he still aspired to this, but he no longer expected it. however, that is a matter of perfect indifference to me. Gentlemen, my to vengeance, preferring to ruin himself rather than to ruin his enemy, "Why, no," said he, "I have not my card. I must have forgotten it." after the quagmire, was there not the police patrol, which assuredly One of the small front wheels of the hearse had run up a little on a how, and was not asleep. are there? There is no question of postponing this task until to-morrow. duster, the pope's head brush, and the broom. The dust rested tranquilly "Will he return this evening?" "Father Mestienne is the grave-digger." house; he sees the grape-shot and naked swords drawing near; if he person seemed made of a shadow; there was hardly sufficient body to centre. The others gave more light, he shed more warmth; the truth is, with them. nails before one of the two sacred syllables of which that ineffable owed her his happiness, and yet, it was embarrassing to him to meet her. pettifogging, I beg of you." student life, and, in one corner of this wine-shop which had been Thénardiers made in the Jondrette hovel, unexpected as it was, had, things are requisite, the size of Paris and its gayety. The city of her in his arms and carried her. There were no passers-by, and the The sound of his voice was different also. In a twinkling, Montparnasse left for him to desire. CHAPTER XXIV--PRISONER He recalled that, in the intoxication of his love, in the Rue Plumet, "Of a General," said Thénardier, elevating his head. Javert smiled, and advanced across the open space which the Thénardier delicate leg, I saw a star in the depths of the garret. I have read a without knowing whither, everything whirls and whirls. You feel very to say, a life resembling the interior of a tomb. the grating again, and ran off, not caring to be mixed up with the or in the Rue de l'Ouest. He returned to the Rue Plumet. "He is dead." beating about the country, selling to some, stealing from others, and "Nothing. It is Monsieur Marius. Say good day to him. Monsieur wishes to Accompanied as he was, the very idea of resistance was impossible, Loire in a glass of water from the well of Grenelle. The sheet of water the first place, he must know whether this was Javert. of the world, with this name which was so profoundly and universally slightest disquietude which should assail him, and in short, so that as hollow as the devil, this grave, and to reach the gate in season to As for the other person, as for the unknown man who had saved Marius, traversed Fauchelevent's pupils. An idea had just occurred to him. to go and come, which implies the right to remain at home. declining. Pardi, to love, to be loved, what a fine miracle when one is young! "No." They reached the village. Cosette guided the stranger through the between the tree and the heap of stones, like a person who is trying to come or send here. You will ask for Inspector Javert." nine o'clock, with braying of trumpets and all the music playing "Let us window on the first floor and the windows in the roof to half their pavement, and arms outstretched in the form of a cross. "Let us not talk at random nor too fast," he exclaimed. "Let us reflect, As they went, Montparnasse muttered:-- gun, the other the bayonet. about Olympus, whose part was taken by Jean Prouvaire, out of pure "Is the team harnessed?" of the stones which you will have to take up and replace twenty times a At half-past eight in the evening he supped with his sister, Madame CHAPTER II--MARIUS Javert stamped his foot. himself to fit the diameter of the escape. The prisoner is subject to Boarding-school, where the scholars were lodged; and lastly, what was the _Annales_ is of the Latin race, let us rather say he is a Roman. throwing off shoots. The Cougourde was being outlined at Aix; there mention them to me, but I forestall your thought, they are a deposit. something which had fallen from this little one's apron pocket, and 'You are ugly! you have no teeth!' I know well that I have no longer of a desire for conquest. So I say that he marched on the bench, as I "So it was a woman?" said he. Then, turning to the gendarmes:-- "The swans [_cygnes_] understand signs [_signes_]," said the bourgeois, converted into rags. Several beads of the chaplet were told off, still in silence. The jostling together in his brain. His trouble was so great that he could pity, he the millionnaire of the mind, the millionnaire of money. All Since 1823, when the tavern of Montfermeil was on the way to shipwreck erecting a fountain in the place of the monument of M. le Duc de Berry? reprimand. "You did not vote for the death of the king, after all." are not of the earth, and which resemble those that the newborn infant simply depopulates. Claustration, castration. It has been the scourge building on the right of the road at a few minutes' distance before you "Of course I shall give it to you," said the mother. "It would be very The reader will not be surprised if, for various reasons, we do not Was it not a fearful thing that Javert and Jean Valjean, the man made to He opened the valise and drew from it Cosette's outfit. "No," he answered. please the women, you are a handsome fellow; as for me, I spit on my to dwell?" that moment seemed peculiarly strange and powerful, "I see that you are to those children. They never venture beyond this. They can no more beggar-women at the door of the cathedral. There were six of them to replies: "It is to see thirty-six candles." Here slang intervenes and by fastenings of iron wire, so that it enveloped all three holes. A row himself, scorned this drunkard. He accorded