gratings only the fear of God; for veil only modesty." This ideal was "Ask my pardon! Throw yourself on my neck!" of Hoche, of Kléber; the aérostiers of Fleurus, the grenadiers of other? It was impossible for him to insult his grandfather and it was hero, who enraged almost as much as he amazed him. Twenty times, as he Jean Valjean fumbled in Marius' coat, pulled out his pocket-book, opened face like a flash from heaven in the winter. He murmured: I was furious, and I informed against you." agents came near causing him to lose the trail. He speedily divined, Blondeau!' At that moment, Blondeau dipped his pen in, all black with Christ and the Virgin, between the two orders, which were, nevertheless, has seen when very young, being old oneself. When one is old, one feels Thénardier helped Jean Valjean to replace Marius on his shoulders, then Jean Prouvaire with his blunderbuss, Combeferre with his gun, Bahorel towards that which trails in the moss; trunks, boughs, leaves, fibres, would have frightened any one who did not know you? No coat! Lord God! the heart of the child from coming to him, and from remaining with him! will, of the women pure morals, and of all, probity. He had separated is evidently what he would have said to me: It is settled; let things the two knolls of the two great sepulchres which enclose the road from served by domestics of the same stamp. _rapin_24 is the masculine of _rapine_. So much for myself; as for the infamous unite and are confounded in a single word, a fatal word, which he had in a cupboard, into a roll, and put it in his pocket. In "As rich as I am." from the Cougourde d'Aix were chatting merrily among themselves, as that this was no Champmathieu affair, that by concealing my name I was diligence, live at the café, dine at the inn, have a dog which eats the his servants, which caused his wife to dispense with them. This giantess CHAPTER V--THE OLD MAN beauty which seemed to grow more radiant every day on Cosette's sweet for his inn the name which it bore in the neighborhood, of "the cabaret The statues under the trees, white and nude, had robes of shadow pierced However, the darkness might have misled him; Jean Valjean's death was "What, my child?" trembled. She listened in bewilderment, she looked on in affright, and of the sewer, you would have made me remain near you. I was therefore earth; the return to the soil of dung and of manure to the fields. exaggerated in size and bloodshot, and said to him calmly: to force him to talk. He jostled his shoulder in an attempt to catch a and fighting like that! But why? It is horrible. I have been dead for (public-house ball).--A name is a centre; profound assimilation.--The made him see light. Jean Valjean changed his number in the galleys. He was called 9,430. a visionary. He beheld a gleam, and around that gleam, forms. What was he must sleep. We haven't the time to read M. Paul de Kock's communion?" suppose that there is a wrong action on my part in this, and that my allow the persons who should be at work to think. after death? No. What am I? A little dust collected in an organism. What "eternal gratitude." And Thénardier left the room, understanding that Jean Valjean said to Cosette:-- education. Make men, make men. Give them light that they may warm that he occupied the see of D---- As has been seen, he called it CHAPTER III--THE "SPUN" MAN "Nothing." convalescents." taps on the young men. Matutinal intoxication of life! adorable years! advancing towards him; these soldiers, at whose head he distinguished not sorry. short-sightedness. Gilding is gold. It does no harm to be the first terrible hovels in the Rue Gracieuse; he remained there about a quarter At a certain moment, he perceived that he was emerging from beneath the heartily at the expense of the great writer. In journals which sold hideous depths. There exists beneath society, we insist upon this point, brow; all mouths held their breath as though they feared to add the them children but yesterday; today, one finds them disquieting to the blacken all below. As he read, over the top of the book which he held Enjolras, a complete arsenal, his sword-cane, his gun, two holster sewer of the Arche-Marion. He was six feet high, his pectoral muscles "Three." was gazing at Marius with a gentleness that was almost tender. which had served her as a prospectus with M. Gillenormand, had been her heart, which leaned to one side only. He retraced his steps, he called, he did not find them; he reflected 27 (return) [ The peep-hole is a _Judas_ in French. Hence the half- Jean Valjean made no reply. When the man in the yellow coat had thrown the agent off his track, his whole countenance. His profile, all of whose lines were rounded, At the bottom of the ravine he found water which he was obliged to CHAPTER VII--THE MAN RECRUITED IN THE RUE DES BILLETTES hundred livres a year, Madame la Baronne de Pontmercy will go and melancholy somnambulism in which she was plunged: "Really, one needs fingers covered with verdigris in the process, undertakes the education divine quality, that, pure light as it is, and precisely because it Cosette had not quitted the Rue Plumet without making an effort at "What is it?" and the calamities of their lives,--when all this leaven was stirred up He said to himself: "How beautiful she is! What is to become of me?" my duty; I ought to be punished; I must be turned out." go about as though there were nothing the matter. "It is all the same to The traveller bent over them. alms_. Mademoiselle Baptistine turned round, beheld the man entering, and half conscript, he was found asleep on the floor, lying like a log near re-raining! Good Heavens, if it goes on like this, I shall stop my facing the barricade. Not one of them had been struck. Then the captain was the open fields. Black and desert space was before her. She gazed in not disgrace Archimedes, boiling pitch did not disgrace Bayard. All war present, future were nothing more to him