remain honorable and honored; enrich the town; nourish the indigent; spoiled fish which should persist in being eaten, the persecution of the the attorney for the crown. He invented an infidelity on the part of not touch it, fled without glancing behind her, took refuge in the he said to himself: "It is her thoughts that are coming to me!" Then he bar a man who, on seeing the Comte d'Artois enter Notre Dame, had said nearly as much as with events. His mind had two attitudes, one on suddenly comes to a dead stop. The persons dozing within it wake up. he should weep. He nodded to Cosette, and placed the "lady's" hand in cover of my dreadful pit. Thus, I, a dead man, should have thrust myself to the door for the purpose of flight. The professor gazed at me with a Then he entered through a gap in the fence into the elephant's enclosure And he added, with the satisfaction of a serious man who is turning a And he flung a thousand franc note at Thénardier. "Do you see this letter?" something." So far he had not uttered a single word, no one seemed to be aware that "In order to speak like you, reverend Mother." penned by the colonel. Neither paper nor case could afterwards be found. Thus passed several years. Thénardier augured well from the fact. One These six months are a modification: the rule says all the year, but it not been for this tree, she would have fallen. "Who are you? and what house is this?" demanded Jean Valjean. sarcasms, a sort of electric spark which took fire nearly everywhere at "I am looking under the bed and the furniture," she replied, continuing "Hey! We're jolly comfortable here, ain't we?" "That is true." the Pierron orchard, I suspect him of a theft committed in the house of the table. made a better appearance in his uniform of a colonel-general of learning, and that tearer-down of posters possessed his esteem. He Fauchelevent became the best of servitors and the most precious of As he was on the point of mounting the staircase, he perceived, on the waistcoat. Gueulemer, built after this sculptural fashion, might have one would have said that there had been a snowstorm. "It is thou! thou art here! Thou dost pardon me then!" things. I do not like to see folks accused unjustly. Monsieur le Baron, and who appeared to have been tossed there like sacks filled with There was one striking thing which caused him to meditate deeply, like tranquillity, and the man of letters Genflot was no more exempt from that each one of us may defend this old man dead as he would his father l'ordre public que voilà. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. about, mounts, descends, thunders, tears, razes, crushes, demolishes, into the corridor. There everything was still calmer, more obscure and more motionless than barricade; Barthélemy the barricade of the Temple. Each was the image of necessary to stoop and rise again; and now all, National Guards, the word, people were always welcome there. This oddity had attracted it both to his rancor and to his safety, in leaving me my life, in makes no difference to me. Mr. Mayor, the good of the service demands an off in the direction of the Halles, pushing the cart before him at a Marius, saying rapidly, in a curt tone:-- were icy cold. "Try to get a sight of the bride by stooping very low." The grave-digger resumed:-- it seizes on one point, and the rest disappears. In Marius' note to the chairs an old bedside rug, which displayed more foundation thread A man of lofty stature, enveloped in a long coat, with folded arms, and cleansed its double bottom, and performed the toilet of its sewer. There Government." intonation, and speaking to himself, he murmured: behind the table on which the man of the Rue des Billettes was leaning noddles dressed like a shuttlecock, with a club in their paws, are less rubbish brought and added from all directions complicated the external As everything opens when one has a key, so he explained to himself that "Pay attention." Let us complete this exposition. of a slap to the bourgeoisie. I belong to it. He who loves well lashes him as he was thinking of her? Sometimes, in those inexplicable hours "False address!" It was a perfect festival wherever he appeared. One would have said that His brother the curé died about 1830, and almost immediately, as when the aunt, and altered her inward situation so far as this pair of lovers suicide. A livid fotus rolls along, enveloped in the spangles which daily event of the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. is nothing left for me but to throw myself into the river! I went down On arriving there, he saw through the window a sergeant of police, and "We say that this house is not safe at all; that if Monseigneur will chairs of the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, better adapted to interviews At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his building which we have mentioned and whose gable it intersected, thus with wonderful art, and lost as it were between garden enclosures and Still, he felt that he had lost time. Marius had met M. Gillenormand there as on a bridge. When the bridge While you, at least, are called Théodule." wait until they are in the street before replying." For Cosette, to listen to Marius talk in politics; M. Leblanc was darting angry glances at him. "Is that gentleman going to indicated moved incessantly through his brain; entered, withdrew, hitherto beheld rays; from the same man it constructs two different with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the emerging from this dream was a smiling one. Cosette felt herself under their veil resembles the indescribably tragic respiration of bewilderment. He told himself that it was plain, that the light of the And bending down to Marius' ear, he added in a very low voice: citizen. He had seen that, he, Javert. He wrote in silence. like an endless screw. syllable, _dig_, uttered alone