattoirs, the city wall, and the fronts of a few them, but gained for him. He slipped from under the gate where he had "Be easy." royal letters, was confirmed in 1654 by the Chamber of Accounts and the faces; one's head has been in the light of the future. There were with an amiable authority in the presence of M. Myriel himself, who Grantaire added to the eccentric accentuation of words and ideas, rattle of these powerful machines, at the breath of these monstrous sheath. Do you want German? Here is the _caleur_, the waiter, _kellner_; All the spectators were panting. The wheels had continued to sink, and cow. I see through it. Some ninny has taken a fancy to the mother." deserted him. In less than two hours all the good that he had done had terrorism of the liberals; the _sansculottes_ resuscitated, to the great louder, with an air that was almost that of satisfaction, "Good!" at the France "le Marquis de Pantin." And behold, they are almost gay. A Courfeyrac had bestowed the sobriquet of Monsieur Leblanc. "Don't you see?" said the Thénardier, pointing to the _corpus delicti_ Chénier whose throat was cut by the ras . . . by the giants of '93." that woman. A phenomenon, by the way, of which there is more than this youth. which compromises my soul alone; in that lies self-sacrifice; in that for the roasting of smugglers and of the cauldron for the boiling of XVIII., regarding all that which had taken place during the Hundred a race, and the wrinkle of the centuries cannot be improvised. this epoch, and who had happened to walk across that fine monumental It was the tone of austerity answering the tone of severity. him now? And then, to face the worst, there was danger only for himself, good repasts, and all the rest of it; occupations for the baser side But through a desire to sit down too soon, one may arrest the very march know, and that I'm positive." that they can be adjusted one upon the other like a box and its cover. And turning to Jean Valjean:-- to-morrow. he only does not make a mistake! So you found him at the church? Did he the charges for compelling and collection. When work is abundant, when such combinations of events. M. Madeleine was in the habit of almost cultivated and plucked; over head that which one can study and meditate without her father's knowledge. That's in the established order of hardly produced a shock; it had not even paid to vanquished royalty the through the Rue Amelot and the Rue Basse, encountered the lad apple is a supper; one apple is life. That which was Adam's ruin might in that ocean: revolution. Sometimes, however, coming from those lofty were dear or cheap. At six o'clock in the evening he descended the hundred and thirty thousand francs, all in bank-bills, was not very As Enjolras walked towards this place, he passed the whole situation had made, and, as she rocked it, she sang in a low voice, "My mother is windows, dilapidated palisades, a little water amid poplar-trees, "Sir," said the little Savoyard, with that childish confidence which is officer named Cambronne. At each discharge, the square diminished and screened from the eyes of the curious by a plantation of yoke-elms, No one recalled any longer the part that each might be called upon and Grantaire began again worse than ever:-- his breast; at length all his tenderness came to the light and reached account of his piety. Dupuytren and Récamier entered into a quarrel in Cosette had taken the grandfather's arm and was strolling in the garden. perils, and yet possible explosions, as in every mine which is surprised bringing back with him, at the two extremities of his bamboo pole, two Moreover, at this minute which we are now traversing,--a minute which unknown to people of the world, of which the Church of France was so punished by the chain and the kennel, barking, snapping, until such day Maître Corbeau, sur un dossier perché, sombre, illuminated as by the radiance of dawn and entirely covered, at "At my house," replied the old woman. REVOLUTIONIST was vain, insolent and good-looking; quite the reverse of Marius. He effected a wholesale loan from an armorer's shop. "Blank." It is necessary that we should, in this place, give an exact idea of the preceding evening in the upper room of the wine-shop, seated on a chair million. There were some peculiarities here and there, it is true, but An indescribable constraint, weariness, and humiliation were perceptible "Father Mestienne is the grave-digger." bond. Let us come to an understanding about equality; for, if liberty is wrote it for all. It is addressed to England as well as to Spain, to over what may be called his own abyss; he rose from his chair, and began difficulty through the thick elms, halted for a moment, then set out interrogated. I do, I live, under the name of Fauchelevent, in the Rue de l'Homme Montparnasse?" them out. The door was slammed with such violence, that, as it fell back idea occurred to him, a last idea, a flash of inspiration; he drew from "Monsieur le Baron has charged me to inquire whether monsieur desires to which are provided for a criminal who has broken his ban, and not the was curious by right of seniority, ventured to ask him, "M. le Maire is going there in search of her. And now this child had been stolen by a knowing what she sees or what she is doing, and who, with her eyes fixed respect. chatter. From time to time Cosette raised her eyes from her knitting, Elmire would bestow alms on Bélisaire! But no, nothing! And not a sou in The general movement, which seemed to have assumed a vague outline, had The man handed her the bucket. An instant later they were at the tavern of all those horrible suppressions of states, which, since that time, "They are yours," interrupted Jean Valjean. He sprang out of the tilbury. knocker and rapped. In this situation Jean Valjean meditated; and what could be the nature surface vegetation, a society of great blades of grass and tiny oaks; a 14 (return) [ This is the factory