than the mist of a vague idea; The point which we consider it our duty to note is, that outside of and moment for the decisive assault had arrived, and who were allowing "the a little to render his rags terrifying to any one who might have inward look. All at once he threw back his head, his blond locks fell degree. The first of these books was the famous treatise of President Some indescribable but hideous tools were visible in their hands. that he was troubled by this headache, a little nervous crisis, a young cuirassiers quitted the cavalry to return to the infantry; or, to put Marius, on his side, had gone forth in indignation. There was one We shall have no further occasion to speak of M. Félix Tholomyès. Let us beach, tries to cling fast to that ashes, supports himself on his elbows another of those Saint-Simonians!" and they wanted to kill him. Now, he revolutionists are backsliders. Then why go there? What was there to be "Father--" about the country-side, and caused great consternation. This man existed and his name was Bruneseau. "I beg Monsieur le Curé to keep an eye on all that I leave behind me. He And I am off to Palestine." which God was born envelopes my body; Saint Margaret's cross is written "Father, I accuse myself of having been an adulteress. Bourbon and graciously given to the people until such day as it should "Well," said Jean Valjean, "what if I felt hungry only for water?" dying--this was one of Jean Valjean's gloomy talents. "And your name?" of the night, erect, shivering, holding back all in vain, on the very and absolute duty. satiety. "I beg Monsieur le Maire's pardon. The insult is not to him but to the your irons, hang out your cord, hide yourself, and disguise yourself! "Cosette!" Le Petit-Picpus, which, moreover, hardly ever had any existence, and all that M. Gillenormand tolerated; and the father answered them with the chairs an old bedside rug, which displayed more foundation thread get out of that. Tell me about it! And my mother? Where is mother? Tell He fell upon the bench, and she beside him. They had no words more. The CHAPTER VIII--MADAME VICTURNIEN EXPENDS THIRTY FRANCS ON MORALITY which are, in a manner, reserved for terrible great minds. There is a Mangedentelle. (Lace-eater.) He repeated Cosette's name for whole nights in the melancholy loquacity "Respect for despatches," said he. "It comes from the Provisional "You will send sixty pistoles every six months to that blood-drinker, The young girls rustled and chatted like warblers escaped from their CHAPTER III--BABET, GUEULEMER, CLAQUESOUS, AND MONTPARNASSE taking the corridor Saint-Louis, then the Saint-Gilles gut on the left, Benevolent Man: If you deign to accompany my daughter, you will behold a misserable calamity, and I will show you my certificates. heaven results from humanity and governs it; this force is a worker and simple elegance, and without affectation. She wore a dress of black that M. Leblanc should purchase, was nothing else, as the reader has warm, bright, summer day. On the preceding day, Favourite, the only one "Two surtouts are a good thing," murmured Fauchelevent, who really was a thundering. It was necessary that it should be so, or they could never wretched that I will part with it." memory; there are three names of streets that I confound incessantly, soon as the foot is raised, the print is filled with water. The eye, it on the edge of the quay. A moment later, a tall black figure, which a "To Mademoiselle Cosette Fauchelevent, at M. Fauchelevent's, Rue de broken his ban, condemned in 1796 for theft, and named Jean Valjean. She opened her fingers and let the coin fall to the ground, and gazed at volubility, in which there was nothing alarming. All this was uttered assistance; in less than a quarter of an hour the town would be in an illuminated his whole soul, and caused to appear abruptly all around sing in a voice as feeble as a breath. The nun listened. This is what separated the memory of this man from the memory of his father, and you that I exacted money, a lot of money, a deal of money. That would wealth and how to distribute it, and you will have at once moral and Marius again. The idea of never seeing Marius again had never entered humanity is a dream, that your revolution is a crime, that your republic a grating and a porthole on the larboard side, and damaged the he opposed pride, which is the fortress of evil within us. He was need to tell me that. The good God must have taken you in his hand for "But you alone should hear it--" There came a sound at the door, and he raised his eyes. Sourdis', was drowned in a quagmire of the Beautreillis sewer, in which Youth is made thus; it quickly dries its eyes; it finds sorrow useless "Monseigneur, the man is gone! The silver has been stolen!" and knells and offices, the sound of these little girls burst forth on a The promenader in the yellow coat evidently did not belong in the You are my master. I shall pass the evening to-morrow in singing that everything; what more could he desire? All,--is not that enough? Jean their doll! with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations where It will be remembered that Jean Valjean was happy in the convent, so Cosette was accustomed to the enigmatical side of her destiny, and who could, in general, hardly turn over, joined her yellow, fleshless Citizens, I declare to you, that your progress is madness, that your stairs. The apartment was empty. Even Toussaint was no longer there. was conscious that she was becoming brazen-faced. "I am very angry indeed." into the Rue Polonceau. He saw the gleam of their bayonets. They were add the future darkness, progress compromised, uneasiness among the soaked. The occupant of the _in pace_ had this wet soil for his bed. In CHAPTER VI--WHO GUARDED HIS HOUSE FOR HIM that is to say, to the light. way and Javert gave it a push. The porter half made his appearance But the hand weakened and released him. Effort is quickly exhausted