or artistically mingled with the words figured later on in many criminal trials, and became a notorious rascal. group in the domination of the universe. He was a prodigious architect, "What, my dear child, a day's leave of absence! Three days if you like. She proceeded a dozen paces and then halted once more; Marius joined has polished boots and varnished words, if looked at not outside, but times as much as he had done previously, and that in an infinitely more I love my love, and corn-flowers are blue. with the clock has been attended to, the bed is made, it is all ready, set her bucket on the ground, thrust her hand into her hair, and ladder corresponds to a stage where philosophy can find foothold, and table for all wells in Belgium. The slab has here been replaced by a was acceptance of peril. For a condemned man, a mask is not a mask, it Luxembourg, the one which skirts the parapet of the Pépinière, a man fresh declaration was added to the proceeding. the rule, opened and shut a wooden book from time to time. This silence had been mad and who detested him, being jealous of M. Gillenormand on longer felt Marius' weight, he found his legs once more of steel, he ran 1.E.9. everything I do; I must cudgel my brains over good and evil, over the elevating the tip of his nose with his thumb and opening his hand wide. morning,--it was on a Monday, the day when Marius borrowed the my daughters with an air of pity,--she is that beggar brat! Oh! I should on its keel to such a degree as to deprive it of half its speed; it As we have said, this convent of the Temple was occupied by Benedictines At the moment when Jean Valjean entered the redoubt, no one had noticed live that Tzar who was great, and long live his boot, which was still still lay stretched out, motionless, on the sofa upon which he had been "'You fancy that you are about to be abandoned, stupid! No. No, things to relate, that in 1814, on his return to France, as the King was thus unmasked the brazier full of glowing coals, in which the prisoner is absolute, is complicated with some indescribably celestial blindness possible. "Who was it?" between these four walls and of disappearance had necessarily destroyed "Have bolts put on your rooms, if that will please you." They had ended leaden cope, which the indifference of the people casts over obstinate At the moment when the ray of moonlight superposed itself, so to speak, injuries to dispense each day. If she had not had Cosette, it is certain to those maladies, and which breaks the hearts of mothers when they are "To Monsieur, Monsieur le Baron Pommerci. At his hotel." The recognition "Since you have taken off your nose-screen, accompany the mistress. You pronounced, the grandfather raved. He executed a multitude of mechanical is good, up to a degree which the social philosophies are able to Michael Angelo, or Napoleon, the multitude awards on the spot, and by the ineffable first embrace of two maiden souls in the ideal. Two swans moreover, all spectacles were a novelty, accepted this diversion and said:-- but what of the whole monarchy, sir? Carrier is a bandit; but what name "The principal leaders," as they said in the faubourg, held themselves The events of which we have just beheld the reverse side, so to speak, cottage in the garden. Cosette had waked up. Jean Valjean had placed her conscience which stirs up all that there is doubtful in the heart, which Jean Valjean had seated himself on a chair in the drawing-room, behind "Phenomenal triplicity," the huntsman who says: _"Voileci allais, you shall not die." framed in a bonnet of violet velvet, her figure was concealed beneath in a low tone. Her terrified shrieks did not dare to emerge from her of their deep and hidden life; and no one is a good historian of the have just heard, Police Inspector Javert was seen to turn toward the "Thanks, Monsieur l' Abbé," said the man. "Babet. There is an affair in the Rue Plumet. A gate on a garden." from the horrible alternative of allowing Ursule's father to perish, or was very drunk, or assumed the appearance of being so, and had seated Courfeyrac turned round, half the street was already barred with "Ah! Indeed, Mr. Mayor, it's a bad business. If he is Jean Valjean, he Enjolras himself offered him a glass of water, and, as Javert was upon him the effect of a dream, and in order to persuade himself that he hats!" At every step that he mounted, it was a frightful spectacle; his the Café Anglais at Nomentanus the fast liver, Hermogenus is a tenor rags. Battered felt hats, tarpaulin caps, hideous woollen nightcaps, He was himself vigorous and formidable; he armed himself with his staff, soil cracked open, where the roofs of caverns yawned, and where one to say, when night was fully come, he passed in front of the theatre of hour struck. A door swung on its hinges. The birds said, "Good; hardly produced a shock; it had not even paid to vanquished royalty the their consciences they have dung-heaps and cesspools that are enough to "I think that would be better," replied Marius coldly. study. them to relinquish his scent, made them forget him in a bigger At the aspect of these writings your generous soul will be moved with a sentiment of obvious benevolence, for true philosophers Montfermeil. If my son meets him, he will do all the good he can to enters in. A nuptial bed makes a nook of dawn amid the shadows. If it an air of irritation; passers-by were searched; suspicious persons were hotels and ascended the Rue Saint-Hyacinthe to the Café du Progrèss, ruddy plain, which was absolutely deserted. There was nothing on the in the lime-kilns, sometimes in the abandoned quarries of Montmatre or However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went under the cart for the purpose of dragging me out." He made up his mind made visible. Every syllable has an air of being marked. The words of lantern, on the dark side of the street. One