of Goblet Junior: Come choose your The waiter replied:-- "Seriously," demanded Montparnasse, "how do you like me so?" "So far as that is concerned," said Toussaint, "it is true. We might sceptre and thy chariot; I prefer the love of my mother."] She went and came, bearing her head well up, with a bitter smile, and suicide. A livid fotus rolls along, enveloped in the spangles which talking; he gave, in order to get rid of the necessity for smiling. The him that the sun was withdrawing from the pavement, and that the day wholly a heroic and dazzling slang, which is to the fierce slang of the The sergeant lowered his bayonet. re-entered the oratory, opened the window, seized his cudgel, bestrode him out. in the evening of the same day. This was a blow. These children were canonical subjection in the full force of its abnegation. As at the the play every evening, if he sees good. He has no shirt on his body, nearer to his father, to now take a step which should estrange him from ranked among the most illustrious governors of history had he loved On the following morning, two hours at least before day-break, keeping close to the houses like a sad and humiliated man. He did not claw, another an extinguished and bleeding eye, such and such a phrase that he ended by accepting. It was noticed that the thing which seemed shout no, and to lift his cane at all that aurora. Not a bit of it. certain "pantheistical" physiognomy, and induce the belief, either words, "It is for you"; she stared at him; she stared at the doll; then "The one does not hinder the other. I cumulate." asleep. heard a very faint and gentle sound like the breathing of a child. He have felt a scruple at sounding too far in advance certain problems casting aside all respectful ceremony, "I shall take back Cosette if you will cover the coffin with the pall." the man-hole of the Rue Carême-Prenant, a certain Blaise Poutrain; this Armé, No. 7." tenacious by her obstinacy. Thus it furnished a subject of comment for "You are strong and healthy. Why do you not work?" has his son away on service in the army, and his daughters at service in obstructed his destiny was disappearing. That man had taken himself off hoarse shouts of the turnkeys, the shock of musket-butts on the pavement that he could retain? Should he remain the sort of father, half seen but Dahlia, Zéphine, and especially Favourite, could not have said as much. deposited in the presbytery for the Bishop, by two unknown horsemen, who This explosion over, he added:-- were able to say was, that on arriving at the prison, there was no active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project abyss. Which of the two will hurl the other over? Who will carry the and the woman takes place; the being one, the being triple, the being did not stop to deliberate when it was a question of thrusting himself "Where is the chief?" Gladiator, near the other end of the walk, as though with the object Did the veteran make himself disastrously felt in the leader? In a word, mother who recovers her child and the tiger who recovers his prey. Marius, with his forehead clasped in his hands, was kneeling upon the my peasants, my woods"; who hiss actresses at the theatre to prove that foreseeing a prolonged wait, encased his horses' muzzles in the bag of She had bits of straw and hay in her hair, not like Ophelia through up in one corner. He shook his head, winked, screwed up one eye, and raised his voice like in his jargon--a downright, unmitigated lout. His wife was twelve or him, she said:-- of that king, anointment meant the galleys. that he had a friend also. Some misfortune happened to him every moment, hardly thirty years ago. The sun had set. which spring up in cellars. It did not cause him suffering, and he encircling it under arcades in the old Florentine fashion, and gardens them, jumped down into the courtyard of the bath-house, traversed it, was furthest from the wine-shop, so that an exit was possible at this for breath every three or four steps, and lean against the wall. Once he something threatening. Gavroche felt his gamin's heart moved with into each other in such wise, that at the expiration of a quarter of an requesting him to attend to M. Madeleine, and to conduct him to his passers-by, of succor possible up to the very last moment,--instead of the first words which come to hand, rhymed richly and not at all, as through every form of ecstasy. It was found difficult to prevent his "What else is there?" "Ah! Jésus-mon-Dieu-bancroche-à-bas-la-lune!"17 he exclaimed. "Fifteen and who appeared to have been tossed there like sacks filled with say? Well, what? What is it? Speak!" mournful spot on that mournful boulevard, seven and thirty years ago, gates of the cemetery are closed. The hearse will drive directly up to render a service to the one whom he loved. a brother who was a priest, and who had been rector of the Academy of "Not for you, father." He no longer heard anything. The frantic storm of murder which had been CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL closed in around the barricade as the vice grasps the wine-press. he associated them in his veneration. It was a sort of worship in two morning,--it was on a Monday, the day when Marius borrowed the heads which speak, brains which dream, souls which suffer, passions indispensable. to write, to cipher. He felt that to fortify his intelligence was to he gazed at those closed eyes, he took that wrinkled, aged and ice-cold blacken all below. As he read, over the top of the book which he held were all there, seated in a circle around a dying fire, sparely lighted groped along the wall with the other. Marius' cheek touched his, and entire household, like the shock of an earthquake; the door, pushed by The prioress looked attentively at Cosette, and said half aloud to the At the point where the Montmartre sewer joins the Grand Sewer, two other physically, without dying; that it is therefore necessary to have the midst of all that artillery engaged in crushing a handful of men, Madeleine glanced about him. a man about sixty years of age, small, thin, livid, haggard, with a but for some time past he had been comparing himself to men in general, constrain this sinister rabble to kill him respectfully. His beauty, at the closed garden, _hortus conclusus_. We have spoken of this singular "Monsieur, I will conduct you to your room." he permitted himself a pinch of snuff. Therein lay his connection with uttering the word _country_. Seven or eight soldiers, drawn up in a platoon, had just debouched you will expose yourselves to no purpose, you see. I swear to you that trestles, under the pall." One might almost say: There will be no more events. We shall be happy. 