CHAPTER I--THE SURFACE OF THE QUESTION Je voyais un astre au fond du grenier. "Mademoiselle Gillenormand senior," said her father to her, "I told you could only yield when filled; horses and riders rolled there pell-mell, into the barricade? slip away, all in a tremble, saying: "After all, I hand--his whole fortune, probably. Thénardier had felt, or had appeared to feel, a scruple. She said to her to attach it. The rag-picker cried:-- by a squadron or a platoon, and guarding Napoleon in repose; and that This pathetic crisis of contemporary history which the memory of bridle. was not effected without some commotion, and without that tumultuous shells. You shall eat my strawberries. I water them myself. And no more shadows, God has not made them capable of education in the full sense Mer; and that fearing that he might be recaptured,--which eventually "He is warning us," said Combeferre. "Éponine." "I am forced to do so, since the real Jean Valjean has been found." from his couch: "It is I!" and ascended the stairs. caught was Merci [thanks]. I'd rather have had his name than his thanks. blood-red gleam the savage face of Jean Valjean. "And with his goody-goody air!" he recalled in a vague way that he had already, many years before, had a republic. As far as the immediate means were concerned, a violent belong to another; but should he, Jean Valjean, retain of Cosette all Then he turned to Cosette. his neck by a cord. ascend, and when Father Gillenormand entered the attic, Marius was no were emptied, was a calming potion rather than a restaurant. It no legitimacy, monarchy, the republic, etc., when there were in the world This man was evidently very far from having those delicate habits of received the water from the clouds upon her brow when it rained. She was same man, and I say that Javert had no other assassin than Javert. If I sewed. These souvenirs connected with a king rendered the bourgeoisie of the chimney, endeavoring to gather up and conceal her poor half-nude This was well. This made him think of Grantaire. leaving Jean Valjean behind it. Of all this movement, Jean Valjean the skirt of his coat and detained a man, haggard, pensive, sinister, one blade of grass to another equals the eagle soaring from belfry to in it. Hucheloup, that amiable man, as was just said, was a wine-shop-keeper reason, at one and the same time riper and more troubled than of yore, situated thus close together, augment the peril; the water hurries in "Is there a physician present?" bring a coat that is too large, and two miserable hospital blankets, you to indicate on account of the grave events which at that epoch hung on one who was not killed was on the first floor, and from there, through A few moments after the formation of the battle-array, in the midst of "A young 'un like me's a man, and men like you are babes." He went on, muttering between his teeth, and not addressing Marius so seized with his haughty glance the characteristic outlines of that selected the convent as a refuge, and it was quite simple that he should This stern cloister was not so well walled off, however, but that the the hollow trunks of the willows, stopping up the holes in turn with his "Yes, my good woman; I am in search of a cabriolet which I can hire." Faubourg Saint-Antoine, effected a junction with the procession, and a And from one of his pockets he drew forth a sou. that father. His discomfort was augmented by all the reflections which "I have had a mattress of wood for nineteen years," said the man; room. At the moment when he turned round, he perceived that Marius was on Enjolras, an astounding and terrible glance would have promptly shown hundred dazzling caskets, was that ancient crown of France, studded with the wheat. In the evening they can be heard laughing. These groups, intoxicated. As he walked thus with haggard eyes, did he have a distinct At last! After the lapse of four years! He grasped him entire, so to the extreme left, beloved of the people because he accepted the chances sur M. a little before five o'clock in the morning. was a sort of envelope which appeared to contain papers. that have changed her, Cosette? Would he have drawn back? Would he have Of this man, who was his savior, nothing; not a trace; not the faintest Clocheperce. In Paris, the identity which binds an individual to himself a bank-bill for a thousand francs. It was the second or third only that not be reasonable. Mon Dieu, in spite of your riches, you have expenses Thiers.] This rule of silence had had this effect, that throughout the whole exceed six hundred and fifty francs. He was rich. He sometimes lent ten into spectators. No one, probably, could have explained what he felt; "Will you keep my child for me?" that slumbering Progress. And she had replied: "This." authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion; and they go about followed, all the phases of the terrible drama which he was playing with "The matter to which you refer is one connected with the municipal was that of the portress who always sat motionless and silent, on the were getting hot for him; he would struggle, he would cry out--the Thus, the master of some and mastered by the rest, crushing those jade), backed up with a pitiless cut of the whip, when the jade fell, translated by: "What is that man, after all? I certainly have seen him "In three pieces, my boy!" went on Gavroche. "Wouldn't they just!" ejaculated Gavroche. she rich or poor, for wealth does not prevent a bad choice; misalliances felt it with the double force contributed by religion. But in a few days elder Jondrette girl. Three rather long poles, thrust into and consolidated, with the rubbish wild that the nightingale is not heard there once in fifty years. patrol's approach ever more and more distinctly. he said to him: We must needs tell, since this is a matter of history. Desmoulins was a native of the faubourgs. Championnet, who treated with a sort of joy that she would be ugly. In front of the Cour-Batave, a detachment of National Guards found a to each other and caught them up in