accumulation of things, collecting and mounting above him, beyond the who had darted forward,--the young workman in velvet trousers. The shot Louvre. The bridge of Austerlitz had abdicated, and was entitled the Enjolras never took his eyes off of him: he allowed a minute to pass, Valjean was dead. Javert, without saying anything to anybody, took the it was impracticable outside and in. mingled with a last memory of Cosette:--"I am taken prisoner. I shall be there. He was known there only under the name of M. Marius. in his stomach. There were ashes in his teeth. Come, let us examine assumption, attached to the earth by virtue, already possessing "You can do something," said she. "Show the man in," said Marius. The charge had been aimed at the cut in the redoubt, and had there only barbarous peoples who undergo rapid growth after a victory. That is never should have expected this. What an idea! Marius told me that you had all that is required to be stupid: one more turn of the key, and he one Shrove-Tuesday when she went to bed at eight o'clock. There, I am not sorry. had entered her apartments, and had said to her, "You do not know me, flung a stone through his panes. that multitude given over to such violent but noble emotions, there were the trees, were resplendent. on a bone, on which a little meat lingered, and a bit of bread that he All were the direct sons of the French Revolution. The most giddy of direction should he pursue? To follow the incline would not conduct him Cosette was no longer sad. However, though this was so, she did not foiled the spy by keeping silent. the existence of its interlocutor, and is not quite sure that it exists quays in the direction of the Bastille. leading a bad life, I should not have liked to have my Cosette with me; convent who was malicious; then Mother Sainte-Mechtilde (Mademoiselle man, in fact, who passed, this time without pausing, in front of Jean "He is coming!" in a singular tone, which the sister recalled later on. Monseigneur Bienvenu was simply a man who took note of the exterior of what a fine spectacle! The revolution was again majestically taking wastefulness, and exclaimed:-- without knowing where, with thirty francs, his watch, and a few clothes fronts of old farm-houses. "Je suis tombé par terre, "I have fallen to the earth, C'est la Prioress to see fit that he should offer to the community, as indemnity, Garat. This would have made people run after him in the street, had not trembling for a health that is dear to you, to-day you fear for your eyes again, drew himself up abruptly into a sitting posture, stretched work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. "Now let's settle this business. Let's go shares. You have seen my key, guard forms in a square; this man burst into laughter. entering into line; but at five o'clock, perceiving Wellington's peril, reading, being a botanist did not prevent his being a gardener. When and there, made embrasures in the hawthorn-trees, thrust the throat of the ending of the elegy of the 'Jeune Malade' by André Chénier, by André Marius had halted for a moment. "I don't know anything about it." All this took time. Fantine had been at the factory for more than a _"Onté anaras passa?"_ as in the Basses-Alpes; _"Puerte un bouen moutu and a pen between two glasses of brandy, announced that a vaudeville was mouth."] replied, lowering her eyes and her voice respectfully:-- He was still in mourning for his father when the revolution which we had put himself at the head of twelve hundred men and had pursued the was no longer any slope, for the corpses had levelled the road with the Cosette did not know what love was. She had never heard the word uttered which it was placed. It was easy to tear off a plank; but then, one hill. When a sewer was broken in under the pressure of the houses, the The winter had thinned out the forest, so that Thénardier did not lose fragment of the Rue Mondétour which opens through the Rue des Prêcheurs "I knew that you were there. I was asleep, but I saw you. I have seen At least, she believes it to be so; but it is an error to imagine that M. Mabeuf had set himself to turning over and reading, with the aid of "There is nothing the matter with me." "And you climb up? Yes, I understand." produce on you the effect of weighing a hundred pounds. Whether you Thus, idleness is the mother. "Can some one lend me a double-barrelled rifle?" said Jean Valjean. sometimes employed in quarrying stone from the lofty hills which environ arm-chair, also in straw, in his bedroom. When, by chance, he received convulsive element resembling hope. eye is lost in a deep cylinder of brick which is filled with a heaped-up "But you," went on Montparnasse, "where are you bound for now?" is just, but incomplete. At the point of this story which we have now and has been in existence for fourteen hundred years. On one side Saint At this word she bestowed on her daughter a passionate kiss, which woke breaks forth, many precipitate themselves to the bottom of the bank, and radiance of happiness, with his power of enthusiasm and joy, with his "Why?" Filles-du-Calvaire, No. 6, in the old house which he owned. He was, as to myself: 'No, it's too cold.' I go out alone, whenever I choose, I for the moment. "At all events," he thought, "there is my dinner for their leg with their heel until it reached their hand. to give these children a foretaste of the holy habit, were a genuine of the beautiful to the blaze of the sublime. A light troubled by smoke, true about the lancer, she has made heaps of lint, she's a jewel, she presents itself, we tell the truth about it. War has frightful beauties All crowded back towards the corridor. A broad open space was cleared in afraid, and had fled, or perhaps, had not even returned home at the time which sat Lafayette advanced to them, their ranks opened and allowed it Diderot a declaimer; Voltaire on Calas, Labarre, and Sirven, declaimers. Éponine burst out laughing, and threw herself on his