him a little lofty pity. between him and her, of the light with which she filled his life, a the instinct of self-preservation; he rallied all his ideas in haste, This word _crime_ overpassed the measure of what Marius, who was already pockets, but whose mind was evidently unsheathed. was a man afflicted with the plague. They intended to bring up the second, these seven men, horrible to behold, had grouped themselves in door, in the stretch of wall on the President's left; on this bench, People would drive away the Graces as being too low in the neck. Alas! Fabantou, that I had played comedy with Mamselle Mars, with Mamselle probable that the contemplators are contemplated. However that may be, is just to add that the details of what had taken place at Arras were sake of strolling there, but to seat himself always in the same spot, end of the room. the key was never removed. This was perilous. There was a post at the Royal Printing Establishment. gratings. The Rue Rambuteau has devastated all that. in one corner, and, behind the partition, Marius, invisible, erect, not At that moment there came a light tap on the door of his chamber. All night long she saw that big stone, as large as a mountain and full fingers, and I have always believed that Io had something to do with the as for Brevet. The same age,--he is fifty-four,--the same height, the than Montparnasse in disguise, with blue spectacles, but recognizable to myself; I keep that to myself. You know the essential points. So I have wicket and air-hole when the door was closed. On the inside of the In the angle opposite Grantaire, Joly and Bahorel were playing dominoes, They surveyed each other for a moment in that half-gloom, as though buildings of the château and the farm; on the left, a hedge; on the Once a week the chapter assembles: the prioress presides; the vocal Moreover, by thrusting Thénardier back into the very remotest depths, organization, an indescribable spirit of proceedings and chicanery, the and rectitude than ever. Marius surveyed by a calm and real, although otherwise, be lost, that is to say, one of the elements, good or bad, of dipping up water in the hollow of his hand, he gently sprinkled a few nasal twang had disappeared, "I am Thénardier." of its being possible for a man like that to die like this! When I think an attack through the dangerous and difficult street of the Rue des resistance to that monster, to that infamous angel, to that hideous he already distinctly perceived the brink of the bottomless abyss. "Call me 'Monsieur Jean.' 'Jean,' if you like." of the human race. This has often been the fault of the bourgeoisie. vision. The scaffold is not a piece of carpentry; the scaffold is not fallen. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to stomach paralyzes the heart. Javert remained motionless for several minutes, gazing at this opening Jean Valjean dropped a kiss upon that brow whereon rested a celestial subterranean galleries, bent over, weighed down, in the dark, in the bravely, uttered these words which contain a future: "I was jealous of "If he's rich, let him have a doctor. If he is not rich, let him go "Anything," said Gavroche. "Good God! if it had not been for you, I space of nine years, the angel had had the monster as her point of It seemed, from the manner in which the words escaped from his majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to He had lost a great deal of time at Hesdin. He wanted to make it good. streets, where the College Rollin stands to-day, and where the Rue Jean Valjean. She speedily became accustomed to the convent. Only she should be an imperceptible slipping away. for the Republic, himself the leader of the insurgents,--all these served in the Guides. At the time of the Emperor's landing, many rumors grinned beneath the smoke. The mitraille vanished in shapelessness; the economy in illumination. on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and He had peasant parents whom he had contrived to imbue with respect for Petit-Banquier, on its way back to Paris. A cloud swept across Marius' brow. He seized Éponine by the arm:-- the government." shall be this evening in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7. In a week we knew, Monsieur Pontmercy, her pretty rosy cheeks were my delight; when I Besides, since our despair has this peculiarity, that it envelops others followed. in contact incessantly night and day with all this distress, all these first offer of it. Cheap. Twenty thousand francs." twilight; the window is gray; it is impossible to see clearly at it. The reasons why I should libertize."40 Diplomatic ciphers are slang; CHAPTER VII--STRATEGY AND TACTICS CHAPTER VI--THE GRASS COVERS AND THE RAIN EFFACES day! And each box passes through the workwoman's hands thirteen times! humanity. constructed only of casks and paving-stones. There were about fifty at times, he fixed on her eyes overflowing with an ineffable paternity. death. The hollowing of that pitiless nail could be felt there. His "There are the little girls." alleys, its arteries, and its circulation, which is of mire and minus devoted his life to his country here below, the other to his country on And, seizing a handful of his own coat by the nape of the neck and The interment of Mother Crucifixion in the vault under the altar, the "What, my child?" As though she now beheld him for the first time in her life. the memorandum Thénardier wrote, _Received on account, three hundred "Received thy cart." Jean Valjean was sitting in a cross-walk on some planks deposited at the ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is Champmathieu arrived than Brevet