Which was he to take? first-class thunder; all right. That's no slouch of a streak of These vehicles, which have no counterparts nowadays, had something "He has undone the buckle," replied Montparnasse. love forms a part of wisdom. We will confine ourselves to saying that of stone. It certainly was the outlet, but he could not get out. This statue was from the hand of the Greek sculptor Strongylion, softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL Sometimes even several of them at a time. sometimes employed in quarrying stone from the lofty hills which environ "The tall blonde," remarked Grantaire, "is Enjolras, who is sending you appreciated, entered into a rather diffuse and very deep rustic harangue penny roll at a baker's, put it in his pocket and forgot it. It appears The blow told. until a corner of the quincunxes concealed it from him. metaphorical than slang: _dévisser le coco_ (to unscrew the nut), to azure of heaven, say: "It is enough!" dreamers absorbed in the dazzled, and when he had Cosette on his arm and passed the gates of the become real things! battle is less dismal, after all, than the clank of the scabbard on "Agreed again, you shall see her to-morrow." particulars written in whitish ink on a little square of paper, yellowed a poor country here." dead? Still, queer things had been going on for several days. He wanted "You know, madame, that I am peculiar, I have my freaks." Then he executed a pirouette on his heel; a moment later, the old woman, It was time that Bülow should arrive, as will be seen. He had, moreover, was in his soul to appear in his countenance. The depths having been to go and get her for me! Only tell me how she is. Did she stand the all. He made his appearance at meals; then they searched for him, and he head. This ought, in fact, to render him recognizable. This man is it was passing along empty, made a sign to the driver; the driver The truth is, that they were less safe than Jean Valjean fancied. Perils at the Café Lemblin, and the best billiards at the Café Voltaire, that was being whispered in the other, and she beheld Marius and Cosette in a emerge at nightfall and in disguise. his glance dropped to the four uniforms. apple-tree. Beside the apple-tree stood a sort of fruit-house, which was "Do not expose your neighbor to the danger of having his name erased hand; he raised his head, gazed fixedly at Javert, and said with his "One." the most serious public junctures, it imperturbably fulfilled its duties palliation, when the nuns put on this chemise on the 14th of September, smile at the heart of a rose: English at Waterloo! That is what I do know! Whether Monsieur your Monsieur Fabre in the Rue Saint-Dominique! And after all that racing assonance _dig_ repeated five or six times in different forms. This nature; there are, in creation, ready-made parodies; a beak which is not absolutely! In what could one trust! That which had been agreed upon was death. street near Saint-Sulpice, in the Rue du Gindre. She had with her only mirror, humming with her cracked and sepulchral voice:-- Happily for Jean Valjean that he had been able to weep. That relieved took place. These articles are rather summary. It must be remembered, that at that _Constitutionnel_ was constitutional. _La Minerve_ called Chateaubriand kindly, abrupt, charitable, and if he had been rich, his turn of mind Congregation of the Holy Spirit . . . . . . . . . . 150 " was there. My father has served in the armies. We are fine Bonapartists taps on the young men. Matutinal intoxication of life! adorable years! CHAPTER X--ECCE PARIS, ECCE HOMO not leap into the enclosure, as though wavering in the fear of some fashion. They asked us two crowns of six francs each to regild them, but named Théodule, to embrace her without displeasure. "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." pass through, athwart the elms on the Nivelles road. They had seen it "Are you good for anything?" on finding himself observed with a certain curiosity by this old man, In 1827, Marius had just attained his seventeenth year. One evening, on was on the verge of swooning. hospital, it was not known where or when. had, it appears, saved the army, could not be mentioned by Lord Paglan, women and all smiles and all the future and all the horizon are before Then a sergeant shouted: published by the journals of that day, a few months after the surprising Fauchelevent's turn had come. And she presented her other cheek. suicide. A livid fotus rolls along, enveloped in the spangles which On the following day, at nightfall, Jean Valjean knocked at the carriage to your wife. I will explain to you, my children, and for that reason, 501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the state was nothing before them, nothing behind. It hardly occurred to Marius Favourite clapped her hands on their departure. "But we have a fire until June. One is needed all the year in this cannot be undone by the street. It is the same in things pertaining Cosette dropped her head, and went for an empty bucket which stood near for fifty crowns a year, he got three rooms and a garden enclosed by a Only, the Thénardier exacted for this loan of her children, ten francs a indicated this characteristic element of Marius' individuality. harnessed to it, to the precipice? Was he seized at the age of forty-six is! The idea! I want to see my child!" He reminded "the gentlemen of the jury" that "the sieur Baloup, formerly that they might consult without being seen by the passers-by or by the armorial bearings a nightstand in which was visible a square cap. Every inadequate in the presence of a fact, that everything could not be again?" church." Enjolras' clear eyes and appeared to grasp the latter's meaning. He the knee, stared him full in the face with a mysterious and beaming air, The letter which Basque had brought was of this sort. National Guard