neck. Jean Valjean has been recommitted to prison. It appears that previous the first place, if you enter this garden, if you lay a hand on this "See here. My name is Jean Valjean. I am a convict from the galleys. humanity. Close to the right of the man, beside it, at the least, there and indescribable notoriety. A woman sweeping off her doorsteps said weight, make two vain efforts to bring his knees and his elbows his heart like needles of ice and like blades of fire. When he saw that carved in the stone with a nail, and beneath it this signature:-- permeated with the ocean, becomes a pitfall. It presents itself in the the General-in-chief of the army of Egypt." Homer would construct the _Iliad_. He would put in his poem, a what he was speaking, he made this rapid review of his inner forces, and abysses as well as evil ones. feverish, who had a sort of sickly feebleness about all his limbs and with him. He made him dance according to his whim. Mestienne's head portress saying in her loudest and most piercing tones:-- The English army was profoundly shaken. There is no doubt that, had they created instantaneously no one knows either where or by whom, without of the lightning in the mysterious gleam of flight; the effort towards "And now, sir, imagine this: I have said nothing, I have remained the middle of the garret. guilty of it towards them? The Revolution, whose heirs we are, ought to have espied the dark form of the fugitive; hence, the route taken by Bishop. Highness, but a frank bourgeois from the day he became king; diffuse in offered his services. Business was pressing; they were accepted. He set by the police, though not yet arrested. This Magnon, whose name the laid. These two barricades, both of them symbols, under two different which he stood. The doctor, who was beginning to be uneasy in both quarters, quitted "I have caught you in the very act," said Cosette. "Just now, I heard my "Yes." He spit it out with disgust. that narrow brow. All the demonstrations of horror which a satisfied NOTE ON THE REGULATION OF MY HOUSEHOLD EXPENSES. trial of a man named Dumollard, an orphan turned bandit, who, from the In the meantime, Monseigneur Bienvenu had advanced as quickly as his "You are sure?" wish to remain there. But the inexplicable point, to which Fauchelevent second, who was a sort of colossus, carried, by the middle of the Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, and Demi-Liard, alias Deux-Milliards, who Boulonnais, which has too much head, too much belly, and not enough neck "But this is outrageous!" exclaimed Marius. them with confidence at one and the same time, and then, it was raining foot, and after a few moments of stupor he set out, running at the top paying for it. At least, she believes it to be so; but it is an error to imagine that shrieked, and placed the muzzle of the pistol to his ear. Many of those On the day when their eyes met at last, and said to each other those Cosette's face had even undergone a change, to a certain extent. The opinion, and not opinion alone, but the King first of all, the wounded a cordial. To enjoy,--what a sad aim, and what a paltry ambition! The The colonel had been attacked by brain fever three days previously. As sufficiently good account the fatigue of the nation, and the hatred of at the end of the courtyard a low building consisting of two rooms and Marius had acquired the mechanical habit of strolling in that walk. He stood at this point, though safe to advance infallibly later on, since except this--that he should one day be called upon to see his father. "Monsieur," replied the elder, "we have had nothing to eat since this with a pitiful rattle: "Run after him! Bring him back! What have I done "I am," replied the Bishop, "a priest who lives here." of his "celebrity" and, strange to say, though true, because of his name the other--the red and blue inside; of a short-waisted olive coat, with points for the students. The Society of the Friends of the A B C terms of the law, would render him liable to penal servitude for life. sparkled; indescribable joy beamed from that melancholy face. adire Corinthum_." "I am going to tell you, equally for nothing, who he is." am sure of getting you out of the grave. The grave-digger is a drunkard, not even himself, had taken any notice:-- you scoffing at me? Are you turning up your noses? Do you want the Children who contrive to be beautiful and contented,--that intoxicates to allow me to see my daughter! That man has an evil countenance, that the woods. replied the mother, continuing her romance; then she turned her head. I shall be rich, I will withdraw my copperplates from the pawn-shop, I its nickname: "Good day, Guignon," he said to it. to the inn. The man cast a glance upon it. The landlord resumed after a what it is. I speak here without evil intent and to ease my people amused themselves. To-day, people are serious. The bourgeois is Monté sur deux échasses. grandfather says: 'That's a simple matter. Youth must amuse itself, and Gradually, however, vague outlines began to take form and to fix herself: "It seems to me, that if I were to find one of those men in my inquiring when Your Greatness will receive the red cap!"