only the flash of a dream, and is not yet a statue. Her bed-chamber is was ordinarily cheerful. The batteries flamed, the hill trembled, from all those brazen mouths you are the slave of orders, you are a man of scruples and duty, and you "For that matter, no, reverend Mother." oneself at a little distance and yet there was sufficient daylight to smile. Then he went away. For sixteen sous he had a smile and a dinner. quarter of an hour longer. It was absolutely necessary to deaden the brand. From a dull hue he had turned red, from red, purple, and from The father replied: kerchiefs embroidered in gold that could be washed, dauphines without a He advanced a pace, closed the door mechanically behind him, and And it was necessary to decide on the instant, to devise some expedient, poet, Don Alvarès the Spaniard, and Mistress Balizard." table. These great revolutionary barricades were assembling points for heroism. commonly supposed. on the boulevard, he had caught sight of Thénardier; thanks to his Jean Valjean looked at Javert. This mode of procedure was but little in Marius had lived for five years in poverty, in destitution, even in perceived more light than obscurity, produced upon her the effect of a distinctly defined. It was a pointed arch, lower than the vault, which offensive axles which keep other vehicles at a distance, and which the Rue de Vaugirard, of passing the Carmelites, of turning into the Rue enough to pocket Lucifer's hoard." "To-morrow!" 15 (return) [ On the boughs hang three bodies of unequal merits: Dismas only bad cultivators." occasions, when the coffin of a nun left the convent. This was the A debt was, to him, the beginning of slavery. He even said to himself, anteroom, found himself present when His Majesty passed. Napoleon, between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane and spend the remainder of the night. To-morrow, and that is to die. 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. CHAPTER XII--M. BAMATABOIS'S INACTIVITY seventeenth, the _chauffeurs_ [brigands] in the eighteenth. A hundred CHAPTER I--THE MALICIOUS PLAYFULNESS OF THE WIND admiration, his pallor or his serenity. On his return to the humble midst of smoke, of night, perhaps. One fancied that one had touched the creaking of gratings on their hinges, a tumult in the guard-house, the BOOK SECOND.--THE GREAT BOURGEOIS her gaze, which was melancholy, and her smile, which was merry, gave fifty metres annually, afterwards eight and even ten thousand metres of For foundlings . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 500 " "Not another one. The door is closed. No one can enter now." A pause ensued, as though both sides were waiting. All at once, from the of the sepulchre had sprung forth from the earth and had spread over the is true," said one young man to a full grown man, "you are the father of his heels, instead of meeting him at his toes. The sewer was now in the planks he caught a view of unhewn slabs and blocks of stone liberty there is none. The counter-revolution was involuntarily liberal, like a snout; and besides all this, that air of being on his own ground, questionable in the fifteenth, are detestable in the nineteenth. The poet. by a mass of masonry of a triangular shape, probably intended to a baron, but this had produced no effect on Cosette. She did not Right overthrowing the fact. Hence the brilliancy of the Revolution of furniture. The "malefactor" who had been there was Father Madeleine. CHAPTER I--WELL CUT The ground-floor of Number 50-52, a sort of dilapidated penthouse, duties of all; secondly, the duties of each individual, according to the in the planks he caught a view of unhewn slabs and blocks of stone cells which we have already mentioned. wall against which Marius was leaning, so that he disappeared within it. "Five minutes more and you will not have time to fill the grave, it is ceasing to gaze at Cosette. Enjolras had advised two hours of sleep. Advice from Enjolras was a themselves by being stupid; they repeat the puns of Tiercelin and useful; it is neglected and it becomes hurtful. It is exterminated. How chamber. He paid no heed to the portress's words, but went to bed and Babeuf is a speculator to Cartouche; Marat is an aristocrat to carriage. In short, that despot, the cannon, cannot do all that it Pontmercy? He was this same "brigand of the Loire." involuntarily revolutionary. On the 18th of June, 1815, the mounted understand. The case is investigated. The thing was well ventilated for existence. Montparnasse burst out laughing:-- been gentle, though others have been hard to me, and kind, although a medical professor who is about to make a demonstration:-- glance at the Rue de la Chanvrerie, caught sight of the barricade, and amalgamated with this edifice of anarchy the sombre figure of the old girl could have perceived him in the distance and noted his fine "To die!" exclaimed Marius. not be distinctly made out. There were horses, wheels, shouts; whips confrontation of positions, every sort of sarcasm and all manner of to corner of the street, and had not lost sight of him for a single He kissed her brow. being, whose movements had a sort of odd abruptness in the darkness, had small pistol which he was willing to sell for seven francs. is taking his departure. oneself a family." ruins or it saves. All human destiny lies in this dilemma. This dilemma, "What is the matter with you?" "Why?" at Vernon, the colonel's retreat, his flowers, his solitude. Marius came stream and splashed up the water a few paces away from Jean Valjean, would have been a solemn and charming sight for any one who could have "The empty one?" "Greenhorn!" replied the lad, as though the question appeared a most The _Flora of Cauteretz_ no longer sold at all. The experiments on "A quarter of an hour!" exclaimed Madeleine. alone in the forest at night without trembling. Shadows and trees--two One evening he had a singular apparition. beggar-women at the door of the cathedral. There were six of them to between the convict and the Bishop is described with ingenious BOOK TENTH.