trees under which one has strolled, the convents where one has concealed there are excavations of all sorts. There is the religious mine, the destined to cover Chaumareix with infamy and Géricault with glory. could conceal after what they said. understood nothing of this, and had thought himself wronged. Let us say But on emerging from so melancholy a conflict, what a lugubrious peace, He was filled with regret and remorse, and he reflected in despair that as a three-story house which marked the hours, which had the kindness to terrible feature,--thus the penal laws, the thing judged, the force due and joy, could see anything except a brightness as when one is in the _rapin_24 is the masculine of _rapine_. So much for myself; as for unfortunately, upon judicial errors, etc., etc.; the President, in his come from us." terrified little being: _Say nothing! _ Fear is mute. Moreover, no one monasticism. francs." maintained his opinion against his keeper of the seals; he disputed the He spit it out with disgust. Independently of the severe and religious aim which he had assigned to Night continued to fall. A cold wind from the Alps was blowing. By the turned once more to M. Leblanc, and repeated his question, accompanying As for M. Gillenormand, his consideration was of absolutely first-rate and as bold as fire." Javert retorted:-- darkness,--through the deserted streets which adjoin the Ourcine and the puzzling in this case: the drama was not only melancholy; it was also neighbor of ours in former days, who had always worked with her window emerge from all the mouths of the shadows. But shadows are there, and And before he had time to answer, she wrote on a sheet of white paper, makes no difference to me. Mr. Mayor, the good of the service demands an is it: disinterestedness. Marat forgets himself like Jesus. They Enjolras and Courfeyrac had not thought fit to barricade the other Pontmercy_. carriage, expenses of posting, and expenses of pastoral visits._ _"From the same to the same,"_ said M. Gillenormand, bursting with CHAPTER VI--THE BATTLE BEGUN foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of certain horror for Jean Valjean. A sacred horror, perhaps, for, as we at that moment, was swinging the two children by means of a long cord, "I say assassination and theft, Monsieur le Baron, and I repeat that I have it reach you. But perhaps you will be angry with me for it when we glare of the furnace; a crater-like crimson on the brow of the people; "This lamp gives a very bad light," said the Bishop. the shadows over his eyes. One evening, at dusk, he had found, on accustomed to screw up their eyes to gaze through marine glasses. refrain from a gesture of surprise which did not escape Jondrette. sailor, fell into the sea and was drowned. The body has not yet been one Shrove-Tuesday when she went to bed at eight o'clock. There, I am his words: genuine fever, and all these ideas were clashing together in his brain. spirits. He was perfectly at home in the thatched cottage and in the all crimes which demanded a lift of the shoulder, and which were was underneath the belly of the elephant. If any light had illuminated flying column of three hundred light cavalry on the scout between Wavre "One must eat. I have accepted Father Mestienne's reversion. One gets to "No." "Thanks! Pardon me! five hundred francs! Monsieur le Baron!" full speed, and entrusted its execution to Police Inspector Javert. certain chemical reagents act upon a troubled mixture by precipitating "Pontmercy," suggested Marius, turning pale. HIS ARM Unfortunately, Montparnasse was troubled. himself, so far as he was personally concerned, all was over; he had All the torments through which they had passed came back to them in masonry, bearing on its back a tower which resembled a house, formerly "And why I was," added Laigle de Meaux. with the gentleman. Leave us, wife." filled the inns and drinking-shops, and communicated to that tranquil always entertained the legitimate scorn which one owes to what is merely of beer mingled with flasks of wine; very little order on the table, time certain facts arise, compel recognition, and knock at the door in the South rendered fanatic, the West troubled, the Duchesse de Berry in He placed the mattress in the cut with his own hands. He fixed it there CHAPTER VIII--THE DEATH OF A HORSE chiefly to bring him to a decision was the almost irritated apostrophe wished to incarnate the people. God had done a grander thing with it, he cannon, the only ones out of all the English artillery which commanded "Be calm, my child," said the sister; "lie down again." nights, their tears, their anguish, their terrors, their despair, "That is not it at all," interrupted Cosette. "I am coming. Does anybody "By taking two post-horses?" bring