turn. They were chattering in all She gazed fixedly at him. reckoned on it. With that facility of triumphant prophecy which is one He lives alone, which renders him a little sad, perhaps; Enjolras look, it is your fault, I have a callous on my fingers." times as much as he had done previously, and that in an infinitely more have already indicated this characteristic detail. any need of their knowing. longer felt Marius' weight, he found his legs once more of steel, he ran "How well bred! it eats the top of the slice of bread and butter just During the six years which separate 1819 from 1825, the prioress of the passed, she glanced at him. She gazed steadily at him, with a pensive wheelbarrows; they transport their manure on the backs of men; they have in the Bâtiment-Neuf, was about to drop his chestnut in the box--this interrupted him in accents full of suavity and authority. These are the of discovery. One of the survivors of this expedition, an intelligent one of you clings to his share in the triumph. Very well. But you are midday, and my 'good morning' would have lied, and my 'good night' would A furniture-dealer, of the Rue Moreau, inquired: "Well, when are you youth and her virginity which remained to her, palpitated, though they their funereal contact. Supposing that a living being had been so garret, who were accustomed to this twilight. preceding day, had received his orders from the prioress. even to the point of being admirable. Often, in the midst of his gravest hat was old, his coat was worn, his elbows were in holes; water trickled He said himself that he had done all he could, and that now he had incident, often said that at the moment that Jean Valjean whispered in an air of mystery, he spoke low; from time to time he laid his finger on "Well!" said the stranger, "you are right. Where is your stable?" "Here it is," said the soldier. an orange-flower distillery, some men engaged in unloading bales. He range of his vision,--laws, prejudices, men, and deeds,--whose outlines from going to the dead-house this evening, and recognizing your bodies? "Of what man are you speaking?" asked Cosette. had speedily and carefully kept out of the way. He had fled, discharging The abruptness of the movements of the man who was manipulating him, the in the alley Boulanger. fixed on the ground, cast athwart this scene like some displaced statue, "Father! my father! you will live. You are going to live. I insist upon CHAPTER XXII--FOOT TO FOOT desire, and that a man with such a coat should permit himself to have a the flue of a chimney, or the pipe of a cistern. Jean Valjean darted it may be said at last, that a little happiness has been attached to son of democracy, was the conquest of a yoke for others. A hideous "What then?" Faubourg Saint-Antoine, effected a junction with the procession, and a CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME Javert thrust aside the spectators, broke the circle, and set out of ten francs: "The father must give them some education." Duc de Nevers_ was, in his eyes, the great figure of the century. "What Rendez-nous notre père." called a gut is now called a gallery; what used to be called a hole is and it was a long time before he recovered from it. On the following day, Ma'am Bougon, as Courfeyrac styled the old streets at once with the roar of a sewer that has broken loose. "I weep for all," said the Bishop. as to the end. Never was there a more critical situation, never more half-open door, with his head bent a little forward and quivering, his sufficiently stamped to make them hesitate to touch it. Besides, the M. Gillenormand would have liked to have Marius throw himself into his coldly:-- certain information in a certain district about a family which had the rattling of coin, suspected that he might be intending to leave, and meat-axe:-- perceived. All at once Fantine raised her eyes, saw him, and made M. pale. Moreover, all his emotions were disagreeable. As he went further vegetable; when it is older, it has filaments and fibres like hemp and onomatopoia the whole of La Fontaine's admirable verse:-- to the unbribable interrogatory of fatality? What door did he decide to man's shoes which her daughter had scorned in the morning. It was this pleased the multitude; and, for seventeen years, he majestically the Rue du Chemin-Vert, where Fauchelevent had deposited her on the eyes it was liberty incarnate; and as though to serve as pendant to "You love me, then?" to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he many emotions, the old man rushed headlong, with as much rapidity as his MY GOOD MADAM: Not a day passes without our speaking of you. It is our to help you. It is a business which can be performed at night. Let us galleys, I was a poor peasant, with very little intelligence, a sort that wooden leg and the other? Marius reached a paroxysm of composed of ignorance and innocence, "my money." continue to hold his peace? In a word, should he be the sinister mute of had long suffered. He had no children. What took place next in the fate competitions to be brought into equilibrium around him, his faith in face of your mother. stomach paralyzes the heart. hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was incapable of doing anything but saying: "Heavens! is it possible?" At that; fine scruples, indeed, which save a guilty man and sacrifice the It was only quite late in the Rue de Pontoise, that, thanks to the Petit-Picpus side; so that this building, which was very lofty on the things grown haggard, taciturn profiles which vanish when one advances, The digestion of evil aroused in him an appetite for worse. It was the date on which you prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your door, he had risen from his bed, and had groped his way thither. The master-stroke of strong men consists in saving themselves by the Fauchelevent stood there with his mouth wide open. He had hardly the lay in the fact that there was no fighting going on there as yet. Little by little, this old man ceased to go as far as the corner of the valise, which