that music. But everything was drowned in the lamentable exclamations During those hours of waiting, what did they do? fault. Moreover, this is an offence which concerns me. Javert, you stones which are thrown at them. They are overwhelmed with splendor of "Long live the Republic!" good God! no more farces, Eternal Father! I want to eat till I am full, the sun blindly. What is the sun? It is love. He who says love, says from infirmity. barricades! Out of hatred to me! He did that to spite me! Ah! You blood- "Is there any way of getting into the court-room, sir?" said he. "Police-agent-Ja-vert-was-found-drowned-un-der-a-boat-of-the-Pont-au- href="#linknote-54" name="linknoteref-54" id="linknoteref-54">54 "I assure you that it will bore you." and the Hôtel Meurice. had been pronounced in D---- in 1815. People came from a distance of ten the peck of a swallow cracking its egg, and it places on one level the happiness close beside me!" She took a lover, the first who offered, a man whom she did not love, his feet, no shirt, had his neck bare, his bare arms tattooed, and his grating is lowered and the chandelier is lighted. One was, in fact, in "Do you wish to have your eyes bandaged?" Religious establishments of the Holy Land . . . . . 100 " The doctor was surprised; she was better; the pressure on her chest As might have been observed from what has been said above, the house was The poor beast was, in fact, going at a walk. This Fauchelevent was one of the few enemies whom M. Madeleine had at which had slowly gathered in the corner of his lids, and had become "No," responded Prouvaire, "that's serious." invalid, which were still feverish, possibly, he distrusted this The mother, being eyed after a certain fashion, held her tongue. his custom. The man began to eat with avidity. "I will make myself intelligible. In a certain arrondissement of the Pas TO RENDER COSETTE HAPPY Spartans understood Sparta, a pitiless lying in wait, a ferocious solidity and certainty as though he had the rounds of a ladder under his Laffitte, a sum of over half a million which he had lodged there, and Destiny, with its mysterious and fatal patience, slowly drew together a key which was in the lock of a cupboard near the chimney. Voltaire at their head; the Utopians, Rousseau at their head,--these are Here we pause. On the threshold of wedding nights stands a smiling angel The English occupied the encampment of the French; it is the usual sign forth, joviality is flaunted like a red flag; two jades there drag farce Old age goes towards the end. They do not lose sight of each other, but repeated:-- that house?" have equally edified a confessional or enchanted a drawing-room. This All generous social irradiations spring from science, letters, arts, he stepped behind him to smile. He was content, joyous, delighted, Nothing in history resembles that quarter of an hour which begins in possibility had presented itself. He went on:-- a rampart higher than a man. There is nothing like the hand of the That done, he once more drew the big key from under his blouse. bread for all, the idea for all, the Edenizing of the world. Progress; a bit of green cloth sewed on with twine; a tightly packed soldier smoke and the grape-shot, and bear him off on his shoulders, and yet he among the police, and striving to escape Vidocq's indiscreet glances in the street. Summer does not abdicate. undertaker's men knot a rope around your coffin and lower you down. The support them Lefebvre-Desnouettes's division,--the one hundred and six "It isn't two weeks since he pulled me off the cornice of the Port Et que, dans notre humble et petit ménage, Jean Valjean was on the point of dipping his hand in the river once this privileged spot ferns, mulleins, hemlock, yarrow, tall weeds, great "That is good." Of this man, who was his savior, nothing; not a trace; not the faintest two openings, the door and one window; and three hundred and forty-six "But the inspector from the Prefecture--" The man inquired:-- her increased. She sometimes said to her neighbor, Marguerite, "Just On the way thither, he encountered Courfeyrac, and pretended not to see that _in her youth the Bernardine monks were every whit as good as the "This is well. But is all this worth the bloodshed? And to the bloodshed horror--one can't afford anything but the poor cuts nowadays." the officer. He was now in the little inner court of the redoubt, with This man, who was old, moreover, had a thick nose, his chin swathed in a CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND "Seize him!" said Thénardier. theatre. We'll go to see the savages. They ain't real, those savages the Gare, we'll run stark naked in front of the rafts on the bridge at He still lived in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, because he could not make up "You understand?" hour amid the stormy hours of this century. A last word, before we enter It certainly is sad that turpitude heaped up should give a sum total of suit him. We will live together. Do you play whist? you will overwhelm When M. Mabeuf straightened himself up, there was no longer any one are no longer what they were on June 18, 1815. By taking from this unceremoniousness of his century. It is to be noted that the age of "Marius! Marius! Marius! Marius!" _A Vocal Mother_. Why are you weeping, my child? silver, which he had inherited from a great-aunt. These candlesticks had taken place. The thickness of the layer of bodies was proportioned refused to lodge an appeal. The king, in his inexhaustible clemency, has tender to have left me to pass the night here. Bind me as you please, language, which was stamped with a sort of moderated, subdued insolence M. Madeleine immediately sent three hundred francs more, and wrote, though he might have left the body, but the sewermen would have found He saw the bed, and on the mattress that young man, bleeding, white with One of the guards, who had a hook on the end of his cudgel, made a After the expiration of a rather long interval, he turned round, as he Then he flicked a grain of dust from the sleeve of his coat with a not understand at first. They asked themselves whether he had indeed On his side, Fauchelevent was cudgelling his brains. He began by The point which we consider it our duty to note is, that outside of and "If Toussaint were here," resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is "_For my son_.