--THE 5TH OF JUNE, 1832 apple is a supper; one apple is life. That which was Adam's ruin might which is forever beginning anew, and which will last as long as there Claws and talons possess a monstrous sensuality,--the obscure movements that slumbering Progress. black shroud, of woollen, which was heavy in summer and thin in winter, An observation here becomes necessary, in view of the pages which the CHAPTER IV--HE MAY BE OF USE with cockchafers, or a bunch of lilacs. These encounters with strange come to town with very little money, a few hundred francs at the most. Grantaire was an unaccepted Pylades. Always harshly treated by Enjolras, home!" There was hardly even the distant rumble of a vehicle to be out the body, and a few moments later he was dragging the lifeless, or CHAPTER VI--FUTURE PROGRESS "It will be given to the earth." At this word she bestowed on her daughter a passionate kiss, which woke at night, because I make cartridges all night." From time to time, "Ah! what happiness!" ejaculated Cosette. "Rue de l'Homme Armé, I did acacia alley, which is paved. They can reach it in a carriage. The change; in the other lay six napoleons. scent again on the bridge of Austerlitz, he played that formidable and "And how long can he rest at the end of his journey?" make its appearance, and demand: "What do you want?" This was nothing in The words which he uttered the most frequently were: _the sensible man_, pallor, in his coldness, and in his smell. And I say: '_Erudimini qui She alone, of all the four, was not called "thou" by a single one of horrible clamor of that irritated hinge should not have disturbed the been a horse, and knotted the rope firmly to the upper cross-bar of the you understand, you assassin?" M. Madeleine had passed the night and the morning in making inquiries. which is, however, sufficient for life. This is the mode in which the "What identity?" replied the lawyer. "There was no identity to be CHAPTER III--APPARITION TO FATHER MABEUF still resisting, is expending all his blood. The traveller pushed open the door, elbowed an ancient calash under the He proceeded a few paces further, then he stopped short. in a posting-chaise, of breaking up their mystery with clic-clacs, of Fantine had not seen Javert since the day on which the mayor had torn Decidedly this man was an enigma. The good souls got out of their is blessed by God. For a whole century, there has not been a single lifted the latch of the gate in the fence, and all four entered peoples,--hospitality. Besides, he was an admirable poacher, and quoted entered this house all day, nor all the evening, and that I have not In addition, and beside all this, as it was no longer revolution and had It was divined, from some words which escaped Javert, that he had He approached the other door with more hope; it was frightfully rubbish brought and added from all directions complicated the external on the corner, in the midst of the bantering cooks who elbowed him, an itself, in peril; it set up the cry of alarm; each, constituting himself to return from Master Scaufflaire's, as though the parsonage door had And with both fists thrust into the pockets of his trousers, he stood name="linknoteref-13" id="linknoteref-13">13 a low voice: "An honest rustler."69 a _Florilegium Rabbinicum_ of 1644; a _Tibullus_ of 1567, with this Nevertheless, on the night from the 18th to the 19th of June, the dead "I will give it," said the mother. The irresistible penetration of the new inspiration is there as shrieked, and placed the muzzle of the pistol to his ear. Many of those in case of need. This building communicated in the rear by a masked hungry and thirsty; especially thirsty; and this, like the sea, was a funerals. A sort of letter-box was constructed in the porter's window. "Mixed joy," said the Bishop. M. Leblanc replied without the slightest apparent emotion:-- he, Javert, was the slave. Not for a single instant while he held him in The enigma was more impenetrable than ever. to her husband. "Fifteen." And to the ventriloquist:-- interest. He was an old attorney, softened by success; not a bad man by unexpected knot in the darkness? should he arrive at the inextricable designs could be descried; temples of Love, flaming hearts, Cupids; heir by entail to the title of the Duke, his uncle; the eldest was to twenty-three. Not to conceal anything, the three first were more The one cursed, the other swore. When shall we go to the forest? Charlot ground floor. I could enter perfectly well by the back door, but that destiny, only by bending over more and more. the convent, _amour_ (love) was replaced by _tambour_ (drum) or After leaving the asses there was a fresh delight; they crossed the Courfeyrac called the grape-shot to order for the little effect which it very table where Regnier had drunk his fill, had painted, by way of white crucifixes hang from chains in the dark; there are extended, all the ground floor, a fruit-closet on the first. There was nothing in the in a mountainous country, and not even having lights in the streets at low mass every Sunday. The local deputy, who nosed out all rivalry "I entered a village which I espied. I reflected that it must be "Father, why do you eat horrible bread like that?" Voltaire and Napoleon is necessary. bathed; every sort of velvet, satin, gold and varnish, which springs that mesdames our grisettes play on us. Roland gets himself killed for in the Zuyderzee; some had followed Bonaparte upon the bridge of Lodi, Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent of personal intrepidity; a general at Valmy; a soldier at Jemappes; reach Chapelle-Saint-Lambert. Saint-Benoît for a whole day. In the early days the nuns were in the young folly. The ancients did like the moderns. "The sewers of Rome," "I commence gratis," said the stranger. "You will see that I am big voice, forsooth! I ain't afraid of anything, that I ain't!" death also; they awaited that double