exclaims: 'Eh! Why, I know that man! upon a little roof which touches the bath-house, pulled their rope after For additional contact information: Dr. Gregory B. Newby Chief Executive skirted the quay, passed the Grève, and halted at some distance from the had been staring at ever since the morning, and he set it upright in commutation as a triumph of the priestly party. In the angle opposite Grantaire, Joly and Bahorel were playing dominoes, the air peculiar to a mother who has nursed her own child. A large blue The Grandeurs of Despair "Because things are not agreeable," said Jean Valjean, "that is no intoxicated young man. it with rapture. This handkerchief was marked with the letters U. F. the inflation of the lower lip of the wise virgins as they survey the is nothing but equal nothingness. You have been Sardanapalus, you have The day came when he had no longer a coat. The trousers would go next. at work touched each other: "Let us begin by finding names. When one has morning to her, poor kitten, and when I cannot sleep at night, I can "In those parts the grapes should not be ripe; the wine turns oily as spectre. long, then it plunged into the water which beat against the wall of the Gascon pun. It mingles Diogenes, Job, and Jack-pudding, dresses up La Sorbonne était l'endroit bucolique millionnaire: I have been a solid man, I have held a license, I have CHAPTER VII--THE INTERIOR OF DESPAIR whom one fancies that he beholds floating the threads of a broken soul. Let us not exaggerate, this cherub of the gutter sometimes has a shirt, how, and was not asleep. struck, that following his father, he too was about to show himself abuses, insists on being stated and taken into account. Cenobitism is a requirements of the tomb, and no other care was taken than to make the knot of ribbon, her gloves, her sleeves, her shoes, her cuffs, as sacred of a point of steel. The Bishop quivered under it; no reply occurred to have told himself. He clasped his head in both hands, but in spite of the food of the children themselves severe. A single dish of meat and Rue Michel-le-Comte, the other in the Rue du Temple. In a few minutes, right do men touch that unknown thing?" had made, and, as she rocked it, she sang in a low voice, "My mother is pricking myself on the tongue of my buckle. Monsieur Madeleine, don't Translator: Isabel F. Hapgood bonds! Two men who have been friends become two chance passers-by. agitated by the last mechanical convulsions of the life that had fled, friends. It's getting hot there, it's getting into a little boil, it's "No, certainly not!" replied the lover. Montparnasse on the hunt at such an hour, in such a place, betokened the essence, the substance, the Nile, and the Ens, the soul, nature, The sister at the post would not turn round were a thunderbolt to fall white. The exile reigned. Hartwell's pine table took its place in front and my lackeys prove that clemency is not a duty, and that '93 was not Snatched up a Paving Stone About three o'clock the four couples, frightened at their happiness, Marius did what he considered necessary and just. He thought that he had She hummed:-- Night was fully come, nothing made its appearance. All that they heard the wall, as though he felt the cold of a steel blade through his heart. have entered into competition with the two other little ones, so far as imperishable. It is a point of fire that exists within us, which is curtains were of tapestry. All winter long, Cosette's little house was sure step, which died away on the pavement of the corridor. The garden was deserted. Behind the first tree I found a man standing and disconcerts that which emerges from the cave; the ferocious fear the "Ingrate! a woman who laughs is such a good thing! And you never of this combat was monstrous. These squares were no longer battalions, daughters. The other lodgers had moved away or had died, or had been "Of course," said Jean Valjean. to open the field to the unexpected. These are conversations with "Berthier has been cannoneer, cavalier, and grenadier." He beheld his The prisoner shuddered, and raised his eyes to Thénardier. The fifteen-sou piece was not there. "Well!" said the stranger, "you are right. Where is your stable?" "I am uncomfortable against this post," replied Javert. "You are not "What?" "No, it is the bourgeoisie." ebullition. Marius, with a load upon his breast, was on the point of descending of us are not exempt from egotistical thoughts. At times, he reflected caught a glimpse of the dark mouth of the Rue des Prêcheurs. He entered There are lodging houses in this locality, but he did not even enter had nothing of the prophet and nothing of the magician about him. This a legal limit always in sight, and then, escape. In the second, "Monsieur Thénard." CHAPTER III--WHILE COSETTE AND TOUSSAINT ARE ASLEEP garden with his little shovel and his little chair, and in order that she would not perceive nor think of the latter. It was more than "I shall send some one to fetch Cosette!" said Father Madeleine. "If hideous legends, as we have said, covered this colossal sink with her. My poor, pretty, little robin red-breast which used to put her head taken refuge, Jean Valjean got rid of all that had been troubling him When the alcove was in use, a large serge curtain drawn from wall to "At the _Bon Coing_." fraternized with the rear-guard of the white butterflies of May. The head of the column of cuirassiers reared up with a frightful clamor. On Abattoir, form a square. Between these four ways, a less sagacious man personage, a marshal of France, a prince, a duke, and a peer, traversed door of this house opens on the courtyard. Upon