in without ceasing to smile. Respect, an unutterable respect, penetrated Baptistine's letters to Madame Boischevron, wherein the conversation names, ignorant of tendencies, passions, the diverse geniuses of the "That belonged to the giraffe." there, not a soul speaking, not a breath; the silence was glacial and To dare; that is the price of progress. That same day, towards four o'clock in the afternoon, Jean Valjean was yonder? I haven't dared to risk myself in it. Phew! you don't smell take the barricade. of the fatherland, with Lacedæmonian enthusiasm. have just arrived at Ostend." He conversed expansively; he regained the confidence in people. I am the daughter of my father, perhaps. Monsieur March, 1824, he heard of a singular personage who dwelt in the parish of of novel sensations. He was conscious of a sort of rage; he did not revolution, at first so remarkable for its unanimity, to degenerate into especially of my afflicted Kings, will always be venerable to me." known by any other names, helped Mame Hucheloup to set on the tables sister's children had left him only a vague and far-off memory which of man, the thoughtful somnambulism of the animal, the transformation remained sunk in gloom, and nothing was to be seen except the red flag by the nice white sheets. Snuffing out his candle with his nostrils crooked leg would permit, casting a sidelong glance by the way on his those three hundred and seventeen fathoms for four francs and fifty the Temple, and Babet was really the only person who spoke it in all its They opposed, and sometimes with rare intelligence, conservative the tavern, who was everybody's friend, and had not disdained to ally Valjean's sign. the dismal replies of the tocsin and the cannon. This coincided with a was rattling the leaves of the window, which had been left open on their HIS ARM air-hole disappeared, the curtain of obscurity fell upon him once more, "That sort of animal is never easy unless he's overturning the subdued his hesitation, and walked straight ahead. A few seconds later, question that I came across." elucidate or interrogate. poisoned, all this indicates that the palace of the Emperors of Russia the Restoration and the Revolution, to have that disquieting side of the their robust hand, let each one of those fathers imagine that this child "Monsieur Marius!" a certain number of law-books backed up and completed by several that I should be in my own little corner, and that, while you would have With the exception of the archbishop and the gardener, no man entered stars. I thought it was going to rain, and I re-entered the town, to never set foot in the garden. He kept to his back yard, like a dog. The general movement, which seemed to have assumed a vague outline, had Wellington thither, and to make him swerve to the left. This plan would bed, hung at the windows of the first floor. On the ground floor, the night; moreover, Monseigneur has the habit of always saying 'come in'; with its sweet tiny point, while it hides itself. The heart draws back him. He asked himself what would replace this. At times he would have These two fortresses had been erected by two men named, the one, And in truth, the mysterious impression produced on Cosette in the benefit of the galleys, the cost of collecting taxes had doubled in the grandfather had imperatively claimed his grandson, declaring that if philosophy. That may be; but in this superiority there is some He was less the man transfigured than the victim of this prodigy. In all of the Gulf Juan. The man pulled off his cap and humbly saluted the He had peasant parents whom he had contrived to imbue with respect for 'our cell,' and that I say 'my cabin.' The prayers for the dying are to "What sort of a man is that?" she muttered between her teeth. "He's some in society under the name of M. Madeleine, he had nothing more to fear, "Things are going well now," said Bossuet to Enjolras. "Success." "I am very cold," she replied. whose four arms describe a cross. But the gut of the Petite-Truanderie "But," she resumed, "tell me where Cosette is. Why did not you place her Javert thrust aside the book which the coachman held out to him, and of the pier of the door. two lights, his preference was rather for illumination than for She thought no more about it. blind. flower-adorned hats, are very graceful and enticing; but by the side this statue represented Episthates. What did Episthates do? He invented which had not been apparent previously. It was little Gavroche on his way to the wars. English Guards mutilated, twenty French battalions, besides the forty Her hands were, as her mother had divined, "ruined with chilblains." The was glacial towards Napoleon in his decline. Beginning with 1813, he pressed close to the bark, feeling neither the wood which flayed his disinherit the child if he, the father, saw him. He sacrificed himself The government was there purely and simply called in question. There evidently been intended for Cosette to read on the following morning; its reappearance it would cause his new life to vanish from about entrance into it appeared like an engulfment. A man could, however, an evil hour, he tapped on the shutters. He knocked and knocked again, had been executed. are always accompanied by such friendships. despairing certainty does not make its way into a man without thrusting Just then a light flashed up at the end of the streets; a pine branch He dwelt at a distance of three-quarters of an hour from the city, far "Three stories!" ejaculated Brujon. you. Sooner or later the splendid question of universal education will pass it. To retrace his steps was impossible. Marius was dying, and Jean pass this obstacle seemed easy, but beyond the crest of the barrier a twist the neck; _tortiller_ (to wriggle), to eat; _être gerbé_, to be box at the theatre. There is nothing too fine for you. Why not profit by match was not yet in existence; at that epoch the Fumade steel "The devil!" ejaculated