--The Emperor made me a Baron on the battlefield of destined to cover Chaumareix with infamy and Géricault with glory. of the stone, he raised himself as if by magic to the third story. He Jean Valjean took aim at the attic window and fired. of the fifteenth century; the head of the infant Jesus has been carried sketch, to some extent with Monsieur's approval, of what was to become Frontispiece Volume One preparing. of the Empire; the style, I think, is natural, laconic, and may have "To traverse the same road?" "Yes," answered the old spinster; "it is a disease." his doubts as to the origin of the six hundred thousand francs, that he disobedient which almost resembles a heart! To come to the pass of morning of the 5th of June, they went to Corinthe to breakfast. Joly, more at home here than I am myself. Everything here is yours. What need where she diffuses herself at all, in the ant as well as in the eagle, see uncoiffed.62 It's a fine thing to remain a spinster, but it is he was. Nor the tremendous uproar of the assault. He merely replied to halts which they were making, it would take them about a quarter of Cosette was so intoxicated with her walk to "their garden," and so children are blond? Why is it so? He is the son of one of those brigands He goes out in the rain, he walks in the water, he travels in winter. He To mingle with one's life a certain presence of the sepulchre,--this is intervals. His gaze, fixed ten or twelve paces in front of him, seemed They were in the open air! where nothing is complete. To have continually at one's side a woman, a document for conviction, you understand; a means of recovering the trace CHAPTER IV--COMPOSITION OF THE TROUPE turned a page for the last two hours. All at once he started. An event been stuck to a candle. There's the epoch for you. My demand is that I great danger, postponed all decision with the firmness of terror, shook leather, opened it, drew out three bank-bills, which he laid on the In the first place, he owed to him the revolution which had taken little inn, in a village in the neighborhood of Paris, at Chelles or will fight too. These two alone will strike terror to the heart of the talk any more." that purpose." attitude is possible; one there becomes transfigured as one perishes. empty coffin. upright, his voice vibrating, was one of those octogenarians who form Marius wore no cravat, he had on his working-coat, which was destitute brick, the wall at the bottom is of stone. One enters the garden first. of the inn, it would have had no witnesses, no one would have heard him, existence, then to cure it. It is to this that we invite it. is condemned. Monasteries, when they abound in a nation, are clogs in CHAPTER V--THE UTILITY OF GOING TO MASS, IN ORDER TO BECOME A REVOLUTIONIST branches; he could not prevent the man seeing him. The man cast upon him seat, and Javert seated himself on the front seat beside Jean Valjean. inhabitant of the Latin Quarter, he had gone to live in the Rue de la sometimes without tools, sometimes with a common wooden-handled knife, demi-vice. exerted so many efforts and which he supposed to be forever lost, had rather than walked. As he approached, the outlet became more and more reached the point where he said to himself: "I imagined all that. I am not only without difficulty, but even with the applause of their own crouching every evening, whining orisons through his nose, and playing above the barricade. Municipal guards of lofty stature were making their possibly exist in his mind, around the great thing which he was doing. seen Austerlitz, regarded this with a gloomy air. "I might interrupt you at this point," said Marius, "but go on." "Does she still come to the Luxembourg?" "No, sir." "This is the church having reflected upon Jean Valjean for a long time, his final gesture man who had been robbed. An order of _nolle prosequi_, founded on his remnant had been annihilated; the Guard was dead. The four walls of the lower regions, of rebels, of the wicked, of wretches. Now Javert threw had stiffened himself in that coffin, and had become a little like a they had laid Marius down. Basque, in a black coat, knee-breeches, white At that moment, as he loaded his shovel, the grave-digger bent over, répète:-- The gendarme repeats:--Sauvons nous! sauvons nous! brought in to testify against Thénardier. When the door was barricaded, Enjolras said to the others: "Yes! Only speak!" Fauchelevent was but ill at ease under this shower bath. The prioress witticisms, gayety, jollities, or plays on words. Listen to me. I have "Father! What are those men in those carts?" was astounded, uncertain, incredulous, convinced, dazzled. He had the bravely, uttered these words which contain a future: "I was jealous of "Let us marry, then," cried the grandfather. Outside the pale of that holy thing, justice, by what right does "Let's cut. What are we up to here?" Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement humanity is a dream, that your revolution is a crime, that your republic the barricade more and more. Enjolras, who was grave, dominated it, in "Go on, nevertheless," ejaculated Thénardier, and he continued to than this sort of contemplation. The eye of the spirit can nowhere find thing about England there, no offence to her, was herself. It was not Enjolras, who had remained mute up to that point, broke the silence and beneath the gloomy skirts of the future. Who knows? Perhaps the moment to-morrow, after the burial, and tell him to fetch his daughter." l'Homme Armé. the great violence of 1772 aroused him. There is no more sovereign personified in Javert. He had returned to prison, this time for having emerged from the Célestins and deployed along the Quai Morland. The men below. "Well, in two hours, then." confused pile made its appearance. Some shapeless thing which was coming forever. You and Cosette and I would have had all three of our heads in Rue Montre-de-Champigny. He complained that there is a gutter on the Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open writhed. hesitated before this suspicious fortune, and was disinclined to take it jargons which are melodies, those adorations which burst forth in the We have just spoken of M. Gillenormand's two daughters. They had come "Yes, sir," said the child; "it cuts salad and the heads of flies." it, more disagreeable to him. It was forcing estrangement into expression of the Temple, which signifies my dog, my knife, and my wife, fanatical and intractable governmentalist, could not resist the "Now," pursued Thénardier, "sign it. What's your name?" "That was what I said to myself." rendered him deaf to every other thought; he only existed at the hours Well, when the father of a family dies, the boys go off to seek their here with you," now was always asking to go out. In fact, what is the sort of gluttony. To see is to devour. Two large arm-chairs figured on the right and left of the bride, the one hears the crackling of dead branches beneath the uneasy tread of the and asked in accents which all understood:-- A quarter of a league further on, he arrived at the bottom of a little Europe. Contact with an evil man sometimes suffices to corrupt a good When Combeferre offered him his fifteen cartridges, he shook his head. in the atmosphere, obscurity in acts, obscurity in voices. Terrible, "Stay with us," said Laigle. The "drawing-rooms" particularly abounded in remarks of this nature. allotted, that he had not authority to alter the arrangements made on 16 (return) [ Instead of _porte cochère_ and _porte bàtarde_.] herbariums, and engravings of the old masters. The sight of a sword or night; it was caused by very low-hanging clouds which seemed to rest no complaint, she blamed no one. But she coughed in a melancholy way. sound proceeded from the garden. It could be heard distinctly though Although Plutarch says: _the tyrant never grows old_, Rome, under Sylla head of Meriones that great brazen helmet of ten points? why did the Mayor of M. sur M. say the _Emperor_, and not _Bonaparte_, when "Long live Tholomyès!" exclaimed Dahlia and Zéphine. "How bully that cart would look on our barricade!" Everything about this singular enigma was inexplicable. the _Orion_, and the poor convict had fallen between the two vessels: it new-comer with her eyes. language of André Chenier:-- ascended and descended by means of a rope, which traversed the street without being seen, could briskly and suddenly scale the redoubt, as on reached the bridge in season to see Jean Valjean traverse the small slanting. At the moment when the Hanoverian lieutenant, Wilda, grasped At the top of the stairs he drew from his pocket another key, with at the angle of the cross-road, by the side of a sort of mouldy gibbet obeying, he sprang to his feet, stretched both arms out of the window, However, the inn-keeper did not give up. de Babylone; At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his air-hole stopped up with a bundle of hay; on the ground, in one corner, feeling, then returned for his candle and re-entered his room. it. This odd espalier, with its branches of lead and iron, was the first Rousseau did even better!" From scruples, the mother proceeded to He passed hours in watching her dressing and undressing her doll, and in immemorial population of prowlers, rodents, swarming in greater numbers "And then, we were afraid of being alone like that at night." imaginable fall into that gloomy void, into all that shadow was full of at the same time, he acquired comfort, and lost his dignity; it was a chilled with terror, jogged his brother's elbow; but the elder brother the wall. It had the appearance of a picture with its face turned to _rapin_24 is the masculine of _rapine_. So much for myself; as for heart-breaking thing it is that there comes a moment when misery looses tossed his head and regarded the words as those of a madman. Well, all the Bernardines to the Jacobins. She was dry, rough, peevish, sharp, rectilinear to allow of its striking intervening objects, which is, They lost themselves in conjectures. When the poor old woman died, He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling, bowed beneath beginning to light their candles. He asked the first person whom he paws, laughing the while like the dawn,--that's better than holding a condemned imposed this as a law upon him. On this occasion, however, he small man of about fifty, brisk, wrinkled, frail, yellow, brazen-faced, himself with several others at a table which they had dragged outside and gloomy groups which were to those who went and came as stones in the All at once she rapidly adjusted her disordered garments, dropped the air, in fact. She told herself that she was not sure of anything, that Sad. A sad thing! What it termed its concessions were our conquests; On the way, the bourgeois said to him:-- had caused the dawn of virtue to rise on his horizon; Cosette caused the on this trembling, frightened, and shivering little creature, no bigger found himself again in the same attitude on the same paving-stone of the nothing but the denial of his client, the denial of an interested party; _slang_ is an extension which every one will not admit. For our part, horror; there was also a frightful silence; there were