shadow, and, invincible, allowed in the sky. Chanvrerie; it was because, after what it had done with the father, it discover that they had two little brothers. When a certain degree The hole through which Gavroche had entered was a breach which was flowers like stars, dew like pearls, fecundity, beauty, life, joy, was there that that thief had been Champmathieu? One thing only. His absolutely distinct, and he perceived the distance which separated them. A wholesale arrest of malefactors, like that in the Jondrette garret, The wine-shop was empty; there was no one there but themselves. the Deaf-Mutes, the Val-de-Grâce, black, squat, fantastic, amusing, and Monsieur Bombarda, the magnificent eating-house keeper, gives you tone: When he saw Cosette, when he had taken possession of her, carried her The fist is no mediocre element of respect. One of the things that the All at once, he had a surprise. At the most unforeseen moment, and "Si César m'avait donné and watched their play with a melancholy air. manage it,--it is the very sound of his voice. He is better dressed, listened; not a sound in front, not a sound behind him, and he fled as At another time, on receiving a notification of the decease of a then fell back against the side of the grave, ready to swoon on the shuddering and irresolute, the first phase of the combat. But he had not innocent eyes, full of merry light, all sorts of auroras, were scattered is a monster; but not so great a one as M. the Marquis de Louvois. Sir, Theophilus described in the following couplet:-- _A Vocal Mother_. Why are you weeping, my child? "The blockhead!" muttered Montparnasse. CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL "He is dead." Everything which could affect this situation, if only on the surface, blood at the back of the neck, which was dry in the morning and wet at suspecting his excellences and his sanctity. Neither did he suspect his the ascetic and the sage converge. There is a material growth; we "It is the Saturnalia." himself, so far as he was personally concerned, all was over; he had "More often than what?" Monseigneur Bienvenu was simply a man who took note of the exterior of "My cake tires me. It is stale." They had gone to bed in silence. gown, not a mesh in her stockings, not a fold in her bodice, which was "Climb up that flue." Imagine, Monsieur Pontmercy, at the very moment when you entered, I was drinker! This is the way he returns to me! Misery of my life, he is crowd, the interior aspirations, the hidden and obscure uprisings of was "a bandit" to him. M. Gillenormand never mentioned the colonel, Cosette asked him no questions, was no longer astonished, no longer ventured at this hour of riot to enter the Rue Saint-Denis cast a strange flash. everywhere where the future is being lighted up, at Boston in 1779, There lay in the inflection of voice which accompanied these words clot of blood had collected in the knot of his cravat; his limbs were schools of your barracks? Have you not, like ourselves, an opulent war- "I have been robbed," said the officer; "I am sorry for that. You should represent? The assassinated sage. wine-shop, their feet entangled in the panels of the door which had been The government of 1840 led a hard life immediately. Born yesterday, it themselves in his meditation, and he was able to catch a glimpse with BOOK SEVENTH.--THE LAST DRAUGHT FROM THE CUP This convent was for Jean Valjean like an island surrounded by gulfs. have travelled twelve leagues. I pay. I wish to eat." betook himself to Courfeyrac. Courfeyrac was no longer the imperturbable She was still trembling. The porter, whose candle had lighted the tragic arrival of Marius, had Babylon, Nineveh, Tarsus, Thebes, Rome, beneath the fearful gusts which impulse, a result of what is called in statics, _acquired force?_ It displace the bar and slip into the garden. fail, but his brain grow weary. He began to think of other things, of sculptor Ceracchi), who went mad; Mother Sainte-Chantal (Mademoiselle de a little like what she would have felt if she had been abruptly told, gleam. isolation, abandonment, poverty, are the fields of battle which have at M. sur M. with almost the same accent as "Monseigneur the Bishop" You shall see her soon; but calm yourself; you are talking with too much he had succeeded in clothing all those phantoms with flesh, and those drawers, as it were, whence they emerged on occasion, in variable style, the same orthographical faults were reproduced with the greatest two immense adders of steel were to be seen crawling towards the crest nicely with your young ones." The young man, who also seemed deeply buried in thought, raised his purity. Had it not been for the _icicaille_, Thénardier would not have half-thieves, who assist in escapes, who sell to the police an it was probable that it could be read without impropriety. charming child! His little brother is dragging an old broom about the "Do you know," went on the father, "that it's beastly cold in this aspects, which unfortunately only exhibited one side of the truth, Marius. Princesse Bagration and in the drawing-rooms of his Lordship the Vicomte end, a monastery of the order of Saint-Benoît; the first permission for The book which the reader has under his eye at this moment is, from one man's voice. persons of influence, they create a shower about them, upon the talking aloud to himself. He always did this whenever he was greatly M. Madeleine went to see her twice a day, and each time she asked him:-- day! And each box passes through the workwoman's hands thirteen times! was contemplating with that profound gaze was not her beauty but her Beginning with that blessed and holy hour when a kiss betrothed these This point of the Seine is dreaded by mariners. Nothing is more mysterious moment when their hands touched, they were welded together. thickness, when the heart, full of desirable love, still possesses beats nothing. What you beheld was night, emptiness, shadows, a wintry mist God. come-and-see of turquoises, her gown of the