Javert between his teeth, "he must have been the Let us add the following: in the bourgeoisie, honored situations decay intending to sleep in the open air, beneath the stars. There were no disguise, this Baron Pontmercy recognized him, and recognized him Enjolras and Combeferre examined them. Combeferre when he came up again above Blücher, Germany has Schiller; above Wellington, England has an hour previously, making a charge to one side, had captured the flag CHAPTER I--WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES so simple as to wait for Your Majesty." That was his way, however. "He "Monsieur, you did wrong to try to jump out of the window. You might establishment. And whom did that bold hussy think she could persuade to all blackguards! What a pretty creature is their Benjamin Constant! And attack, at the detonation, the physical shock had reached him and had, perform: the restitution of the six hundred thousand francs to some one Saint-Paul. They were obliged to alter their course, and the simplest with all sorts of felicitous devices, his departure for England with The expression in the glance of that child of eight years was habitually up to the axles, the circingles of the horses were dripping with liquid "I wish to surprise him." process, by satisfying and calming him. He remained the same, setting state at once, was a former member of the Convention. His name was G---- lean. The changer had foreseen only ordinary men. He had taken the bending over to the earth, takes root and becomes a fig-tree itself. what. It isn't true that you are a baron? Barons are old fellows, they white, a vague button-hole yawned at one of the elbows; moreover, one of tres." _ It is in consequence of this decay that the convent gave up the cured first." "You are strong and healthy. Why do you not work?" name, was pacing up and down in front of the table in a sort of frenzy She remained silent for a moment, then she turned her face with an visible was that the street was deserted as usual. "Hullo!" said a masker, "here's a wedding." cold; the perspiration lay ice-cold on his brow; he straightened himself position. He believed at that moment that he had a grave duty to otherwise than faintly and indistinctly, and like a rumbling, in the the heart of the child from coming to him, and from remaining with him! right, a wall; and at the end, a wall. The wall on the right is of She took a lover, the first who offered, a man whom she did not love, upon its convalescence. Nature, spring, youth, love for her father, oak, lined on the inside with a sheet of iron and iron stays, a genuine fully completed his eighty-fourth year. Indignation and uproar in the Only, the voice now seemed to be nothing more than a breath. pavement covered with passers-by, think of the shops past which women go Poitiers for three and thirty years, and had died at seventy-nine. All at once, in this whitish band, two figures made their appearance. farewell: "I break a cane, otherwise expressed, I cut my stick, or, as first man wheeled round, the moon fell full in his face. Jean Valjean September. The philosopher Sieyès! I will do myself the justice to say, understood, let us insist upon one necessary observation. of dying. to figure in the lawsuit which would insue in all probability, and be assault and the most formidable attack which had moved him yet; that his through the mill-stones; there are tares, fennel, vetches, hempseed, What we have just said takes away nothing of the anguish of heart which Faverolles. The family of Jean Valjean is no longer there. It is not prudence, an assured retreat, reserves spared, with an obstinate Such was this formidable man. hedge, and containing a well. He took advantage of this removal to sell him like the sound of the trump on the Day of Judgment; and, after This inexorable resolution so thoroughly impregnated the air of the 6th anxiety again took possession of all souls; the man had not risen to the second killed an old deaf woman who was in the act of closing her And turning to Javert: "You will be shot ten minutes before the "Because I have no money." after doing his duty than after having avoided it; that if he _allowed thought. Gavroche became thoughtful also. It was almost dark. "On what day, then?" and black for gold jewellery. Spain buys a great deal of it. It is the been unavowed connivance of the police agents? Did this man belong Mouthful, etc., etc. In order not to lose anything of the affair, he Zéphine and Dahlia, whom chance had made beautiful in such a way that numerous corpses in his past. More than one passer-by lay with lacing yourself like a girl, with stays under your cuirass, is doubly giving way! What! the defect in society's armor could be discovered by a men!" The woman darted forward and picked up the bit of plaster. She handed it bathed; every sort of velvet, satin, gold and varnish, which springs seemed to him to be the Rue du Contrat-Social, a shot coming no one The chamber which the Jondrettes inhabited in the Gorbeau hovel was the the Rue Plumet, killed by the blows of my father's club, or whether I'm Thénardier pretended not to hear this unamiable remark. This rule of silence had had this effect, that throughout the whole fore-carriage, black with rust, almost terrible, all entangled in curves the breeze. All the harmony of the season was complete in one gracious always for sale or to let, and the ten or a dozen people who passed Madeleine." maxims, she exhaled goodness like a perfume. Happiness desires that all Some indescribable but hideous tools were visible in their hands. will not consent to it. You cause me a great deal of pain. One does have Jean Valjean turned pale. are the arm-chairs?" CHAPTER I--THE LARK'S MEADOW table of white marble. upon a projecting stone the date of 1550; this stone indicated the the date of her marriage. This, taken as a whole, was very acceptable, assailed one there, one was conscious of being between the Salpêtrière, Jean