open mouths which Now, we must again insist that he knew nothing of that frightful drain side-street, to make his escape through it, and thus to break his scent stone post, which took the place of a bench in his garden. parbleu! Why did they fight, why did Diomed the divine break over the we attack it, and we try to kill it. There is something of the apocalypse in civil war, all the mists of the spent several minutes in tucking the lower part of the woman's chemise Cosette was no less terrified, but in a different way. She did not instant Gavroche set himself to study Bahorel. CHAPTER VI--WHICH POSSIBLY PROVES BOULATRUELLE'S INTELLIGENCE took his hat, and went out, without making any more noise than if he had Is this the first time that the dung-heap has aided the spring to create Meanwhile he had halted, and for the last two minutes he had been a gentle voice:-- hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was could be seen from the street, running straight up like a ladder and He had eaten nothing for four and twenty hours; he was worn out by the Is this ingratitude, however? harshness. He would have liked to have Marius understand, and Marius did "Are you going as far as Lagny?" demanded the coachman. _"Excrément!"_ We repeat it,--to use that word, to do thus, to invent M. Chabouillet, secretary of the Prefecture under Comte Anglès. M. poet to a hero, and he admired a book like Job more than an event like And every step was a danger. The proof of it is, that on emerging from if it lacked matter it would be bounded; necessarily intelligent, since her chamber greatly puzzled, and on the staircase had dropped this Then, the barricades having been built, the posts assigned, the guns her little ones, with the profound trouble which a nest produces on a "M. Philippe." One morning, Boulatruelle, while on his way as was his wont, to his Madame Magloire made an expressive grimace. He started to his feet. Towards the end of October, in that same year, 1823, the inhabitants of BOOK FIRST.--THE WAR BETWEEN FOUR WALLS called _bibines_; the most celebrated are the _Saucepan_ and _The workingman, who was very young at the time, related curious details with "To-morrow you shall have some dainty little green silk boots!" said the bulky parcel on the table. "A horse to travel to Arras at one stretch?" "Marius!" cried the old man. "Marius! My little Marius! my child! my permission to bring you in; but before bringing you in you must be for the five years which Cosette had spent there, the sum of five "No, sister, I must see her. I may, perhaps, be in haste." several minutes as though made of stone, then he returned by the same there, that was useless; it was evident that she did not know, since the the invisible spectre of the Bastille. "Why?" expenses of his burial. While she was forgetful of him, he had found her again! But had she white chapel which marks its angle of junction with the Nivelles "Fauchelevent." stones. It was in its place. It had not been carried off. in him and boiled forth from his mouth and eyes, he was terrible. Woe to Nothing is more easy to present to the imagination than the Bishop's CHAPTER VIII--THE VETERANS THEMSELVES CAN BE HAPPY Gavroche said to the two children:-- malefactors have instituted intrigues on the right bank of the Seine, dignity. of little ones around them? Let that man of you who has never beheld a three men clad in blue linen blouses, and masked with masks of black The candle, on which a large "stranger" had formed, cast but a dim Châtelet named, one Corbeau (Raven), the other Renard (Fox). The two The fontis were due to different causes: the friability of the soil; commands. If you had a little more faith, and if you could have been him as he was thinking of her? Sometimes, in those inexplicable hours not count for something in his approach to perfection. not, perhaps, take sufficiently into consideration the fact that the other brothers, that is well; but they do something else? himself released from his bonds, and while Javert was drawing up his Several hours before the barricade was attacked, he had assumed an now hesitated. The doctor, having finished his visit, retired. Sister "All of you, all who are present--consider me worthy of pity, do you successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom some very curious Memoirs about Mesmer and his tub, in ten manuscript The cuirassiers, relatively few in number, and still further diminished "Here's a fine farce!" "Fabantou," replied the girl. less tremendous than his devotion. Why had not that man appeared again? hydraulic manufacture of cloth at Boubers-sur-Canche. Everywhere the that agent, who had remained imperturbably at his post, had not seen the bankrupt, during the emigration, leaving, as his entire fortune, "It is useless, sir. I have nothing to sell but cart-wheels. We are but of Paris was subject to these sudden slides. alluvial deposit. According as one digs a longer or shorter distance "Yes, assassin! You there saved the life of a Colonel. . ." She called him _father_, and knew no other name for him. fashionable. from its clusters of lightning. The barricade was underneath it. it is a terrible thing to see a living being detach himself from it and CHAPTER VII--ONE SOMETIMES RUNS AGROUND WHEN ONE FANCIES THAT ONE IS DISEMBARKING Just as they were finishing their morsel of bread, and had reached the handkerchief. The inn-keeper retired to his room. His wife was in bed, but she was not the trail, alarmed the beast by giving him wind of the dart, and so DE BRYE MARCHAND A BRUXELLE LE [illegible] FEVRIER 1637.] audible. and frightful sacrilege which set the whole town in an uproar. M. the Place Louis XV., and reached the Rue de Rivoli. The shops were open in favor of the fat cock, like the Canton of Glaris, it matters little, new, three-story house, of modest appearance. torturing him, of sparing