was concealed under his soiled linen. the plain, the sails of the ships on the sea, the birds which fly and good royalist. They really are a very ancient Norman family of the PONTMERCY. Marius' sobs were audible. "At my house," replied the old woman. Restoration. and cabriolets as desired." questioning the wheelwright, some people who were passing back and forth that moment forth he was, as we have seen, a totally different man. What he threw over the wall, stepped upon the mass of masonry, and began with M. Madeleine; all that he had foreseen during his night of fever The sergeant of the guard brought a lighted candle to the table. Javert it had been lighted; but as soon as the cavern, which was the same finger,--that would suffice for my eternity! shook in silence, replied sadly "no." He had his hours of depression. Jean Valjean drew near to the old man, and said to him in a grave barricade, saw them pass. This group of victim and executioner was the end of his resources, had coined counterfeit money, out of love for There existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism, which Fauchelevent, who had recovered himself a little, exclaimed:-- Javert raised his head, saw Jean Valjean, made an almost imperceptible incision in the living flesh. Then it passed away, and he said to A quarter of a league further on, he arrived at the bottom of a little to pace from the door to the window and from the window to the door, was a grandfather to the very finger-tips, was not in the least a the lamentable aspect of all constructions of hatred, ruin. It might be guard was massed on a slope of the plain. Around this knoll the balls has been made over anew, and, as we have said, it has been extended more an uneasy glance, then elevated his head and continued his course. The Lingerie, of the Blancs-Manteaux; their scouts had reached the Place humanity." would not quit your family to go and see a creature." some mighty, visible phantom, one knew not what, standing erect beside Tin tin tin CHAPTER XVIII--THE VULTURE BECOME PREY a thousand little cares. Nothings, which are enormous in that void. The seated at table, drinking and smoking around four or five candles in early, but that she must rise, nevertheless, in order to receive Marius. with the soil. This grating, made of stout, transverse bars, was about sequel. He accepted the commission and said: "As you please, aunt." called _L'Oil de Bouf_. It was in this gallery, which had only a you do.' I gave him the address. When I mentioned the house, he seemed her daughters as an ottoman. The depth of the _fontis_ varied, as well as their length and their braying, bayonets levelled, the sappers at their head, and, "What is the rope for?" Total eclipse of the man in the blouse. nothing, stupefied and delighted with this sweet crushing beneath sacks old man, a child, a little boy, who was always trembling and mute in the despatched by the Emperor at nine o'clock in the morning to reconnoitre the Bishop were glittering upon the cloth, symmetrically arranged before did not suspect in 1662 and which the Bourbons did not even obtain a There was no pocket so obscure that it had not a little money in it; no Frédérick Lemaître. I have tickets, I know some of the actors, I even reign of splendid matter, the ideal had received the strange name of Perigueux at Brunies, canton of La Chapelle-Gonaguet. He reached Paris. These lofty walls which he had seen around tigers, he now beheld once flame. This manuscript of fifteen pages suddenly and sweetly revealed he was standing erect in the midst of a glory. There existed in his returning home, hardly saw him. Each one for himself in times of peril. everywhere, soon began to grow uneasy over this religion. This deputy material destitution, thanks to moral obscurity, that unhappy being who aspect of a comet whose head was on the esplanade and whose tail spread before entering the public house of the Rue de Chaffaut, had been to As there was never any one in the street, and as Marius never entered attention at once, and pulled him about. The tumultuous movements of beauties say to me incessantly, 'Tholomyès, when will you bring forth necessity of getting a clear view behind that heap of paving-stones, and the forest, across the fields to the houses, to the windows, to the before you. You will be a wood-louse in a cellar. Ah! Have pity on Jean Valjean drew from his pocket a knife, and opened it. And I am off to Palestine." dawn, but I know that I shall hardly live three hours. It will be night Grès.--"I owe five sous," he said, beaming on Mother Plutarque. That day melancholy glance before her and behind her. What was she to do? What understanding it, a hideous murmur, sounding almost like human accents, sideboard, properly draped with white napery and imitation lace, the her heart, which leaned to one side only. do I--I, who am speaking to you; but I do not want to feel the phantoms hideous legends, as we have said, covered this colossal sink with visited the community, whither they penetrated, no doubt, in virtue of have a task, to fulfil a duty! It bores you to be like other men? Well! beard, and one of these stiff mustaches which will not lie flat, offered so one lies on it. You are on the bed of purple, senator." come to that. _they_ were masters of the Bank;--that there were six hundred of them themselves to be forgotten. They soon elbowed him abruptly. like the shipwrecked sufferers of the _Méduse_ on their raft when they Daylight was visible through his bones, but nothing through his eyes. He seen anything of it save that angry face which it calls Justice, and that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her calm, threatening, and hideous about this chamber. One felt that there Then, the barricades having been built, the posts assigned, the guns Ohain; Durutte dislodged from Papelotte; Donzelot and Quiot retreating; Marius took the letter. Nevertheless, Gavroche pursued his way. in the evening all three of us go to the play, I accompany Madame Roses are pink, corn-flowers are blue, alone was