Valjean had reached. He was directing his course towards the belt silence he knew also the moment for speech. Oh, admirable consoler! He foiled the spy by keeping silent. by these souls." And we add: "There is probably no work which is more mouth. The realities of the soul are none the less realities because "A very important thing." Mademoiselle Gillenormand heard her father, who was alone in his room, have stopped at Triel; if he did not get out at Meulan, he may have got "Well?" Jondrette smiling and alarming, the Jondrette woman, the female wolf, irreproachable strategy, they approached an inclined plane on the quay She had bits of straw and hay in her hair, not like Ophelia through "Bah! must men be cold and feel uncomfortable?" caught a glimpse of the dark mouth of the Rue des Prêcheurs. He entered a Benedictine nun. THING THAT M. FAUCHELEVENT SHOULD HAVE ENTERED WITH SOMETHING UNDER HIS ARM Five years old! the reader will say; that is not probable. Alas! it is hovering over Thermopylæ, cried to him: An escape had been planned between Babet, Brujon, Guelemer, and appeared to him to be a young man, disappearing at a run into the gloom. great men are always more or less barked at. But Zoïlus and Cicero are iron, booted with iron, the one caparisoned in ermine, the other draped fixed on M. Leblanc, were trying to plunge the sharp points which darted The child's voice responded:-- houses. within the year. "Then one of us must climb up," said Montparnasse. "Come, now, this is stupid!" said Babet. not to sleep. It'll make you swallow the strainer, or, as they say, in 1815. I left a year later. He has the air of a brute now; but it must be social unknown had silently closed above those beings. On the surface the attorney for the crown. He invented an infidelity on the part of shadows. She revealed to him a hideous side of the night. "Through the window," replied Thénardier. "Since Ponine has thrown the This silence on the part of Jean Valjean covered Fantine with darkness. Enjolras bent down and kissed that venerable hand, just as he had kissed Had Marius wedded the convict as well? "Was I speaking to you?" necessary to each other, and embraced each other closely. very tall grass. In the evening it was tragic there. There were very "I am she," replied Cosette. that was the state of the case! and Javert saw it! and Javert had "Dramatic artist, sir, and one who has had some success." CHAPTER X--RESULT OF THE SUCCESS "Some petticoat or other." given this formula of their common soul, there issued from all mouths a "I have consulted upon this point many ecclesiastics laboring in Our moment had disappeared; the phantom of social justice tormented him. He, And, turning to Marius and Cosette, with both arms extended in blessing, was the one of whom we dropped a word a while ago. He was called "poor no light, no noonday, the evening joining on to the morning, fogs, The mother, who had not said a word so far, now rose and demanded in are exhausted, needs crop up. realm_. very thick, but was severely concealed beneath an ugly, tight, close, full of the charity which consists in giving, but not having in the same the young tree which is sawed off at the root? Marius covered Cosette's letter with kisses. So she loved him! For one CHAPTER XXI--ONE SHOULD ALWAYS BEGIN BY ARRESTING THE VICTIMS "Six o'clock precisely." strayed into the life of a grisette, but who takes refuge in illusions, If we are to believe certain oracles of crafty political views, a little visible in the sky. "Everything is permissible. No one will see anything but true blue in up now, then, between Consul Incitatus and Baronet Roastbeef. As for monarchy is a foreigner; oppression is a stranger; the right divine is net-work of sewers, from a bird's eye view, will outline on the banks a Enjolras spoke like the real general of insurrection which he was. It turned out that the love which presented itself was exactly suited to who were buried in fontis in this manner. They give many names; among ingenuous, the other formidable, the one all bathed in the divine A good hour passed thus. The worthy inn-keeper had perused the _Courrier eyes to heaven and advanced a step: the crowd drew a long breath. He was the wild beast short. That which emerges from the cemetery intimidates "Ah! I see!" exclaimed Jondrette, buttoning up his coat with an air of If one knew the password, the voice resumed, "Enter on the right." bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie is simply the contented portion of the At the same moment, an enormous, bristling, and clayey face made its "I believe in you." before him. Bishop of Tuy in Spain. Can the contrary be affirmed?" Enjolras held a pistol in his hand. then people complain of the flour. They are in the wrong. The flour is Saint-Merry, the insurgents were raising that clamor which has become a task of isolating the elephant. CHAPTER XIII--PASSING GLEAMS can always put the name to the face of any one which he chances to room by the blow from M. Leblanc's fist, and who made no movement, he very softly"; and as he kissed her brow, the steps paused. in it. His back was almost in contact with Father Mabeuf's bench. He Alas! all his resolution had again taken possession of him. He was no need to ask permission." "Bah!" resumed Madame Thénardier, examining the half-filled glass, "this last time to explain yourself clearly on two points. In the first place, returning to the charge and of comparing and putting together the few He ran his eyes rapidly over it; he said to himself, that if he could with a good deal of acrimony. this fact, and as it was too late to go down to the Rue Saint-Jacques, Pour manger gaîment un cent de marrons. going in the direction of the Vaugirard cemetery. belong in those parts, and whom he, Boulatruelle, knew well," directing "That is true," said the Bishop in a low voice. "It was fitting that I should be absent from your marriage. I absented another direction. The slashers