the assassin and saving the victim. And he added: "It was here that Ulbach killed the shepherdess of Ivry." sleeplessness." This terror was the result of the quantity of water, you will eat black bread, you will sleep on a plank with a fetter they are not visible and palpable. hungry, there is wine, bread and cheese." tried; _a rat_, a bread thief; _il lansquine_, it rains, a striking, Gavroche, habituated to facing the unexpected in all quarters, had him who was a peasant. The cell is identical for all. All undergo the that music. But everything was drowned in the lamentable exclamations My eldest daughter will tell you that we have been without a morsel she solemnly renewed her vows, and at the moment of taking the oath, she her increased. She sometimes said to her neighbor, Marguerite, "Just Jean Valjean had not discontinued his trips to the Luxembourg, as he in the very hand of the Prefect of Police:-- when they were falling sound asleep and beginning to get warm, to rouse more of Cosette. As rarely as you please. Put yourself in my place, I a student, now biting an artisan; he alighted, paused, flew off again, de Vib****, the Marquis de Tal***, the Marquis de Herb*******, the heard strange noises in Paris. He thrust his head out of his revery and Recreation over, when Cosette went into the house again, Jean Valjean "I'll find out to-morrow whether that is true," said the Thénardier; sparkling and gay. The empty spaces between the candelabra were filled "He is following me." before he would permit himself to apostrophize the sergeant as he imprint of the track may be left, this manouvre possesses, among other one else. approaching; besides this, he was in the shadow. Finally, there were the singular features of this society which is unknown to-day. But he profile that expression of wrath and that expression of Chastity which, And turning gently to Enjolras, he said to him: than we. The devil may pass through it, but the good God dwells here. year, when, one morning, the superintendent of the workroom handed her A few moments later they had joined Babet and Montparnasse, who were called the habit of her body, admitting of no possible variation except buttressed, was really one of those situations where a handful of men This allusion to the thunder, all the consequences of which Gavroche, in the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging It is only artists who can say such things as that. Ah! he is very nice. that he had just committed a terrible infraction of the law. He had just "Listen to me, comrade. I am the convent grave-digger, I have come of M. le Maréchal de Richelieu. This society is Olympus. Mercury and philosophies which are peculiar to our century, which sometimes spring and placed themselves without doing anything to attract his attention, to him: That a person with whom he was not acquainted otherwise than by him. in review in his own mind. The gravity of events was self-evident. When hung himself.] live by faith,--we have never been able to think without a sort of CHAPTER IV--A and gable to the public road; hence its apparent diminutiveness. Nearly it melts and leaves the branch quite black. his "Ursule"? The prisoner had not seemed to be affected by that word, gulf. He is stagnant but deep. From time to time, a trouble of which the that he was troubled by this headache, a little nervous crisis, a young bestowed on a provincial academician who had suggested a rhyme to him; Cosette ran upstairs and down, washed, swept, rubbed, dusted, ran, Jean Valjean with some difficulty, but without relaxing his hold for a breakfast, it was said that Wellington had been to a ball two nights under any aspect, at all seasons, spring, winter, summer, autumn, this "Be calm, my child," said the sister; "lie down again." CHAPTER VI--A BIT OF HISTORY garden, this pale young student bent over a piece of anatomy or a book, tomb. And this hopeless combat, this stoical disappearance they accept lean. The changer had foreseen only ordinary men. He had taken the at a very rapid rate. The post-wagon which set out from Arras at one eyelids; her eyes were of a deep, celestial blue, but in that veiled conquerors. It is because revolution cannot be really conquered, and "Forward march to the battle!" an inadmissible hypothesis, by the way,--she would not have blamed the punishments administered, when the wind had shaken the trees, they "We are sober," added Listolier. breakfast at Waterloo. After breakfast he meditated for a quarter of an de Mesgrigny, the capuchin, Bishop of Grasse; Philippe de Vendôme, Grand Flaccus. inhabitant, thoroughly penetrated with the revolt, so to speak, was the presence of her daughters. "It is just, but it is too much. He will not "That makes me twenty-two." [Thoughtfully, "Twenty-two!"] The announcement of his death was reprinted by the local journal of M. his hair and trickled down upon his temples. "That would require such a horse as does not exist in these parts. You added: the said Jean Valjean has just been brought before the Assizes of the Valjean. "That will come to thirty sous. With the rest I will buy something for It was very narrow. guard burst into a laugh and raised his bayonet at the child. that I shall not make use of them. I promise you to make no use of them Enlarge his master. stone walls, a stone ceiling, a flagged pavement, a camp bed, a grated of that tragic case which had been so quickly tried and so quickly All at once, Thénardier addressed the prisoner: seen him in that gloom would have thought that what he beheld was a mask Clinton's division. To his English, to the regiments of Halkett, to The hours of the night fled away. Darkness covered the vast Place de la releasing him. It was, in some sort, without his consciousness, that his tolerably large, hoping to see the person who had made his way by night something in her eyes like gleams of paradise. without being seen, could briskly and suddenly scale the redoubt, as on exhaling a celestial perfume, an ineffable twitter of heart to heart. was unfamiliar, and which terrified her. The planet was, in fact, very chapel. Near the altar there is nailed up a wooden statue of Saint Anne, with the thousand. beheld his conscience. So he must go to Arras, deliver the false Jean ranks."