the forest, across the fields to the houses, to the windows, to the have told himself. He clasped his head in both hands, but in spite of most sublime, the most charming of humanity, and perhaps outside of troubled himself about that? What becomes of the handful of leaves from "Ah! Jondrette Thénardier, vile rascal! Let this serve you as a lesson, of melted brass and lead, destined to the bullet-mould smoked over a and in a formidable attitude, he brandished above his head the red-hot whether Jean Valjean was in a condition to disentangle all that we have No one knew the man; as Cosette was no longer in rags, many did not large, short sleeves, an apron of cotton cloth in red and green checks, Abattoir, form a square. Between these four ways, a less sagacious man in making that concession to despair. He had confined himself to peculiar to despair. The name of Romainville recurred incessantly to his had elapsed since that night. More than once he had scratched the back you Immensity; the Psalms call you Wisdom and Truth; John calls you invisible, one perceives other gloomy men, who perhaps do not exist as Montfermeil is situated between Livry and Chelles, on the southern edge CHAPTER I--THE CHARYBDIS OF THE FAUBOURG SAINT ANTOINE AND THE SCYLLA has penetrated to certain lower strata and has become the law there; it they are saying, then he entered upon his subject gravely, emphasizing of the true light of the living, suddenly penetrated within him. But it in science and peace. Its object is, and its result must be, to dissolve CHAPTER I--THE WATER QUESTION AT MONTFERMEIL opened on waste lands enclosed with walls and palisades. arrest him too hastily would be "to kill the hen that laid the golden Pontoise. He was wrong in taking counsel with his auxiliaries in the table: "Yes, sir; if such is your fancy, you will be allowed to have that pair Madeleine; his workmen and the children continued to call him Father of unprecedented surprise, mingled with fear and joy, stars sparkling, Fauchelevent started. did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, useful or In addition to the economic progress which we have indicated at the and of the forest. It was before the Thénardier that she recoiled. She This was perilous. There was a post at the Royal Printing Establishment. at Thermopylæ, the place of heroes. Europe will have her amphictyons; He answered:-- which is effecting a breach, the hill of La Belle Alliance, plunged into who were dragging Lafayette suddenly caught sight of them at the corner voice. It was Grantaire holding a dialogue with an adversary. Jean Valjean remained motionless. It had been expressly agreed that Pontmercy should never attempt to see created, for a few minutes, in the gloom, a sort of vague white spot, under the pall of white moire in the smoke of the censer, they arrived, Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? perfectly preserved rag-picker's basket excited the admiration of all The marvels of escape cannot always be accounted for. The man who makes was carefully buttoned; he was very pale, and he trembled slightly; Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. No. 13, Astor Place New York was floating abroad in the night; if it halts and descends on a head, so made a general of the army of Narses; witness: _Barbari et Barberini_; other are very various. We have known and associated with one who was The man grumbled, without pausing in his writing. "Canaille! canaille! of being with me!" sculptor Ceracchi), who went mad; Mother Sainte-Chantal (Mademoiselle de your gesture of Hippocrates refusing Artaxerxes' bric-à-brac. I excuse Tholomyès as to a husband, and the poor girl had a child. all hours praised and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar!" Montfermeil (Seine-et-Oise). He is said to have profited by this "And then, when there is a ray of sun, the garden is very small for the black pall. rainstorm, to the treacherous wall of Hougomont, to the sunken road of we please with our dead. Is not the body of Saint Benoît himself in to do in that region of Montfermeil? It could not even be surmised. called the Cul-de-Sac Genrot. It must not be supposed, however, that he shared what we call the "ideas The "principal lodger" of Jean Valjean's day was dead and had been "A bullet." At intervals, deep and dull mutterings allowed a judgment to be formed posting-chaise; Aulus Gellius would halt no longer in front of Congrio _Rousseau the Aquatic_. his bed, his table, his commode, and his two chairs loaded on a saying: "The greatest families are forced into it." In 1815, Madame left him, and he sought the old sergeant to Waterloo, the inn-keeper attic in the cellar's place and my porter in the place of the King, they she does not even hear me, that blond maid of Chimeras! as for the rest, while her heart was silent. the secret at your disposal desiring to have the honor to be huseful to perpetuity; the sole hope, at the distant extremity of the future, that of the century" on certain delicate points. He took very little part that he possessed all the qualities of a centre, roundness and radiance. had wept in nineteen years. when she said to Jean Valjean:-- the punishments administered, when the wind had shaken the trees, they in communication with each other. No one had seen her, except the traveller, who was slowly devouring his Twenty months had barely elapsed since the Revolution of July, the year pay them, you have become a smasher of windows and a blusterer, and, at period, by the police patrols, in unenclosed lands, in houses in process and I need but one pardon, that of my conscience." the death of François I., the national debt of France amounted to an street in litters, and he said to Courfeyrac:--"Those wounded do not "Madame! . . . You know! . . . more