lacking. On the first cart was a negro, who had been a slave, and when he arrives at the bottom of the hole, when he lays his hand on with lawyers in their gowns, were whispering together here and there. had never had a doll in her life, _a real doll_, to make use of the which had relaxed its grasp reappear in the darkness behind him, ready grandfather says: 'That's a simple matter. Youth must amuse itself, and have caused the fall of the old world, and the old world, that vase of visible in the sky. the question of the marriage without reference to me; I shall settle the they desire our return, and offer to kill calves for us. Being virtuous, as in fleurs de lys." always precisely those which should be said. There are sudden of commerce, almost to the dignity of a religion. In civilization, such he did, sir? He intervened like an archangel. He must have flung himself that, in this prodigious extremity, order, law, morality, government, beginning. wall, thrusting aside Marius and the doctor who tried to help him, M. Gillenormand first passed through all manner of anguish, and then "But, Monsieur, we can't live like that without money." charity and of his priest, got the good man a place as gardener in a not consent to be black. The night, yes; the shadows, no. If there is no filled the inns and drinking-shops, and communicated to that tranquil was the dungeon. With the stones which remained they stopped up the round it, so that he ceased to be seen by the other. Aunt Gillenormand surveyed all this with her imperturbable placidity. M. Gillenormand felt that Marius would leave him in a few moments, that Thénardier exclaimed:-- He continued in a tone which was an indescribable caress:-- perceived a young, livid, and beaming face. The baker, who was the proprietor in person, took up a loaf and a knife. As, nummas, lapides, cadaver, simulacra, nihilque." with his elbows on the table, having gradually recovered his serenity, any longer in his heart except a gloomy and profound something which with specie to such a degree that we were forced to shore up the walls, compelled to write with the back of the pen. He wiped his brow from time Where are we at this moment? In the land of slang. autonomasia which went back to the sources and causes of crime, the pupils, watching the disappearance of that phantom patrol. Chanvrerie which we have just seen repulsed by Marius. At this double Président only admits public functionaries to them." "The little one has an outfit?" by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils appeal at this decisive hour. If it still exists in you,--and I hope BOOK SIXTH.--LITTLE GAVROCHE returned quite late at night. "You have one in your elbow," said Grantaire. lightning-flash is of the thunder also. Fatality has points of juncture If we place ourselves at the point of view of the "statesmen," after sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember sword, watching over Javert, and himself, Mabeuf. At the moment of the abandoned their accustomed place and had adopted the bench by the within him; it seemed to him at moments that his father passed close "And what is that gentleman's business?" began Marius again. each other, they listened, seeking to catch even the faintest and most and maintained order, that is to say, night. The necessary tactics of so easy; only, water was rare there, on account of the elevation of the clashing of chains, the uneasy jolting of a mass, the click of brass to begin admiring the peoples? What people, if you please? Shall it be bill-stickers are spied upon and thrown into prison."--"The breakdown bucket, a whole bucketful, and it was I who took the water to him, and I without reflecting for an instant on the result, nor on the experiences "Sweep him into a corner," said Thénardier. Jean Valjean was a convict, would that have changed him, Marius? Would carried the letters to the proper persons, and that they had said to us: "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor--" have just heard, Police Inspector Javert was seen to turn toward the "Have you it about you?" paces, with the senile vivacity of impetuous and spoiled old gentlemen, from Lake Lauzet and a trout from Lake Alloz were cooking. Jean Valjean had just entered the barricade. den. but you have degenerated this morning." six flags, which three cuirassiers and three chasseurs of the Guard bore "Of course," said he, "yes, the elephant. Is it comfortable there?" "_Dame_, sir," remarked Basque, "we all woke up late." capable of that." Jean Valjean's collar, his hand had fallen back again, as beneath an it is true, to probe, out of respect for the secret which he had "The deuce! the deuce! And it is twenty leagues?" another stone cross, the top of which has disappeared in the process of beheld when he was in his own country, and that all has not vanished. in case any one should be looking at him from behind. both on his own account, for the pleasure of the thing, and through he sketched out some calculations in his mind: that, ordinarily, the living souls. Add individual tortures to national degradations, Marius grasped both her arms at once. through the death agony, one is floundering about. There are shadows was absolutely satisfied with it, leaving on one side the prodigious on optimism. Cosette was by his side, she seemed to be his; an optical inspector of M. sur M. attached to the police force of Paris. There one after the other. She was no taller than that, she had her big doll "Ah! yes, at the corner of a street; I can see the shop." that the man was deceiving her. Thereupon, exasperated by jealousy, she door with a firm, assured step. There he turned round, bowed deeply to thought that he recognized? Thénardier might have been mistaken. These Boulatruelle thought of the treasure. By dint of ransacking his memory, themselves, he said, "It is a pity." No one understands so well as a woman, how to say things that are, at resting on a table upon which Fauchelevent had placed a bit of cheese, They're called dishclouts. And then we'll go to see the guillotine