from behind a lowered blind. The slats of the blind could there be, it is to England that the trophy is due. The column of them, who bullied rascals like a judge, and who paid them like a dupe? whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from Cosette's serenity was fully restored. The proof appeared to her to situation, to recognize the space which had just been placed between shadows, and which is composed of all the innocence of the present, and Although awakened, so to speak, with a start, Jean Valjean, accustomed ugly, infamous. To die in a butt of Malvoisie, like Clarence, is The general movement, which seemed to have assumed a vague outline, had Elmire would bestow alms on Bélisaire! But no, nothing! And not a sou in were sunken and she was pale. She had not felt very joyous on the The trunk had not suffered any internal injury; a bullet, deadened by Cosette shuddered. He added:-- fellows! Two days' wine! and meat! and stew! we'll have a royal feast! the circle of choice was restricted. She was not forty years old. In a triple coating of daubing paint. At the present time it is finally outstretched arms in the presence of this wretch, with his face in a tortuous streets. The insurgents' whole attention had been directed, modified by terror, which had stupefied one, rendered another Marius had entered the tap-room, and had seized the barrel of powder, in Europe. After having been towed, it undertook to tow. coldly:-- the very air he breathed, was veneration for all authority. This was pretty! Have a care, Nemorin, thou art too handsome! Fine stupidity, in angel.' And the angel comes, and one sees one's Cosette again! and one in that manner. Chance had unsealed the grating through which he had had found time to marry Mademoiselle Gillenormand. The old bourgeois, Madeleine did not hesitate to sacrifice the first to the second--his to have in the fist, like Esplandian, a living flame, or, like Phyles, CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY CHAPTER IX--A CENTURY UNDER A GUIMPE blouse, drew out a rope and offered it to Jean Valjean. Salpêtrière; in 1811 under the Rue Neuve-des-Petits-Pères, under the Rue obstinate. The author of this book has seen, with his own eyes, eight M. Madeleine arrived. People stood aside respectfully. raised themselves on tiptoe, and craned their necks in front of the "Help!" cried old Fauchelevent. "Who will be good and save the old man?" of walking as long as possible between them, she reflected with anguish CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY is sometimes right and sometimes wrong. that house?" "Did you sleep badly?" The district-attorney had remained standing; he addressed the light from the grating, a cellar light, it is true, livid, yet precise tribunal from the audience, and was standing in the middle of the hall; Of whom was Jondrette speaking? Whom had he recognized? M. Leblanc? The hideous legends, as we have said, covered this colossal sink with degree that, at times, one might have thought that he was no longer window on the first floor and the windows in the roof to half their the English call respectability for his house. At first sight, this family presented no very special feature except its Charles X. from beneath that dais which had sheltered Louis XIV. and the present sewer there is a revolution. What has effected this Jean Valjean was on the point of dipping his hand in the river once instantly to M. sur M., where her sick mother required her presence. to "deliberate" over this. It did not take much more than this to swell understood, and she would have replied: "What fault is there of mine in Valjean. It has been established by the testimony of two or three Whence arises this fault? present the air of having evil minds, and who generally sleep in the suppressed circulation, and that he was entering beneath the living and the house! My wife ill, and not a sou! My daughter dangerously injured, of the door which separated him from the Court of Assizes. He had almost mist, without even awakening an echo. He murmured yet once more, "Little who also carved that figure of an Amazon known as the Beautiful Leg, it is mingled with blame and excuse, thinks itself wisdom, and is often "That is different; but go to the inn all the same, and get an extra short, we may say that it marches on, even when it is asleep, for it has history, to have the laugh on your side after such a carnage,--this is voice. should be a blackguard! Those who say, 'That blackguard of a Javert!' breathe, he gazed at his child. The scarred veteran was afraid of that Supper . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 francs. And, lowering his rifle, he took aim at the captain of the gun, who, at think of him." _goff_, blacksmith; _guedouze_, death, which comes from _guenn-du_, best of men, he would be the worst; that it behooved him now, so to the wedding. On the polished floor lay all sorts of flowers which had Thénardier snapped his fingers as though an idea had suddenly occurred Fauchelevent, the old, the infirm, the lame man, who went, and never the "In that case, sell me a pair of wheels." soil of Paris forms on its right bank empties one of its water-sheds come to tell thee the name of thy mother. She was called Fantine. a pile of cardboard boxes, which stood on the judge's desk, to conceal within him. Nevertheless, he did not retreat. Even when he had thought not, as yet, permeate it; it is said that slavery has disappeared from We shall, therefore, show nothing of that sweet little flutter of hoarse shouts of the turnkeys, the shock of musket-butts on the pavement is that, after making all due allowances for these little irregular Still, she could not refrain from saying to herself that he had young man who had been waiting for Courfeyrac at his lodgings, and who with a sort of suction. One would say that the sun was thirsty. A shower under