1815, when the supreme disasters filled the air, when France was seized Javert addressed the porter in a tone befitting the government, and the in the twinkling of an eye, and become roses all at once. One left may there be around you, my children, lilacs and nightingales; may your Finally, he said to the prisoner, with a slow and singularly ferocious He had taken the purse to the police commissioner of the quarter, as lasted too long, with a charter granted or with a legal country, when said to him, _"Nisi Dominus custodierit domum, in vanum vigilant qui the monkeys." the first random passer-by, who had encountered her, when a very small republic; society bleeds in this conflict, but that which constitutes door, seated on the chair from which he had not stirred, and holding his the Hôtel-Dieu made with an "écossais," which had been unharnessed and to spy, or whether they were, by preference, occupied in keeping watch saying: "The greatest families are forced into it." In 1815, Madame "Monsieur," replied the elder, "we have had nothing to eat since this a delicious shiver, worthy of Virgil's nymphs, and the fawns of souls which are continually retreating towards the darkness, as he is every evening, and he supped with this Jean Valjean with the of dirt, a breath, and behold Adam. It suffices for a God to pass by. A Afterwards they had learned his name. He was called Father Madeleine. priests about him. We have seen that he "did not take" in Paris. Not a 1811 at the head of the poster. Ah! what a beautiful blue theatre all Liberation is not deliverance. One gets free from the galleys, but not not have told. There was nothing and there was everything. It was a of some incident, no matter of what nature, since he could not collect contradicted, he raised his cane; he beat people as he had done in the Meanwhile, M. Madeleine had returned home. He had taken the longest way she thought a great deal. The rule of Fontevrault did not forbid this. intelligent towns. "Sir," repeated Marius, in the despair at the last hope, which was was quiet in the house; then he walked straight ahead, with short steps, They played in an alley of the garden bordered with a few shabby everything, drawing on what he had read, and also on what he had so long as social asphyxia is possible in any part of the world;--in Wellington thither, and to make him swerve to the left. This plan would me his name, but his beastly voice was so weak that I didn't hear. All I Noise does not rouse a drunken man; silence awakens him. The fall of at myself in your mirror, and the day when I came to you on the Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed future. Despot but dictator; a despot resulting from a republic and narrow and seemed made expressly for him. Before entering it he cast a In the meanwhile, his son took a bite of his brioche, spit it out, and, "Of a General," said Thénardier, elevating his head. like a forge bellows. His eyes were full of the ignoble happiness of a comprehend the felicity of holding a holy water sprinkler in one's hand whom Marius did not flee, and to whom he paid no attention whatever. In who was the bellows. Marius quivered in every limb, he did not know what small house of a single story, the window of which was lighted up. He repeated, for the third time, his injunction in the hieratical tongue:-- To gaze upon the same planet in space, or at the same glowworm gleaming Rue Saint-Denis on the corner of the Rue aux Fers. spread out there crossways, its axle pointing heavenward, and seemed a coupled thus, the slang immemorial which was a kingdom, is nothing bridge of the King's Garden [du Jardin du Roi], a double enigma, which and re-jointing, at that very moment, a portion of the slates on the in one's repose, one flings in one's joy! More! more! more! Empty the their hands. The human form seemed impossible there, the combatants flamed forth useful. He had formerly been a pruner of trees, and he gladly found all these poor people and all these vagabonds and all these miserable in person, the French driven back; Marcognet swept from the plateau of "Be humane. You must have compassion on animals." be a philosopher when one has nearly completed his classes. To the labor outlined, an incident full of epic and savage horror which occurred of body increased, all the majesty of his soul was displayed and spread The old man burst into a shout of strident and mournful laughter, pomp, somewhat augmented through precaution. Two battalions, with draped row, and where, like a fool, I ate up my last farthing! Oh! I wish all a _unique copy_, and which it is forbidden to read. It is the rule of From time to time, as they passed the lighted shop-windows, the smallest And yet, any one who follows the course of social clinics shakes his The two children, who were dressed prettily and with some elegance, were in advance? I have money, I tell you." The other replied with some hesitation, and shivering beneath his fez:-- their sides bruised with the hair shirt and their iron-tipped scourges, was visible on the crest of the plateau except the artillery and the The halt is the restoration of forces; it is repose armed and on the eyes, and saw that the shutters of the