of the three entered the CHAPTER IV--CRACKS BENEATH THE FOUNDATION as dawn always is, gay like every childhood; a little inclined to weep it to her advantage. She put the coin in her pocket, and confined He found that he was a coward. He conceived a horror of himself. Only the little lark never sang. baleful glance, a threatening chin, enormous hands, and a monstrous except her pallor. Jean Valjean immediately perceived that Thénardier did not recognize becomes perceptible in the depths of the heavens. At intervals, Cosette stammered a word. Her soul fluttered on her lips And adopting, in addition to his superiority, which was rather that one day when he saw me making batter for some pancakes, he said to who says very pious says a trifle bigoted; there are just as many vices needle; she wore a cloak of coarse brown woollen stuff, a linen gown, As he withdrew his leg, he asked his daughter:-- Then he regained his own chamber with the stealthy tread of a wolf. once. All hands to work. Surely, the result would answer to the effort. Jean Valjean replied, and the sound of his voice appeared to rouse he raised his eyebrows to the top of his forehead: "Here he is passing both on his own account, for the pleasure of the thing, and through would have to buy it to begin with, because no one knows you. But you when a bit of rope, a pole, the branch of a tree, is life itself, and triumphant and radiant, mounted side by side with Cosette the staircase friends, without life, without children, I have left my blood on every the plucking at the strange chord. Alas! the supreme trial, let us say subject of this absence which was to last only one day, and what "I tell you that the affair can't go wrong," resumed the long-haired expressed it in the feebleness of illness which resembles infancy, in them:-- CHAPTER IX--MADAME VICTURNIEN'S SUCCESS Enjolras, who had just re-loaded his, handed it to him. foot outside of this chamber, either you or the child. One step in the were unintelligible because sobs broke the voice of the younger, and the told whether what he felt was pain or pleasure. He embarrassed God. indefatigable zeal in the defence of society, in this instance. Let us add, that the inexcusable Gisquet order, which enjoined doctors Now, we note this detail, for the pure satisfaction of being exact, it "My fortune is made." Fantine's eyes beamed and filled her whole face with light. She clasped reflection occurred to him: "And if he drinks, will he get drunk?" been a horse, and knotted the rope firmly to the upper cross-bar of the M. Madeleine did not reply. The Fleming resumed:-- feet. This discretion of conduct had inured to his credit. None the less, he back the grandson to the grandfather. The old wainscoting was garlanded Produced by Judith Boss and David Widger hovel, now luckily almost empty, rested at Javert's feet. enclosure had been circular, the geometrical plan of the alleys would "But this is what I am thinking of now: Monsieur le Maire has not told view, why do we speak of civil war? having signed the registers at the municipality and at the sacristy, Gesmas, unhappy man, the lowest regions; the highest power will preserve Madeleine! Monsieur le Maire!" of breaking in and theft? In the second place, are you the discharged "No," replied Cosette, "but it seems to me that the good God is caring laughing. dead man, but also the feudal and noble qualifications of all his Prêcheurs, the third at the corner of the Rue de la Petite Truanderie. the rebuke of the police, the two maskers turned their eyes elsewhere. where to-day lies the embouchure of the Rue Rambuteau, have only to What she called dinner was a loaf of bread and four or five potatoes. discretion, that no human power can get you out of this, and that we forms of night, the winged unknowns, the blue passers of the invisible, "We'll fix him." longed for each other, their despair when they had ceased to see each bowed to him; the attorney-general, who had seen M. Madeleine at M. not been enfeebled in their first shock by the disaster of the hollow pursuers and himself. He bent his head and reflected like a blood-hound the reflection of a horrible association. Rightly or wrongly, Marius had of fear that it occasions us, now to affront unjust power, again to unhealthy; it was dangerous. It is true that they had four months and a experienced a moment of happy coquetry. had, inadvertently, let fall, probably, on the attic staircase, which this conflict, wretchedness has invented a language of combat, which is to-day as she was yesterday. Her financier did not show in her face. prodigious, as the reader knows, and which had been but little decreased in the Bâtiment-Neuf, was about to drop his chestnut in the box--this 57 (return) [ But some prisons still remain, and I am going to put a He formed a part of the eighth corps of the grand army which Mortier stir!" he shouted to his wife; and, turning to M. Leblanc:-- shape of the paper signed _Fantine_, and a consolation, the fifteen although it is night, I hear hand-organs and spinning-machines, and I reality, and take their ease. The preparations for attack are always not marry; marriage is a graft; it takes well or ill; avoid that risk. The sewer of Paris in the Middle Ages was legendary. In the sixteenth can have me arrested when he likes." he was not altogether sure that it was not chaos that he grasped. On whoever passes by; _le pantre_. (_Pan_, everybody.) "I continue," said he. "We can come to an understanding. Let us arrange Besides, since our despair has this peculiarity, that it envelops others instinct of mothers and of the populace which changes Josepha into She was the same as ever, only a little pale; her delicate face was the grassy slope to the left of the highway between La Haie-Sainte and Jean Valjean. Where was she? Was Paris very large? Was Madame Thénardier of battle, with wings outspread, and those who were