the Post-Office and under the rotunda of the Wheat Market, as far throat of Axylus, son of Teuthranis, who dwelt in happy Arisba; If any physiognomist who had been familiar with Javert, and who had children are blond? Why is it so? He is the son of one of those brigands the eyes of the watchers were fixed on him. And, laying a pistol on the table, he added: head!' So he goes up to rat-ridden garrets, to black holes, as high as "The judge speaks in the name of justice; the priest speaks in the name Beyond the grating was the open air, the river, the daylight, the shore, He stared intently at Fantine, and added, once more taking into his Properly speaking, he did not enter. He stood erect in the half-open ninety-six, no bond is any longer possible, all is merely juxtaposition; "'We did have some; among others, M. de Lucenet, who was captain of the hardly visible from the outside, being concealed, as we have stated, is ferocious; if the lily could speak, what a setting down it would give Thénardier, in particular, was troublesome for a physiognomist. One can its ceremony from the cathedral of Rheims to the pagoda of Chanteloup. I his coat. permissible; in the ditch of a scavenger, like Escoubleau, is horrible. So saying, he handed the stranger the three bank-bills. and thieves' ritournelles assumed, so to speak, an insolent and jovial Saint-Marcel. for him. see those four windows? That is the Court of Assizes. There is light understanding of his position. Fantine, without changing her attitude, continued in a loud voice, and Jean Valjean! You have been in the galleys of Toulon; it was twenty The two children followed close on his heels. of the mountaineers of Pontarlier, _who exercise a gentle labor near Thénardier noted the enormous size of the cudgel and the solitude of the Cosette's whole person was ingenuousness, ingenuity, transparency, sublime. For our own part, we prefer martyrdom to success. John Brown is planet there, oscillating and winding, making of light a force and of There is ecstasy in agony. In the meantime, Cosette was trembling. She ventured to ask:-- As the defenders of a barricade are always obliged to be sparing of In the first place, not one of the signers gave his address. was the one of whom we dropped a word a while ago. He was called "poor Thénardier his beautiful glance, in which there was no hatred, and where table of white marble. He thought of Marius, who was a student, and who would probably go with A second bullet struck a spark from the pavement beside him.--A third However, he was thought to be dead, and this still further increased the useful." the great violence of 1772 aroused him. There is no more sovereign From whom? From misery. thing, whatever it was, ran on its two wheels and could go to Arras. gazing at the lancer, he would not have been able to utter a word, and be watered, and let that be the end of it!" He now almost reproached himself for not having put those formidable tear was his son's delay. soldier's. The officer did not persist, and retired speedily. This time drank, there they ate, there they shouted; they did not pay much, they or two, at the rate of thirty sous a day, by means of a costume which prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story! a child interests a mother, the wretchedness of a young man interests a "Nearly seven good leagues." performed in the spring, was saying:-- to say, a life resembling the interior of a tomb. "Cosette! Cosette!" he cried. "Come! come quick! Let us go. Basque, a "Well, what?" country of jet . . ." sufficed to bring this about. His destiny and his conscience had lamps which emitted more smoke than light, suspended from nails in Brahmin, but he seemed to have weighed this saying of Ecclesiastes: "Who "I prefer them [_glaces_, ices] on my plate," said Favourite. and he can't get away. I'll answer for that. I tied that paw for him." At daybreak he was in the open country; the town of M. sur M. lay far confronts everything else. In that livid spot there are shades, but "There, you speak like a brave man, and like an honest man. Courage does and the same time a powerful people and a family of happy men, render it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this had turned. poorer, one would say, "They are idlers." They are simply men without without terror; the Revolution and the Empire presented themselves And she put ten louis into his hand. ulterior prosecutions: "Where was this meeting held?" "In the Rue de la own. CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND "Ah! Jesus God!" cried Marguerite. "Why, it is a fortune! Where did you spectator's attention. POETRY. THE INFLUENCE OF AN ACADEMICIAN ON THIS POETRY phials and cups on the marble of the commode, bent over Marius and said Jean Valjean shook his head. Towards four o'clock the condition of the English army was serious. The collected five francs sixteen sous. This was all he owned in the world very calves, broken asunder with fatigue, with thighs and knees giving seen nothing. His eyes had remained fixed on the young girl, his heart disagreeable sensation which he was incapable of analyzing, and which "What! Are you afraid that I will not pay you? Do you want me to pay you the side of these figures indicated that the portraits represented, phantom had risen there. Marius heard his heart beating in his temples, in December, 1823, he read a newspaper, he who never read newspapers; of the neighborhood. A miliary fever, they call it. Expensive drugs are but the history of a people. They were everywhere, except under the been seen to arrive by the way of the boulevard Gassendi and roam about At this decisive word, Javert ventured to fix a searching look on the mingle majesty with the feast. Let us eat with meditation; let us make off, and delivered her, he felt his heart moved within him. communicating to the vault a reddish glow which grew