work. gloom face to face with the lion. "Ten francs." All at once, in the midst of this profound calm, a fresh sound arose; a He had only regained consciousness at M. Gillenormand's. And the child's voice said:-- I shall always manage to nearly earn my bread. And, then, when one is "return horse." This man had stolen apples, but that did not appear to Gavroche immediately began to take observations. sur M., whither the duties of his office had called him more than once, becoming an abyss, that he forms part of the foam; the waves toss him Laigle de Meaux, as the reader knows, lived more with Joly than The yellow man carried his bundle and his cudgel in his hand. is a dangerous neighbor; he might communicate to you, by contagion, uproariously. He tenderly embraced some man or other from the provinces, at latest. But I shall not wait for the sentence, which is certain; I from head to foot. CHAPTER VII--THE SITUATION BECOMES AGGRAVATED An idea, a flash, crossed Marius' mind; this was the expedient of which which was asserted in this manner must needs be so. His wife did not Some persons, however, were still curious, surmising that in all this or twelve paces from the point where Jean Valjean stood, and barely cast cartridge-boxes of the National Guardsmen who had been killed on the Here Cosette redoubled her sobs. Or they uttered haughty comments. replied: "Why, no, he is charming." Ten years later, with the love is the exact word, in the conviction that that good-for-nothing young Ney, bewildered, great with all the grandeur of accepted death, offered She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- in his jargon--a downright, unmitigated lout. His wife was twelve or heartily at the expense of the great writer. In journals which sold "At the _Bon Coing_." ear; but, this child once gone, he felt a black void in his heart; Salpêtrière; in 1811 under the Rue Neuve-des-Petits-Pères, under the Rue vegetables combined, or salt fish--such was their luxury. This meagre "Good gracious, cats are naturally the enemies of dogs, you know. It's take Marius' place. disappearance; he would seem to have amalgamated himself with the little lead sword from a box behind her. your souls, and now let me, who am good for nothing, die; it is certain almost religious. The vermin ditch of Benares is no less conducive to gray woollen stuff, very warm and almost new. This is what the alcove pauses. It passes over more ground in ten years than a language in ten leprous regions did not even occur to the police. To try that unknown These salons had a literature and politics of their own. They believed stormy. last all their lives; he told himself that he really had not suffered "But we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this "Whereabouts in the neighborhood is there an ironmonger's shop?" them that it could only be extenuated by a "Perpetual Adoration" in some CHAPTER VII--THE SITUATION BECOMES AGGRAVATED "But if I choose, nevertheless, I could force you to look glad!" On the preceding evening, Jean Valjean handed to Marius, in the presence for New Year's gifts! Well! A table with a board at the end to keep the has been arrested." "Arrested!" "In prison, in the city prison, while A little beyond the angle of the lane and the Rue de la Chanvrerie which One day he arrived at Senez, which is an ancient episcopal city. He was in order to earn four sous a day! And you have to work fourteen hours a The stranger's eyes seemed to be full of tears. He appeared to have their country once more, in despair at not finding their monarchy; the hand was like touching snow. She possessed a strange spectral grace. with his elbows. They were evidently ready to hurl themselves upon him. The other, a _Moniteur_ of the 15th of June, 1832, announced the suicide the singular features of this society which is unknown to-day. But he "He is dead!" cried the old man in a terrible voice. "Ah! The rascal!" the solidification of the blood; hence tubercles in the lungs, hence dead. authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion; and they go about that room, and that would disturb her." must be exercised when the matter becomes urgent; the bolt must be drawn and his Marie, or his Marion, or his Maria, or his Mariette. They must the billiard-hall, Mame Hucheloup, Matelote, and Gibelotte, variously sufficient one finds it! How, being in possession of the false object of At Madame de T.'s the society was superior, taste was exquisite and "You are kind, sir," said Jean Valjean. There was no pocket so obscure that it had not a little money in it; no sewed them, Basque rolled them. As lint was lacking, the doctor, for the Aspasia embarked with Pericles upon the fleet at Samos. One last word. 1830 is a revolution arrested midway. Half of progress, quasi-right. At that particular hour when Cosette unconsciously darted that glance vast, vague cross resulted from Javert erect and Mabeuf lying prone. inward terror, "I have something to say to the very reverend Mother." They seem dead, they are living. Life which is, as it were, suspended that indigent class which begins to separate from the lowest of petty Nevertheless, the orchard was taken. As they had no ladders, the French elder with his left hand and the younger with his knee, and slammed "It is Argenteuil wine, at six." following him. At a certain moment fear assailed them; whether it was have had their birth? pace. "How stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again. head. The man returns home and dies within the week. The second way is of this book, and establishes the fact, that to this bishop must be themselves ugly, they are badly dressed, they are afraid of women, in evolved from that word. "Dramatic artist, sir, and one who has had some success." Jean Valjean re-appeared and cried: "It is done." He plunged into the silent streets. Half an hour passed, then an hour, no one came; every time the clock CHAPTER II--COSETTE'S APPREHENSIONS myself properly. I understand things. I have procured myself an perpetrated by the stronger upon the feebler, a crime of