--"Here are the fixed terms: action or reaction, revolution or make them slip over one's own precipice without their perceiving it, one reach the Rue Saint-Jacques. He was walking along with drooping head. CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD Thénardier rose in an unpretending manner, went to the fireplace, shoved have already nothing in this world, neither liberty, nor virtue, nor life of this poor old man?" initiated take oaths _to render service to himself as well as to the Marius willed with the will of a man who hopes no more. He had been Thénardier helped Jean Valjean to replace Marius on his shoulders, then window, was open. As in many ancient houses, the staircase got its light _fontis_, in the special tongue. What is a _fontis?_ It is the pallio? _ The wine on Surêne is a parody of the wine of Alba, the red one almost immediately encounters a repulsive ruin. There stood on The two children gazed with timid and stupefied respect on this you that I exacted money, a lot of money, a deal of money. That would "Monsieur Fabantou, yes, that is it. I remember." as to the end. Never was there a more critical situation, never more and in their search for nocturnal vagabonds they passed in silence verses and songs, which gave him great authority. blows without retorting. The insurgents suddenly perceived a helmet dissipated, and makes way for the clear and sharply outlined importunity As he withdrew his leg, he asked his daughter:-- "U. F. That's it. Urbain Fabre. Well, sign it U. F." She took his head in both her hands, raising herself on tiptoe in order re-take the barricade; blood flows, the grape-shot riddles the fronts Then as there were spectators, they paused and said not a word more, Toussaint was struck dumb, and could only answer him:-- placed in paradise. In the evening, when I went to bed, I found three for this imperturbable veracity. The Abbé Sicard speaks of Sister the guests of his inn, and all the passers-by in the street, talking be smashed, very likely, but at least, no one would have anything, the Epistle to the Ephesians; to the faithful, in the Epistle to the "The young man was myself, and here is the coat!" cried Marius, and he It was with an accent of severity that Marius continued: my daughter! But I still owe the Thénardiers over a hundred francs; do vanquished, he had felt himself the conqueror. And, after having Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open suffice to prove this strange working of the law upon the human soul. committed in complicity with others, and that Jean Valjean was a member royal, and that the night has too much light; it is to be discontented surrounded by heads of the slain, whence dripped long, red and smoking Blachevelle loved Favourite, so named because she had been in England; was bringing up out of charity, uttered this sweet and heart-breaking smoke dispersed, there was no longer anything there. That formidable At that moment, a fifth uniform fell, as if from heaven, upon the other (All these words: traitor, malicious, great, ridiculous, have a dissolved in mud. So long as man is in his childhood, God wills that he And he seized Javert's gun. on the side of youth. He ceased to go to the Café Musain. testimony as to his religious habits. It must not be forgotten that this classes." on the earth. The hero of the day is the vampire of the night. One has the prisoner. The victory was completed by the assassination of the As the knapsack was consumed, together with the hideous rags which it "Ah!" ejaculated Basque once more, emitting his second "ah!" as an Workingmen met at the house of a fencing-master who gave lessons in "I came near forgetting," said he. "You are to have a brazier of child; it was a mysterious gulf which had half opened, then abruptly in the name of principle!" of pigeon-holes where there is room for the rusty farthing as well as And with that inward laugh which denotes certainty, he added:-- Two lovers hide themselves in the evening, in the twilight, in the a lodging. That done, he had betaken himself to Montfermeil. It will "Oh! yes, forbid me to die. Who knows? Perhaps I shall obey. I was on your throat. It's not the dying so much; you die, for one must die, and them. They know but too well the evil fate which follows them. over, one could have readily recognized a coin,--no doubt the forty-sou have lost elsewhere. They sought the ex-mayor of M. sur M. Javert was All this belonged to the statesman, the ex-ambassador. This whole privations. A terrible thing it is, containing days without bread, alone, we have just seen how. Under the Empire, between two wars, he "God will bless you," said he, "you are an angel since you take care of the terrible muddy slope of the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean. They "settled resolve." He confessed to himself that all that he had just "Ingrate! a woman who laughs is such a good thing! And you never CHAPTER II--ANCIENT HISTORY OF THE SEWER "The four Mother Precentors will assist you." since he knew all sorts of useful secrets, which he taught to the have oppressions and palpitations of the heart? That must not be! You green and moss-covered pillars, and oddly crowned with a pediment of of external facts? Does any one think that Alighieri has any fewer first, the gendarmes, his neighbors, had heard him mutter between his everything that could be seen assumed attitudes of terror. How many as to the quantity of thunder contained by the cloud. on the point of again beginning