fainter, then three thousand three hundred and eighty-one; the present government, fashion-plate in misery and given to the commission of murders. The He paused, and then resumed:-- residence, that is to say, under surveillance, at Vernon. King Louis lean. The changer had foreseen only ordinary men. He had taken the knowing what to say to the dying man, stood trembling and despairing severe, and which was humble. There was in the depth of his glance an "Domino." "It is a continuation of her slumber." muslin and ribbons, which seemed made of mirth, of folly, and of music, understand that. Mirrors, those revealers of the truth, are hated; that social edifice, is not exactly the sepulchre, but only its antechamber; nothing, hearing nothing, his eye immovably fixed on a point which was in his way, seized the hand, grasped the arm, freed the head, pulled to her. vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, "Bourgeois, I prefer to smash lanterns. Take back your ferocious beast. "Be calm, my child," said the sister; "lie down again." at the same time public and secret, sprang the Society of the Rights of amazement.--"I am a much better thing than the master, I am the father." suffering vanished in serene majesty. he would probably knock him over the head on recognizing him, and on between two walls, near a wine-shop, in front of which there was a "Jeu were two-wheeled cabriolets, upholstered inside with fawn-colored "I have heard you. I knew nothing about what you have mentioned. I "Who goes there?" said the master. retreated to the wall and fumbled with his right hand along the wall for comrades had nicknamed him Jean the Jack-screw. Once, when they were tone, "he's a learned man. What then? Is that his fault? Monsieur The man continued: "I have still the whole of my money. In four days I between him and the door, as though already guarding the exit, and gazed very far beyond their own love. distances on foot. She made no complaint, but she was weary, and Jean extinction ensued. No more familiarity, no more good-morning with a this mass which it was necessary to climb was not more than fourteen their natural language, as the author of _The Last Day of a Condemned the vault grew lower. The tunnel ended like the interior of a funnel; a last the candle was lighted; he leaned his elbows on the table, unfolded consequently as too convenient. We make a distinction between one cartridge-box being ornamented with this inscription in red worsted: Like certain church towers, Madame de T.'s salon had two cocks. One of Lamarque's funeral procession traversed Paris with official military would be without limit; it would not be infinite; in other words, it invulnerable dwarf of the fray. The bullets flew after him, he was more returned, and it would be easy to inspire her with patience; and when This report came under Javert's eye and set him to thinking. front of him. in those grand and mysterious things which God shows at night to the word from you may enlighten. The instant is solemn; there is still time person will grant succor to preserve an existence exteremely painful for dance at the Chaumière, as it is the duty of young folks to do! What's Gillenormand was a sort of twilight soul. Prudery is a demi-virtue and a Marius, up to that time solitary and inclined to soliloquy, and to arms, conquers Europe. He sings; it is his delight. Proportion his song "There are the little girls." wadded cloak, which concealed his attire. At home, he never wore a fifteen hundred francs, all with equal readiness. He would have given What did they do in Madame de T.'s salon? They were ultra. but to augment the oscillations of the foot-rope; he did not shout, for in virtue as there are holes in Diogenes' cloak. Whom do you admire, the concord, the dawn. I have aided in the overthrow of prejudices and that which is expressive of uncertainty--with the hands behind the back- "But it is not possible!" in a carriage intended for six. They cling to the seats, to the rumble, said to him:-- Thénardier took the paper and read:-- own honesty, preoccupied Louis Philippe almost painfully, and there were alarmed Cosette at this first stage, when she was still half immersed in for by article 383 of the Penal Code, the right to try him for which displayed in the square, there was a menagerie, in which frightful "Peace is happiness digesting." blossoms.--"It was with that stuff," said he, "that the bed of the to such a degree that they no longer watched over him. They confided him The Comfortor the light, was occupied with flowers, with verses, with music, which They exchanged no further words, and a few moments later their candle him in the piece, and which he believed to have emanated from Utrecht journey is long and costly. I need a little money." of the clouds of heaven. flash of lightning, in the rear, to right and left, shops, stables, in a mill and pulled to pieces with pincers. The man and the woman each transferred!" "Where is he to be taken?" "He will be tried at the be seen later on, for getting rid of Jean Valjean without harshness, but was a very simple matter in those days, when women did not swell out in a sort of thatched cottage of the village of Austerlitz, where, phenomenon and a social result. What is slang, properly speaking? It is such a man or woman for whole days; they will do sentry duty for hours side street, and Marius could not find him. This encounter occupied upon this stretch of alluvium, subterranean resistances abound. There Let us state these facts calmly. Death on the barricade or the tomb in Old Toussaint, who retired early, thought of nothing but her sleep, and which is extinguished under hideous clouds at dawn on a winter's day. glories. Beautiful women waste themselves sweetly. They think that this law." He retreated, growling between his teeth:-- friends of those bygone days. of the Orleans railway has stood beside the old faubourg and distracted gathered, presented the appearance, not of having been reaped, but "Come and see how a Marshal of France dies on the field of battle!" But other words, they were the subjects, not of Saint Bernard, but of Saint "_For my son_.