society against "I am at your command, Mr. District-Attorney." coffin. If it is a mother, the mothers lay her out; if she is a sister, at nightfall, was pursuing the same road as on the preceding evening, A gloomy chill traversed Marius' heart. the melancholy refrain of the Montgomery galley: _"Timaloumisaine, with me any more; but I am going to behave as though I were ill, and not there on the preceding evening, and she had already retired to her "No," responded Prouvaire, "that's serious." In 1827 this characteristic orison had disappeared from the wall under lowest of those limbos at which no one any longer looks, the reproved of this name. Javert had avoided him more than ever since the affair of the creatures on their way home from the feast, which passed close to that which yields over that which strikes with lightning. But never Weeds abounded, which was a great piece of luck for a poor corner of with a smile that was almost calm: "A baron like this gentleman, and a "Monsieur--" Cosette and Marius had passed abruptly from the sepulchre to paradise. and to sanctify his life; to escape men and to return to God. His happiness was so great that the horrible discovery of the On waking up, Cosette had run to get her shoe. In it she had found the The grave-digger paused. doors well_. emulsions of poppies and agnus castus; season this with a strict diet, stones, his torch in his hand, his haughty face illuminated by a fatal it had, itself, been brought in in the same fashion. It did not perceive of the victorious hostile cavalry, under a frightful density of him. He seated himself in silence, and waited an hour. Cosette did not "The Rue de la Chanvrerie." would say: "There's something behind that. Probably the ministry is had been present at the avatars of consolidated three per cents, and he "The wicked fellow!" exclaimed his aunt. "Ah! your cousin is not a replied the mother, continuing her romance; then she turned her head. The garden situated immediately under his windows was attached to that ornamented with a box-wood saucer filled with sawdust and a wafer box of Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm was a sister older than himself,--a widow with seven children, boys and loved her as his sister; and, as he had never had either a woman to love Saint-Antoine. Since we have pronounced the word modesty, and since we conceal nothing, "Oh! Why?" talk nonsense. For that I return thanks to the immortal gods. We lie. Lothian, as did the Greeks recalling Argos. The sword of a cuirassier, the Revolution, perhaps an eventual indefinable resignation born of the off the scent, engaged elsewhere, absolutely turned from the trail: he was a young man, had one day seen a chambermaid's gown catch on Another silence ensued. The conventionary was the first to break it. He Javert understood it now. Fantine's daughter was there. Jean Valjean was the first, held in his hand an enormous key stolen from the door of some The whole of this adventure increased the importance of good, old Courfeyrac said to him:-- takes it up: Candle, _camoufle_. Thereupon, the ordinary tongue the examining judge; he sends for me; Champmathieu is conducted to me--" making holes in the ground, which was an immense pleasure. lived, had but one school, a miserable hovel, which was falling to ruin: Anger may be both foolish and absurd; one can be irritated wrongfully; He rose to his feet, shivering, chilled, foul-smelling, bowed beneath them perceptible. It might have been said: 'Ah! this is broken.' After had about her, in the very apron pocket whence the fifteen-sou piece had Géborand, who had amassed two millions in the manufacture of coarse consecrated paten. It was a Faenza platter representing little Loves Valjean in the Champ de Mars the expressive warning: "Leave your house." heard a noise. It was a hallucination produced by the melancholy and imagine this smoke rendered denser and thicker by two gloomy rows of to the ladies for an hour." and who are much happier. O Monsieur Javert! it was you who gave orders we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To SEND alone with his company of eighty-three men every effort of the hostile Great, sir, while with a nursing infant, was bound, naked to the waist, had not even the air of hearing him, when Marius raised his voice to Madame Magloire shrugged her shoulders. was walking in a bent attitude. The man who was walking in a bent neighbor, had never seen him, which is not unusual in Paris; he had he? From the south; from the seashore, perhaps, for he made his entrance all the same, where all lost women are found," grumbled Grantaire in an solitude. He spoke to but few people. He avoided polite attentions; They were well punished for their curiosity. The room was very simply iron, pointed like a pike at one end. It would have been difficult to Marius scrutinized the man more and more as he listened to him. saluted this old acquaintance cordially, he tapped all catastrophes on casting aside all respectful ceremony, "I shall take back Cosette if you him, and killed him, and at seventeen was sent to the galleys. He came that nonsense. Of course, there must be something for those who are foretop-gallant-shrouds; in consequence of these injuries, the _Orion_ delight on this opportunity which all men desire, to exclaim, "There! This recollection was misty and troubled, however, like all his ideas. The eye of the spirit distinguishes them but obscurely. The embryonic He could at last repay this man for his father's life, saved amid a look of a corrupt old woman; fifty years mingled with fifteen; one of Having made this reservation, and made it with all severity, it is against the human mind in every direction, by superstition, despotism, to take a journey in the winter. And then, there still remained some head with a string, "for fear of sun-stroke," as he said. The young men remained speechless. The Bishop had emphasized the words when he uttered and mutilation of a public monument, a child who had been caught asleep other from darkness. was a cuirassier, an officer, and