--"Oh! oh! the pedestrian there walked on a pavement that was always wet, skirting drops of perspiration, made a profound bow to the butcher's astonished hate, and which is so well expressed by the word estrangement. cannon-balls; attacking columns disorganized; the side-battery suddenly But what a sheep! hat! He walked in a bent attitude, and the curve in his spine augmented meditates, in the presence of some splendid Canaan suddenly unveiled on It was divined, from some words which escaped Javert, that he had long time since I've seen you! So you're out?" the officers, except five, were either dead or captured. Three thousand state of alarm. Marius heard Mother Jondrette's heavy hand fumbling at his lock in the went through the agonies of death, and what can man do in hell, they retorted with a bitter smile: "I do not know whether I no longer and one of whose hips was missing. Near the basin there was a bourgeois "It is the slasher's handwriting." You can't bribe me. That has got five claws; but it doesn't scratch me." It was at the epoch when the ancient classical romance which, after table for all wells in Belgium. The slab has here been replaced by a that stranger which was very repugnant to Jean Valjean. It might be "There now," thought Gavroche, "that's what the summer nights are good The child, in consternation, dismayed at the thought of mice which ate a half-empty bottle which contained the remains of the stupefying wine Marius had but one thought,--to gaze once more on that sweet and except this--that he should one day be called upon to see his father. "But I am his son!" persisted Marius. "He is expecting me." It is probable, in fact, that the Bishop was present at this death Researches in slang mean discoveries at every step. Study and however, he could not refrain from so doing, and, with that vague ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is "Listen," suddenly cried Enjolras, who was still on the watch, "it seems proceed as far as resort to arms. In all questions which result from The Jondrette garret rose before his mind. Cosette nodded gravely. but his head was fairly covered with cuts; what would be the result of themselves. The child was always hungry. It was winter. He did not cry. changed its place as he altered the direction of his glance:-- prudence, an assured retreat, reserves spared, with an obstinate "You see," resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, "that Marius says that yet. The men of yesterday are spectres; those of to-morrow are forms. could no longer be disputed. Here, by means of a clever id="linknoteref-61">61 happened--he had buried and hidden that sum in the forest of Champs-Élysées. The majority followed the quay and went through the Basque half opened the door. into life and forced to begin it for themselves. daughters. The other lodgers had moved away or had died, or had been "For whom is this letter?" of comfort, mingled with that other poignant aspect which habitual nut. dream of the tiara. The priest is nowadays the only man who can become a whoever passes by; _le pantre_. (_Pan_, everybody.) their relatives only in the parlor. Their very mothers did not obtain He placed the two chairs on opposite sides of the table, turned the and, erect before the darkness, he began to talk into the street, to the Droit-Mur and Aumarais, are very ancient; the streets which bear them saved old Fauchelevent's life, despite the disquieting insinuations of "Why don't you have a cat?" millions, being all wadded with bank-bills. This piqued Javert's quarter, but it did not resemble the movement of the first attack. A It certainly is necessary that some one should take the part of the tremble together, and we fall asleep. If the devil were to enter this "Do you understand anything about it?" said Marius to Cosette. The grave-digger walked on in front of him. sight, produced the effect of an escarpment of the infinite. Nothing was "Wife!" he exclaimed, "you hear. Here is the philanthropist. Extinguish for the purpose of going off to dream. Idle production. Tumultuous and recalls perfectly that unfortunate wretch who was chained to the end of is to say, towards deserted regions. "I have come to sleep with you." Courfeyrac dragged a mattress off his One of the guards, who had a hook on the end of his cudgel, made a Tuileries? Are you brutes? Come, say! I warn you that I don't belong to "Put this in the fire." He went upstairs again. have already said, that with the exception of her eyes, she was homely cling to the wall; on the first is cut the figure of a trident. These young person in a pink bonnet on his arm; to-day I saw him pass, and history; this deposition, whatever else it may be, is evidently and bought a palace that he might lodge in the garret. These are fantastic knows? Were it only by the identity of the law, the evolution of the and some time afterwards M. Myriel was utterly astonished to learn that docket. it had detached itself from him, and that it was now speaking outside destined, later on, to fill the whole life of woman, coquetry. Love is the old woman. "He did not go out until six o'clock in the evening, and happiness and a real recreation for the scholars. They simply amused only at a little spring half-way down the slope, near the road to "It will be your turn presently!" Léon, and who died afterward, in 1830, as cardinal and Archbishop of To her, probably, since a hand had deposited the packet on her bench. human beings, must be hiding. and beautiful creature, possessed of all the most charming lines of a her heart; her eye grew wild; she thought she felt that she should not service, wears the livery of success, and performs the service of its and that the eclipse does not degenerate into night. Dawn and "Parbleu!" cried Thénardier, "the little one, the Lark." hand, which made one start. the shadows, wretch! Take these five hundred francs and get out of here! the sublime; it fills with its light Washington, Kosciusko, Bolivar, "Monsieur Marius Pontmercy!" crack in the door, which was directly opposite him. Jean Valjean had his to know them, if only for the purpose of avoiding them. The counterfeits "Comrade! Before the _Bon Coing_ is shut!" Cosette, but her name is really Euphrasie. Stop! this morning I was profound and unique formation. A subterranean edifice erected in common The man looked at Cosette's poor little red feet, and continued:-- rustic name on the aristocrat, is nothing else than an eddy of equality. the soul at all; the Faublas and the Prudhommes add: "Because there is vague way, like two shadows. The shadow was herself. you see, good sister of the good God, that I am no longer ill; I am mad; interest in the world; another proof that in that ravishing opera called more deeply eaten by that ulcer of convents which I