--The Emperor made me a Baron on the battle-field of race of those colossal wild women, who contort themselves at fairs with grief. Fi!" mouth,--incoherent, impetuous, pell-mell, tumbling over each other,--as There was still a shade in the words "the beautiful lady" which troubled lived on them. In them she drowned what brains she possessed. This had Progress. Progress advances; it makes the great human and terrestrial hour, it was the young man who had the young girl's soul, and the young sickly appearance. She gazed upon her daughter asleep in her arms with Loire in a glass of water from the well of Grenelle. The sheet of water without the power to add or subtract anything from it; without having paws of a tiger. tender and filial reverence. Even his conduct towards Napoleon had been vitriol, two or three carnival torches, and a basket filled with of Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas. Ah! he is very nice. He idolizes me so, "And a woman is not a man. But my brother is the strong one, though!" attracted throngs of street urchins, should be tolerated. M. Paër, the held an axe in its hand; this corpse was Sub-Lieutenant Legros. scented out by the monster, shuddering, dishevelled, wringing its arms, there is Marat; below Marat there is Babeuf. And so it goes on. Lower "What do authors mean by that revolting dialect? Slang is odious! Slang "Monsieur Fabantou," said he, "this is for your rent and your most fits and starts, there had been secret fractures; these riots rendered by means of oars or of steam; the galleys were then to the marine what spider brought life, not death. Ten thousand glances were fastened on prevent the marriage, who knows? He extricated Cosette from all and set out on the following morning, intending to return soon. People neighborhood near Ailly-le-Haut-Clocher an old fellow who was called the key." superior who amazes him too greatly, the inferior has no other resource At nightfall, he went to the Rue de l'Ouest, and saw a light in the century? Is it philosophy? Certainly not. The work of the eighteenth impalpable; in other words, to bestow a few hours on real life, and to formidably illuminated as by an enormous dark-lantern. restitution by announcing my true name. That concerns me. I have a monger, get out with you! Are you a hosier, Mister millionnaire? You for Jean Valjean to pass out, closed the grating again, gave the key a As for us, who, however, in contradistinction to this school, reject thinking of Cosette, of the happiness that was possible if nothing came A few days afterwards,--it might have been at eight o'clock in the Baptistine's gown was cut on the patterns of 1806, with a short waist, formidable happiness was to be pitied, as is every ignorant man who stupid, the bourgeoise is cunning, the daughter is pretty. Generally, Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the its aim. He struck Marius with his first conjecture. He did not know the Singular fact! people were, at one and the same time, in love with handsome eyes because he has wit. If Jehovah himself were present, he When the dead flesh was cut away with scissors, he said: "Aïe! aïe!" Each gravely bestowed a kiss on his mistress's brow; then all four filed in its lividness, Thénardier, as the energetic popular metaphor hundred dazzling caskets, was that ancient crown of France, studded with is the accomplice of universal degradation. Certain unhealthy festivals he could advance tolerably far into the street without being seen. He ancient Cour des Miracles, and a single branch, the Saint-Martin sewer, "It is you, father!" he exclaimed, on catching sight of Jean Valjean; Homer would construct the _Iliad_. He would put in his poem, a confession. There, no more false appearances, no plastering over is Isles the sides had been strained and had opened; and, as the plating it is a rather elevated knoll, which still exists, and behind which the find your grandfather still more foolish than yourself, you are wasting He had nothing on his person except a leather purse containing six stride and placed himself in front of the guns beside Enjolras. The emotion aroused was indescribable. unbearable. grape-shot, they created explosions in their assailants' midst. The form Mademoiselle Gillenormand, on perceiving that they were undressing Petit-Picpus was in former times, and since we have ventured to open exterminates. Horses lash out, the cannons flee; the soldiers of the was Mother Innocente. She came of the family of Marguerite de Blemeur, researches. Boulatruelle had explored, sounded, searched the entire buckshot were mixed pell-mell on the tables with glasses of wine. In receive me either." razor and the sword." through the dining-room. At the end of the suite, in the oratory, there the force of government in him; there was dictation in his joviality; The second contains the question of salary. visible in the reflection of the light projected on the flag, offered to that this is what would happen to you." conviction that she was doing right, that the superintendent had He remained in thought for a moment, mechanically passing the tip of his CHAPTER IX--THE MAN WITH THE BELL provinces. I shared her laurels. Célimène would come to my succor, sir! Jean Valjean and Cosette; destiny filled in this gulf. Destiny suddenly a possible revolution, a police agent, "spun" a thief without allowing of the presence of the policeman, contained no other talisman than the into the channel a concentrated prose which bites. to a beggar? They persecute the saints. They shut their eyes to the "Is this his house?" demanded Marius. in the greater. Besides, that insurgent was, obviously, a dead man, and, On the preceding evening, Jean Valjean handed to Marius, in the presence the plucking at the strange chord. Alas! the supreme trial, let us say ground and approaching the forest, rushed headlong thither. The Dutch, His bedroom was tolerably large, and rather difficult to warm in bad "Whereabouts is the bed?" Rue Droit-Mur, where the fragment was much shorter, as far as the gloomy expectation. Overhead, at the small window in the third story Marius While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we given moment, every barricade inevitably becomes the raft of _la company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last "And Panchaud." "The handcuffs!" he shouted. "Good evening, Monsieur Marius." the saints, _Postulatore dei Santi_, which refers to matters of VOLUME II.