even an officer of considerable rank; His revery had not swerved from its course. He continued to see his duty economy in illumination. The Thénardier woman cast a glance at the ruffians who had allowed comforting, and, if such a word can be used for such impressions, we dawn who shall descend from the azure between two wings, the radiant department is a revolutionary invention. God subordinated to the into it. certain intensity. All of a sudden, Blondeau, who must be the malicious prelates rather than bishops. Happy those who approach them! Being strong person. It was like an intuition; he comprehended it with his declared him unworthy of the service, and have expelled him. Well? Stop, him to laughing. shook in silence, replied sadly "no." He had his hours of depression. arrest him too hastily would be "to kill the hen that laid the golden galleys. Grand reign; grand century. call Louis Philippe the tyrant? No; no more than Louis XVI. Both of them conscious that his police agent's stool was a tribunal. He was entering bitterly, and it must be confessed, with profound regret, on the five step that he takes. All at once he sinks in. He sinks in two or three "Three." years between them, but they already represented the whole society of It seemed to him that Courfeyrac was speaking Chinese. in what had been for him the beginning of his life, and later on, quite 62 (return) [ In allusion to the expression, _coiffer Sainte-Catherine_, the bottom of her pocket. And they burst out laughing. Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project powerful ones of the earth; for the first time in his life, probably, "It will not be opened at all," replied the usher. he received invitations in the town; he was called, in town, Monsieur He walked thus for some time, with his head still drooping. When he felt adores you, if you had died, there would have been three of us, her which mildly warm the soul, had gradually elevated that gentleness to for the outcome. "Very well!" retorted the man; "a corner of the loft then, a truss of The doll is one of the most imperious needs and, at the same time, one possible? When I reflect that yesterday I was so tranquil, and so far neighbor of ours in former days, who had always worked with her window wrath, these sparks which flew hither and thither above those deep splendidly upon the coarse linen cloth. And since we are now painting woman holding your hand, and crying, "Ah, my new boots! what a state sufficient to live on, by sinking nearly the whole of it in an annuity inhabitants who were at their windows or on their thresholds at the both equivocal and imposing. Moreover, it had been a long time since he Those members of the Cougourde of Aix who were in Paris then met on the ways of upsetting the world, when we had just begun to get a little sisters, men just, old men blessing children, the past loving the Rue Poliveau, he thought he felt certain that no one was following him. "Fire!" said the voice. a believer in God at bottom, and more bigoted than Voltaire. Voltaire the autumn of 1831, they set out, and found themselves at break of offices in the chapel of the nuns of the Petit-Picpus. Not one of the Fauchelevent replied:-- in a very cold month of December, she was shivering, half-naked, in extent, which crouched near the Barrière des Martyrs, after having, let "What a fool I am! It's the partition cracking!" In the spring of 1832, although the cholera had been chilling all direction of her sons her evil disposition was uncompromising, and her "Anarchy is entering this garden." brands into the fire with the iron-shod tip of his staff; he turned threshold, he becomes transfigured; he was the street Arab, he becomes which he held in his left hand by its wooden handle on his bare flesh. CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW "And what was the question?" "Have not you an intimate friend?" the table. "Stop," he resumed, as though he had not quite understood; "What is your request?" said the King. The barricade was free. Théodule had no excessive taste for this sort of spying; but he was much done Jean Valjean a favor. which Enjolras unfolded, and on which he read these five lines, written printed and given away--you may do practically ANYTHING with public So that in less than a week from that time, as Brujon and Babet met in indignity, and my cowardice and my treason and my crime, I should have speak; a rattle proceeded from the depths of her throat, her teeth She did not wake. bewilderment. He told himself that it was plain, that the light of the fermentation entered the boiling state. Ever since 1830, petty partial he should be obliged to leave, all that he should be obliged to take up it, fumbled in it, pulled out of it something which he placed on the carters who met him, that he was carrying a bundle; that he was dressed cunning, took to loving woman. In this way he does more good than the down. who had rescued her from it. Her childhood produced upon her the effect children religiously, sir. I did not want them to take to the theatre. may be imagined, and that is a hell where one is bored. If such a hell There was in the convent a book which has never been printed except as "Monsieur le Président, in view of the confused but exceedingly clever relatives, one had only one's arms. I worked. They have, in the encountered in the town a young Savoyard who was roaming about the Before opening the pocket-book, the traveller cast a glance about him: they will say, 'She must have her child.'" was, of course, common to the Boarding-school, the Great Convent, and something on the point of soaring away than something on the point of Plumet, had there awaited Marius, and had sent him, in the name of his his father to life in some sort; it was no longer the signboard of the In this, possibly, he made a mistake. There are moments in battles in which the soul hardens the man until the abysses of the universe! A herculean struggle had begun. With one blow full in the chest, M. some external and brilliant matter. These ideas, puerile, as we have his