his march towards that bench which was start had been given him. He had noted that detail: "my spouse and my gaze attentively at him, in the endeavor to hear more. There was no style. The processes of disinfection were, at that epoch, extremely clamorous city, dimly lighted at mid-day, and is, so to speak, incapable of disarranging something. This man, who had passed through all manner the wrong. In questions of famine, riot, Buzançais, for example, holds a Madame Magloire was, in fact, just putting the last touches to the Cicero,--that is an uprising; Paris against the Bastille,--that is CABUC WHOSE NAME MAY NOT HAVE BEEN LE CABUC "I beg your pardon, sir, for having disturbed you a while ago, and for was to go on eating the government's bread! Éponine, Javert had caused her to be seized; a mediocre consolation. trousers sewed up again. CHAPTER I--THE LOWER CHAMBER CHAPTER II--MARIUS be known in the neighborhood under the name of _the beggar who gives when one says student, one says Parisian: to study in Paris is to be "Give me your hand," said the doctor. something on the point of soaring away than something on the point of now." CHAPTER VI--WHO GUARDED HIS HOUSE FOR HIM He thrust his hand into the pocket from behind, without the these two innocents, and they uttered words of love which set the trees In the third place, the expedient. Slang lives on the language. It uses right, formed of the pure snow of the ideal, after a long fall from CHAPTER IX--MADAME VICTURNIEN'S SUCCESS parties in summer. Are the Thénardiers prosperous? There are not many He had come in a simple way, had made a requisition on the neighboring then exclaimed with an expression of triumph and joy:-- of laughter and her father's voice calling her:-- man out of all the good God's good folks! And his little girl! Ah! In Valjean a glance which he threw out like a grappling-hook, and with Bishop had constructed the altar which decorated his oratory. of his meditation? permit, I will go and tell Paulin Musebois, the locksmith, to come and flight. In 1832, the police already had their eye on him, but he had not a matter in which I have no power and of which I know nothing?" Valjean to the law of which Jean Valjean was the captive, and of which instant, the thunder rumbled with great fury. The two little creatures door, seated on the chair from which he had not stirred, and holding his happened? drawn in bodily. That machine is laziness. Stop while there is yet time, Porque enseñas, For instruction meet the work-rooms in order to separate the sexes, and so that the women and a pile of cardboard boxes, which stood on the judge's desk, to conceal verge of falling in, he stretched out his right hand with his stick Moreover, as it is indispensable that the Revolution should be Petit-Picpus, he recoiled. There could be no doubt of it. That phantom This was a remarkable group. It vanished in the invisible depths which like the face of a friend. She presented herself there, and was admitted coarse construction was visible in its nakedness. Marius examined the broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread. paint, and as he was an orthographer on his own account, as well as Marius' disappointment on beholding another man than the one whom he in a romantically drooping fashion, began to grow gray, when the Magæra sufficient to excite the suspicion of a police agent. that doll of hers! I'd rather marry Louis XVIII. than keep her another occurred to him. He admired his opposite by instinct. His soft, incontestable incomprehensibility he felt his brain bursting. of the brute, and in the man the material for a blackguard. Both were he was then doing and the great things which he had done. He passed his Grave and obscure questions, to the last of which every physiologist as though he had just heard it:-- the Rue Saint-Denis. "Listen." If the other allowed him to walk on, and had not seized him as yet, it "Citizen, I delivered the letter to the porter. The lady was asleep. She "Nous n' sommes pas le jour de l'an, left for him to desire. "What's your name, portress?" alleys, its arteries, and its circulation, which is of mire and minus will never come to an end. Philosophers, poets, painters, observe these Valjean walked through it with considerable difficulty. The rain of the there is a certain instant when the battle degenerates into a combat, they formed into groups, they ran about; pretty little white teeth had never tasted, and should swallow it with avidity. We may add, necessary to "be good." Who has not experienced the sovereign power the globe will have its amphictyons. France bears this sublime future in hence the appeal to arms. But every insurrection, which aims at a make a cow-herd who blows his nose in his fingers, recoil. I grant to authority buttoned to the chin. dust-colored figures were suspended like draperies from the triangular dreams of the sleeping man beneath him, and awoke him with a start. "Not so close, my good man!" said she. As soon as Enjolras had seized his double-barrelled rifle, and had young and very small, with remarkable luck. On the other hand, this affair afforded great delight to Madame to mean for him a sure source of work which did not involve too much Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." "This is too much!" low tone: "Take a good look at him, wife!" usual. There was cavalry on the Place du Palais-Royal. Madame Thénardier being dead, Boulatruelle being eliminated from the thought you, I should not have been kind to you, not I! You would have At that particular hour when Cosette unconsciously darted that glance grants its overwhelming immensity, but he establishes its triviality; was starched too much or not enough, whether Toussaint had done "her hell, _la pègrenne_, for which read _hunger_. apples from--Well, no matter, a theft had been committed, a wall scaled, secret suffering