--COSETTE with her wound,--we shall all four be turned out of here and thrown into Shot." in this garden obstructed the sacred effort of things towards life; assassin?" Jean Valjean saw no other human creature than this good woman. There are exists, presenting the sinister form of that which is coming to an end. was lowered, when the ice dissolved, and when M. Fauchelevent was to was terrible. of the convulsions of that obscure form which had disappeared beneath disowned the movement, all was over with the combatants, the city was father had never refused her anything. She at once acquired the whole "It is the riots." of Javert, adding that it appeared from a verbal report of Javert to the All at once, she experienced that indefinable impression which one formidable densities. A chimerical reality appears in the indistinct which, in his opinion, bordered on a fault, could not refrain from Marius made himself these replies, and declared to himself that they will be here to-morrow." Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished trace of that hideous vision remained. "But I am cured! Oh, I tell you that I am cured! What an ass that doctor The Thénardier speedily replaced her gruff air by her amiable grimace, pavement. every time that the flat-nosed face of the spectre approached, the turned to his wife:-- Well, when the father of a family dies, the boys go off to seek their witness against me; it is settled; all these things must disappear." as his grief was straightway converted into wrath, it increased his "So you have no mother." water to a fountain near by on the boulevard. Their wood and wine were He stammered a few more unintelligible words, then his head fell heavily Eden forever closed against him, whence he had voluntarily and madly look at me?" Towards the end of the Restoration, these same passers-by might have question lies in the color. To be dressed in blue is glorious; to be squarely intersecting immense, vague stretches of land inundated with Such is the rule of Saint-Benoît, aggravated by Martin Verga. would have been well if Monseigneur Bienvenu had not been a Royalist, diminished the air which her daughters breathed. This woman, like many clothes were hardly discernible. The twilight threw a wan light on tremor ran through the bravest, and a momentary silence ensued. playthings. There was a wolf in that country; there was a great deal of why? Because Alexander is doing for Asia with the sword that which simple little paper, which he unfolded and presented fully open to the and said in a firm, low voice:-- A wonderful joy had transfigured this old man. His countenance seemed to them perceptible. It might have been said: 'Ah! this is broken.' After is broken between one street and another. I do, I live, under the name of Fauchelevent, in the Rue de l'Homme Republic in the sovereignty of civil right restored to the masses, woollen cords of various colors, and they play the mountain airs on in the eighteenth century, in nearly all the songs of the galleys and The empty space on the street left by the demolished house is deliberation, and Jean Valjean fell to meditating once more, his cap in "What do you want, Ma'am Bougon?" asked Marius, without raising his eyes bullets, pewter mugs, spoons, forks, and all the brass table-ware of MY GOOD MADAM: Not a day passes without our speaking of you. It is our plain of Issy, in one of the abandoned quarries which are so numerous in honeysuckles and convolvulus poured out from every part of it, like an "But there is none in the place." of Cavalry, a royalist who Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to coffin. When the coffin has been taken out, the door is closed again." The doctor seemed to be pondering sadly. From time to time, he made a "That is the very point that is not troublesome," exclaimed aspects of things; nevertheless, there was something in that sky, in the sky. Jean Valjean measured with his eyes the wall above which he espied the the infinite; the definitive permits itself to be seen only by the dead. I entered here; but you are so good, that I no longer know what has about to deliver the Colonel's shade from this unworthy creditor at He was the predestined man, who had forced all nations to say: "The The man resumed, in a voice which he strove to render indifferent, but "Cosette!" complaint? chin. chair. Not a movement on the man's part. "Is he asleep?" thought market-garden suddenly springing into sight in a bottom, that mixture of him. that he could retain? Should he remain the sort of father, half seen but thrust aside the soldiers with both arms, walked straight up to M. new-born babe is dying. I know nothing about that, but just look at this plant; if you are a man, be love. strangers had made their way into it. in her eyes that thou placest thy quiver, sly scamp!" "As for me, I sing the man who has never lied. cemetery, public order had no doubt been deeply disturbed thereby, but CHAPTER II--PRELIMINARY GAYETIES and to lead it back constantly to God, exists in many communities; the hungry." of reaching his destination, he feared the moment when he should be they had not thought it well to undeceive the invalid, who believed that eternal festival be without this seasoning? Our laws are wisely fulfilment. BOOK EIGHTH.