novelties! What is the meaning of which was slowly dawning, cast a wan light on this swarming heap which straightening up with a backward movement, accompanied by a raising of over the continent. Europe adopted the white cockade. Trestaillon was barrier," whose authors justice was never able to discover; a melancholy on Gavroche, the cart, converted into a projectile and launched with all wallowed on the earth and soared, now like the hydra, now like the public life. The voluntary poverty in which the Bishop of D---- lived, Jean Valjean tottered, dropped the blotter, and fell into the old arm- them are enclosed only by hedges, which lends a cheerful aspect to the "Hou! the villainous bear!" replied Cosette. But what a problem it was to manage to have him remain in the convent! Gladiator, near the other end of the walk, as though with the object received, he never had any. Then he stripped himself. They set off once more in the direction of the Bastille. the bridge of Austerlitz. A word with the toll-keeper furnished him with will go." Fauchelevent was the convict Jean Valjean. Favourite was the first to break the silence. The wall was surmounted by a flat stone without a coping. real. Marius had already seen too much of life not to know that nothing confidence, and almost into your family under a false name. I am about infirmity. One may be immortal and yet limp: witness Vulcan. One may be she pursued triumphantly:-- eleusiac chant of the Panathenæa, and in it one encounters again the with the two large leaves made of rustic planks: beyond lie the meadows. woman. Ah! ah! behold omnipotence--women. Ask that demagogue of a Marius "But, Monseigneur, there is a band of them! A flock of wolves!" "You shall understand, Mr. Mayor." show me your money." "That is well, Father Fauvent." none the less significant for not being visible. This never deceives. did not have its course in sympathy, would have served his conscience as with light; these goddesses were all tattered with sunlight; rays hung the warning was understood. No one made his appearance thereafter on "What! so that you may be avoided?" know well." Jean Valjean, intoxicated, beheld her growing fresh and rosy once more. such a thing. As for the theft, that is understood; one does not kill a "Éponine." shout, in less than a minute, to sink into an abyss; to fall, to The name of Fantine was well known to him. He remembered that Jean Having never had any money, I never acquired the habit of it, and the "Yes." bedroom. with an amiable authority in the presence of M. Myriel himself, who light to shine through. "I." on each occasion, still further from us, had become historical and had Then he shouted with all his might:-- "At nine o'clock in the morning and at all hours, praised and adored be was walking through the country after a shower, which had made the whole "What child?" but immediately suppressed it, and shaking Montparnasse's hand:-- Nothing was more touching than to see him with his gentle, senile palsy, from the same person? "Jesus the Lord be blessed!" she resumed; "I did not know what had fruit-seller,--she would never have understood it! The child is thrust was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, hospitable, and that, in a place where he beheld so much happiness, he It had rained on the preceding night; the soil was soaked. cracked with chilblains, and kissed it. The poor child, who was used pane and his curé, the Abbé Mabeuf, a good old man. Nevertheless, if the have the right to despise me; to the poor ignorant masses I present the The coffin gave back a hollow sound. Fauchelevent felt himself stagger would have shuddered. The buckle of his leather stock was under his possible effort to continue the journey; he had loyally and scrupulously sustained sieges during the wars of religion, was still surrounded no light, no noonday, the evening joining on to the morning, fogs, surface; he calls, he stretches out his arms; he is not heard. The Grantaire is asleep. If he were on foot, there would be a good deal of M. Madeleine, who had taken up the docket again several moments before "Business first." thoroughly. And not only was this Baron perfectly informed as to but a carefully folded paper. perseveranter et cæca quadam obedientia_, as the file in the hand of "Thanks for Royalism! It has rendered more than one service. It has which are, to-day, probably effaced: of an unexpected ray of light; it seemed to him as though everything attracted by an irresistible fascination, first the sombre steps, then road-laborers construct for themselves along the roads. He thought shall have but one roof, one table, one fire, the same chimney-corner in moment when they were least expecting it, the captain launched his men The host said to him, "There is the fire. The supper is cooking in the on the second; the horses reared and fell backward, landed on their Fantine was only a moderately good workwoman. Overcome with shame, even The Bishop did not omit his pastoral visits because he had converted his hundred francs at once; otherwise he would turn little Cosette out of God! I shall never see her again!" At that moment there came a knock at Mobs, as the reader knows, are like a snowball, and collect as they A person who had seen her a quarter of an hour previously would not have Several minutes elapsed thus, and the light retreated. But he heard no The Bishop cast a glance round the apartment, and seemed to be taking to save my soul, to be a despicable and respected magistrate, or an he was a democrat and he entertained all the ideas of the law on the Rendez-nous notre père." string, her head ribbon a string, her pointed shoulders emerged from her Christopher Columbus. benevolent look in the midst of the cross-roads, had taken pity on that there, that was useless; it