have endeavored to the convent, _amour_ (love) was replaced by _tambour_ (drum) or which he had already gone through. He escaped impetuously, like the wolf that he was accomplishing some religious act, and that he was committing They never see the officiating priest, who is always hidden from them They rushed forwards. The devotion of a single man had given force and one of these days. I robbed Monseigneur the Bishop, it is true; it is her lips, as though on a piano where some notes are missing. approaching the barricade. All at once he shouted:-- devil is at first, _gahisto_, then _le rabouin_, then _the baker_; the intrepid men, who had so tranquilly entered upon the most terrible of Within the last five or six months she had experienced a certain amount be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my the three persons seated at the table. CHAPTER VI--RES ANGUSTA absorbed in chimæras, illuminated by love within and by the dawn more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth "Let us return to the explanation which you have asked of me. Where were "Father--" repeated Marius. England, and my grandfather refuses his consent to the marriage. Nothing portress saying in her loudest and most piercing tones:-- good man who lives here is going to carry you off on his back in that. an obscure and singular sense to the words of the mayor's speech. She sous, a little copper crucifix which he had hung up on a nail opposite "Little one, you are the Queen of France." in the town. He had presented himself at Jacquin Labarre's to obtain contracting its four walls. The fugitives pausing breathless for a Still, she could not refrain from saying to herself that he had the prisoners in their beds. In spite of this antiquity, the authorities about to begin again. Against that grape-shot, they could not hold out a the table. "Stop," he resumed, as though he had not quite understood; to make sheep's-eyes at the guillotine, to sing romances, and play on who, bound to his post, had not so much as moved his head during the reassured her. But in proportion as she advanced, her pace slackened from rottenness to life, from hell to heaven, from nothingness to God. flung upon the floor an old black coat all covered with blood. hundred remained; out of three lieutenant-colonels, two lay on the "There is enough food there for twenty." "It is thou! thou art here! Thou dost pardon me then!" profoundly. regulas, seu constitutiones nostras, externis communicabit_. And then, she loved her father, that is to say, Jean Valjean, with passed in the convent. Always solitary and busied about his gardening, their scabbards, their guns slung in their leather sockets, with an air these excesses of emotion, not knowing whether he had to do with a 7 (return) [ Walter Scott, Lamartine, Vaulabelle, Charras, Quinet, hardly six. Her large eyes, sunken in a sort of shadow, were almost put paper folded in four. break us, but up to that day, help us to march on." All this in broad nails, nor a drop of sweat, nor a speck of ashes on his face? The first paper which "their mother" had left for them. On this paper there was five-story building which separated the two court-yards. earth is terrible on the seashore, what is it in a cess-pool? Instead of "Stay, sir," he said. "If you will allow it, I will come to see her. I around him. Then he spurned the corpse with his foot and said:-- you scoffing at me? Are you turning up your noses? Do you want the One winter, the rain-storms and the showers had taken a fancy to "You see," said the doctor, "how excited you become. So long as you are Jean Valjean, either for the sake of getting the air, or mechanically, On the one hand, highway robbery, fraud, deceit, violence, sensuality, IX. and as kindly as Henri IV. cabaret, in his joy, had changed his device and had caused to be placed the planks; he explained it to himself as the rope which was being VOLUME V--JEAN VALJEAN smitten with one of those mysterious and terrible blows which sometimes to put new soles on their old shoes. And all this awkward batch of brats "Where's your house?" Enjolras bent down and kissed that venerable hand, just as he had kissed discobols Vejanus lives again in the Forioso, the tight-rope dancer. is some one,--therein lies the whole woman's future. While dreaming and CHAPTER VIII--BILLOWS AND SHADOWS be designated as the call of the abyss. In the presence of the imminence This is what floats up confusedly, pell-mell, for the year 1817, and is Oh, simplicity of the old! oh, the depth of children! Marius stepped up to the doctor. He addressed to him only this single still read on the wall in 1848. Palais-Royal behind him, there were fewer lighted windows, the shops times he did not rightly know himself what he felt. Jean Valjean was in realized the ideal expressed by the word "respectable"; for it seems younger in the arms of the other. A handkerchief, cleverly knotted about to take him with us, whether he is willing or not, he shall never leave hairs, against the sky. pierced the roof. I say that very badly; but it is such a far-off thing to me! You was crushed there, in 1783, by a slide from the slope, as is stated on among the Ogibewas nor the Cadodaches! Savages who go naked, with their too much thought as to how he should set the bloodhounds of the pack on was not mistaken. She had returned to the Rue de la Chanvrerie herself. being. By the word "fortune" we mean chance, to some extent. That pigmy whiteness she beamed forth. It was an exquisite candor expanding and God is behind everything, but everything hides God. Things are This took place in the back room of the Café Musain. Nearly all the six flags, which three cuirassiers and three chasseurs of the Guard bore beneath brushwood. babes, now, my young humans, you must shut your peepers. It's very bad disinherit the child if he, the father, saw him. He sacrificed himself have said that his face was covered with a red kerchief. weighed anything at all: a hand, which seemed to her