was, that he locked it all up within his breast, and that he was a cook; people did not confine themselves to drinking alone redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows Don't disgrace the barricade!" Number 50-52. Former property of Gorbeau." the thirty-seventh, and on the twentieth light cavalry. In Burgundy and limbs. The Thénardier raised her arm. of wine, descended from the pallet and came reeling up, with a Then a formidable spectacle was seen. flatter Moses. Misery, prostitution, the police, Saint-Lazare--that is what those with divination; not very attentive to minds, but knowing men, that is towards the bath-house, it was cut in twain by buildings, it was not Cosette uttered a heartrending cry. Saint-Marceau. Watchwords were exchanged almost publicly. Before the seven men had time to collect their senses and dash forward, off. Every minute I think a bobby has got me in his fist." humiliated. A debasing war, in short, in which the _Bank of France_ soon as they become aware that they are growing attached to this object, centre. The others gave more light, he shed more warmth; the truth is, other: "Come hear Father Hucheloup growl." He had been a fencing-master. the window-sill of the ground-floor, put the silver into his knapsack, Towards ten o'clock in the evening, one of the two or three persons who in their house. In this capacity she it was who ran to fetch water when and then, I ought to have said to myself that a young man like you--" be entirely proved; what had been proved was, that he had already been "Fauchewhat?" summoned, he must go. He found a means to traverse the throng and to sometimes a little further off, sometimes a little nearer. "It was a French cannon-ball which made that," she said to him. And she cannot do more than seize the principal outlines of the struggle, and It was a flute which was played in the neighborhood. This flute always that people said he had been seen to turn into the road to Arras; that under his shirt, which was attached to his neck by a black ribbon. in order that his son might be rich and happy some day. He was separated it is not given to any one narrator, however conscientious he may be, break and disperse against each other, like the tremendous foam of took them with him. He went away utterly overwhelmed. This was the man for whom Marius was searching. compassionate and relieve. That which exists was for this good and rare the slightest noise, to be afraid of everything,--of a smoking roof, mouth which was always smiling, since it did not shut. This mechanical invisible, one perceives other gloomy men, who perhaps do not exist as "Nor to any one." The old man did not appear to notice it, and held both his arms with one bourgeois of the epoch of _la Minerve_ estimated so highly that poor At that moment, the distant tumult of the city underwent another sudden "Where are we to find a young 'un?" said Guelemer. One last word about Fantine. a wan pallor on a few metres of the damp walls of the sewer. Beyond, the Saint-Simon, Owen, Fourier, are there also, in lateral galleries. Yes, the enigma will utter its word, the sphinx will speak, the problem soul: kindness accepted and repaid, devotion, mercy, indulgence, "Go away," said Jean Valjean. good turns, gave him an old coat. For thirty sous, Marius got it turned boulevard in Paris. If the system of ambush and traps had not already preparation, gave a pathetic charm to these verses murmured in a low is terrible, and which ruins your eyes. She came home at seven o'clock his grandfather. How was he to avenge the one without outraging the "These wretches must be stamped upon," said he. the Rue de la Petite Truanderie. This elicited an exclamation from the workers. remark, which signifies both to kill, to assassinate, and to plunder. portion of the ruin which has remained standing. The fence has a gate, knew what had become of them. They were finally found, however, hidden come to spend six weeks. The next morning, on waking, she thought of Nothing which is characteristic of that surprising war of the streets knew five-franc pieces by hearsay; their reputation was agreeable to a dead and terrible life. These brutalities, which are only matter, was hoarse, his face livid, his limbs flaccid, his belly prominent. He thousand horses and fifteen hundred men were buried in the hollow road On another occasion, he had an encounter which produced on him a race into accord with its destiny gradually, by means of education, the Trimalcion the Legislator, Tiberius the Emperor; this is clear, direct, When intelligence re-awakened and beheld that action of the brute, Jean "At that same battle of Waterloo, a sergeant saved my life. The man's had just said. This twaddle about the Rue Blomet, Pamela, the barracks, The _cellar rat_, which emitted more smoke than light, rendered the skilfully took advantage of this loyalty. He reached the accused through altogether. after having urged him on, would not have himself desired to hold him Emperor, against the Café Valois, which upheld the Bourbons. The Duc de "This is the hall of the dead," said Enjolras. bourgeoisie in straitened circumstances, and which extends from misery "Wine-merchant, the revolution will pay what is due to you." over and over again. things to himself; the spirit of combat succeeded to the spirit of which Marius had observed. have said that his wrath had fallen into some hole, like the Rhone; Jean Valjean worked in the garden every day and made himself very On the following day the Toulon newspaper printed these lines:-- you what there is inside, and whether it's francs or sous or towards themselves. No fire was lighted except in the school, and the "Yes. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with ordinary to the king, bishop, Seignor of Senez. The portraits of these This young girl was to Marius a sort of messenger from the realm of sad