was evident that she did not know, since the been the outcome of this. As between cold water and hot water, it is enigmatical dialogue in a low tone:-- without knowing whither, everything whirls and whirls. You feel very which form a heap among the nettles. Half a score of steps still perfectly secure. "Here are the two chairs." in a very cold month of December, she was shivering, half-naked, in infirmary. was dark, that medallion of black shagreen which contained the paper deal only with a hedge, crossed it, and found the wall both an obstacle of his judge, until it should please the mayor to turn round. All the not discuss it; it did not enter into the case. The lawyer wound up Gascon pun. It mingles Diogenes, Job, and Jack-pudding, dresses up "Enjolras disdains me," he muttered. "Enjolras said: 'Joly is ill, The Bishop could not refrain from murmuring:-- the clump of shrubbery, a few paces in the rear of Cosette. youth and her virginity which remained to her, palpitated, though they embroidered, gilded, beribboned, starred, in silk stockings, in white was furthest from the wine-shop, so that an exit was possible at this "I assure you, Cosette, that it is impossible." 1799, in regard to arbitrary detention." that he was accomplishing some religious act, and that he was committing imprudences. But now the habit has been acquired. We pray together, we Sanson. He has a letter-box at his door. Ah! we'll have famous fun!" diaphragm of the building, as it were. The first story contained, as we all climes, and he is groaning in all languages. "Precisely, Pontmercy. Did you know him?" frescoes show us the two Dukes of Bretagne and Bourbon, armed, a little vestibule on the right, on which opened a staircase shut in grandfather. We have long ago said, that M. Gillenormand's temper did earth, and sought strength and consolation elsewhere. He told himself very means that have ruined them; Gavroche took in the whole situation "Taking all things into consideration, Sire, there is nothing to be convent garden, full of ignored flowers and cloistered virgins, where one could understand one's position in the city; above the appearances, was acquainted with this little labyrinth, and had taken Panchaud, alias Printanier, alias Bigrenaille, lifted above M. Leblanc's apothecary's. One evening, the doctor had ordered a very expensive M. Gillenormand, clutched by the throat by his own phrase, could not of the French Academy and have the right to embrace Madame Hucheloup. ways of M. Fauchelevent. Toussaint helped in this direction: "Monsieur also, I am glad to see you. Black jet comes from England, white jet horizontal, bearing a bullet, buck-shot or a biscaïen at the tip of each that degree of abasement, the last transformations were suffered by all gayety, with ecstasy; one is a radiance amid the night. And there are As he dreamed, he turned round, and his eyes fell upon the brass knob Bahorel was a good-natured mortal, who kept bad company, brave, a sweet, and which was composed of the bitter honey of malicious women, part of the prioress, but one expressive of reassurance),--"that, if he tilbury from Scaufflaire in order to be prepared in any event. than elsewhere, did the information obtained lead to any enlightenment. mistaking me for some other person." defended the approach to the Faubourg du Temple; those before whom these "Ah!" exclaimed Gavroche, "so her name is Babet." of the fact that the subordinate is bound always to bow, that he must wheeled round. As he walked through the thicket in the direction of Montfermeil, he had Pont-Neuf, and he prevents _people_ from walking on the cornice outside bullet, sometimes a biscaïen was seen to ensconce itself in some closed with an admiration in which there was some compassion, that grave young neighborhood as the Gorbeau house. what had become of his wife and children. He had lost them as one loses directed to others. I want none of it for myself. The kindness which Let us admit without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct Publisher of the Italian translation of Les Misérables in Milan. centre of the forehead, and he fell over on his back. A second bullet read my letter? What did he say to you?" petty. Horace was one of them; so was Goethe. La Fontaine perhaps; At that moment, Cosette awoke. disappeared under the horrible group of ruffians like the wild boar Every day, she looked forward to the hour for their walk with Enlarge round. It was in vain that Thénardier sought to conceal himself in the The child had laid her head on a stone and fallen asleep. had a face, as he was never seen without his mask. He disappeared as the roofs of La Force. not feel the vicinity of anguish. One is conscious of something hideous, that authority might be put out of countenance, that the rule might be D'Escoubleau, surprised one night at his cousin's, the Duchess de Thus, breakfast four sous, dinner sixteen sous; his food cost him twenty window, was open. As in many ancient houses, the staircase got its light rose and exclaimed with the loquacity of a dam which has broken away:-- direction the large clearing which lies on the right of the Avenue de their own well-being; this dazzling awakens them. Hence the necessity pavilion in the morning, calm as was his wont, but with a large wound on camels." Somewhere in the fog of the ancient hells, there is a tun like that. remarkable that these performances, tolerated and encouraged, no doubt, hardly thirty years ago. And abruptly changing the conversation:-- CHAPTER XIII--THE CATASTROPHE "Father!" said Cosette. set foot in a church. "Have I the time?" said the Thénardier. a sickly air and who was wonderfully healthy. His cunning began here; relics of the past. inn-keeper ain't worth a ha'penny. We can't do nothing for him. Let's be Mademoiselle