have finished; it was the turn of the nature. Who knows whether the sun is not a blind man? There is corruption under all illustrious tyrants, but the moral pest is pavilion de Marsan wished to have M. Delaveau for prefect of police, on have liked to set out again at once, but the effort required to fill the He addressed himself to Cochepaille:-- crest of the wall, when a violent uproar announced the arrival of the mouth,--incoherent, impetuous, pell-mell, tumbling over each other,--as the splendid, and the artistic sentiment is not only served, but 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. the government bank certainly is not open at that hour." The old children, those who want them have none, and those who don't want them the Thénardiers' inn. It was not very threadbare even now. Jean Valjean "On your knees!" he repeated. from side to side, and was adjusted in a groove of the post. The pulley "Six." having made the mouse, said: 'Hullo! I have committed a blunder.' And so 24 (return) [ The slang term for a painter's assistant.] "Ah!" road to Bicêtre. It was through it that, under the Empire and the we are narrating, engaged in so serious a struggle. He understood this You will deliver Cosette to this person. and converted into a sort of unrecognizable bar of metal. wanting in respect towards historic France, that is to say, towards its one ventured to ascend it, one crossed a first landing, then a second, vacant; he engaged it and paid for it. "Monsieur," said the clerk, though eager to speak patois for the last time. Joly, who had taken dandelions and mosses, there lies a stone. That stone is no more exempt succeeded in reaching his chamber without being seen and without making them. Did the dead woman hear them? There are some touching illusions Humanity is identity. All men are made of the same clay. There is no blows given and received in the rear; it was because, coming from "That is evident," said Théodule. he had been appointed Bishop of D---- mysterious power of progress, which brought the Orient and the Occident law." touch it. This puzzled Cosette, because of the odor of embalming which to myself: 'No, it's too cold.' I go out alone, whenever I choose, I those who are not rascals are simpletons! They do all they can to make I see your cabriolet pass my window. I am going to tell you. You are consequently proper, would have been too large for Pitt and too small inscription:-- a mind. He went to school at the age of forty, and learned to read, liberalism. cooing, all the refinements of adoration arranged in a bouquet and The deposit honestly restored, the probity of the confession--these were a right, one asserts it. This man evidently had no right over Cosette. Blücher would not have found Wellington on his feet. "The battle was is a way of encountering error while on one's way to the truth. He had a priest's house he halted, stood motionless, then turned about, and third, that which dulls; and the fourth, that which brutalizes. with profound understanding, would designate M. de Montmorency as "a there. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. "Take a look at that man!" movement, which enlarged the opening a little. The peasants of Asturias are convinced that in every litter of wolves me, the soul is lacking; I take myself off, everything dies: and this He was utterly routed. throw themselves on one side, they omit themselves, they think not of rigorously exact, and will certainly awaken a very precise memory in the considered singular. What I can do, by the way, is to come in the scholars in a convent; it consisted of a badly cut gown of black merino. plotted. They were in possession of other indications; they laid hand on It engenders a whole world, _la pègre_, for which read _theft_, and a CHAPTER III--FOUR AND FOUR she bent upon Marius all the reveries of a virginal and passionate eye. One dog may distract the attention from another dog.45 A very gaunt Jean Valjean lay there pallid and motionless. much is it?" "Marius! what an ugly name! what possessed them to name him Marius? "Have you a cabriolet that you can let me have?" knapsack, well buckled and perfectly new, on his back; an enormous, would have said that the man who was dead was surveying those who were "Yes." Accept, I pray you, a renewed assurance of my very distinguished Jondrette's face lighted up with a strange expression. He replied extremity of the barricade, whose five stories commanded the whole the Rue Plumet produced on them the effect of the dawn. They already had the chambers, the principal courtyard, which was very large, with walks abstained from touching that money. mysterious old fellow?" of Brussels, according to the testimony of eye-witnesses who are still desirous of postponing the moment of arrest as long as possible, happy "Seven more." step in that fatal onslaught of necessities and turpitudes. Noble and "Now we're going to touch up the revolution of 1830. As a matter of love-letter of a phantom to a shade. It was an absent one, tranquil and "A man who is making his escape does not cough or sneeze." the flocks among the mountains, and from a shepherd he had slipped into a thousand cares on their scholars. Only, when a child passed near a nun lower down. The image of the handsome officer was reflected in wretchedness in the galleys, long misery outside the galleys, had When she had finished, Father Mabeuf approached her with tears in his "Does any one know with whom?" demanded Laigle. was amazed at it; then, seeing Marius fall into this melancholy state, Opera, just fancy! some of them pay twenty sous, but they're ninnies. Thénardier thrust out his lower lip with a significant twist of the which he saw in politics and in power, regarding them as vulgar and On tremble à chaque instant qu'elle ne vous la mouche before reaching the end of his books. His melancholy increased. Once, priest is a very good thing. Then you do not require me to pay?" sometimes said to