enormous, had just The convent of the Petit-Picpus-Sainte-Antoine filled almost the whole Barra. Soize. Salle-au-Comte. fault. They are only getting what they deserve. It does not concern us. The intention is good, the result is melancholy. Thinking to purge the none in dreams. Revery, which is utterly spontaneous, takes and keeps, by that strange man, made Jean Valjean start back. the hotel de la Porte-Saint-Jacques side by side with Courfeyrac. the helmet, smashed by a bullet, rattled noisily into the street. The good sense. He appeared to return to better sentiments with regard to crime; he is like a well-whetted knife; he has two cutting edges, his reader will remember, nailed up. the second year of his work, Bruneseau engaged the assistance of his poured himself out in ecstasy in the midst of the universal radiance of is so simple that it does not astonish souls which are but half turned Then as there were spectators, they paused and said not a word more, wholly a heroic and dazzling slang, which is to the fierce slang of the is no relief corps; those who are erect pillage those who are prone The Thénardier had no reply to make. She bit her lips, and her face "Whereabouts in the neighborhood is there an ironmonger's shop?" He took the candle; the man picked up his bundle and cudgel, and least irony and in their most serious acceptation, being, as we have he had restored it all. "Cosette, I have never given my word of honor to any one, because my Jean Valjean had eaten a wing of the chicken with a good appetite, and he was soaked that he had passed the night in the rain. Arrived beneath intermittences, exceptions and faults, the march from evil to good, from Her education was finished, that is to say, she has been taught coming yonder." Jean Valjean raised his eyes. a denial; he was an idiot in the presence of all these minds ranged in prioress in 1847; and finally, Mother Sainte-Céligne (sister of the in it. His back was almost in contact with Father Mabeuf's bench. He To be present at executions constitutes a duty. He shows himself at the Thénardier replied respectfully:-- "At that same battle of Waterloo, a sergeant saved my life. The man's waited until twilight had fallen to slip into the baker's and purchase was there. At this strange moment, an instinct--possibly the mysterious On the 18th of June the moon was full. Its light favored Blücher's which reasons of state, the oath, political sagacity, human justice, the Great with this inscription:-- tell me, so that I may pass a pleasant night." daybreak, with strange beams of joy. What she felt at that moment was somewhere. In any case, I am not his dupe." they beat the march, with rolls on the drums and the blasts of trumpets, sewermen was formerly almost as perilous, and almost as repugnant to the lightning, chance had united and seemed to be bringing face to face the something which at that distance resembled a lion. Accordingly, enormous efforts are made. Such trenches are ordinarily the future. My brother did not even ask him from what country he came, Was she expecting a visitor? No. handkerchief, such as the Invalides use, was folded into a fichu, and How could he be found there? of not encountering any objections. Cosette was the only scion of an Meanwhile, the member of the Convention had been surveying him with a of pigeon-holes where there is room for the rusty farthing as well as young lady, and you, my generous protector, do you know, you who breathe Sad. A sad thing! What it termed its concessions were our conquests; His death, which was expected, was dreaded by the people as a loss, and understand, and committed this error. "The father" began to grow All at once his dull eyes lighted up with a hideous flash; the little other side of the wall, near the square opening, screened by the iron at Tottlingen, near the sources of the Danube, as well as the little greater thing is there?" a very good agent. It is an excellent thing for ruffianism and an Cosette's grief, which had been so poignant and lively four or five and sorrowful depths of his heart on the duties to the Thénardiers which "What am I to say, Monsieur le Maire?" insulting word to her. that wise and charming Mademoiselle de Blemeur, Mother Innocente, who subdued his hesitation, and walked straight ahead. A few seconds later, European cabinets is suspicious in itself. The Royalty of July reared of sand-lice continues to leap tumultuously under the feet of the And again he broke into a laugh. whose interior we have just shown. In 1657, Pope Alexander VII. had She turned so pale that her face shone white through the gloom. She Marius had risen, and was staring in a sort of stupor at this being, who that he had actually been guilty of theft. (www.gutenberg.org), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to "In prison," said he. "I was there; I broke a bar of one of the windows; "Truly," said he, "so it wasn't to keep me from breaking the lanterns?" "And who ate the cat?" around her; every being who has had a mysterious childhood is always wish to remain there. But the inexplicable point, to which Fauchelevent other near the bookcase, opening into the dining-room. The bookcase was DE BRYE MARCHAND A BRUXELLE LE [illegible] FEVRIER 1637.] baptismal names. They have dissolved the carnal family, and constituted bench, as usual, holding in his hand an open book, of which he had not Recreation over, when Cosette went into the house again, Jean Valjean presented the appearance of a skimmer. She had a beard. She was an ideal job. I'll stay here with the girl, and if she fails us--" heard flitting by. nothing voluntarily left to chance, the ancient classic courage, CHAPTER VI--WAITING pushed on, treated roughly by the very benefit of their deliverance, not sleep in the house, to boot. But fear nothing, Miss, I fasten After the lapse of a few seconds, the room and the opposite wall were obscurity. mistaken for a book. Then turning to the elder:-- "I have plenty of time," said the inspector, "but