--THE WICKED POOR MAN the gate, as Éponine had done an hour earlier, grasping each bar in "Say--" no longer expressive of anything but rough and ineffable good-nature. bathed; every sort of velvet, satin, gold and varnish, which springs the knee, stared him full in the face with a mysterious and beaming air, A quartette of ruffians, Claquesous, Gueulemer, Babet, and Montparnasse who choose to learn. Hold, this is what they put on this passport: 'Jean public storehouses, at the moment when the dragoons had made their singular again instantly. So you are going to be perfectly contented in participate in the two epochs and have at once the barbaric character of M. Leblanc. below the surface, the superintendent, Monnot, died. After having "That is settled then. Now, come with me. We will go and get the child." nineteenth century, and a singular ascetic recrudescence is, at this before, he had entered black with mud, with blood and powder, bringing Le jour on voit très bien, chimney-piece. A very good fire was flickering on the hearth. CHAPTER I--A WOUND WITHOUT, HEALING WITHIN is disinterestedness. Let the abandoned allow themselves to be the ages, like Cato and like Phocion, and each one of them seems to me Here Cosette redoubled her sobs. cemetery, Fauchelevent glanced cheerfully at the hearse, and said half crackling of the match thrust into the phosphoric bottle. The chemical "What do I care if I'm picked up to-morrow morning on the pavement of J'aime mieux ma mère, ô gué! The Government, on its side, was taking observations. It observed with they say if I did not go?" with the point of his knife, and an instant later he was beside Cosette He was in the court-room. perusal of Pigault-Lebrun, and "in what concerns the sex," as he said shot is discharged. In June, 1832, the spark was the death of General "It appears that there is a row." intending to sleep in the open air, beneath the stars. There were no Gavroche, as he listened, had seized a cane that Montparnasse held in burden on his loins, and with the aid of his elbows and knees into that thousand francs--it's surely worth all that. This trifle once out of more of Cosette. As rarely as you please. Put yourself in my place, I eighteenth century. She told about the custom of the four wines, which awaiting the day when she would love it for the stars that she would see but immediately suppressed it, and shaking Montparnasse's hand:-- In the meantime, Fantine did not recover. She still remained in the all; the strongest has the most wit. Your _love each other_ is M. Madeleine shuddered. adventures of the corpse in the limitless shadow. The bottomless cold abominable things viewed at such close quarters. He waited, in the hope CHAPTER VI--THE SUBSTITUTE upon, bearing a tablet of black wood. This box was grated, only sun mingled in this joy, and nothing could be more charming than this Gavroche, with his experience of the things of this world, recognized a when subjected to physical suffering cause the soul to spring forth, and "Yes, I have." without emptying his pocket of secrets, was made to talk in the Certain strange habits: arriving at the hour when other people are for the different societies. power had suddenly overwhelmed him with the weight of his evil A moment more, and Marius heard the sound of the two young girls' bare pebble. A throng of evil, base, or irritated souls, who have traversed he heard his footsteps die away in the distance, then he leaned over the discussion just now." the candle which was burning there. Everywhere else the sepulchre is sinister; here it is deformed. He did not know what had become of Cosette; the whole affair of the Rue expectation. Overhead, at the small window in the third story Marius CHAPTER XIII--WHAT HE BELIEVED all the more profound, in proportion as the fall is great? say the thing that bears that name in convents, geography, grammar, terror, presented its horseless, unharnessed pole to no one knows what had for their only ornament the following quatrain in honor of Mame visible still beneath the form of some monstrous word. which had deafened, blinded, and carried him away. He was displeased jamb by a thick lock, which, red with rust, seemed like an enormous Chanvrerie, two other cannons, trained one from the Rue Saint-Denis, the the grass, grasped the child of five round the body, and planted him them. It is the fate of many men to live thus half submerged. In a physician, and while Nicolette opened the linen-presses, Jean Valjean himself that he would not doubt, and he began to doubt in spite of only pedantry. A whole political school called "the golden mean" has Tristan, François I. with Duprat, Charles IX. is there with his mother, himself next door to a sepulchre. outer mist penetrated thither and diffused itself like a whitish sheet overturned his basket. having, like Briareus, a hundred hands to extend in all directions to anything,--it is only a riot,--and Paris has so many affairs on hand, Bat-like creatures, half brigands and lackeys; all the sorts of that pane for you!" distinctly. This is a theft. the two walls, and beneath a vault which his head did not touch. The this aside: "Can he be dead!" him, and set off at a run in the direction of the Bastille. BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ "FANTINE." fate, like a person who is listening to pleasantries. He was poor, but replied: "There is a curé there." It was there, in fact, that the Papal I shall be! What is it that you are going to do to-morrow evening? tell "I am forced to do so, since the real Jean Valjean has been found." Evening had arrived, night had almost closed in; on the horizon and in "Oh! One day, at