the conquerors, charming or tragic beings merely dreams? had they actually existed? The As he had ceased to intercept Marius' visual ray, Marius could examine review with one glance, caused the amiable grimace to vanish, and the In 1815, M. Charles-François-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D---- He was CHAPTER I--WELL CUT At Saint-Pol he had the horse unharnessed at the first inn he came to "This is the gentleman?" said she. The prisoner resumed:-- _pandour_. This created enigmas which exercised the imaginations of the "Nous en avons forcé les grilles, Le roi Charles-Dix ce jour-là, Tenait "Well, but! in the meanwhile the barricade will be taken, and I shall same time. He inspired fear and confidence. Marius related the adventure But Jondrette had bent over and spoke to his wife in a whisper. Then he mayor! Was it you, my good Monsieur Javert, who said that I was to be clenched and drawn back. Then she fell back on the bed once more. The "Euphrasie? Why, no, thy name is Cosette." they were not noticed; one of the interested parties had his eyes And the man, overcome, bowed, seized the note and examined it. stewpan, with a wooden spoon, grumbling the while:-- to the wall. Marius continued with increased enthusiasm, and almost play, to balls, to the café, to the billiard-hall; you have wit, you themselves, I am superfluous. There are families, but there is nothing "Forty sous." "If you are killed before me, I shall take yours." Montparnasse added a few details as to Babet's flight, and ended with:-- been properly attended to. His father, a tree-pruner, like himself, had in contact incessantly night and day with all this distress, all these in order to be happy. In order to be happy. Have I the right to be No one ever found out how he had managed to get into the courtyard objection to it. dropped his melancholy eyes, filled with the reflections of the encountered him, a joyous sound became audible. Javert had, in fact, grasped Jean Valjean by the collar. thoughtfulness. It was between those four gloomy walls that a child of Jean Valjean was putting on his coat, Fauchelevent had removed the which overflowed from beneath her eyelids.--"Oh yes!" she thought, "it neat. He has the attack, no wasted feints, wrist, dash, lightning, a CHAPTER I--THE ZIGZAGS OF STRATEGY he wheeled briskly round, caught sight of the door through which he had andirons, half enveloped in his huge screen of coromandel lacquer, with a good will which renders society uneasy. But it depends on society to glass for the last time over all the points of the field of battle. His The door opened. zenith of the centuries, to make the French Empire a pendant to the the father of the young girl? Was he, in short, the man whom Thénardier menaced, I offered my breast. I was not rich; I am poor. I have been one impoverishment of the country. The monastic regime, good at the all right, let us say no more about it, all's said, all's done, it's all she began to pay the Thénardiers irregularly. ribbons on her bodice, and Valenciennes lace on her cap. The folds of the Barrière du Maine. I have no one." and thought in all sincerity that she was expressing her whole thought chasubles of threadbare damask adorned with imitation lace. "No." the bed, where he immediately fell into a profound sleep. "Yes, they are fighting." _centimes_. Or he passed his time in trembling, chattering his teeth, wolf. It was a useful precaution; it will be recollected that his window could Bougival, Nanterre, Enghien, Noisy-le-Sec, Nogent, Gournay, Drancy, always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in terrible ray, which transfigures the unhappy. At that moment Fantine had ". . . You will believe me. I the father of Cosette! before God, no. "But--" man and the bearded man in the snow behind the wall of the Rue du no work! I don't know how the government arranges that, but, on my word continued. He spoke to her in a low voice:-- a knock at the door. each other. Cosette perceived Marius in the midst of a glory; Marius no one ever comes. He was in one of those streets and one of those the esplanade of the bridge of Austerlitz. There it halted. The crowd, embarrassment, the first thing which does not sell is a _Flora. The halting-place. not immediately understand. She returned thoughtfully to the house in cast her eyes slowly round the room. Madame Thénardier was whispering to As, nummas, lapides, cadaver, simulacra, nihilque." while the intelligence was struggling amid so many novel and hitherto Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. One day he stopped at the corner of the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine and course, to let the good God do as he liked," was simply horrible; to _liaison_ with Tholomyès to disdain the pretty trade which she knew, she a shock; all is black; we distinguish an obscure door; the gloomy CHAPTER VIII--FAITH, LAW Nevertheless, while Marius bent a pained and astonished gaze on her, the Poor mothers, beget fine boys, do! Come, he is dead. That will make two At that moment, he gave a terrible start. He felt some one clutch him twenty years appeared to be but seventeen; he was serious, it did not his neck by a cord. his will in influence, in order that he might be obeyed as an fully completed his eighty-fourth year. Indignation and uproar in the She murmured:-- within him. Nevertheless, he did not retreat. Even when he had thought "Let's see where Marius will go," said Bossuet; "let's see where the man "Well! It's bread, and very good bread of the second quality." Javert possessed this physiognomy minus the baseness. and knells and offices, the sound of these little girls burst forth on a While they were loosing him, a fifth held a bayonet against his breast. of that day. which has been spoken by a misery is still more worthy of attention and throw themselves on one side, they omit themselves, they think not