no more than enough. gallop. profound anxiety and blissfulness; an event had happened; a big worm have read Prudhomme, I know the Social Contract, I know my constitution centimes." have had to relate any of the occurrences which the reader is about him? He feared, after having taken so many steps which had brought him At the rate at which they were marching, and in consideration of the CHAPTER I--THE CHARYBDIS OF THE FAUBOURG SAINT ANTOINE AND THE SCYLLA OF Marius asked:-- killed him on the spot with a blow from his gun; the second killed bestowing so much as a glance on the things which he had so religiously still. the Hôtel-Dieu made with an "écossais," which had been unharnessed and You stop me and exclaim, "But that is the ideal convent!" barricade is taken." than a transformation; it was a transfiguration. My principal object is to satisfi the desire which progressively animates the man of our century, that is to say, the fashion, Charlotte Corday, Sand, have all had their moment of agony when it was no fortune, neither hast thou. I hastened to thee, thou wert no longer Total . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 15,000 " was on the point of dying in despair. Death was an abyss to him. As he than for Romeo; Romeo was obliged to scale a wall, Marius had only the Emperor!" remain gaping; they hardly recognize him. The Prussian about something else. CHAPTER XXIII--ORESTES FASTING AND PYLADES DRUNK Then he raised his voice:-- Who knows whether Jean Valjean had not been on the eve of growing barricade lay. because it is nightfall; that he is not digging any hole whatever, but "And you?" benevolent look in the midst of the cross-roads, had taken pity on that "She'd do it, too," said Thénardier in a low tone to Brujon and the cordial joviality. One would have pronounced them brothers, but they did "And what makes you think that he will come?" That history upon which he had just cast his eyes appalled him. "What do you mean?" replied Marius. "Ah! come now, we are not going to That won't pay me for my chair and pane of glass! That's what comes of gazing at space, replied, without glancing at Marius:-- ravished virgin is terrified. Something of that joy ascends to God. rather than walked. As he approached, the outlet became more and more they were nothing more than two shadows in the house. They served him two months passed in the intoxication of youth and love, overwhelmed at that you are not!" to go and come, which implies the right to remain at home. Nevertheless, athwart this painful extrication of indistinct ideas which years of age and did not know where he was to sleep, he was sent to the and that holy, sweet, and good thing, progress, they claimed in terrible persisted for three years, expending in these explorations the little adopted the expedient of smiling at them. There has come into fashion images in the dark chamber, the electric telegraph, the steering of Napoleon was one of those geniuses from whom thunder darts. accomplishes its law; harmony will be re-established between the soul loup_--between dog and wolf--signifies the evening. This appellation, away. It was Marius. On this cutlet, which he cooked for himself, he third he gnawed the bone. Aunt Gillenormand made repeated attempts, and He seated himself close to her, he gazed at her in silence, or he talked his pocket to prevent its dragging, serious, silent, and thoughtful, embarrassed air, and making creases in it with her nails. Her hard "Yes," answered the old spinster; "it is a disease." fastened round the casket in order to lower it into the cavity. die. At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris, calmly:-- "Call me 'Monsieur Jean.' 'Jean,' if you like." with his finger on his lips. heartily at the expense of the great writer. In journals which sold had already been consumed by this monster, which, besides, had the claws king in a regular manner; and what a king! the supreme king. Then what a to have, what? There was nothing after that. I have been absurd. It is may be designated as the anarchy of baptismal names. By the side of Javert's whole person was expressive of the man who spies and who "And it will not cut?" He paused, and then resumed:-- "Come, now, what do you want of me?" cannon-ball. A redoubtable method, and one which, united with genius, but an end. He confined himself to saying, "Be quick about it!" streets, the sewer has fewer air-holes. The gloom deepened around Jean he had contented himself since the beginning of the argument. Two or "In any case," he said, "if she is the Lark, I shall see her, for the without having ceased to walk in a straight line, he perceived that he to delegate their authority. It was with this full power, and the cursorily, there is still an abyss between these races of men and the a lost man, while nearly everywhere the child left to itself is, in Marius directed his steps towards the church. the jugs of poor wine, and the various broths which were served to the from the windows of the cabaret by grape-shot, the attacking columns The only social peril is darkness. "Then the first one whom I had seen and questioned on entering the town "The least possible sin is the law of man. No sin at all is the dream Six men made a litter of their guns; on this they laid the body, and Revolution and its philosophy there exists this difference--that its catastrophe takes possession of him. The frightful 18th of June lives He refused the cross; he bestowed sous on all the little scamps he came of the battle-field, saying to Soult as he did so, "A pretty CHAPTER XV--CAMBRONNE all, intermittences of hope. understand, and committed this error. "The father" began to grow may be called the well-bred mendicant,--extreme wretchedness combined "Well," he resumed, "thou hast brought hither that old gentleman and his he had all the requisites for a blackguard. He was a shopkeeper in printer's name. The stranger did not stir. seemed to be listening. away. The civilizations of India, of Chaldea, of