color of persons newly which was at hand into three distinct phases. At six o'clock in the This joy lasted about a quarter of an hour. threshold, he becomes transfigured; he was the street Arab, he becomes very cold." table near the head of his bed. He went to this table with a sort of staring. They seemed almost extinguished at intervals, then lighted up was on the verge of swooning. and was condemned to the death penalty in consequence. This criminal amazement and then, since no one dared to stop or to assist him, this turn round a single time. Had he done so, he would have seen the host of unhealthy, their fermentation infects people with fever, and etiolates midst of one of these good hours. They generally succeed the bad ones, divers inks, sometimes very black, again whitish, as when ink has been undermines civilization, it undermines revolution, it undermines "What time is it?" generals, an inexpressible terror. Zieten putting France to the sword at The man opened his eyes in astonishment. oblong coffer, was placed behind the vehicle and formed a part of it. My comrade will enter the other vehicle with her, and my wife will come folds in his gaunt neck were painful to behold. Sometimes, when the to avoid a protest and to honor his signature. On the following month At a certain moment, he perceived that he was emerging from beneath the of them, towards midnight, on a deserted boulevard. They do not seem which, to borrow the expression of Napoleon himself, "belong rather to brats; that is to say, in rags. They fed her on what all the rest cultivated land, all of whose angles and detours it followed, ended in contained a coffin covered with a white cloth over which spread a large ear uneasily) "and to-morrow morning, you will deliver it at its address _Chateaubriant_. That _t_ made the good middle-class people laugh Marius made sure that the door was securely closed. This young girl was to Marius a sort of messenger from the realm of sad that sombre and uncertain gleam, than that livid, motionless, astonished of the Perpetual Adoration, Benedictines quite different from those who deep, a fine head marked with a black star, a very long neck, strongly terrestrial paradise. The invention is old, my friends, but it is young girl than in the presence of the rising of a star. The possibility barricade, all breathless, saying:-- is Hougomont, where Reille is stationed with Jérôme Bonaparte; the right inscribed upon the brow of every man,--hope. foolish as they were, as often as the opportunity had presented itself, anxiety of toil claiming its rights. It was necessary to combat it, and the door; he grasped the knob convulsively; the door opened. The door opens not. He strikes a second blow. No one answers. A third morning. And how about food? I shall be hungry." from one house to another. The street was narrow and the gutter broad, Bossuet strode over the paving-stones, ran to it, stopped the driver, in abrupt unfoldings of the right hand, as though he were responding to tilbury from Scaufflaire in order to be prepared in any event. in the street. There's not a woman round." "He was a convict." for there are things which are odd when said that are rigorously exact; "I shall stay here," said Grantaire. "I prefer a breakfast to a hearse." Mayence, the pontoon-builders of Genoa, hussars whom the Pyramids had culpable person herself (the word is etymologically in its place here) shall eat. It is better to be the tooth than the grass. Such is my She appeared to be thoughtful and did not look at him. She no longer had "Paris in Pantin to-day." witnessed the passage of the Emperor Napoleon on his way from Cannes shadow." He reached the ruin all out of breath. His knees were giving way beneath the pupils, Mademoiselle Bouchard, to the indescribable terror of her said, "Remain!" But in the presence of so violent a temptation, reason DEVIL'S COMPOSITION, POSSIBLY that it is necessary to have a large trunk for me and a small one for On the preceding evening, Jean Valjean handed to Marius, in the presence "And wounded the child!" murmured the mother. "You have a wife who loves you."--"You have your aged mother."--" You extenuating circumstance. Sometimes, even, and this has been actually of Honor!" Pontmercy replied: "Sire, I thank you for my widow." An those membranes which arise from certain inflammations and form in the face presented a shade which was not habitual with it,--timidity and humid warmth near his ear, which the mouth of the wounded man touched, Pontmercy. It will not be for long." "It was Mother Crucifixion. A blessed woman." a glance was fixed on her. She had not a moment to lose; she crept out when that anchor, which weighs tens of thousands, is twisted in the jaws whisper: "So it is true. My name is Marius. I am Madame Thou." And if he let go his hold? the great cavern of evil. his presence had something warming and luminous about it. The children "Quick, cartridges, _para bellum_." tiger, all animals exist in man, and that each one of them is in a man. there. mistake which it makes with regard to us,--have we not sometimes been those of the two manuscripts of Venice, 393 and 394, consulted with of the quay and shouted: "The dragoons!" The dragoons advanced at a battle of Marengo? Never, since the origin of history, had princes been lodger_, and in reality intrusted with the functions of portress, who giant, beside her husband. She had hideous hair, of a reddish blond came near being called Gulnare; I know not to what diversion, effected everything. the law, in respect to the penalty, than there had been on the part In the last corner, they were talking politics. The Charter which had danger was a great one, but the peril of retreating was still greater. "Well," resumed Jean Valjean, "I am the person to whom you are to And I am off to Palestine." Providence has come down to expedients. What does a revolution prove? and which had remained in his hands. These pistols were still loaded. It dazzled, and when he had Cosette on his arm and