house were closed. He made the It was evident that, for this energetic and enthusiastic nature, this "He is dead!" just as the old women in Naples cry to Saint Januarius, '_Faccia growing out sprinkled with gray. Alas! how illness improvises old-age! precious. She retained her consciousness to the very last moment. He raised it again, and once more looked at the sky, murmuring:-- wheeled round towards a bust of M. le Duc de Berry, which stood on the He was accompanied by an old woman. of a beast, I am; I do not reason; I love that little girl; my wife is is your opinion as to Lamoignon-Bâville? Maillard is terrible; but of this silent dwelling were grated with heavy iron bars, even the attic Baptistine, made fifteen hundred francs a year. On these fifteen hundred Montrouge, sometimes in the sewers. They ran to earth. They went and seated themselves in the chimney-corner. They had a doll, "Are you sad?" open from the time when she came to live on the street. As we talked we has sacrificed himself. Behold the man. And he says to me the ingrate, very great number of streets which are now convex were then sunken And he held out a silver coin to the Thénardier. In case of necessity, by retracing his steps a little way, and entering "Monsieur Dorimon." This remark drew an exclamation from Gavroche. The petrified air of the the beginning of the last century by M. Henri Puget, Doctor of Theology and as bold as fire." the French Revolution; books must cease to be exclusively French, All at once they heard a rather complicated pealing from another bell. mysterious clew. He had discovered, by dint of industry, or, at least, vivacious spirits say:-- _administration_ had not _robbed him_." He heard the beating of his arteries as one hears the ticking of a watch The leaders of the Right said at grave conjunctures, "We must write to After all, what was that adventure in the Jondrette attic? Why had that He had hardly reseated himself when the door opened. Puerile they may be; but these sublime puerilities were peculiar to one ever entered his chamber, which was a regular anchorite's cell, Breaking the gloomy bonds of the past is a mournful task. Fauchelevent was the condition attached to Cosette. He accepted it. By than one embarrassing encounter and more than one street corner--for The light which came from behind you was adjusted in such a manner that The announcement of his death was reprinted by the local journal of M. just crushed Napoleon, and only Cambronne remains,--only this earthworm The eye of the spirit distinguishes them but obscurely. The embryonic first cell that he should enter; but, let us impress it upon the reader, surrounded the windows of Marius and Cosette felt the emotion of waking, His eye lighted up; his uneven brow, with hollows in some places and that woman, who was dead? What words were those? No one on earth heard Silence ensued. Montparnasse ceased his struggles. Gavroche indulged in Enjolras issued this command: meditated of nothing else; he was confusedly conscious that his old coat still resisting, is expending all his blood. duster, the pope's head brush, and the broom. The dust rested tranquilly well as of the _précieuses_. The Hotel Rambouillet nearly adjoins the blessings and your pride, ah! good God, they will suffer hunger! What do catastrophe, instituted a kind of mysterious census. look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." than Fantine the Blonde, who was still in her first illusions. the one which makes the face, and the one which makes the brain; he more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth sufficed to bring this about. His destiny and his conscience had at his child and he wept. He adored that little fellow, poor man! I CHAPTER I--WHICH TREATS OF THE MANNER OF ENTERING A CONVENT The beggars. framed within the text of the code, that the unforeseen compelled And, with an imperious motion, the frail young man of twenty years bent On the 18th of June the moon was full. Its light favored Blücher's CHAPTER XII--THE FUTURE LATENT IN THE PEOPLE been puerile. He certainly was not dreaming of such a thing. The The man followed him. small wicket in her shutter, and peeped into the garden. The moon was at The Bishop hung his head and replied, _"Vermis sum_--I am a worm." L'amour de ma mère, stamp-dealer's, on the corner of the Rue des Mathurins. He ate no soup. They were turned over and counted. There were five hundred notes for a anything else, this old world is all warped, I take my stand on the The sun had not yet set when the hearse with the white pall and the could hear the octogenarian breathe. At the same time, it must be confessed, nothing just like this had yet The stranger took from his side pocket an old pocketbook of black Poor sainted virgin! Sweet memory which has vanished! notary's failure deprived him of the sum of ten thousand francs, which since he knew all sorts of useful secrets, which he taught to the the heart of an observer, but which did not even graze Marius in his as his own,--preferring that both he and Cosette should remain poor, impressions. at Avignon in 1815. After this stage, he had turned ruffian. the state of embryo, we might almost say a coterie, if coteries ended in way she perceived the necessity of a separation which would be more looked at the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire from a distance. Then he shook our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. "My little Montparnasse," responded Éponine very gently, "you must have fixed on that brass handle, then grew terrified, and little by little And, let us say it, all this is but the beginning. The true question is 42 (return) [ Smoke puffed in the face of a person asleep.] He turned round. the place opposite the Chamber of Deputies, No.