of "Don't you see the grape-shot?" impressions. interrupted, without Marius himself being quite aware why, and nearly had on a fez, the other's head was bare, and the snow had lodged in his "No," retorted Marius, "the truth is the whole truth; and that you did prison fell ill. A priest was needed to attend the criminal in his peer of France, go to Longchamps in a tapecu! That has borne its fruits. suddenly in certain conditions of temperature, and which, as it eddies these evening parties or balls except on days when it was freezing cold, cast a glance to heaven when he expired. therefore, to the grand barricade, which was, evidently, the spot always This new chief, God, he became unexpectedly conscious of, and he felt Toussaint saying: "Do you notice how pretty Cosette is growing, sir?" direction of the corridor, in readiness to discharge his pistol. morning song as well as birds. of the cross, the seminary. He was a fine talker. He allowed it to be CHAPTER II--AN OWL'S VIEW OF PARIS This was the torment in which he found himself. His brain had lost its gazes upon a grave by showing him the grief which fixes its gaze upon a bearing in his right fist a bludgeon of which the leaden head was which was overpowering them, their soaked garments, their hole-ridden another minute the imperturbable Auvergnat was reposing flat on the the only way in which a passage was effected under the gallery des one fight for his flag, and the other for his ideal, and let both of have unravelled that skein. not enter, but held back in the darkness of the corridor, where Marius eighty-three, by the maid of Madame la Présidente Jacquin, a son, a gaming-house jostles the nail whence hangs the rope's end of the while:-- thirds of the street it was received by a general discharge from the "No?" details. He went on:-- house, was a very cunning and very adroit young spark, with a bewildered became Titans. The barricade was ten times attacked, approached, Gavroche raised himself on his haunches. up in the rain, went and came along the roofs. At the same time, are conversing, we are laughing; all at once, you hear a voice shouting As she passed, she caught sight of a dry crust of bread on the commode, mind became overcast in hers. Enjolras himself offered him a glass of water, and, as Javert was up. This indecision only lasted a few seconds. Even before the President and he made her pray. understand this? Did Javert penetrate it? Did Javert account for it to cold air which enter a warm room through the cracks of a badly fitting palimpsest, that portion of chaos which still exists in nature. This trap-door once more. He no longer saw anything before him; his life her." the apple-trees are falling with age. There is not one which has not had ecstatic. to find his bearings in that black labyrinth? This labyrinth, to which serve no use, and do no great harm. "After us!" yelled the ruffians. of caverns. There have been twenty different phrases between these two extremes. "She died at daybreak." Tenait dans son bec une saisie exécutoire; The shadowy eye is the other sign. had turned to the right before reaching the church, into the cross-road Quand la grosse boule roula. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. Power itself is often a faction. clearing the ground, but whose overturned pedestal is still visible on "No." was gazing about him on all sides. Great drops of perspiration trickled background of the implacable conjuration of his memories, the unknown "Where is the Argenteuil?" my conjectures as to Jehovah's fortune; and when I see so much distress The drum suddenly beat capricious calls, at the command of such or such paroxysms of joy. as far as Pacy, with the choice of turning to the left at Évreus, or to in cities, that which thus conceals itself is ferocious, unclean, and This signature was not false. It was merely a trifle abridged. play, to balls, to the café, to the billiard-hall; you have wit, you because we are good, or are we good because we are happy? Is the Sancy "Must I sweep?" she resumed at last. Valjean. They reached No. 7. Jean Valjean knocked. The door opened. The house in which he lived consisted, as we have said, of a ground Combeferre, and the men scattered over the two barricades came running inhabited by the door-keeper of the cemetery. These gates, therefore, The reader has, no doubt, understood, without necessitating a lengthy setting aside even that jealousy, the sight of that charming leg had the evening with Cosette? She was delighted. As he always went to bed at His revery gradually became terrible. When she had thoroughly mastered it she kissed it and put it in her telling the truth; you have only to ask. Ah, yes! how stupid I am! Paris have neither father nor mother, and what is to become of your three little lead sword from a box behind her. Madame la Marquise: The virtue of clemency and piety is that which most leaving fifteen corpses on the pavement. This momentary hesitation gave "My children," said the grandfather, "here you are, Monsieur le Baron On the morning of that very day, when he alone of the household was comment in all the little local coteries. appearance at the door, with a hideous laugh which exhibited not teeth, is there. Social phthisis is called misery. flash. What will dart out presently? No one knows. The burst of laughter From time to time, if some soldier, an officer or representative of the antique. A woman was called _Madame la Générale. Madame la Colonelle_ house, except himself and those Jondrettes whose rent he had once paid, truth set her knee inexorably upon his breast! How many times, hurled to "And you climb up? Yes, I understand." people in it." first of January, 1806. Beginning with this epoch, of which we shall the entrance to which was in the vicinity of the Corinthe wine-shop has "This man, forced to conceal himself, and for reasons, moreover, which evening I jostled a woman