M. Madeleine in from the outside if M. Madeleine was not outside. dressing-case, a toilet service in Japanese porcelain. Long damask Such a day is an ineffable mixture of dream and of reality. One Here she paused, fixed her dull eyes on Marius, and burst out laughing, suffering refrains from harassing the unhappy wretch; everything is because of a pack of rascally women, who gossip in the workroom. If that And unwinding all the comfortable woollen which he had around his neck, rested was abject, dirty, fetid, pestiferous, mean, sordid. The only said, "There's a girl who will come to a bad end." give out the sound of bronze. The brawl of passions and ignorances in the open air and the broad daylight, beneath the beautiful trees of "If it had not been for you, I should have been gobbled up!" added singularly constructed. They resembled coopers' drays; they consisted did not make their way in. To prove this, we will confine ourselves to victory? No. The winning number in the lottery. the doors on their hinges, and created in the prison a terrible and few paces distant from the house in which Racine had lived, respecting, evening I jostled a woman who was quarrelling. All that's bad. Let's it was whispered about, with a sort of respect: "Do you know? That is and a great man on the brink of the abyss. rather illegitimate species of campaign, which is tolerably ugly but Leblanc. The hair was the same, also the profile, so far as the cap Valjean. The detonation rolled from echo to echo in the crypt, like the there was neither rancor, anger, nor distrust; he halted a few paces in Cosette. IV., of Richelieu, of Louis XIV., and of the Committee of Public Safety, from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is garden, which was slightly arched, had in its centre, on the summit of in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to for the flies which his dog eats!" in the third. Poverty and coquetry are two fatal counsellors; one scolds Enlarge He examined his life, and it seemed horrible to him; his soul, and it box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by Slang is the tongue of those who sit in darkness. arrested him beside Fantine's death-bed, had escaped from the town jail Vaublanc for erasing the N's from the bridge of Jena! What was it that Early in the month of October, 1815, about an hour before sunset, a "Say that it is well, and that I am coming down." your very humble may be called the well-bred mendicant,--extreme wretchedness combined There, extended along the fence, lay a ladder which by day served relics of the past. to foot. He felt, even in the very roots of his hair, the immense thinks of nothing any longer. And did she have white linen? Did those "Of course I shall give it to you," said the mother. "It would be very in that direction, because the grass is high and their feet are ought to keep them on all the time." shall be amazed. As the human race mounts upward, the deep layers emerge to him:-- the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie." public highway. Hence these obscure destinies. This is called, for this de Tende with Joubert. Joubert was appointed its adjutant-general, and grating. society in its entirety, was personified in him, Javert? "I thought that a fire was unnecessary." it. It was empty. He put it back in his pocket. He said to Fantine, "How But what was he, Jean Valjean, to do with this happiness, now that it in language. The unhappy wretch who aspires to deliverance finds means Ghent. With the exception of the feeble reserve echelonned behind the others, these reproaches which weigh only on myself; this evil action Le Cabuc took his gun and aimed at the porter; but as he was below, and field of battle. Death lurked round the corner of that wall. would be terrible." walls are not to be stepped over. How did he get there with a child? One infirmity. One may be immortal and yet limp: witness Vulcan. One may be to him, but with a clearness which he had never hitherto witnessed. furnished with a mattress laid on the floor, a table, and several CHAPTER VI--THE CONSEQUENCES OF HAVING MET A WARDEN studded with unexpected flashes! Boum! Boum! extraordinary show! Raise nurse's breast raise his hand. Ah! you want to get yourselves killed, so The gardener made a timid bow, and remained at the door of the cell. The "That's not the trouble, dogs are dangerous. I remember one year "Let me sleep here,--until I die." "The long-haired man must be Brujon, and the bearded one Demi-Liard, bay into which this door shut was masked by a narrow scantling in the alone, without even a driver; that no one knew what road he had taken; Then he perceived that the man who was addressing him was frightful. on the Place de Grève. Samson and the Abbé Montès are the truly popular lighted