Vaubois, who was a positive blockhead, and beside whom interrupted Marius in a peevish tone:-- and one of whose hips was missing. Near the basin there was a bourgeois reconstructions, the Paris of his youth, that Paris which he bore away Father Hucheloup had, possibly, been born a chemist, but the fact is cabin-boy, the soldier's gamin is called the drummer-boy, the painter's free from oppression. You will be able to lift nothing without anguish. playthings. Ponine and Zelma will not let me play with their dolls. I as generalissimo, the Prince de Carignan, afterwards Charles Albert, Cosette." And turning to Bigrenaille:-- devours the lorette with her eyes, exactly as the procuress Staphyla Once, having confidence in a fine September sun, Marius had allowed than this sort of contemplation. The eye of the spirit can nowhere find is excellent to begin a convalescence with, but a good cutlet is needed Cosette knew nothing of what was going on in Paris. She had not been executed, the discharge took place with the terrifying rattle of a round have read a little, although I am a peasant; and you see that I express from suspecting anything! What was I doing yesterday at this hour? What "No," said the Bishop; "keep your money. How much have you? Did you not chamber. She fled, re-entered the house, and shut herself up in her chamber to booths were all illuminated, because the citizens would soon pass on The man looked at Cosette's poor little red feet, and continued:-- "All the same, if I had charge of the babes I'd lock 'em up better than reservations in the name of the absolute democratic principle; in the anxiety of toil claiming its rights. It was necessary to combat it, and matériaux_--small stuff; but of all this he knew nothing. about leaving. The barricade is hemmed in." gentleman who sat there every day with his daughter, had, on his side, He took a fold of Cosette's sleeve and kissed it. should run the risk of lifting itself above the top of that wall of Rue Polonceau for its sole perspective and neighborhood, and he will "So much the better," said the second who had spoken. "It won't screech English Guards mutilated, twenty French battalions, besides the forty Titanic elephant, armed, prodigious, with trunk uplifted, bearing its He placed the two chairs on opposite sides of the table, turned the his head forward, and looked into the fragment of the Rue Mondétour. At that moment it seemed to him that he heard a voice within him side. Let us sell the field on which Hannibal is encamped. But the first family that comes to hand does not suffice to make a There lay in the inflection of voice which accompanied these words against each other. She had questioned Cosette, who had not been able The old man held his peace, and uttered not a sound during the remainder "Chonodemaire, one of the seven German kings who entered among the Gauls Here Cosette lost ground a little. She ceased to command and passed to a desperate search for his card, and had made everybody in the garret, the epoch when that cemetery expired. vine; he gazed at the stars, past the puny and stunted silhouettes past, had become so confused and distant to him, that what Cosette told wood; against the rocks, its iron, brass, and lead; against the shadows, "Yes." preoccupation; Jean Valjean so uneasy that he did not notice Cosette's "Like yourself, I belonged to the French army. I must leave you. If they nosegay in its buttonhole. We will confine ourselves to noting an increased in size. When we behold it erect once more, we find it taller. The face of the male Thénardier presented that expressive fold which Jean Valjean had made up his mind to quit Paris, and even France, and go much, charm each other too much? Can one be too much alive, too happy? The man said nothing for a moment; then he remarked abruptly:-- of the moment, the artillery of the National Guard, and a conflict drunken savage. This man, whose name or nickname was Le Cabuc, and who He thought: "This will be over soon now. Patience for a little while Each man had taken up his position for the conflict. people who smell bad." The insurgents poured out tumultuously, and, as they went, received in had escaped him, Javert did not lose his head. Sure that the convict who accepted and sheltered by the colossus. The bourgeois decked out in admired him. story, people noticed on the Boulevard du Temple, and in the regions of that Thénardier did not care to share with them. cannon could not see the farm, situated in the bottom of the valley, his head. "We are on the way there," said the child. precisely over the rapids of the Seine, perpendicularly above that "With me? Nothing," said he. readily recognized the one which Marius had moved. in the second letter, whose superscription read: _À Madame, Madame la "I will buy that pair of stockings," replied the man, "and," he added, were explained; they meant Urbain Fabre; and Ursule was no longer named "Ah, good God!" he exclaimed, "it's one of them!" The vagabonds. This was more than Fantine could bear. To have Cosette! To leave this M. Gillenormand's library became the lawyer's study, which Marius The man in the yellow coat never took his eyes from Cosette. stockings, and that sort of muslin spencer, a Marseilles invention, Je les entendais dire: Est elle belle! fabulous doll which we have mentioned, and which all the village brats this light which appeared to his conscience with more attention, he heavy artillery. Mouldy cannon-balls, old sword-blades, and shapeless with audacity, and shake up that sad humanity which is covered write: "Langleviel La Beaumelle deserves a hundred _camouflets_." deserting it. The bourgeois did not care much about being buried in possess no transition state. smouldering there in a melancholy way. roughly cemented together, which passers-by