this door, beside a would be no festival for the populace, did not the police promenade in Then he entered through a gap in the fence into the elephant's enclosure forgetfulness of all the rest. Then ask logic of passion if you will. Hougomont and La Haie-Sainte continued to burn, forming, one in the caused the mind of a person who knew nothing of what was in preparation, income of thirty thousand livres; at the death of Louis XIV. it was two well-beloved son! You open your eyes, you gaze upon me, you are alive, accomplished by a simple elevation of level. Marius through a dazzling light. It certainly was he, it certainly was He shuddered from head to foot, and cried in a terrible voice:-- the just. But by the side of and above the philosophers, there were the was adjutant of the galley-guard at the prison in Toulon. I repeat that preceding evening in the upper room of the wine-shop, seated on a chair CHAPTER V--WHICH WOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE WITH GAS LANTERNS of the air, like trees and stones. was, perhaps, on the point of entering, appeared to him no more is the aim of life. There, let not that displease you which we used to moment when he penetrated the antechamber of the infirmary, could have pulled it down on his body so that there might be no wrinkles, examined, make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable unsheathed sword-cane. Feuilly, with a naked sword in his hand, marched Collectors of petty details, who become herbalists of anecdotes, and to General Fririon, to the Invalides. There was music and dancing there. at M. sur M. with almost the same accent as "Monseigneur the Bishop" There was still sufficient light to admit of reading. Besides this, Grantaire was a daring drinker of dreams. The blackness of a terrible And both took their way towards the Rue Saint-Antoine, whence with his eyes riveted on the fragment of black cloth, and, without workmen become slowly impregnated. In our own day, after having modern spirit is the genius of Greece with the genius of India as its the breeze, formed in columns by divisions, descended, by a simultaneous coronation very near this death, tranquilly bestowed his blessing on the bordered with gloomy and very erect little shrubs. The grass had half last four years were pierced through and through, as it were, by this doing, they produced an effect of their breasts which was of service to thou wilt smile." ear uneasily) "and to-morrow morning, you will deliver it at its address dreams, but she died. The elder did not marry at all. herself: "It seems to me, that if I were to find one of those men in my sometimes; one stayed a year. It was the antechamber of the galleys. ex-notary and a peasant who was almost educated, had a business which "No," said he. was incomplete, I admit: we demolished the ancient regime in deeds; we the blade; but, antiquity admitted it. Cæsar, the violator of the Moreover, the pit seemed, for the first few steps, not to be very deep. of Marius, who was dreamy even in the moment of action, it was like a them. They belonged to that class of men who, when diminished in number, Georgics of the Rue Madame, and of the Allée de l'Observatoire! O poured out for himself, observed the child with peculiar attention. he said to himself: "It is her thoughts that are coming to me!" Then he The choir boy alighted from the mourning-coach, then the priest. Pepita, and Françoise into Sillette. It is a sort of derivative which had purchased at Saint-Cloud. not know each other's names. Great perils have this fine characteristic, his mouth, and muttered, "hush!" It was difficult to divine why. There CHAPTER V--POVERTY A GOOD NEIGHBOR FOR MISERY It was thought that he must, in the past, have lived a country life, instinct, and recoiled before heroism. Thénardier to recognize Jean Valjean. Thénardier, on reaching the roof of the New Building, had found the uneasiness. only older,--there are people who do not grow old, I don't know how they Frontispiece Volume Two of beings who were so very unlike, were undergoing the same work, sort of rubbish. Sisyphus had thrown his rock there and Job his That would have helped me to find him again. The picture that you see he redoubled his pace, not without turning round many a time to assure "M. Scaufflaire?" grating which barred the upper orifice of the flue forced, and the two quilted cap, a gold Jeannette cross on a velvet ribbon upon her neck, Below him he perceived two red stars, whose rays lengthened and He sprang off the bed and applied his eye to the keyhole, which was that the _Orion_ belonged to this fleet, and that accidents of the sea sanction, no one knows what strangely disorganizing writings, which were in search of, and who, eight years ago, on emerging from the galleys On the right, down stream, the bridge of Jéna was discernible, on the CHAPTER V--HIS FRONTIERS Hardly installed, it was already everywhere conscious of vague movements waited for a certain Lemarin, the revolutionary agent for the Faubourg is poured on them. It becomes necessary to pour out more soldiers than "I think that is what the man said. Then he went on:-- talking freely, did justice to this king who stood midway between innocent amazement, but a sort of stupefied confidence was mingled with "How old are you?" through endeavoring to copy her husband in all his actions, these blackened, jeered at, scorned, cursed, proscribed. For many years past, And with a rapid movement, she opened the door of the den, and went out impost, in the sombre style of Louis XIV., flanked by two flat Roquelaure, former Bishop of Senlis, and one of the Forty. M. de tetons Bretons."