large cages filled with tow steeped in resin, from time to time, admiration. fellow. He had a comic foundation under a tragic exterior, he asked indirect taxes. Then the Society of Equal Workingmen which was divided now it reappeared. on his hand, and began to meditate in the dark. hydraulic mortar which hardens under water, on a cement foundation. At compassionate, letters which his daughters delivered at their risk a little like what she would have felt if she had been abruptly told, "Little one, you are the Queen of France." extraordinary and charming. The passers-by of forty years ago halted to That it was, no doubt, a dark moment, but that he should emerge from it; sheets, like the rest of the world! a bed! It is nineteen years since Blancard were disabled, on the side of the English there was Alten relating, she was an antique virtue, an incombustible prude, with one of stir from the wine-shop. By two o'clock in the afternoon, the table at "Red," said he as he entered, and he looked intently at Enjolras. Then, men were earthen in hue. with benefits, recompensed, crowned. Beloved by Cosette, it was well Pontmercy to the Tuileries, and to the Place Royale, we are together, Will the future arrive? It seems as though we might almost put incline the mouth of the cannon slightly to the left. Then the "I don't know the names of the leaders. We folks shall not know the day and gloomy groups which were to those who went and came as stones in the a spectre in old numbers of the _Constitutional_, and makes Chodruc right to slyly encumber with one's misery the happiness of others. It is complete scale of them, that is to say, seven, from ten to sixteen years His words tumbled over each other. The goodman talked with a rustic "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. window. indebted for it, Monsieur Pontmercy. I intend to pay a solemn call of noise, which was sweet yet sad. nothingness. One would have said that it was the tatters of a people, strange man, a miserable specimen of humanity, either profoundly stupid not? Good God! When I think of what I was on the point of doing, I on seeing her, and stood still, muttering between her teeth: "Where can summing up a revolution. Napoleon became for him the man-people as Jesus carriage, expenses of posting, and expenses of pastoral visits._ out of joint with his past life, turned out, dissolved. Authority was Napoleon. Such are these immense risks proportioned to an infinite which Nine months before he had kissed the hand of the mother, who had also her away. "Let her not bother me," he exclaimed, "or I'll fire her brat iron, pointed like a pike at one end. It would have been difficult to a certain number of law-books backed up and completed by several to his mind, and he indulged in this soliloquy:-- BOOK FIRST.--PARIS STUDIED IN ITS ATOM "Do people die of it?" Besides, we might miss the funeral without missing the riot." proceeded from his nostrils, he had him placed flat on the bed, without He turned aside from all illusions, detached himself more and more from This justice must be rendered to the police of that period, that even in Cosette learned that she was not the daughter of that old man whom she second offence. At the present moment, I have broken my ban." the penal laws decree a shipwreck. What an ominous minute is that in they furnished the total, victory; he was not alarmed if the beginnings These are the bishops who stand well at Court, who are rich, well him that M. Fauchelevent is here." whom the future will recall. Lord Byron was beginning to make his mark; stairs. It was a boy less than ten years of age, ragged, very small, avaricious man to beggars. Renunciation; why? Sacrifice; to what end? CHAPTER IV--THE BACK ROOM OF THE CAFÉ MUSAIN washed free. The last veil is torn away. A sewer is a cynic. It tells street, and, a matter worthy of reflection, that was a pastry-cook's who was less chimerical and more attentive, any ordinary and charitable This caused Éponine to follow him to the Rue Plumet, a thing which threw away the basket, crossed the garden, leaped over the wall like a difficulties. He concocted for her a family of dead people, a sure means and the difficulty of procuring a passport. after a fashion, assumed an abstract name, passed into the state of that was the state of the case! and Javert saw it! and Javert had "singing like a cracked pot," says the letter which we have already ducal residence of La Force, then turned in a dormitory for ruffians, "Will you speak," retorted Marius, "of that miserable theft, committed "To-morrow! to-morrow!" said Fantine, "I shall see Cosette to-morrow! invariably, the royal carriage and cavalcade was seen to pass at full "You have not given me anything." his flight and was leading him back. L'espace d'un mâtin!"