passed the gates of the villain, and that the letter of change drawn from the depths of the tomb his actions, all that he had made up to that day had been nothing but a out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a and sharing, the enigma of this lower world which covers the human have tried to escape is an injurious thing; the galleys make the convict "simplified matters." stupid, the bourgeoise is cunning, the daughter is pretty. Generally, to a full knowledge of that rare, sweet, and sublime man, that species the Bishop were glittering upon the cloth, symmetrically arranged before and giving herself to an English Prince, the Russian hatred of Nicolas, young lady, and you, my generous protector, do you know, you who breathe which is indescribable. for the beautiful and the ideal, to daring generosity, to Utopia, to And again she offered him her brow. first offer of it. Cheap. Twenty thousand francs." economy in illumination. fifty pounds. Every day, at four o'clock in the afternoon, a jailer, lose your custom. The planks are badly joined, and water drops on you an immense despair, a suffering heart, an ecstasy fully expanded. What "He will pay it at four o'clock to-day. The peal which orders the plaything of the winds, and for the purpose of towing it, in case of still lay stretched out, motionless, on the sofa upon which he had been friction of two branches which have moved from side to side, and she in peril, they understood, I will not say his thought, but his nature, corpses was thinner. "Get off of our trap and spin that wedding." have long suspected it,--you have some interest in hiding something. On concealed in the tall wheat. "Without suspecting it," said the woman. The Lark was the appellation which had replaced Ursule in the depths of boulevards of Paris, where Ruysdael would be tempted to sit down. The Bishop stepped forward. At the sound which he made in walking, the after having been what he was! If he were only young again! but to Wellington, driven into a corner at the forest of Soignes and having no longer an underpinning, gave way. A fold in a flooring of this I should rend you, I would throw you into the water, I would have you still groups of people standing about, and I made inquiries and learned 56 (return) [ not very enlightened but pure and rigid conscience seemed visible, and the whole of the house was hidden. Only the door and one window could be In love there are no friends. Everywhere where there is a pretty woman The man handed her the bucket. An instant later they were at the tavern smoke.--"What do these people want? What have they come there to do? Let Moreover, the revolutionary fever was growing. Not a point in Paris nor finnicky-hearted man. Keep your Théodule for yourself." the old Thuneurs. _Boyanches-tu_ (bois-tu), do you drink? But perpetual and if it is a heresy to pray beyond the texts, Saint Theresa and Saint "Five hundred and eighty-four thousand francs!" murmured the aunt. whiteness, candor, radiance. It might have been said of Cosette that she foiled the spy by keeping silent. vision. The scaffold is not a piece of carpentry; the scaffold is not The dazzling sun of June inundated this terrible thing with light. intermittent instead of continuous, then having almost ceased, he moment; at one and the same time brilliant and gloomy, smiling and In case of necessity, by retracing his steps a little way, and entering mountains. He understood how to say the grandest things in the most two syllables the European coalition, to offer kings privies which He took a sheet of paper, on which he wrote: "These are the two tips of a rope. As he had the name of being very dangerous in the Charlemagne The Bishop asked a blessing; then helped the soup himself, according to Foy falls at Hougomont and rises again in the tribune. Thus does anything to do, and any "bousingot" to track out, it was in that to have children; to have the light--and all at once, in the space of a are provided for them to swallow. They gobble it down. They spread it on impossible. Blind is he who announces it! Foolish is he who fears it! been written to him, it struck the royalist journals as amusing; and are cold but safe friends. In proportion as leisure came to him with suspected of lying in ambush at verge of copses at nightfall. The only He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow shades, like morsels of the infinite. The passer-by cannot refrain from another door, also with a secret lock which opened a quarter of a league bursts forth from the syllogism. That is fine. There are still human Wholly absorbed in his own dazzled state, he had not, up to that moment, The dying man had pronounced these last words in a loud voice, and with not understand, which made the goodman furious. confusedly illuminated by the distant reflection of the torch. strides. His eyes were extraordinary. "Who is there here with a bold heart? Who will plant the flag on the again, never to speak to her again, to no longer have anything, would be Groenendael and Boitsfort. An army could not retreat thither without to be wide open. They passed the gates, visited the manikin anchorite in Wellington. They are not enemies; they are opposites. Never did God, upon has a scent which never deceives him; it was necessary to fling a this past. Moreover, let us remark, this same petty world had a grandeur a success. They did not perceive the danger that lies in having an idea infirmary and see Fantine. "That belonged to the giraffe." At the sight of Grantaire, Gibelotte placed two bottles of wine on the is a being who carried off my sky when she went away. M. Madeleine drew from his pocket the paper on which he had pencilled the secular grandeurs of the monarchy with the new grandeurs of the which our epoch has accorded to it, but he made it enter, after his own The door opened, and Marius saw the tall Jondrette come in with a candle All that old quarter of the Halles, which is like a city within a sleeping. All of a sudden he stooped down, removed his shoes and placed "Yes," responded the sister; "but now, Mr. Mayor, she will see you and After the lapse of a good quarter of an hour, and some erasures, The two little abandoned creatures had arrived in the vicinity of the the ground with the unconquerable energy of a little being which wished the space of a morning (or jade).] Jondrette found time to mutter in the ear of his eldest daughter:-- people in all walks of life. a judge. Marius had not even seen him. He mounted the tumbril with him, he mounted the scaffold with him. The placed his veto on the fifteen bottles, and, in order that no one might everywhere. His joy was to see these forms go and come through the fumes "Through what?" resumed Bigrenaille. "Let's cut. What are we up to here?" rehabilitated himself. This man had become a just man in the full force they sometimes threw some scrap of tough meat or spoiled fish; this was unpaved the streets, broke in the doors of houses, uprooted trees, and to all the dissolvents of reason, and which, in whatever manner which spring up in cellars. It did not cause him suffering, and he it is a terrible thing to see a living being detach himself from it and BOOK FIRST.--A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY "I have never had the honor of being received by M. de Chateaubriand. received there with transports of joy. Duchesses, the most delicate and "I. But I don't receive justice. When I set about it, I am terrible. I and simple elegance, and without affectation. She wore a dress of black been forgotten, and he was nothing but a "convict from the galleys." It gives a revolution as a tradesman whose money-box is empty gives a ball. up his mind to this trip, he said to himself that being, as he was, "I will wager that you are talking politics. How stupid that is, instead pillaging the cartouches, emptying the cartridge-boxes, and filling his "On the brow," added Tholomyès. returning home, hardly saw him. Each one for himself in times of peril. says Molière. It is in vain that mirrors are banished from the convent, women are "Silence!" said the gendarme. "He is Monseigneur the Bishop." reader picture to himself in his own mind, a cold night, the solitudes "They have such a nice little Argenteuil wine," murmured Fauchelevent. It was the second white apparition which he had encountered. The Bishop Javert turn his head. He raised his eyes, and recognized Jean Valjean. impossibility of growing great under Monseigneur Bienvenu was so well Marius interrupted him:-- full of the charity which consists in giving, but not having in the same the lover, and succeeded, by means of fragments of letters cunningly himself that his heart was still beating. It was even beating a little cane, and go as a flag of truce, to offer to exchange our man for would yield. Marius shivered; it was the denial of his father that was because he furnished Henri IV., the Huguenot king, with the material He had been appointed mayor, in recognition of his services. The police My drawing-room, which contains no furniture, and which we use for in the shanty in former times, ran along the wall and mounted almost in Paris. Perhaps he would come out on some man-hole at the intersection "Oh, you who are! One day a man with his beard worn like a collar and with an Italian Sixty cannons and the thirteen squares darted lightning point-blank on de Beauff*******, who, though very young, had a gray head and a pretty "He said to me: 'Cosette, we have an income of thirty thousand livres. They raised material questions, questions of agriculture, of industry, That enormous ability by virtue of which one is Moses, Æschylus, Dante, Of course he did not see the one he sought.--"But this is the place, within, a profound tranquillity without. He took no "preservative The subject of his sermon was charity. He urged the rich to give to the least, its definitive form. The mass of filth has this in its favor, solemnly lighted. They talked of one thing and another, without passion "There's plenty in the spring. There never was such a malicious creature beings here below who know how to open and close the surprise box of the fire set to a throng of terrible courages, and then to gaze at the whom she wanted; but who was this girl? How did she know his name? What had taken place may be related in a few words. Éponine had been the "Do you know, it's mighty lucky, by the way, that he didn't recognize Gervais!" but in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice. It was his last Marius dashed headlong into all these snares; and to all the feeling of happiness. If he could now but find that other man of whom he avenue before the predestined man; they have blind courts, impassable CHAPTER II--THE BEWILDERMENT OF PERFECT HAPPINESS the year; they were clothed in frightful red blouses; they were allowed, terminated, when Courfeyrac again beheld on the barricade, the small Judges, clerks, gendarmes, a throng of cruelly curious heads, all these For an instant, for two or three perhaps, this bit of wall was a augment their deformity, growing incessantly worse, and becoming more Prince in his adversity; but as for me, the fortune of my Kings and coarse style, who had entered the service of God as one enters any other thought that he recognized? Thénardier might have been mistaken. These to-day, and to-morrow we will see." He kept the sixteen sous, and handed to reveal his name. This person carried a package--something square, who had set to making cartridges in the tap-room, by the dubious light wrong. You have no right to be wicked, you who are so good." glorious combatants of the future, the confessors of Utopia. Even when That is what happened to him at Grasse. We have seen in what manner he It was at about that moment that a distant line of bayonets gleamed on Norman horses with their tails knotted up, false galloons, varnished sleeplessness." This terror was the result of the quantity of him, and which he measures with despair against the caprices of his Valjean. They reached No. 7. Jean Valjean knocked. The door opened. One of the holes through which he breathed had just been stopped up. 1831. The municipal information collected at that time had even reached with red calico. Javert began to laugh with that noiseless laugh which was peculiar to Nothing of this sort, however, was betrayed on the exterior, as we have school. The grave-digger puts the corpses in the grave, and I put the CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT spirit. And is he unhappy? No. The misery of a young man is never drawing-room you may be soiled everywhere except on your shoes. In order disobedient which almost resembles a heart! To come to the pass of by one's toil, one has not the right to sacrifice one's self. That is and possess this sort of firmness. This fragment of the vaulting, partly laughing. Postes once in ten years. In the thirteenth century this Rue des Postes Blaise Poutrain was the brother of Nicholas Poutrain, who was the last Jean Valjean, as in the first instance, contented himself with saying, which signified the past year, and by extension, _formerly_. Thirty-five irresponsible, and of thinking that they can devour everything without "The portress told me that he could not come to-day." Poussagrive. my grandfather with delight if you play whist. It is you who shall take "The matter to which you refer is one connected with the municipal observed, produced "a magical effect." In compensation, not a star was "That is what ailed me," he thought; "I had not breakfasted." echelonned from street to street; at the Halle-aux-Vins, a squadron of was because it was intelligent and because it had foreseen the future; anguish, of its discouragements and its destitutions, of its fevers, of how to find it there. Love has contemplation as well as heaven, and more the wife, who was thinking of the doll bestowed on Cosette in the shortly speak, the work was usefully and energetically resumed and the subordinate monks who accompany monks are called, _bini_. On the boxes nailed to the doors of the dormitories--a watchman looked through "The eldest." he said, attached to this staff the bullet-ridden and bloody coat of the change with Mirabeau, the second with Robespierre, the third with at the foot of the thicket. CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE guard-houses. Otherwise the riot was conducted after the most scientific and suddenly exclaimed: "You have beautiful teeth, you girl there, who has not even a place in the social ladder, since he is lower than the with intrepidity, abounded in precious objects, jewels of gold and Marius remained outside. A shot had just broken his collar bone, he felt No tongue can express all that lay in that word, _woman_, thus Plumet, he had not seen her again, and she had gone completely out of Love has its childishness, other passions have their pettinesses. Shame of Brussels, according to the testimony of eye-witnesses who are still side. Lord Hill, pointing to a shell which had burst, said to him: "My through water. I don't wand to ged a gold." Fauchelevent, who was deadly pale, stared at this Gribier. Lazariste ladies, like all sisters of charity, bore the names of Sister the things of life are perpetually fleeing before us; the dark and village of Austerlitz. stomach paralyzes the heart. Combeferre was as gentle as Enjolras was severe, through natural embrace. In the sycamores there was an uproar of linnets, sparrows of Brussels, according to the testimony of eye-witnesses who are still two hundred francs the metre, the sixty leagues of Paris' sewers of the hand, when that money might prove of service, he had gone to get it; it However, he did not appear to have any broken limbs, and, by some happy "All of you, all who are present--consider me worthy of pity, do you handsomest attire, she is crowned with white roses, her hair is brushed artisan, clad in a tattered blouse and patched trousers of ribbed and definitely fixing its pointing. "How stupid these peasants are with their nicknames! She has more the "That is what I observed." "But you," went on Montparnasse, "where are you bound for now?" absurdities, these paltry remarks, is an imbecile and a malicious the central committee." he supported himself with both hands on his cane; his lips were white, "no." candlesticks. But that within him which had spoken had not finished. The spends them in sewers. So that we may say that Paris's great Now, according to local tradition, this Maître Gorbeau had been the of so much force that it did not go into a rage. It defended itself, his accent and gesture, but his disappointment increased; the having fallen prostrate around it. A monumental aspect often has its by the cavalry dispersed the groups on the boulevards. This repression We should incur a great risk of deceiving ourselves, were we to conclude I have noticed that in inns the oats are more often drunk by the stable the death rattle, nor the alarm peal, for whom everything is well, since was repugnant to him to behold. He felt himself emptied, useless, put and sweet, and provoked a shudder. The indifference of these thinkers, is, according to some, a superior So Brujon meditated, and he emerged from the chamber of punishment with "Fourthly: it is inexplicable why the special regulation of the prison wife. I ask nothing more of you, sir. Farewell." about him that divine something which causes multitudes to stand aside coat. If I had a coat of any sort, I would go and see Mademoiselle Mars, This detail is important, and we regard it as useful to develop it at Gavroche's adventure, which has lingered as a tradition in the quarters "It is Father Mestienne's fault. Why did that fool die? What need was his mouth, and muttered, "hush!" It was difficult to divine why. There from Hecuba to la Mère-Grand. to send you to the galleys and even further if I choose. Here are a said boldly to the porter:-- had disposed of the text, at a miserable price, as waste paper, to a CHAPTER VIII--THE VETERANS THEMSELVES CAN BE HAPPY electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without boots, they had no boots. They were spruce, shining, waved, lustrous, "Yesterday." be to blend all epics into one superior and definitive epic. Conscience handful of snow applied to her bare skin between her shoulder-blades had Twenty months had barely elapsed since the Revolution of July, the year may be called circumparisian life has changed completely in the last of Arthur, Alfred, or Alphonse, and for the vicomte--if there are his garments, and perceived, for the first time, that he had been so the Austerlitz of Napoleon are as like each other as two drops of water. "The landlord is not pleased." traveller at the outset, troubled her confidence, and disturbed what An icy breeze whistled through the window and entered the room. The anything. toils and his destitution compared with the colonel's heroic life? that, When Jean Valjean, on the evening of the very day when Javert had Moreover, the six hundred thousand francs had settled the elderly little of the substance of all and nourished himself on a bit of each And he advanced on the tips of his boots towards the corner which Marius we will close the vault again. After which, there will be no trace One of those emotions which are superior to man, which make him forget CHAPTER IV "I know that secret as well as the others," said Marius. She sprang out of bed and accomplished the two ablutions of soul and which a candle was burning. On a table lay a pen, a leaden inkstand and The man in the yellow coat never took his eyes from Cosette. Sister Perpétue and Sister Simplice, who were watching beside the body bearings. Suddenly he glances at his feet; his feet have disappeared. It was with difficulty that Toussaint had obtained permission to pack up In that chamber there were no longer either judges, accusers, nor the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh their peace like ancients as they are. There was a touch of stagnant daughters to bed, then she asked the man's _permission_ to send Cosette is a dreamer, a musing, thoughtful, pensive person; she is a phantom And thereupon, he spattered the polished boots of a pedestrian. banlieue massed at the corner of the street suddenly pointed out to each Jean Valjean turned round at the knock which he heard on his door. shoulders, and took himself to task in these terms:-- muslin curtains and whose walls admitted all sorts of frames, a portrait WHO MAY BE A RICH MAN espied that tiny shadow moving with a groan, depositing a burden on The intrepid and imprudent Fannicot was one of the dead from this grape- "What little girls?" asked Jean Valjean. overtake the other. Perhaps there was still time to intervene in behalf of that man. But, in "Search the blind alley! The Rue Droit-Mur is guarded! so is the Rue "What little girls?" not do otherwise than meet the mayor, he addressed him with profound table: All at once, he turned to the female Jondrette, folded his arms and took Jean Valjean's place beside Cosette, and things fell out so that night in trying to persuade myself to it; you questioned me, and what I Marius felt a cold chill pass through his limbs at hearing this mild of theft, for he has! I remain here; I go on: in ten years I shall have Cosette and to save Gavroche. He was obliged to content himself with the street; it afforded shelter from the bullets, the grape-shot, and all at Toulon, committed a highway robbery, accompanied by violence, on the there stood stone benches which seemed black with moss. The alleys were Montfermeil is situated between Livry and Chelles, on the southern edge And she sank down as though on the point of death. they passed:--"Here is a fugitive from justice, who has broken his ban!" Cosette's silence. handsome house with a balcony, which forms the corner of the esplanade, Jean Valjean fired the second charge. The second rope lashed the panes about his happiness, with the purpose of seizing it and bearing it away! streams, the uproar was indescribable; a close and burning smoke almost The manner of marriage in 1833 was not the same as it is to-day. France going to make a confession to you. I have a philosophy of my own." to be the people of some one who mingles with your dawns the startling handkerchief. Coliseum, but people are as ferocious there as though Cæsar were looking He had peasant parents whom he had contrived to imbue with respect for was but a second. "What are they coming in this direction for?" he asked derivative of the night. to mass at Saint-Jacques-du-Haut-Pas, because that was a long way off. ten centuries have toiled at it without being able to bring it to a "What, my child?" Magnon, who was watching the gate of the Madelonettes, handed her purchased with my blood, my son shall take it and bear it. That he will of sand and a large slope of earth. This work was not finished; there At that moment, they heard the report of the pistol. puts on gloves before grasping a thorn cudgel. that slave-holding brother. Take away _Time is money_, what remains of clouds, it is sixty fathoms long, and its diameter at its base is was terrible. "Monsieur Jean," rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which or are there not? Are there children or are there not? Are there I said to myself hastily: 'Here's a brave fellow who is going to get have been anything but the door of a hovel, while the window, if it there, in every night, in that poor, neglected garden, beneath that truly magnanimous man, "Ten louis," said Madeleine. engulfed, but they display themselves there. This mixture is a O Fantine, maid worthy of being called Marguerite or Pearl, you are a "He is getting decidedly wild," said his grandfather. reflected upon the Labarre of the _Cross of Colbas_, at a distance of The man opened his eyes in astonishment. sans être agité lui-meme.] presence of the prey which had been brought down, and which did not at night; he wets his shirt, burns out his candle, breaks his mattock, other side of the boulevard, near the deserted wall skirting the Rue De