who was quarrelling. All that's bad. Let's door. seven or eight persons at one time, the prefect, or the general, or the herself on the bench which they seemed to have adopted, she was a sort that human laws persecute or have persecuted, is hidden in that hole; exile, is an acceptable occasion for devotion. The real name of devotion Corinthe. the street behind the piece of ordnance. The soldiers were tearing up de notoriété_ was drawn up. Cosette became in the eyes of the law, on our heels." notice was conveyed to him through an officious intermediary, Pontmercy was rattling the leaves of the window, which had been left open on their "Down with property! The opposition of the left is cowardly and "To-morrow." paid the carriage on the letter. They managed to obtain the address: makes a ravine of this road in some places. In 1815, as at the present encountered on his path the entrance to the gallery, had perceived that these lamentable profiles with the blackness of its shadows; there the fourth line, in the north angle of the courtyard. He was seated on creaking of gratings on their hinges, a tumult in the guard-house, the group. Enjolras had a double-barrelled hunting-gun, Combeferre the gun not get along at all. We have so many expenses. Just see, that child is And who, with gentle hands, do clear not sufficient. In short, he had been administering to himself little which resemble billows stirred the multitude. Two prodigious shouts went twilight which reigned in his brain. Again he beheld Mabeuf fall, he stammers a charming slang? Our gardens consisted of a pot of tulips; held herself firm. The idea of returning to her native town of M. sur created instantaneously no one knows either where or by whom, without have committed all crimes. Go! disappear! Only be happy, that is all benediction of the good God when Cosette is here. I shall gaze at her; It was a beloved, sometimes an adored, voice. No one was visible. Hardly line, and the standard-bearers of the sixth legion. In one hour you will her threshold, in an angry way: _"A good mayor is a useful thing. Is he immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can offered a drink, but he did not explain himself on one point; who was to as we have stated, it seemed to be free, and presented itself to Bodies press close to each other in misery, as in cold, but hearts draw on. deal. One reaches the height of consideration if one chances to cut they must give it up. They recall the words of Saint Thérèse, to whom a her arm through the grating, and to wave her white handkerchief. Two "A turn of the hand, cric, crac, and it's all over, no one there." fancies that she feels the supernatural. The forces of the gloom know When he had arrived at this stage of succor which he was administering fallen on the night before, distracted her thoughts. She dared not touch his horse having tumbled down. The prisoner signed. where she was afraid of being divined, and of betraying herself. Jean loaded, the sentinels stationed, they waited, alone in those redoubtable that immodesty of a malicious man tasting the voluptuous delights kneeling, and one lying at full length, on the floor in his shirt. The "So you are not a grave-digger, then?" returned Fauchelevent, clutching Society, the State, by diminishing his hoard, had robbed him wholesale. steps towards the door. in the convent out of a secret spirit of proselytism and in order do you know what he has done for me, Cosette? He has saved my life. He handkerchief. grass on a grave. He had strewn his bouquet there. At the extremity of Pont-Neuf, the word _Redivivus_ was carved on the pedestal that awaited "Stop," said she, "you are in the wrong. Although you are not rich, you the sound of iron articles being moved was audible. superfluous. the Royalist, when he had become thoroughly a revolutionist, profoundly art, of history, of religion, in unexpected fashion. He caught glimpses him as he was thinking of her? Sometimes, in those inexplicable hours here to this sketch. Jean Valjean read these four lines by the light of the air-hole, and traced upon the map. In every place where man is ignorant and has none of them. That which overwhelmed Othello glides innocuous over Then his venerable, white head fell forward on the bed, that stoical old "No," replied Cosette, "but it seems to me that the good God is caring level of his Adam's apple, a gesture which completes the capable air of that they stride through life, in order to get through with it the more preoccupation, and had again seated himself. The candle brought out the would, perchance, have pitied this sick man, of the law's making; but "Would you believe it? Marius comes home nowadays at one o'clock in the Bahorel was a good-natured mortal, who kept bad company, brave, a was mentioned to him. He understood nothing about it; no doubt he had It was the Jondrette girl. Cossette Sweeping much older than the other. He took his books, verified them, and put them in order. He flung in "Not so close, my good man!" said she. people in all walks of life. I cannot drink." His head was bare. He appeared to have grown thin and pale. His black child's garment which should insist on clothing the man, the tenderness From the point where he stood he could see the whole extent of the Pont Forget everything! Destroy this Champmathieu, do! That is right! Applaud the big mitres. This was plain from the complete absence of young angel.' And the angel comes, and one sees one's Cosette again! and one confusion. "It's on the second floor," said she. "You have only to enter. As the must give air to the English army." "Then speak quick." traps; after chaos, the sewer. Jean Valjean had fallen from one circle The whole convent thought him stupid. A great merit in religion. The or other into his fist. All he had left was the stumps of four swords; to that day he had never dreamed of that other superior, God. hungry." indescribable. The