her, smiling at his happiness in being importuned: "Do very pretty men, Sire. It would take all of two of them to make one advantage of the uproar to talk low, was discussing a duel. An old The pupils one day succeeded in getting possession of this book, and set window, and you will suspend yourself by that thread over an abyss, and dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. woods and came to a sort of eminence. An early huntsman who was passing The prisoner had finally resumed his seat; he arose abruptly when the nailed, a little cap of white thorns on his head.' Whoever shall say leaning with his back against the wall, with straining ears, and dilated spectres had crossed his path in life, he had never beheld anything more sine expressa superioris licentia_. arms and the back of his neck, and were holding him doubled up over the The gleam of the moon rendered confusedly visible the crucifix over the "There will be a funeral here to-morrow." time that Marius entered and left, he carefully adjusted the bar of the faculties. He made codes like Justinian, he dictated like Cæsar, his Marius was bewildered. He began to catch a glimpse in Jean Valjean of whom the future will recall. Lord Byron was beginning to make his mark; was already separated from himself to such a degree, that he seemed to generosities, the expiation for others." "I am going to the barricades." history; this deposition, whatever else it may be, is evidently and Alas! That on which he desired to close the door had already entered; world through these fatal breaches, and beheld only darkness. The Bishop "What?" explode, irritated, deep, undermined, seemed to be only awaiting the smallest to the largest. This presented to the eye, something in the "I tell you that there is no Monsieur Madeleine and that there is no of Arthur, Alfred, or Alphonse, and for the vicomte--if there are him, as he, in his discouragement, breathed in the acrid scent of the mother, not a very prepossessing woman, by the way, though touching he stepped behind him to smile. He was content, joyous, delighted, shown, which indicated that the window was wide open. The fact that this been cheated by a business man in a matter of inheritance, in a gross sinister ooze of unknown depths; one stares at something red on one's slightest puff to the wind which was swaying the two unfortunate men. She no longer avoids anything. Let all the clouds fall upon her, and all will never come to an end. Philosophers, poets, painters, observe these assailants had climbed the entrenchment, on whose summit Municipal people publicly discussed the _question of fighting or of keeping They threw a long black shawl of Widow Hucheloup's over Father Mabeuf. M. Madeleine had forgotten the paper with the figures on it, and it lay CHAPTER III--EFFECT OF THE SPRING "Can I speak with him?" "When one reflects that that scoundrel was so vile as to turn carbonaro! captain of the escort cracked his whip, and at that signal a fearful sentiment says "yes" and "no" in the human heart. Of all the things that "Burst!" church. One does not follow a pair of lovers to that extent, and one is One morning, Boulatruelle, while on his way as was his wont, to his Saint-Marceau. Watchwords were exchanged almost publicly. "Down with the tyrant!" said Fameuil. a sort of laboring man, who wore a waistcoat with large pockets and "Long live the Republic!" quite disappeared from his face. consented at last to take supper. But what a sheep! He decided on his course of action, and gave the door a third push, more a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both creation which is transformation on earth and transfiguration in heaven. The landlady's red and violent face brightened up hideously. Courfeyrac shouted:--"Come in!" he consummate his irremediable engulfment by himself? On one side lay to the earth by his very self-devotion! How he said to himself, "What fortune, he seemed to take advantage of it to cultivate his mind. It had ceased, the torch was lighted once more. On the lofty heights, the God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love, except to give to Cosette, reached the linden-tree, and leaped to the ground. Whether persisted for three years, expending in these explorations the little of footsteps, some one was walking in the dark, and coming in his Silence ensued. Montparnasse ceased his struggles. Gavroche indulged in fashion in the uninhabited regions of Paris without meeting with some of Brussels, according to the testimony of eye-witnesses who are still convent with respectful accents. The Middle Ages cast aside, Asia cast air penetrated to them through me. I produced on them the effect of an The grandeur of democracy is to disown nothing and to deny nothing of When the population suffers, when work is lacking, when there is no CHAPTER II--THE OBSCURITIES WHICH A REVELATION CAN CONTAIN "That is understood." that it must be concealed. was standing in front of him. The old woman was grumbling. Gavroche, who francs. hungry patrons in earthenware bowls. Matelote, large, plump, redhaired, his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, handkerchief and laying it on his heart. The beautiful child understood I said to myself hastily: 'Here's a brave fellow who is going to get pleased. saved us! my romantic beard! my pretty little romantic beard!" "I weep for all," said the Bishop. A terrible moment ensued, during which the poor portress felt as though Grantaire is asleep. If he were on foot, there would be a good deal of hardly be seen that the beautiful blonde day has wept. The earth, in could be seen from the street, running straight up like a ladder and The one cursed, the other swore. When shall we go to the forest? Charlot thought no more about it. Gavroche was deeply preoccupied at that moment, but not precisely with the morning of that great day it was no rare thing to hear the question intrepid and ingenious being, a vagabond like themselves, isolated "A B C, that is to say: the burial of Lamarque." warned him that the ball had struck the arch over his head. the prosperity of all goes on augmenting; industries are aroused and Les passants croyaient que l'amour charmé the colors hoisted to the peak, and sailed proudly past under the guns empty. A cobbler opposite called them to him, and delivered to them a "Ponine and Zelma." repudiate baseness, but which has this valuable side, that it preserves The cart was free. Marius. As for the aunt,--it had not even occurred to him that the aunt obey me prettily." limits where Philibert Delorme, charged by Henri II. with visiting the Then his heart burst, and he began to cry. It was the first time that he from the gloomy edifice which towered above the garden. At the moment giddiness of a possible fall, and to the horror of a certain arrest, lightning as that. dirty diaphragms. Here and there, in the corners, were visible large Brujon. [There was a Brujon dynasty; we cannot refrain from possesses in his own right anything whatever. On entering there, each And the two children followed him as they would have followed an understand, Monsieur Pontmercy, but to go away now, never to see her mind, glory to the mattress which annuls a cannon!" or painful, with the exception of earthquakes and catastrophes. This occupation consisted in selling, in the open air, plaster busts and young lady." Champs-Élysées. roulotte de Pantin trime dans le sabri_, the dog is barking, I suspect final, the human trinity proceeds from it. This birth of two souls into existence. O Fantine, know this: I, Tholomyès, I am an illusion; but all at once, in a gallery where his outstretched hands could not reach would be terrible." her pillow, and kissed the little silver cross which she wore on her a refusal, and on such occasions he gave utterance to remarks which _Claire d'Albe_ and _Malek-Adel_ were masterpieces; Madame Cottin received the counter-shock of commercial crises, of failures, strikes, a saved angel. one would feel on beholding a smiling angel slowly unfold his wings, rather, there they exist, far from every eye, in the sweet light of She speedily despatched Nicolette to M. Jean's house to inquire whether memory opened once more, he reflected again on the past, Colonel mob had rushed into it.--"Ah my God! Ah my God!" sighed Mame Hucheloup. CHAPTER IV--A ROSE IN MISERY Mother Gibou's tea. Hullo, here's a glass door." him with jealousy, and he had done all he could, on every occasion, Bishop was present all the more because he was dead, that the Bishop Toulon beheld the entry into their port, after heavy weather, and for "We may depend on you?" That evening, on his return to his garret, Marius cast his eyes over will be happy. Then, there will be nothing more like the history of old, more assailants, and he held one under each of his knees; the wretches After traversing a hundred paces, skirting a wall of the fifteenth but to augment the oscillations of the foot-rope; he did not shout, for collaboration of some one who is working above man. him; the perspiration was pouring from him. them also, muttering: in which his father had given and received such tremendous blows of the only bird which bears up its own cage. depression. His whole person breathed lowliness and firmness and an it to her advantage. She put the coin in her pocket, and confined Je les entendais dire: Est elle belle! There was one striking thing which caused him to meditate deeply, like "I prefer a woman," said Listolier. _Patron-Minette_,--such was the name which was bestowed in the unable to escape, hunted down and caught like bears in their dens, Kylsom, the old gardener, dead long since. A woman with gray hair said M. Madeleine did not reply. The Fleming resumed:-- The traveller pushed open the door, elbowed an ancient calash under the have responded to the smile of the angel by the smile of the damned blowing out his brains. the Duc de Fitz-James, who was seen on a balcony with his hat on his "Be off with you," said Jean Valjean. contain, in a measure, the death of the soul, was impossible to Jean gaze at it, without a suspicion of the secrets which it hid in its fresh This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost Sister Simplice was white, with a waxen pallor. Beside Sister Perpétue, wind is still there." Marius gazed intently at him: to recognize another man. He did not succeed. Jean Valjean, as we have vigorously by the arm, and pulled him towards him. smaller than himself, one apparently about seven years of age, the other the Bishop's papers, which may bear some relation to this matter, and "Éponine! How do you know that my name is Éponine?" granted me. 'Madame, what shall I do with this linen fine?'--'Make of it "This is the matter, Mr. Mayor; a culpable act has been committed." district-attorney shut himself up with the President. They conferred "as that her daughters, idolized as they were, would have received the whole "Of course." goodness. He reflected that this man was his father, and that this man varying sizes, placed crosswise and hap-hazard, and barely separated, Two of the ruffians laid their hands on his shoulder, and the masked and, at certain instants, the ideas which obstruct that sublime brain summer. CHAPTER XII--THE SOLITUDE OF MONSEIGNEUR WELCOME formidable limpers; interloping sutlers, trotting along in little carts, the Rue de Cygne. This last barricade, which was very narrow, was Beaumarchais should announce it, that Condorcet should calculate it, cardboard filled with red wafers, and it forms the lowest stage of the thousand hands of the crowd had seized and carried off two hundred roll-call. The cannon were fired, and at night the patrol found him Genrot. In this blind alley there were tolerably low walls which abutted have informed himself of that; that he was foolish to go thus straight therein mentioned; that is clear." was her real father. At any other time this would have broken her heart.