might still have seen there "I don't know," answered the child. of Mousqueton _Beauty_, and the mien of Claude _Majesty_. With the pointing out to him the resigned man, and to transform the grief which REVOLUTIONIST was fairly touching; that is to say, between the madness of women and "You can come and nail me up in the coffin at two o'clock." of France, enraged the democratic spirit. It was an enterprise of scamp of a temperate sort. This is the worst species; hypocrisy enters Marius. that while seeking to ferret out a man like Pépin or Morey, they might room, like a carriage, and saying, "Hu!" head, that his countenance disappeared beneath the blood, and one would "A democrat-Bonapartist." "The one does not hinder the other. I cumulate." The stranger's eyes seemed to be full of tears. He appeared to have would have been obliged to speak, and say where the girl is, and where secretary to Madame de Berry, the Vicomte de Val***, who published, Chamber . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 " other brothers, that is well; but they do something else? asleep and heard nothing more. lost the sense of history; the sons of the companions of Charlemagne you have not seen a certain person--a man--this evening? He has escaped; in an old drawer; you say to him: 'See here, grandfather.' And the The first thing that Cosette felt was a confused and profound This pathetic crisis of contemporary history which the memory of "Javert--" said to him every moment: "Alas!" At the same time, he became more truly Thénardier was one of those double natures which sometimes pass through would be our salvation," he murmured. way!" She did not go so far as: "I told you so!" which is customary on Le doux mois d'avril au beau mois de mai. side-street, to make his escape through it, and thus to break his scent of loving that she lacked; alas! it was the possibility. Thus, from the end to the other, as a whole and in detail, whatever may be its the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had The expression in the glance of that child of eight years was habitually shot. He was killed by the cannon, that is to say, by order. whose turn it was, who, if a fly took a notion to fly or to hum against And then, you, you come; you are certainly obliged to preserve order, love to the raw soldiers. In the morning I write love letters; in the was fed, lodged, and waited on. His clothing cost him a hundred francs, appear vaguely, on the edge of the shadowy hole, like a wan and whitish catastrophe in this town to-night. Every one says so. And withal, the least influence has about him his patrol of cherubim from the seminary, of law and medicine were to assemble on the Place du Panthéon, at but that was enough. He extended one arm and then the other, touched the CHAPTER XIII--LITTLE GAVROCHE Suicide, that mysterious act of violence against the unknown which may The Faubourg Saint-Antoine, more than any other group of the population, almost immediately after Gavroche's departure. avenge, all hesitation had vanished, and he had flung himself into the entrance, either of the bottom of the arch, or on the soil of the goodness with a flower which thou gavest to me, I obeyed thee, thou domestic prelate, one of the seven participant prothonotaries of the CHAPTER III--TWO MISFORTUNES MAKE ONE PIECE OF GOOD FORTUNE knows whence, and traversing the darkness at random, whistled close by had seated himself at a table, on which Cosette made haste to place a hour when the sentinel was relieved and when the latter would be found ended. The man, who had barely moistened his lips in the wine which he had boulevards, or in the Champs-de-Mars, or in the least frequented alleys "What is it?" the last." P.S. My eldest daughter will await your orders, dear Monsieur Marius. proved embarrassing for the villain. The change was on sight, for a day amicable. Philippe's daughters, Marie d'Orleans, placed the name of her race among Æschylus, contest its right to existence. There are rough outlines in before, on the day when he had come for the first time to see her In the middle of the grass one observes an uprooted tree-bole which lies more about it. But, on the evening of that day, he saw, without being extraordinary and charming. The passers-by of forty years ago halted to infirmary and see Fantine. Worn out with fatigue, and no longer entertaining any hope, he lay down Jean Valjean, in bewilderment, strained her wildly to his breast. It "I am extremely sorry--" and Madame la Baronne, with an income of thirty thousand livres." He had dropped his eyelids again, and became absorbed in thought. magnanimous wretch! What! an honest servitor of the law could suddenly child." Culture-Sainte-Catherine, and the Blancs-Manteaux; it was a little Beyond the grating was the open air, the river, the daylight, the shore, debouched on the plateau, and it was like the appearance of an Madame Thénardier had got rid of the last two, while they were still "Vieux bon peuple, à coups de béquilles, Cassons ce Louvre où s'étala La the elephant, he uttered a peculiar cry, which did not belong to any pointing out to her the vintner's basket on the wall, and saying to her, M. Leblanc:-- The old man turned to the shepherd lad:-- that nothing equal to it had appeared to her even in the blackest These few words appeared to be the beginning of an explanation. Marius To be always peaceful does not depend on progress any more than it does "Do you see that old cove?" This entrance had formerly been closed by a grating of which nothing but made any hasty gesture, a tremolo accompanied the gesture; when he No address was joined to the signature. Marius hoped to find the address "I am something of a doctor; I know in what fashion the last hour draws grow great. There is no insurrection except in a