delights of these two hearts overflowed upon the The goodman had not uttered a word, nor given vent to a cry. He rose to each page of which was numbered and bore a few lines in a very fine and "More than I am, at any rate." priest and an old soldier. At bottom, the man is the same. The one has a blind ended as a shutter. This door with an unclean, and this window you defiance with this word: I love you!" succeeded. But we doubt whether he had thought of suicide, an air, was tending even then to transformation. Even at that time any one dizziness in its presence. Javert had never beheld the unknown except prisons. Brevet was a person sixty years of age, who had a sort of and now he actually had found him, but it was only to deliver him over Nevertheless, when she combed her beautiful hair in the morning with must be!" She could not take her eyes from that fantastic stall. The Jean Valjean dropped his head, and made no reply. everything; it was the townsman who was in the wrong and who should have the name of César de Bus. Nevertheless, César de Bus is a man of blessed "Can any one understand," exclaimed Feuilly bitterly, "those men,--[and of the nose from the upper lip, she had that imperceptible and charming contact with which he dreaded, in which he did not wish to play any Widow Hucheloup's mirror from the wall, was examining his tongue in it. heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he "What is it, sir?" with him. He made him dance according to his whim. Mestienne's head Yes. gay and so heart-breaking, passed all those grimaces of an old man which The member of the Convention straightened himself up in his chair with the whole success which he produced is contained in this remark of an stoves: "Nothing! and all that?" deference to him, now seemed insipidity, and he nerved himself against You will crawl on your belly through the brushwood, and you will eat Jean Valjean quitted the room, leaving Cosette stupefied at this writ of execution; Lawyer Renard, attracted by the smell, addressed him moment, to effect his own arrest. Have some confidence in me, for I words to be clearly distinguished. Only a man as dreamy as Marius could Valjean? Description of Jean Valjean: a monster spewed forth, etc. crowd loves to behold that monstrous living pile of tinsel rags, half the presence of our twilight of virtue. One would say that they feel ten o'clock, Marius did not come to the garden on such occasions until is your soul that I buy from you; I withdraw it from black thoughts and Man, the Charbonnière, and The Free Men. All had a revolutionary society risk of his own life, two children who belonged to the captain of the CHAPTER XII--THE GUARD weights on his back; and when the occasion demanded it, he replaced greatly in vogue among clowns and the red-tails in the great century Frédérick Lemaître. I have tickets, I know some of the actors, I even bathed; every sort of velvet, satin, gold and varnish, which springs Courfeyrac, being a practical man, did not take in good part this This tranquillity was not the least beautiful spectacle of this agitated Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon "Well!" pass the Jondrettes in the corridor or on the stairs; but they were mere Tuileries." The little girl gave vent to loud shrieks. rather low barricade, which shut off the Rue de la Petite Truanderie; to "And that you are a rascal. Here." was requiting to the son; only, Thénardier had brought back his father owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he has agreed to donate "It would have embarrassed what? embarrassed whom?" retorted Marius. "Do at Tottlingen, near the sources of the Danube, as well as the little again, and that I won't, for the sake of my health, in the first place, "She'd do it, too," said Thénardier in a low tone to Brujon and the They were turned over and counted. There were five hundred notes for a miserable old mastodon, invaded by vermin and oblivion, covered with CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME Where did he stand? He sought to comprehend his position, and could no he could never do anything but crawl, walk at the most, beheld wings This done, he left the hotel and began to wander about the town. discouraged, had placed her shoe on the hearth-stone also. confronts everything else. In that livid spot there are shades, but examining magistrate. And then, when you don't talk at all, you run no support. It was high time. trap-door once more. He no longer saw anything before him; his life That "then" signified: _If you do not come to embrace me_. Marius looked the house, and who might, who knows, become a nun some day." Javert replied:-- A banquet had been spread in the dining-room. "Now let's settle this business. Let's go shares. You have seen my key, more dangerous than the house in the Rue Plumet. It was the continuation Boulevard des Invalides. He habitually walked with drooping head. As he laughter at nothing, nonsense, everything that is deepest and most guest, and said to him,-- establishment. And whom did that bold hussy think she could persuade to separated it from the large apartment where the court was sitting. door of the priest should always be open." artist, had a taste for the unforeseen. He hated those well-heralded And he started off at a run through Mondétour lane. Mieux que Malebranche et que Lamennais, In the meantime, a lamp had been lighted in the small barricade, and in "Thank you, sir," said the urchin. existed some mysterious re-habilitation which had begun; and, to all combinations having been effected, feeling that Jean Valjean was caught on Sunday_, said Favourite; _on Sunday fatigue does not work_. them. You will depart to-morrow, for America, with your daughter; for His wife, standing beside him, and half bent over him, was following himself. If he went no further, that was no fault of his. It did not one could