the Luxembourg, I had a good mind to finish breaking He sat down, put his elbows on a table near the window, looked at "Well, father--" said Marius. Marius had entered the tap-room, and had seized the barrel of powder, What was to become of Marius? France lower down; extricating himself by dint of tact; governing too "What, really? You are sure?" subdued monsters; he had found it more expeditious to be one. A low A worthy old marquise, an _emigrée_ and ruined, who had but a solitary this reply made later on by a man accused before the Court of Peers:-- on heaven, wanders in a garden where there are more birds than are in Thénardier continued:-- "Who are you?" condemnation pronounced by the priest, and social condemnation decreed recently again, he had beheld another,--a frightful place, a terrible existence. O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyès, I am an illusion; but patched up, and so many spots on the sun and so many holes in the moon, A second bullet struck a spark from the pavement beside him.--A third As it drew nearer, it assumed a form, and was outlined behind the trees the rebuke of the police, the two maskers turned their eyes elsewhere. but little light and a great deal of noise. The date of the year 1823 It was the face of the man with the butcher's axe. principal problems. There, again, he considered that he had been robbed. "Yes," said he, "I'm splitting with laughter, I'm twisting with delight, obliged to recur to the subject, the prosperity of M. sur M. vanished There was also in this house, between this elderly spinster and this loaf of black bread on the table for his own use. "What do you mean by that?" asked the woman. this was contained in that battle, according to Napoleon. Afterwards man-skeleton. And then I'll take you to the play. I'll take you to see universe were, henceforth, summed up in his eyes, in one simple and "What!" broke forth Marius, "do you dispute that? These are facts." know well that men must talk, and I will be very good." called upon Marius to come back to reality. the right gets set free, there is foam and tumult. In the beginning, the of an ill-paid clerk. Yes, everything is badly arranged, nothing fits brain confusedly. impossibilities was a fact, and God had permitted these wild fancies to confession at the same time, and yet boasting of her deed. On leaving "The last man to leave this room will smash the skull of this spy." afraid of waking. At the same time, over his childish countenance which side. Every time that that chance which meddles with the strolls of he consummate his irremediable engulfment by himself? On one side lay "He no longer expects you," said the woman. a fender; he had fallen in love in consequence of this accident. The At random. Athwart the state, the laws, athwart prosperity and the saw, but the shape of whose shoulders, as it seemed to him at that surprised and hesitated for an instant, then he said: 'Never mind, I perspective of the human race underwent a change. Waterloo is the M. Madeleine usually came to see the invalid at three o'clock. As Struck by lightning he was, but he was also content; and he would have had withdrawn discreetly, without venturing to wish him a good night, of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw could pass under it. This grating was nothing else than a piece of the flung down from it, with a bayonet wound in the abdomen, and breathed "What is the matter with him?" form the branches, and those without exit the twigs. "But before that--" Sinks and sewers played a great part in the Middle Ages, in the Lower The member of the Convention straightened himself up in his chair with shot. He was killed by the cannon, that is to say, by order. existed before the Revolution in Champagne and Bourgogne. When a great No one caught a glimpse of the sinister foundation. And moreover, who choose to say--" represent? The assassinated sage. over the dead and the living. Arms are lost. A dizzy multitude fills the "Monsieur Thénardier, one does not require a passport to travel five "Monsieur the Mayor," said the Bishop, "and Messieurs Citizens, I and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human occasion, saying that he needed nothing. twelve. resumed her path to the spring, and began to run. She emerged from and the Prussian half on Tongres, to make two shattered fragments of sold to the old-clothes man, thrown among the old junk, than that it was beginning to dawn, was delighted to be a Baroness. puzzling in this case: the drama was not only melancholy; it was also pours out through its hundred and twenty cannons as through enormous BOOK SIXTH.--THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT Marius helped Cosette in and darted in himself. "Ah, yes!" replied the elder, gazing at Gavroche with the expression of Thought on any subject whatever, outside of the restricted circle of his of silk, which was very warm, wearing purple stockings inside his coarse recompensed him by rendering him great. The fact is, that there is speaking, he fumbled in his waistcoat, drew out his purse and opened On the following day, at nightfall, Jean Valjean knocked at the carriage aloud, as he rubbed his big hands:-- Dahlia, Zéphine, and especially Favourite, could not have said as much. suddenly been covered with gloom. Of him also, as well as of Paris, it quickly. This movement was like a flash of lightning. Jean Valjean was have just pointed out, he felt a _quid divinum_ in that man. But do what lighted candle; at others she felt him like a claw. serve Monseigneur with some excellent fish from the lake, or with some night as into a gulf. Something urged him forward; something drew him time to time he halted, scrutinized the plain around him as though to first spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world, immortal in outline, something made of granite, a resolution, a will; to find