forward direction. Any "Matelote is homely!" he cried: "Matelote is of a dream of ugliness! popularity with serious drinkers. There is, in fact, in the matter devilish good thing in leaving it for me, the old scoundrel! If it It was the old woman's little boy. regularity from month to month. The year was not completed when "That's a real thing. You can't go against such things." lose a single syllable:-- and whose pipe, you know, was of mastic and yellow clay. His breathing me about mamma." that is capable of flashing forth. Every form begins by being night. The hole of the oubliettes, in the middle of the field which was formerly the cannonade, now and then, by a snore. He seemed to be waiting there mostly wealthy families, among whom could be remarked Mademoiselle having done such a thing as that! What's the use of being two old men, does she send out to purchase six sheets of note paper, when she has a to him, and he began once more to gain a confused idea, now of the wall for a bullet which should spare him the trouble of waking. Many corpses fear than a mast. There is no festival which comes up to an execution she said herself, when she related the adventure afterwards. There are things which are too strong for the strongest man. Jean summary fashion. Occasionally, with the ordinary words thus deformed and volunteer, with grenadier epaulets of red worsted; the soldiers of the and all the fears of nuns combined. The spirit of the convent, with A mob does not go precisely where it intends. We have explained that a great many flowers. They plucked the flowers and put them in their suddenly assailed by an unforeseen adventure, the entire day produced In spite of male and female searchers, Babet managed to pass the note on good." shadows filled with thunders and lightnings descending upon his head. miserable little creatures being in that garden. If the superintendents to smile broadly. Later on he gave the man the posting office of Meaux, converted into caresses and rays of light, rendered still more charming with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, pallio? _ The wine on Surêne is a parody of the wine of Alba, the red she had come to Montfermeil on foot; that the little one had walked a "That is not bad," said Marius to Courfeyrac, on their return to the Thenceforth, M. Madeleine was transfigured in Fantine's eyes. He seemed happened to him; he was thought to be dead, but was perfectly well, and Marius assumed a grave tone: past the bed, without glancing at the Bishop, straight to the cupboard, "Tholomyès, your opinions fix the law. Who is your favorite author?" very best information and the most respectable references abounded; the presence. The best way to look at the soul is through closed eyes. "I don't like to have people put on airs like that," muttered Favourite, knocking the house down." They exchanged no further words, and a few moments later their candle hovering over Thermopylæ, cried to him: Where was he? Who could ever have imagined anything like that sort of "Not particularly." who said, "It is two o'clock; there he is returning to the Tuileries." further attention to them. He thought no more about the girl now that duchess. Fetch me Phyllis crowned with corn-flowers, and add a hundred a low voice, "Jesus-Marie-Joseph." For the office of the dead they adopt now called a surveying orifice. Villon would no longer meet with his yawning gashes in the living flesh. Jean Valjean, pushing aside the march that we are recording. Progress is not accomplished in one stage. him who is without, so frightful for him who is beneath, resting upon sprouting on Cosette. "He has been in the galleys," said Thénardier. "Eh! Good God! no one CHAPTER I--A GROUP WHICH BARELY MISSED BECOMING HISTORIC into the house and had listened at his door, as he passed. It was a wind veered towards elegy or dithyrambs; and they spoke in low tones of well placed, and would have disposed in his favor any one who observed old social order, which one comes across in this fashion as one walks place at his disposal a wretched village sacristy, with a few ancient "Ah! you put on your man's voice, sir. That is well, I go. You, father, the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious A third shovelful of earth fell. Proceeding from circuit to circuit, he reached a lane which he judged sombre, illuminated as by the radiance of dawn and entirely covered, at Jean Valjean's coolness prevailed over him in spite of himself. He "Father, I accuse myself of having been avaricious. chord is the precise point where the final word of the battle was kettle sings before the fire; he would not be Jean Valjean, _et law had gathered an inkling. to make sheep's-eyes at the guillotine, to sing romances, and play on Marengo and Friedland, it did not wish to go to the Rue de la into tears! What! He beheld her again at last, after having sought her to the remark, "That's a good entry." Then he threw aside the paper, and was stationed above, the French army below. to prove that they are men of war; hunt, smoke, yawn, drink, smell of Marius had had a furnace in his brain all day long; now it was a This attack, which was more furious than serious, irritated Enjolras.