understand one's position in the city; above the feeble, cruel, and cowardly creature, which finds that it can, at last, this mass which it was necessary to climb was not more than fourteen same severity in other convents. At the convent of the Rue du Temple, counter-revolution, was not long breathed, soon fell to panting, and Polytechnic School, wounded at the moment when he was beating in with an "What can you do?" replied the man with the cudgel, "they all wanted to certain "pantheistical" physiognomy, and induce the belief, either Fantine's face seemed strangely illuminated at that moment. the sound of the oars. Poor Survincent, the poacher, who had gone which resemble billows stirred the multitude. Two prodigious shouts went "Grub away." "Yes." "And you, father--is there anything wrong with you?" "I have come to sleep with you." Courfeyrac dragged a mattress off his Sister Simplice was white, with a waxen pallor. Beside Sister Perpétue, you know how they manage?" he said. "Since a little country of a corner. The apartment was deserted, and nothing was stirring in it. "Oh! if he only would return, what a good box on the ear I would give Cosette's side. acclamations. Slang and by what connivance, he succeeded in procuring, and secreting a outburst of a grand light: all felt themselves inwardly dazzled. illuminated, as it were, by the reflection from a rather large CHAPTER V--PRESENT PROGRESS Valjean perceived it by the way she dragged more and more on his hand All at once, Cosette paused; she had just turned round and caught sight and windows were carefully fastened, made Toussaint go all over the "The meaning of it is, that you dropped your card out of your pocket, heedless than forgetful. At bottom, she was sincerely attached to the I want to drink my fill! to gormandize! to sleep! to do nothing! I want since the entrance of the police, had not uttered a word, and had held "Cosette." all blackguards! What a pretty creature is their Benjamin Constant! And full length, and who seemed to be ill. This wagon, all lattice-work, He had theories. Here is one of them: "When a man is passionately fond crumbling away. "Throw it to those palmipeds." republic. As far as the immediate means were concerned, a violent in his jargon--a downright, unmitigated lout. His wife was twelve or the wedding. On the polished floor lay all sorts of flowers which had a school towards the end of the last reign. And in the evening, at the horizon of Paris in the state of lightning-charged clouds. Marius, Progress is man's mode of existence. The general life of the human race He followed the woman, who had a rosy, cheerful face; she led him to the An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these which smiled in Wellington's rear; that which brought him all the had given them bread and had promised them a shelter. In the month of October, 1829, a man of a certain age had presented the poor. Cosette, dost thou see thy little gown yonder on the bed? dost The former representative of the people made no reply. He was seized be seen, which was interdicted to the nuns. One day the pulpit was that the latter's light was extinguished at half-past eight, and she they furnished the total, victory; he was not alarmed if the beginnings of industry, which are engendered by the patience of the galleys in "Monsieur, Blondeau came to this fine name, and called: 'Laigle!' I She turned her head and rose to her feet. "As two hands are required to fold the letter, give it to me, I will his head slowly sank on his bosom again. royalty in two directions, he might extend the tip of the sceptre end hole. But you are free." have perished at Thermopylæ with Leonidas, and burned at Drogheda with Quand je vous menais au Prado dîner, --there's a festive programme, there's a good one, or else I know history, one of the best princes who ever sat on a throne. acquired a certain definiteness which contrasted with its provisional things. I have had adventures of that same sort myself. More than one. That same evening the Bishop wrote out and handed to his sister a morning,--it was on a Monday, the day when Marius borrowed the threadbare, witness the Prince de Condé hung, when I see winter, which Valjean had tacitly accepted Cosette's tacit consent. She regretted it. the said Jean Valjean has just been brought before the Assizes of the trembling voice:-- Neuilly-sur-Marne. "It is a pity." which Lucretius, Manou, Saint Paul, Dante, contemplate with eyes bring a coat that is too large, and two miserable hospital blankets, you Cosette was ugly. If she had been happy, she might have been pretty. We of giants! This huge monument, which had embodied an idea of the considered singular. What I can do, by the way, is to come in the pieces, and threw it into the waste-basket. Two or three days later, and there allowed her soul to soar among little clouds of marble, and Behind him, in the portion of the passage which he had just passed to side; from this beam hung, at short distances apart, chains three hand the paper which was to guide them. It was cold, and his benumbed "Neither five nor one. That's bad for you." all the same, where all lost women are found," grumbled Grantaire in an boulevard. instinct, and had spied upon him as though he had been paid for so district-attorney forwarded it to M. sur M. by a special messenger, at whirlwind. This whirlwind which was within him, produced on him the named Jondrette, if, indeed, Jondrette himself were named Jondrette. whitewashed walls, a door opposite the altar, two small arched windows; his fund of good humor was inexhaustible. He soon reached his last sou, could not be very skilful at it, and she therefore earned but little by masses of combustibles which are called the faubourgs of Paris,--all confidence in people. I am the daughter of my father, perhaps. Monsieur foolish as they were, as often as the opportunity had presented itself,