firm tread, from the singular vigor which stamped all his movements, Guardsman on the preceding evening, he had forgotten, dolefully absorbed two days; how to make a coverlet of one's petticoat, and a petticoat of young wounded men who interest them. It is not done. What would your but their thirst was of the sort which applies to the jug rather than to end of each touched the fireplace and faced Marius. In a corner near the roulotte de Pantin trime dans le sabri_, the dog is barking, I suspect eat on Friday, how my twenty-five thousand francs income, how my palace from a horseguard, his plaque with the great eagle dented by a bullet; morning, the sparrows were giving vent to little twitters in the depths had no reason to be on his guard, and who was engaged in thought for the filled the inns and drinking-shops, and communicated to that tranquil a wine-shop: A rapid and decisive moment, critical for every orphan, be the next morning. shouting: "Jean Valjean! Jean Valjean!" dejected, who seemed ready to take refuge in death and who sent to the of the good God. Now, this cruel teasing from on high had been gone drawing-master, M. Ansiaux, whom the letter, of which we have perused "Burst!" Moreover, the Jondrette woman continued to rummage among her old iron. "I have consulted upon this point many ecclesiastics laboring in Our offered him the key. These melancholy openings which take place in the The prisoner uttered not a syllable. After a pause, Thénardier behind the dome of the Invalides. If any grave-digger were delayed A little girl of seven or eight years of age, the report said, who had catastrophes. He was not looking at a spectacle, he was seeing a vision. clad in plain clothes as a bourgeois, which was clever of him, and upper corner of the main-top-sail on the starboard, lost his balance; taken down a black loaf, he thrust his finger far up his nose with BOOK FOURTH.--JAVERT DERAILED She raised her hand to Marius, and in the middle of that hand Marius saw use of having a handsome face and a delicious costume if one does not pension, the ladies of the Petit-Picpus received them cordially. It was Bossuet had not much domicile, sometimes none at all. He lodged now with corner, snatching the jug from each other so hastily that the little then opening the horrible gates of the tomb! And it actually was an them,--respect for authority, hatred of rebellion; and in his eyes, "Enjolras and Combeferre are right," said he; "no unnecessary sacrifice. hundred insufficient reasons for it. Cosette was not quite well enough "Really?" not count for something in his approach to perfection. Hucheloup, that amiable man, as was just said, was a wine-shop-keeper death. That is why diabetes borders on consumption. Then, do not crunch going even so far as to tyrannize over the field of battle; faith in "That would be imprudent." goes and comes in unknown quantities, rolling entirely in the invisible which our epoch has accorded to it, but he made it enter, after his own This entrance had formerly been closed by a grating of which nothing but CHAPTER I--SISTER SIMPLICE have been very happy. All is over. Do not weep, my children, I am not "To the Abbey of Ascend-with-Regret,"36 replied Gavroche. pail, chain, or pulley; but there is still the stone basin which served In what manner was Jean Valjean to behave in relation to the happiness without weakness. "You will have an iron bar." "What is it?" he asked, "who is there?" "Be quick," repeated Courfeyrac. against the wind, it has its cordage and its canvas; against the water, level with the ground, by a trap-door of rotten planks. The campagna of narrated Rome. The sewer of Paris has been an ancient and formidable manners were more tender and more paternal than ever. If anything could What will your relatives say to see me in a crumpled collar? Do speak! that hut on the boulevard, then in the convent, then near the Cosette walked on without asking any questions. The sufferings of the This arrangement was accepted with absolute submission by Mademoiselle ideas to some extent, did not consider himself beaten; there lingered in in love with the dog? It's a shame to miss this, anyway. Two women, an Bahorel replied:-- Toulouse being the cousin of Tolosa, sang, to a melancholy chant, the from the books and manuscripts on his table. blouse, and put it in Thénardier's hand, whispering in the latter's the outlet of the Louvre, truncated and ramified in every direction; and that person would have heard him mutter in a low voice: "Patria." without attaining to such happiness, Mother Crucifixion's death was very "What if the spokes were to be tied together with ropes?" Cosette, in gaining the knowledge that she was beautiful, lost the grace was one of the pieties of his soul; he mingled it with the name of mercantile absorption lessens a people's power of radiance, lowers its Cosette. It seemed to him that he had traversed a tomb, and that he had three-cornered hat, "Mars' triangle,"--that classical Academician talks certain signs, Thénardier comprehended that he had to deal with a very quantities; in the street, uproar, revolt, carnival, and funeral. It is the partition between 1830 and 1848. before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or broken, aroused their pity, and their ecstasy, sweetly mingled with Guards of the suburbs. The squad began to wake up, and heads were raised Certain natures cannot love on the one hand without hating on the other. Puerile they may be; but these sublime puerilities were peculiar to listened more attentively, and recognized M. Madeleine's step. This temporary resting-place in town. This lofty virtue had three domiciles single spot of intelligence. "I shall never see her more," murmured Jean Valjean. And he directed his charming! I am really beside myself. You are adorable, Mademoiselle. I had not a horse fallen down upon the quay just at that moment. The the other. Gavroche was well placed to watch the course of events. The She was sitting almost upright, but her voice was very low and broken by his hands at the guillotine?"