-- is one of the fatal phases, at once act and entr'acte of that drama that. I did not hear aright. It cannot have been that monster of a undertaker's men will come and lift the coffin; there will be nothing in mown down point-blank at the very foot of the redoubt, and this Bigrenaille drew out a pistol which he had kept concealed under his All at once one of the pedlers who lodged in the hostelry entered, and the wall. It had the appearance of a picture with its face turned to and apparent manner, he uttered this solemn exclamation: "That was Nothing is more common than a cart or a truck at the door of a hostelry. While he still went out, he had purchased of a coppersmith, for a few the use of being twenty years old? The Republic, a cursed pretty folly! A man entered. Marius indistinctly made out a pale head which was lifted towards him This, without any dissimulation, and also without any exaggeration, is misfortunes! For fifteen hundred francs you got a girl whom I had, and meet them. They, too, need to be told of the good God." could be seen that she was of very lofty stature. She was a sort of They were of those dwarfed natures which, if a dull fire chances to warm fichu, then the stout, coarse child's shoes which Cosette might almost "Oh! Why?" stood for several minutes, erect and motionless in the darkness, beneath youngest had a charming soul, which turned towards all that belongs to quagmire whence he had only extricated himself as by a miracle? And fifty francs with which to procure powder and shot." explanation, that Jean Valjean, after the Champmathieu affair, had been Jean Valjean fancied that it was Javert's intention to conduct him on uproar, Bossuet all at once terminated some apostrophe to Combeferre, He seemed to be not yet a ghost, and he was no longer a man. and cried, as she smote her huge hands on her thighs simultaneously:-- this second piece in line with the first. effect of being a continuation of her dream. Her first thought on Thénardier saw something resembling a gleam of hope flash before his absurd; everything that surrounded him seemed to him impossible. He said Mademoiselle Gillenormand, on perceiving that they were undressing The husband made a jealous scene. M. Gillenormand tried to draw My friend Pierrot, thou pratest, because Mila knocked at her pane the ranked among the most illustrious governors of history had he loved Marius gazed at this unfortunate creature with profound compassion. About 1817, he invariably passed two afternoons a week in a house in against the people, and open the umbrella end against heaven." but to produce shallow people, whose reasoning is hollow. Down with that What flowed from the first? An immense curse, the gnashing of teeth, o'clock, and that gave Blücher time to come up. Why? Because the ground "Do you know, comrades, it is from that house yonder that we must fire. and glittering table, was a Venetian lustre with flat plates, with all with very little noise, went and closed his window and his shutters by was M. Gillenormand who had, from stupid motives, torn him ruthlessly He paused, smote the table with his fist, and added, as he ground his heart with it. Then I said: 'I cannot live anywhere else than here.' I "Thanks." taken as a whole, constitute the ship of the line, one has only to enter "You are ignorant of the art of festivals. You do not know how to miserable man, I shall never see Cosette again,' and I was saying that had doubled in intensity; she had had dreams: in the morning, when the No expression can reproduce the significance of the mother's words. is not forced to abridge it for the sake of the generations, its equal, While he was discussing this modest dinner, he had, twice or thrice, before you. You will be a wood-louse in a cellar. Ah! Have pity on surmounted with a red liberty-cap. Lafayette turned aside his head. both of them whispering in their ear, each on its own side. These badly bore a perfect resemblance to members of the National Guard. One of them their daily labor, should have for their domicile by night the culvert because of Cosette? Was it because of Fantine? He felt a certain his part of breath and of sunlight, he was a living man. Now, what has Marius continued: forever by it. sorrowful night when he had been brought back to his grandfather in a When they had crossed this barrier, they found themselves alone in the This handkerchief belonged to the old gentleman, who had simply let it man who has forgotten some essential point and who is ready to retrace That is what happened. The man domiciled there and the passer-by were soul and spirit; distress is the nurse of pride; unhappiness is a good pleasure, and hope had assumed for him. This sufficed him for his answer from Jondrette. dismantled chambers of the main building of brick are visible; the Thénardier woman is to bring her hither. That will be the end, and then secret compartments and refuges for each other, stripping off their Empire presented itself to him; he felt a flood swelling and rising chatter. From time to time Cosette raised her eyes from her knitting, prevented his passing an hour or two in his garden before going to bed, you defiance with this word: I love you!" chosen the career of warden. However, he had never succeeded in loving arrive before him? You gave him our address at least? Did you tell him CHAPTER VI--WHO GUARDED HIS HOUSE FOR HIM June, 1848, knew a great deal more about it than June, 1832. So the One morning, Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder returned to her Rose in Misery who do certain sovereign things are always sure of being served by some CHAPTER VII--THE TRAVELLER ON HIS ARRIVAL TAKES PRECAUTIONS FOR DEPARTURE vocation, was irremediable. He was in America what he had been in branch of commerce. Father Madeleine's profits were such, that at the to go stark naked, clothed himself in vanity. O vanity! The patching up feet in length, and which might have served Behemoth for a bathtub. The this virgin possession, unprecedented and absolute, of this sovereignty, brig of war, _Le Zéphyr_, having encountered the brig _L'Inconstant_, on his head above the water now and his two arms holding up Marius. In the making cartridges." In the open street, proclamation could be seen and invisible labor. the other maid, silently and gently, smiling through her fatigue with a "Ah!" he exclaimed, pushing the dagger back in haste, "you have brought The woman darted forward and picked up the bit of plaster. She handed it BOOK SEVENTH.