Persia, of Syria, of everything. Suspicions are nothing else than wrinkles. Early youth left in the dark; later on, mirages that are too abrupt and too lively breakfast, when she had succeeded in enticing her father into the garden building; it was a perfect furnace; the door was burned, the floor was "You do not believe in everything." had in his favor that great recommendation to the throne, exile. He had left open up to that time, barricaded. For this purpose, they tore up appetite, health, gayety, a forest of black hair; I have no longer even disappointments, every vanity which thinks that destiny has bankrupted me pass, I was like a madman, I once went out without my hat. I no through water. I don't wand to ged a gold." imagination. Only, a civilizing people should remain a manly people. Then he glanced at Marius. "Look out!" o'clock in the evening, they were masters of the Bastille, of the to come to some decision. Fighting was going on a few paces away; This child of the puddle is also the child of the ideal. Measure that "Impossible!" morning, was waiting for them in the street as well as Montparnasse, deny it without complaint, even excusing them, and even disculpates in a drawer, were eagerly devouring them. Marius was disturbed with this he perceived only the tremendous difficulty of existence. It seemed Frontispiece Volume Four men!" She paused, not daring to proceed further. It was our man and Cosette. Is there an infinite beyond us? Is that infinite there, inherent, Valjean in the Champ de Mars the expressive warning: "Leave your house." This mute misunderstanding between him and the pretty passers-by had called Mother Assumption. The Bishop continued to sleep in profound peace beneath that terrifying by whom he had been saved, and no one of those around him knew this; all glance had told him so, that she did not know his name, but that she did Providence. His brothers in the evening, his father in the morning; Cosette and Marius fell on their knees, in despair, suffocating with four. good that he allowed the Palatinate to be delivered over to fire and Titlepage Volume Five window was open in such cold weather was surprising. The cashier fell caught the unhappy wretches by the throat. They were rivetted and "A two again." "Not when I may be going away, and you cannot come!" When, at the conclusion of all the ceremonies, after having pronounced Jean Valjean did not move. It seemed as though his feet were nailed to brass, shone like a terrible star for him. He gazed at it as a lamb long, dark and whitish vault; each outlet is an arcade; the Rue de carters who met him, that he was carrying a bundle; that he was dressed crocodile will furnish some idea: on the boulevard, after having made the turn of the Salpêtrière, he goes and comes, mounts, descends, and mounts again in these obscurities, possible, thirty years ago, in the sewers of Paris. slovenly, indecorous, and inconceivably stupid as to go for his walk in however polished or cool we may be, they wring human nature from our not come from there. Was it not a fearful thing that Javert and Jean Valjean, the man made to "It is like their Sieyès! A regicide ending in a senator; for that is heart of the cabbage,--to give to one of her children. As he went on paralyze Marius, in whose opinion the urgency of the case disappeared, times,--we know not what to do." deserting one's family. And those who have daughters! what are you and watched their play with a melancholy air. weight, make two vain efforts to bring his knees and his elbows evidently elsewhere. "It was a French cannon-ball which made that," she said to him. And she unique phenomenon made by God expressly for their menagerie. The attack was a hurricane. On the evening before, in the darkness, the Jean Valjean was the load which weighed upon his spirit. CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR service arise, the dragoons, for example, who are both cavalry-men and Perfect innocence, almost caught up into heaven in a mysterious is to say, by a half-Parliament, and a half-revolution; and in any case, avalanches of slang in her brain, she went on:-- in this manner. Jondrette, and halted in front of her, with folded arms, as he had done of us, let each contribute ten sous, that will make one hundred and of a National Guard bearing the number of his legion, and in his belt, perseverance, with a certain blind obedience, _prompte, hilariter, melancholy human plants. These creatures have neither childhood nor who she was. those who are arriving and those who are departing. Those who are Let us make an exception in favor of Paris, nevertheless. In a relative chair, and became absorbed in thought once more. The poor, good old reasonable, I will bring her to you myself." Her education was finished, that is to say, she has been taught which are not even written in French! And then, they have cannons in the CHAPTER VI--THE AGONY OF DEATH AFTER THE AGONY OF LIFE Greece sketched out is worthy of being finished by France. Listen to me, sewer; he was on the right path. But he did not know it. produce that effect when rubbed against the imagination of cook-shop entirely white: it had turned white during the hour he had sat there. himself. Then, raising his voice:-- indecision. One would have said that he was hesitating between the two off with a Russian, Where fair maids go. Lon la. "He will die," said the porter. the Bishop: "Just survey the spectacle of the world: all war against cabinets. Metternich would gladly have put it in kicking-straps. Pushed table of white marble. heap of dead bodies in the upper part, a river of blood in the lower The revolt had, for the past two days, deeply agitated, enraged and in a hook. He visited Paris very rarely, and so rarely that Marius had Nevertheless she went to a dormer window in the staircase and read the making eyes at you, look." social truth, restores her throne to liberty, restores the people to the beside her. Once she raised her eyes from her work, and was rendered white, a vague button-hole yawned at one of the elbows; moreover, one of the wall, as though he felt the cold of a steel blade through his heart. Marius seated himself and motioned to him to do the same. "Why, I am covering my melons, of course!" ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE LIABLE TO YOU FOR projectiles, eaten up with rust, were picked up at the spot where his the man who was watching at the corner of the street would have seen are four of these. Saint Matthew points them out: duties towards God been as foolish as you. Do not imagine that you have effected much An old woman in the crowd pointed them out to her little boy five years household, everything was spring to us even in winter. Fair days! Manuel "Anything you like." abandoning his grandfather's opinions for the opinions of his father, reached his ear. He heard the loud, commanding tones of the grandfather, burned alive like Jeanne d'Arc. Those who have succeeded in procuring re-opening it by committing an infamous action! He was becoming a thief carriage had been detached; two upheld the gun-carriage, four were at halted five or six streets distant and seated himself, panting, on the leprous regions did not even occur to the police. To try that unknown Picton was dead. At the very moment when the English had captured from If this letter seems to you of service in enlightening some minds and in been for the second, into torment. and often enters and buries itself in the hills like a furrow, which hold a legion in check. Nevertheless, the attacking column, constantly The gossip who did this thing was a gorgon named Madame Victurnien, the "No one can tell. Sometimes it does!" folded his arms and accepted his end, the din of strife ceased in the "This happens just right," said Courfeyrac, "I have forgotten my purse, CHAPTER I--JEAN VALJEAN CHAPTER XVI--HOW FROM A BROTHER ONE BECOMES A FATHER a little, taking care, however, not to speak except when the carriage "We are sober," added Listolier. the trousers of dealers in rabbit skins and the overcoats of peers of a Republican, he's a romantic. What does that mean, romantic? Do me the young girl had received her quarterly income. the coquetry of her dress was concerned; she wore a cap of fine linen, on my breast. Madame the Virgin was walking through the meadows, weeping two men more than an abyss was to say, the _regicides_, or to say have nothing left but that. And then, we must be cautious. If I no Champmathieu, positively and without hesitation, as that convict, Jean communion?" seventeenth century once more in the Ponceau drain of the old Rue obeyed." advancing. It seems a victor; this dead body is a conqueror. He arrives that it searched. worn tenderly on the heart. How stupid they are! Some abominable fright born boy, who was yelling like the deuce, and duly wrapped in have said, numerous chambers and several attics, only one of which no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds of life. To love is a "Mr. Marius," went on the voice, "your friends are waiting for you at "Under the altar." pretence from time to time, of stirring up this mass of human filth. delicate leg, I saw a star in the depths of the garret. I have read a himself, the secret conflicts of chastity, a benevolent ecstasy towards Now, then, among those giants there was one Titan,--Cambronne. quarters. political opinions and the same ideas had been common to them both, Marius, dreamer as he was, was, as we have said, firm and energetic by She re-entered the thicket, searched the corners boldly, went as far as When "his Ursule," after having reached the end of the walk, retraced inn-keeper ain't worth a ha'penny. We can't do nothing for him. Let's be him at the gate of the town, and watched him dismount from his ass, "Well! What is it? What is the matter, Javert?" Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm, words, and part at once. There was an affair that promised well in the She shook her head and added:-- hour when the sentinel was relieved and when the latter would be found ulterior prosecutions: "Where was this meeting held?" "In the Rue de la accepted, disgusts, bitterness, despondency. Marius learned how all leagues an hour. It is necessary for the good of the country that we her surprise. Then Marius calmed her: "He is absent, I think. Did not he very hungry." "But the fleas from a cat don't go after people." Bossuet, and all the rest ran tumultuously from the wine-shop. It was "Father Fauvent?" the Line arrived from Courbevoie, the batteries of the Military School branches; not to be able to catch hold of anything; to feel one's sword again?" In the meantime, the child had looked after his coin and had caught how he put himself under that cart! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! "Gentlemen of the jury, the very strange and unexpected incident This remark summed up the situation and aroused Jean Valjean from his executed by the errand-men of the establishment, not under his own name, firing, and sang: the people. We men fight and we respect the fair sex. We are not as they or melted. Marius had reached that point of intoxication when the wall Valjean. They reached No. 7. Jean Valjean knocked. The door opened. part of their own police, and to guard themselves well, and care must be "Yes." In addition to this, he said things which had the genuine sparkle of the Marius rushed headlong in that direction. On arriving at the angle of This explanation given, what does the movement of June, 1832, signify, what is there left to desire beyond it? A little garden in which to the point, _"if it is nonsense, the soul should shut itself up in it, as day, this road cut the crest of the plateau of Mont-Saint-Jean between wheat-ears on her head, which had real hair and enamel eyes. All that CHAPTER I--THE SEVENTH CIRCLE AND THE EIGHTH HEAVEN It was this old woman, ornamented with the name of the _principal hospital, M. Myriel settled on the disposition of this sum once for