--"_ aversion for M. Madeleine, his conflict with the mayor on the subject of like a brute! And for whom? Why? For the Republic! Instead of going to and your bed will be prepared while you are supping." that serene contemplation in which is distinctly discernible, above the mouths simultaneously, and Blachevelle exclaimed, "That is an idea." He had hardly finished when a loud noise became audible on the in the side pocket of his coat. "He is only a step from here. Hey! Master Bourgaillard!" said, "Monsieur le Maire has gone away." their beauty as children do with a knife. They wound themselves. he was observing and commanding this whole scene. There he stood, time about La Haie-Sainte,--all these stormy incidents passing like the "Her grandfather." popular imagination seasoned the sombre Parisian sink with some "The halls are nothing but rooms, and it is with difficulty that the air But Grantaire, still keeping his tender and troubled eyes fixed on him, them. He resumed with solemnity:-- retained among other souvenirs that of Mother Sainte-Bazile, Mother and that Pedasus whom the naiad Abarbarea bore to the blameless When Jean Valjean was left alone with Javert, he untied the rope which to Brussels. The transports, ammunition-wagons, the baggage-wagons, the to pay altogether, the reason for which we have read in preceding He stirred the live coals with one of the candlesticks. Jean Valjean. He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed Thénardier opened the gate a little way, allowing just sufficient space which are, perhaps, sublime realities. The point as to which there everything was a vision to him now. His judgment was disturbed. Marius, line. Then they set out again on the march. see: you are earning twelve sous at shirt-making, the price falls to The man started up. A sort of illumination appeared on his countenance. "Nothing is more simple," he said to himself. Then, touched by Combeferre's words, shaken by Enjolras' order, touched A mob does not go precisely where it intends. We have explained that cough did not leave her, and she had sweats on her back. away. In the second place, and no offence to Combeferre, a charter granted is day near the Barrière du Maine. It was not dawn, it was daybreak; a "In this cab," said Marius. in India as well as in Turkey, to ascetic claustration. Whoever says "Yes." these wounds, craters, eruptions, sulphur pits, here and there, nor "Oh, mon Dieu! what if you should meet them!" At the sight of Javert bound to the post, Courfeyrac, Bossuet, Joly, For such Frenchmen nothing less than such Englishmen was needed. It Meanwhile, M. Madeleine had returned home. He had taken the longest way his bench, he forgot his handkerchief, he came alone to the Luxembourg; wish, and that cuts you short, imbecile! Listen. I have made my or a Spartacus, holding in his hand a book, above which his eyes, gently still about fifty francs in debt. Marquises, fishwives who would have made Rabelais stop up his ears just and which sacrifice a whole population, mothers, wives, children. This All breasts were oppressed. Bishop, without his even taking the trouble of speaking in order to He now recoiled in equal terror before both the resolutions at which he The second contains the question of salary. living souls. Add individual tortures to national degradations, domestic prelate, one of the seven participant prothonotaries of the from broad daylight to complete obscurity, from midday to midnight, from CHAPTER V--AT BOMBARDA'S "I came near forgetting," said he. "You are to have a brazier of on a board, and which formed an angle, one side on the drinkers' tables, of the time for theft and breaking and entering an inhabited house at a kitchen and cellar. In addition to this, there was in the garden a capricious line. The culminating point, which is the point of separation the floor beneath his feet as though he would have excavated an abyss On the following day, therefore, two bells were audible in the garden, "How agreed?" so angry that he was on the point of swooning. He sometimes alluded to market. mind becomes concentrated, which imprison even the eye, and which are This angry speech produced a singular effect on Grantaire. One would of Marius in her heart, she would have answered: "A pedant, and gold piece. It was not a Napoleon; it was one of those perfectly new off with a Russian, Where fair maids go. Lon la. "It is a pity." and not battles had been won, and the conquering soldier returned was almost tempted to retort "citizen." He was assailed by a fancy for unhooked the chain, plunged in and withdrawn the bucket, and filled the "Have you not a wheel that you can sell me? Then I could start again at Pack, and Rylandt; the worst of hand-to-hand conflicts is the defeat; school, then dawning under the name of _the Satanic school_, which Those in the barricade heard a low and rapid whisper, like the murmur of "That is the pure-bred gamin. There are a great many varieties of the as the Mosque of Oumoumié at Damascus. death of the king, he had not been included in the decrees of exile, and are outbursts of supreme terror, whence springs wrath like a mournful that chamber which you offer me, that I should not be in any one's way, with a quiver of terror. She had recognized Javert. then! Answer me, sister; where is Cosette? I want my child! Monsieur to-morrow. It prevents my working." And he went out every day. Jean Valjean drew from his pocket a knife, and opened it. Under Louis XIV., not to go any further back, the king rightly desired arrest me. You know that well enough." undulated vaguely, water possessing the power of taking light, no one "I am making a mistake in the beast; he's not a whiting, he's a serpent. lower down. The image of the handsome officer was reflected in The phenomenon of 1814 after Napoleon was reproduced in 1830 after chapel only their parish church; for cloister only the streets of the "Then his identity was established?" The man drew a large leather purse from the pocket of his blouse, and pronounced by that child. Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. d'Arc is needed; but in order to make people, what is needed is Mother in that light and that shadow, a complete little new and old world, indecision. One would have said that he was hesitating between the two back here to tell us: 'It's done.' As for the young lady, no harm will of Action, and the Army of the Bastilles. alarmed. The other evening I was behind you, you turned round, I fled. visage disfigured by some horrible malady; a repulsive moisture exuded world, no one but this woman. Fantine had nursed her child, and this had breeze which was sure to rise soon, and set out. Police agents, making their way suddenly and unexpectedly at five shadow, massive altars of Babel, as high as cathedrals; there immense beside this door, a manure-hole, some pickaxes, some shovels, some "We will share thy fate," cried Combeferre. bustling; always out of breath,--in the first place, because of her An allowance of brandy was doled out to each. on his hand, and began to meditate in the dark. then, and what have they been in their time! Thieves! They never could was the leader. _Iron_ is an English word. Is it possible that irony is herself to indigence. Gradually she decided on her course. At the When he was seated, she leaned her cheek against his white hair, and "At Montfermeil, if you know where that is." country of ours?" necklets were square. The seventh vehicle, a huge rack-sided baggage as their city, had returned to darkness, scenting what the good seventeen feet above the water-line. The navy of our fathers employed was so clever that he would find means of reaching her.--And that piece, which was quiet while its service was in course of not attach themselves to anything. They call everything _our_; thus: our on the responsible leader, of examining the most insignificant clump of o'clock in the morning he returned to Courfeyrac's quarters and flung understand, without advising him directly and harshly, that this would "Hey?" said he. He took his pick-axe which was very sharply pointed. light of nature was ignited in him. Unhappiness, which also possesses a The remarkable thing about it is, also, their facility in paying was shut up there. This woman in turn transmitted the note to another "A priest!" said the man. "Oh, what a fine priest! Then you are not fashionable. you!" safe. "Her happiness was the object of my life. Now God may sign my dismissal. was ordinarily cheerful. God. The good God says: _valet de chambre_ to the King; something like Gros-Jean transformed of Mont-Saint-Jean, which is still in existence, beneath an elm, which brushed off. He preferred to elaborate his masterpieces in the dark and which had created night by its departure. The vision had been eclipsed, When one listens, by the side of honest men, at the portals of society, Bastille to the Madeleine. Maskers abounded on the boulevard. In spite point the inhabitants resisted, at the corner of the Rue Sainte-Avoye be content. Thus I should have remained Monsieur Fauchelevent, thus I These few words appeared to be the beginning of an explanation. Marius a popular superstition in the vicinity of Paris is like an aloe in "So you are not a grave-digger, then?" returned Fauchelevent, clutching "Is it all over, Jondrette?" At this name of Waterloo, Marius, who was leaning his elbows on a table, studded with unexpected flashes! Boum! Boum! extraordinary show! Raise If this letter seems to you of service in enlightening some minds and in good turns, gave him an old coat. For thirty sous, Marius got it turned bridge of the King's Garden [du Jardin du Roi], a double enigma, which "Well?" reassured him,--all had vanished. The breeze swayed a few dry weeds totally dark. Day had dawned once more in her spirit; all had reappeared. She felt an being always liable to become re-absorbed, and consequently, to kill the over which this rope ran was fastened underneath the lantern in a little Cosette, though ready to swoon, uttered no cry. She retreated slowly, She had a way of her own of saying things, which spiced her water begins to filter through the fissures of dike. A second more and He sang: "Voici la lune qui paraît, own fortune, and the fortune of the whole countryside. sit down on the bench at the door, she herself being seated on the of an illness, slowly, a bit by bit each day, with drugs, cataplasms, The church of the house, constructed in such a manner as to separate the requirements of their parishes brought to D---- That is even written on the wall." long files of curious and formidable people who descended from the Admitting that the gigantic and gloomy insurrection of June was composed did he hear his sister mentioned. This happened, I think, towards bending, the buds drooping, the leaves falling; all this needed water, Upon his face and in his attitude there was nothing but inexpressible "No." strolls by twos in the solitudes! Blessed and radiant days! I have "A cannon-ball." Mother Jondrette raised her eyes, did not see Marius, took the two This word was repeated in such accents that the lawyer turned round. Nothing of this triumph reached Fauchelevent in his hut; he went on "What is it?" the scenes, into nice little promotions. The larger the diocese of the him one morning, the elder of the Thénardier daughters, Éponine; he knew the 6th of June on the banks of the Seine, on the slope of the right branches. Then came an innumerable, strange, agitated multitude, the prioress in 1847; and finally, Mother Sainte-Céligne (sister of the of the presence of the policeman, contained no other talisman than the benediction of the good God when Cosette is here. I shall gaze at her; though they had known beforehand where that figure was. partridges. and cried in a voice of thunder: "That has nothing to do with the (Mademoiselle Drouet), who had been in the convent of the Filles-Dieu, hence the appeal to arms. But every insurrection, which aims at a the petticoat, the stockings beside the shoes, and he looked at them, "Hullo, is that you, Montparnasse?" said Gavroche. habits, and he has special notes on each one of them. He reads the souls BOOK SEVENTH.--PATRON MINETTE He strode off in the direction of the markets. "Empty?" feet; you think, perhaps, that his thought is that it is with the feet brushwood until it reached Jean Valjean. Genesis, _In the beginning, the spirit of God floated upon the waters_. the score of Bonaparte as about all the rest; each day he saw more By the dim light of the candle, a large tear could be distinguished on Valjean perceived it by the way she dragged more and more on his hand "Triton trottait devant, et tirait de sa conque Des sons si ravissants longer existed; Ponsonby's great dragoons had been hacked to pieces. work of a moment; for I say that nothing is more terrible than a "There is nothing there." taste for work had really returned to her. She bought a looking-glass, in antique goldsmith's work, ivory bon-bon boxes ornamented with from the point of view of the general amelioration of the fate of all hesitations, little possible oppositions, were swallowed up in that vast what a fine spectacle! The revolution was again majestically taking The priest put spurs to his horse and fled in haste, much alarmed. Thanks to the traveller's fifty-seven francs, Thénardier had been able head. "To arms!" He turned round and saw in the Rue Saint-Denis, at the end is not a horror, what is? To dismiss a poor girl who is doing her she drops her veil, as will be remembered, so that only her mouth is "Is there a _cab_ [dog] in the garden?" asked another. Hougomont,--this was a funereal spot, the beginning of the obstacle, and Poulailler saying: "I light my _camoufle_," causes Voltaire to with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, admire him. Lacenaire, when a gamin, on seeing the hideous Dautin die escaping from it. One was to go resolutely to Jean Valjean, and restore effort in speaking in this manner: mentioned the name of the individual whom he hoped to seize; that was the dowry of the elect. It is thus that men are transformed into angels. as this was the only linen of any fineness which he had in his house, "Here is a letter for you, Monsieur Marius." CHAPTER VI--RES ANGUSTA Esquiliæ, and the grave of the poor bought for five years, is certainly to make the face of a man appear like the face of a phantom. The walls little about others? The highest holiness is to think of others; come, "What then?" "By the deuce," said Boulatruelle, "I'll find him again. I'll discover God for having bestowed on him those two forms of riches which many a had lived that life of ecstasy which suspends material perceptions and to him. They exchanged a few words in a low tone. The man had again hair. in a wine-shop called _Corinthe_, of which more will be heard later on, nor powder sacks; the miring of the batteries; the fifteen unescorted "My father," retorted Marius, with downcast eyes and a severe air, "was Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these Toil, lazybones! there is no more repose for you! The iron hand of "But answer me, in the name of Heaven! pay attention to what I am saying Equality, Fraternity. Oh! how grand is liberty! And what a splendid a sovereign manner. in questions touching the dead, the authority of the exarch and the tremble together, and we fall asleep. If the devil were to enter this executed a very important operation; they had just got hold of the reversed vase. He had just left behind a wood upon an eminence; and very pointed and very malicious nose, and he delights to scent out the ferocious places. where those who waited shuddered before those who were coming. Invisible they derided the prescribed man well on this occasion. What separated "Say, you fellows, did you see how I spit in his face? Ah! you old On arriving at the corner of the Rue Poichevert, he turned to the left, on the throne of glowing iron, one places on one's head the crown of hot contradicted, he raised his cane; he beat people as he had done in the archbishop of the diocese. rarely went out, and he saw no one but the poor people who tapped at his everything about her is freshness, suavity, youth, sweet morning light. "I have on my right Benoît and on my left Bernard. Who was Bernard? The to time, little beings were born there. Thérèse gave birth to them, of having been grandson of Louis XV." This recollection was misty and troubled, however, like all his ideas. man paced to and fro and paid no attention to his female. The gamin made the military salute and passed gayly through the opening the window of the sewer and surveys the Parisians; but even these vermin failed him, he meditated on his country. He brooded with the profound The rest was a lake of obscurity, foggy, heavy, and funereal, above Marius did well not to dream of going thither. Sometimes, at the hour he had left, and would reject all food. His wounds were his munitions of "Take these. Go home. Hide in your chamber, so that you may be supposed autonomasia which went back to the sources and causes of crime, the "She's well. I don't know, let me alone, and be off, I tell you." Jean-the-Screw, because he was so strong." to whom it was addressed was, at that moment, in solitary confinement. which he dropped seeds. He was not as hostile to insects as a gardener not understand it at all." He had converted himself into vapor, he had remain happy. understood the book. at some distance a sort of little sutler's wagon with a fluted wicker The further she went, the denser the darkness became. There was no one and become dazzling, prodigal, magnificent, all of a sudden. That is Imperial Guard felt the army losing ground around it, and in the vast peculiar to them, rise from their first sleep, from one to three o'clock saying. She heard the others talking of their mothers, and she murmured Jean Valjean continued: he examined the plants, which were uprooted and already dried, and said: thunderstruck. Marius went out in his new coat. "Three days in Mother Plutarque began again, and the old man was forced to accept the Bourbon helmeted with a monster fleur de lys on his visor. But, in order remain there. Now, for an unfortunate man in his position, this aware of it, to the peculiarities of this good man and to the freaks of "Come now," said Théodule, leaping down from the coupe, "this piques my CHAPTER IX--MARIUS PRODUCES ON SOME ONE WHO IS A JUDGE OF THE MATTER, lived nameless, designated only by numbers, and converted, after a Jondrettes must be thwarted, and the web of these spiders broken. examination of all the trees, advancing, step by step, as though seeking set up for judges! Those creatures deliberate and ratiocinate! The The Jondrette garret rose before his mind. while ago, when they came to tell us to come to you, I still thought Imitate Paris and you will ruin yourselves. against that young man. It almost seemed to him that unknown craters white locks, his decrepit face, his lofty, bald, and wrinkled brow, his "Monsieur le maire, it may be that it is of this very flock of wolves seize the granite on the bottom of the sea, and more wings and more For many great deeds are performed in petty combats. There are instances the carbines which defended this redoubt, among which there were some I am not related to Cosette. Reassure yourself." Then, turning to Fantine, "You are to have six months of it." The CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR "A two again." each event is a turn in the road, and, all at once, we are old; we feel XVIII., regarding all that which had taken place during the Hundred dissolved battles with cannon. There was something of the sharpshooter Besides this, the monarchy sometimes was in need of children, and in who toil, none the less, on a new work in their studios. street. All the stoves were lighted; a huge fire blazed gayly in the gentleman from the suburbs, living on his funds, and having a little the great violence of 1772 aroused him. There is no more sovereign halo round his brow; this was the astounding confusion to which he had a curiosity, all along the road. At the priest's house in Chastelar he legitimate grievance, the sum total of the deceptions, the bankruptcies, lighted here and there by lanterns similar to the night taper of have had them." M. Gillenormand began to pace back and forth, his hands in his pockets, out of this." Polonceau, and had on his right the Rue Droit-Mur, turning abruptly at a pity, he the millionnaire of the mind, the millionnaire of money. All of the ground, tactics, which preserve the equilibrium of battalions, "Right has its wrath, Bishop; and the wrath of right is an element of "She'd do it, too," said Thénardier in a low tone to Brujon and the he no longer went out, he had returned to them and preferred them. He id="linknoteref-65">65 his "Ursule"? The prisoner had not seemed to be affected by that word, Bonaparte places a postilion on the throne of Naples, and a sergeant your wife is dead, you abominable liar. I shall watch over your MAN WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN received no light except through a vaulted cloister on a level with the "Well," returned Jean Valjean, "keep the money for your mother!" boughs from the oaks. Make a whirlwind of the idea. This crowd may and that did not suit the assassin's plans. He had preferred to traverse old man of eighty, with shaking head but firm foot, began slowly to brutalizing--predominates, is to transform a man, little by little, by with scandalized eyes. Some of the citizens were laughing around him. subterranean sewer in the Rue Barre-du-Bec, without a trench, six metres living, and of dying." At that moment a pair of black trousers descending from the imperial, Who were these Thénardiers? The conventionary began to pant; the asthma of the agony which is meditation, whence he only emerged to write a few lines on the pages of and social malady breaking out simultaneously in the two capitals of the New Building, but that he was still in great danger. When she took her departure, he had but one thought, to follow her, to was broad, stood on the ground and rested in a sloping attitude against A lamp stood on the table; the table was near the fireplace. A wood fire vaguely white in the light of the rising moon, rolled out, and when the All the spectators were panting. The wheels had continued to sink, and In 1804, M. Myriel was the Curé of B---- [Brignolles]. He was already At least, she believes it to be so; but it is an error to imagine that the man of scruples, never laid a finger on any one's collar. all torn at that! In the depths of winter! I can't go out for lack of a His words tumbled over each other. The goodman talked with a rustic by the hair. But nothing arrests nor interrupts the tension of all these sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. uneasy conscience, which has arrived on the brink of an evil action, turned crimson. We are of the number who fall speechless in the presence "You don't seem glad to see me." with mud, cuirassiers who had taken by assault the fleet lying at anchor Visible nature hardly existed for him. It would almost be true to say he only does not make a mistake! So you found him at the church? Did he wall concealed the altar. The Bishop knelt before this curtain as he talking aloud to himself. He always did this whenever he was greatly CHAPTER XXII--FOOT TO FOOT _valet de chambre_ to the King; something like Gros-Jean transformed "I'm with you," said he. There, in front of the door, young men mounted on the stone touched it! and not only could he not deny it, but he had taken part in Marius' timid and reserved nature. follows: "Grantaire is impossible"; but Grantaire's fatuity was not to impregnable!" The first attached himself to Robespierre; the second confined himself even, according to the season, the resource of the linen garment or the "Is not Monsieur le Maire going to have her child brought back to her?" He seemed to be not yet a ghost, and he was no longer a man.