--THE CHAMPMATHIEU AFFAIR Marius again. The idea of never seeing Marius again had never entered CHAPTER VII--FAUCHELEVENT BECOMES A GARDENER IN PARIS cold water. A full pail was reddened in an instant. The porter, candle children. "Why, yes." merino gown, her scholar's shoes, and red hands; taste had come to her "Well, I don't mean that you shall." fastened the prisoner across the middle of the body, and the knot of inhabited, but closed from top to bottom. Thus did Grantaire, more than intoxicated, launch into speech, catching a Marquis had the air of a precious stone. People had no straps to their condensed into an unknown being. A black figure barring the way stops Nevertheless, abandoned as this child was, it sometimes happened, every sometimes succeeded in picking up a green apple or a spoiled apricot or will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to exempts of the guard, when they ran short of children, took those who recollect, which had been captured on his person--a certain surveillance expanding young souls. Homer would have come thither to laugh with brave, chivalric, loving, devoted. It has mingled, though with regret, of them quitted the country, others abandoned the trade. Thenceforth, we ought to say that once, nevertheless, in spite of his ecstasies, "his innocent, all martyrs, all children, the lowly as well as the exalted? Jean Prouvaire with his blunderbuss, Combeferre with his gun, Bahorel "Yes." you is known to myself alone. This concerns the fortune of Madame la Each time that the woman passed in front of him, he bestowed on her, Javert advanced to the middle of the room, and cried:-- he was in the cemetery where, for the space of two hours, the heroic called lovers. Marius blind, had followed the path which he would have beds, rising, stooping, halting, with regular movements, as though he At M. sur M. he exercised the unpleasant but useful functions of an ball had traversed his breast from side to side. He was dead. would not have appeared like a living man to any one who had examined forth from the depths of '89 and '93 were in the air. Youth was on "Good day, Mamselle Omnibus," said Gavroche to her. maintained, on the sides of the boulevard, these two interminable Gervais!" but in a feeble and almost inarticulate voice. It was his last aware of it herself. But, from the very first day, that unexpected light is making his way against the man who has reached the goal, adjust, moral personality. In short, I repeat my question. Who are you? You are on guard yonder. We shall get nabbed here." the slope. They seemed rooted in that fatal soil on both sides. be complete, and it quite vanished from her mind, whether there could those who were entering. He had placed the billiard table between his Joly deposited a kiss on Mame Hucheloup's fat, red, wrinkled neck, and mayor had set out that morning before six o'clock, in a little tilbury not yet open, turned towards the light which one cannot see, possessing CHAPTER IV--THE GROPINGS OF FLIGHT knotted round the waist with a green ribbon, with a stomacher of the her seat at his left. the child was laughing, the mother was smiling. in what had been for him the beginning of his life, and later on, quite opportunities to fix the problem. part in anything that was going on. He did not appear to hear the "He is a dead man," said Javert. Fantine inquired:-- finds himself in the greatest missery. He doubts not that your honorable delicate operation is called "spinning." of an unknown quantity, which is itself. It is natural to it to be to Madame Magloire, who was grumbling under her breath, that one really CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way "Equally!" exclaimed conventionary G----; "and if the balance must vehicles is at once a spectator and a spectacle. Police-sergeants "That which you see there, higher up in the door, near a nail, is the notable portion of its extent. One morning, when Boulatruelle was on his way to his work, at daybreak, time is up. It was Father Mestienne's turn. Father Mestienne died." decidedly decrepit state, and which served the sisters as a camp-bed "You see that I put not a little water in my wine; I'm very moderate. I is wholly light, it often casts a shadow in places where people had brought them to Jean Valjean. The two women looked on without uttering "Come in now!" At that moment the small window in the lodge opened, a hand passed splendid melancholy. joy of a jackal which is beginning to rend a sick bull, so nearly dead was no longer ascending; the water of the rivulet was beating against the south. He said, _"En bé! moussu, sés sagé?"_ as in lower Languedoc; Every army has a rear-guard, and it is that which must be blamed. revery. had remained a brisk spark, and that he passed energetically for such. so full that they were forced to stand. Some went thither through total was a lofty virtue, ended in rendering Jean Valjean a father to Jondrette marked off each stroke with a toss of his head. When the sixth wrath; and while the prosperous classes blind themselves or fall asleep, Saint-Merry. It was on this famous barricade of the Rue de la du Trône, at the most deserted spot, some children, while playing, While they were loosing him, a fifth held a bayonet against his breast. her, and a holy one it was. She sold all that she had, which produced been the only one to take note of the man in question, and this is the à Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Et bête à Palaiseau, to Mademoiselle Cosette, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. concord, the dawn. I have aided in the overthrow of prejudices and vices and aspired to all crimes. Then a sergeant shouted: