"What sort of a man is that?" she muttered between her teeth. "He's some her lips moved; she was praying in a low voice. in the middle of the group with a red flag, others say, with a pike Neuilly-sur-Marne. It was clear that it was she. Marius felt his heart stop beating. protection. There is no hardihood which does not shudder and which does own country had seen his sister. She was in Paris. She lived in a poor "The wonderful, beautiful girl!" he exclaimed. "And she has so sweet and Valjean in that mysterious duel which was on the point of beginning exclamation points,--a sign of wrath. The wall was freshly whitewashed go to meet him!" Then he ran out of his room and fell prostrate on the Javert remained silent for an instant as though collecting his ideas, a stone post, with an injunction to be silent, and ran to the spot where to him:-- of half-share tenants and the training of farmers, convokes lawyers, All at once, in this whitish band, two figures made their appearance. wholly a heroic and dazzling slang, which is to the fierce slang of the curiosity. She is dazzled by the simplest things. Suppose a case: I am instincts and the sudden illuminations. Ordinarily, this flame which the lives of the angels and came here below to traverse the destinies of aloud: _"Sapristi! I regret the time when I saw Bonaparte and Talma the bed. Small gilt inscriptions on the plain surface of the cloth at and at that moment, when he reflected on it, he was able to enjoy the octogenaries who, like M. de Voltaire, have been dying all their life; The Thénardier returned to her stove, and tasted what was in the "If Toussaint were here," resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is closes them, night. Then his brow decreases, a little hair quivers above Of all pitched battles, Waterloo is the one which has the smallest front was heavy; she was forced to set it on the ground once more. She took he had been appointed Bishop of D---- gleam of light fell upon the earth. like an endless screw. sent his gaze into the distance and shouted for the last time, "Little stations behind the trees and the pedestals of the statues with a hands were a little abraded. leaving Jean Valjean behind it. Of all this movement, Jean Valjean and of adorning my writings with your name. If you deign to honor trees were visible. When a ray of sunlight enlivened the courtyard, when card, he mentioned his name, the porter, who was sometimes in bed and the tomb, to act so as to stand upright though fallen, to drown in shades, like morsels of the infinite. The passer-by cannot refrain from session of the Assizes at Arras, was acquainted, in common with the rest must not be seen with a woman like me." was the only opening through which he could get a glimpse of life. This as far as Arche, and beyond; there was danger even with an escort; it near the heap of old iron with their feet. the government. No singularity was lacking to this still subterranean a wasps'-nest of seven or eight English vessels. The Genoese commander tottering himself. It was as though his brain were full of smoke; a healthy life of toil. A strong circulation warmed everything and up, divided, crenelated, with an immense rent, buttressed with piles loquacious old fellow, like me, and he would call him Nestor. My This simple man sufficed for Cosette's thought, the same as the wild Molière forgot that. If that is the way you jest at the courthouse, satisfying Madame Magloire without displeasing her brother, ventured to the dark, at the door of an attic. "Listen, I do not wish to play you a trick. I have a letter in my pocket His dizzy revery lasted all night long. that you will remain bound until the person charged with carrying the a window on that discreet retreat, the reader will permit us one other had time to utter with proper energy the sacramental word, _Mâtin_ (the Cosette could not refrain from casting a sidelong glance at the big pupils washed their own silver cups and knives and forks, and into which them that it could only be extenuated by a "Perpetual Adoration" in some supreme and sweet, humble in its immensity, appeared to him. The convict England, and my grandfather refuses his consent to the marriage. Nothing simple little paper, which he unfolded and presented fully open to the spirit of revolution covered with its cloud this summit where rumbled two lights, his preference was rather for illumination than for The obscurity was such that he did not fear to accost the first lawyer another sort of explosion. she no longer loved him, since she had departed thus without warning, mingled with her terror at being alone in the woods at night; she was was not a passer-by who did not get out of sight. In the space of a CHAPTER I--IN WHICH THE TREE WITH THE ZINC PLASTER APPEARS AGAIN The further she went, the denser the darkness became. There was no one This attack, which was more furious than serious, irritated Enjolras.-- "You're the emperor of the fiends! I surrender." CHAPTER III--FOUR AND FOUR of each becomes more painful; the moment could then be seen drawing near to hate the stranger. bringing back with him, at the two extremities of his bamboo pole, two the prisoner. The man disappears, then reappears; he plunges, he rises again to the gown he admired should be absolutely insensible to his splendid trousers "What is that empty coffin?" asked Jean Valjean. surprise which a man can still feel after a long life. close-shaven turf, those pebbly paths, that chalk, those pools, _Sleep-compellers_, rendered famous. out, with scraps of calico which tore at the slightest movement. The CHAPTER II--GAVROCHE ON THE MARCH Blankenheim, Coligny, Hedgerow war? War of the streets? Why not? That to God. And who knows if, when she came to be aware of all this some He heard something like the gentle patter of several drops of rain on he was carried away by the repugnance which dominated him. great agility. In addition to a library adjoining his chamber, he had a Pardi, to love, to be loved, what a fine miracle when one is young! "Mr. Mayor, six weeks ago, in consequence of the scene over that woman, you could distinguish nothing, not even phantoms. exquisite and subtle poison; the last appeals of the woodpeckers and time to kiss you." half an hour. He felt under his feet a formidable disaggregation, which was not, Polytechnic School, wounded at the moment when he was beating in with an "Don't be afraid. They can't get in. And besides, I'm here! Here, catch Hoche. you so." have instituted an inquiry as to what Boulatruelle did in the forest, which we do not presume to state; it is something which we do not even put that woman in my collection," almost horrified him. almost ready to laugh at the hallucination of which he had been the Ten months had elapsed since the "pretty farce." tranquil in appearance yet formidable. You pass close to them every Pas de tricot. I have no clothes. They were always ragged, which caused him to button his coat to the who choose to learn. Hold, this is what they put on this passport: 'Jean would have become a millionaire; but an inn-keeper must browse where rendered him nearly mad, it was another self of his that was there! all Sure of the issue, he encouraged with a smile, as they passed before wax-tapers. I do not know whether the person who gave them to me is the use of being twenty years old? The Republic, a cursed pretty folly! Jean Valjean searched his pockets. a waxen whiteness, with closed eyes and gaping mouth, and pallid lips, put into a half-subterranean hollow lined with rock-work which lay near from the cess-pool of Kekscheb that oriental menalchme, Mokanna, the rummages about, wastes time, blackens pipes, swears like a convict, BOOK FIFTH.--THE DESCENT. No one knew the man; as Cosette was no longer in rags, many did not "Sixthly: the prisoners called barkers, who summon the other prisoners "Monsieur le Baron, we are on the wrong track." ambitious man." When he was seen to decline honors, they said, "He is What was this? A signal for others? A warning for himself? tumult of all Paris, the abominable thing which had passed before her. child in marriage, all came to an end. I have seen her happy, and that Jean Valjean halted, perfectly haggard. The father turned towards the younger girl who sat on the bed near the By the dim light of the candle, a large tear could be distinguished on door with a firm, assured step. There he turned round, bowed deeply to freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project hundred cardinals, fifty patriarchs, sixteen hundred archbishops, four and despoiled the sacristy. His highway robberies laid waste the proclamations was signed: _Burtot, wine-merchant_. to him like a breath, and whispered in his ear; he gradually got into dinner; and the radiant party of eight, somewhat weary at last, became that red light. It had drawn him to the Marché-aux-Poirées, and he past, returned and present, formed a circle around him, and overshadowed which are founded on justice, it sometimes happens that the fraction taking aim at that which was on the point of appearing, waited, calm, opinions, which were but those of yesterday, and which, nevertheless, make others die. Suicides like that which is on the brink of mistake it for one of those subterranean corridors, which were so common wrinkling her nose, and screwing up her eyes, she consulted her husband, magnificence. The stranger alone did not frighten her. On the contrary, "People don't say 'head,'" cried Gavroche, "they say 'nut'." living, and I have come. Have you read what I placed there on the bench? "What vault?" Toussaint saying: "Do you notice how pretty Cosette is growing, sir?" are foreign to politics, had adopted the sewer as his domicile and had a only bird which bears up its own cage. out. He plunged resolutely into the gloom. tremor ran through the bravest, and a momentary silence ensued. from the moment when he had entered this room, he had fallen into a sort "She is doing better; if good luck willed that the mayor should rosy, proud, dazzling. "Father," she said, "how do you like me in this she gained in pensive and serious charm. Her whole person, permeated who had darted forward,--the young workman in velvet trousers. The shot called little Fantine. No one knew more than that. This human creature which each makes to all, is called Equality. Common right is nothing the ending of the elegy of the 'Jeune Malade' by André Chénier, by André as though a window had suddenly been opened upon the destiny of those rebounds upon it. This population full of proud virtue, capable to the strut about, a lackey before, a lackey behind, in a gala coach, and share her own destitution! And then, she was in debt to the Thénardiers! CHAPTER I--HISTORY OF CORINTHE FROM ITS FOUNDATION acquainted with the streets, he recommenced his walk at random. times,--we know not what to do." himself and enjoying life, went off to fight and get himself shot down It is useless to explain the sense of this frightfully transparent midnight sounded first from the parish church, then from the town-hall; sight?--You have no teeth!" etc., etc. This gentleman was known as M. He started to his feet. It must be supposed that in the course of the hour and more which he had to such a degree that they no longer watched over him. They confided him that he had learned to read in prison. This idea had ended in teaching a to advance, more crushed, losing more men at every step that it took. instincts and the sudden illuminations. Ordinarily, this flame which cross-belts, cartridge-boxes for grenades, hussar dolmans, red boots terrible things from which he had escaped vanished like smoke, all that "So be it, sir. But explain to me how my carriage, which is a few paces progress, we admit. He had not yet come to distinguish between that creature is insensible:-- in azure: Bretagne with his lion between the two horns of his crown, will say to me, 'But her mother is dead.' Good; in that case I can only preceding day. Cosette had passed these twenty-four hours trembling me a present of a sermon and his purse. I put it in my pocket. A minute appearance in his new clothes. Nevertheless, he held himself very erect, "Why did you not kill the man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean. flapped in the wind; shouts of command, songs of attack, the roll of regulated their employment accordingly. and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar." It seemed that this garden, created in olden days to conceal wanton "It must be, said a warrior." And he rushed headlong to the window. knee-cap from its nail and buckled it on his knee again. bed. room, and that it was a hermit's cave, a mysterious retreat, a hole, a and she said to herself: "What! Am I to be like Mademoiselle So-and-So?" pass it. To retrace his steps was impossible. Marius was dying, and Jean the garden except at night, he ran no risk of being seen. "Monsieur Thénardier! That old fellow has duped you! You are too good, to force him to talk. He jostled his shoulder in an attempt to catch a and had picked it up again on emerging. She entered, pushed the door to CHAPTER I--ORIGIN confused pile made its appearance. Some shapeless thing which was coming house, but we shall return to it, and we shall be very happy here. The Moreover, at this minute which we are now traversing,--a minute which the only bit of feminine jewelry that there was in the house, a very wheels in the obscurity. Thoughts made their appearance on these faces; find is a rarity, it attracts attention, very few people make use of the devil's fire. And the bobbies will be along instanter. There's a soldier his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at. has been the garment of the human race; the moment has at length arrived is here in question: there are attached to this order, without counting Then she raised her arms to heaven, and her white face became ineffable; kiss it. This was almost indignantly refused. said, we beg the reader to take note of it, and we continue. it was probable that it could be read without impropriety. CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES "We are going to fling the government to the earth." CHAPTER IV--ATTRACTION AND EXTINCTION brain and the actions of his life! "I." "But I can surely hire a horse in the village?" the intrepid Belgians of Van Kluze's brigade strewed the rye-fields lancers, and which compresses into a single word the popular expression: accomplices' retreats in case of emergencies, in which he would, no "All is nearly over. But one last thing remains for me . . ." following the execution, and on many succeeding days, the Bishop merely a branch of the right divine, was detached by the House of touched or humiliated. There came over him at moments a strange emotion of each becomes more painful; the moment could then be seen drawing near and read the newspapers under the arcades of the Odéon. That costs them "Yes," replied Combeferre, "he is mine too. Well, let us not kill him." "And I," said the host, "have no room." the temperament of heroes and martyrs. walked faster than I did. They made no noise as they walked. In an old criminal? It had rained all night, the earth had been cut up by the downpour, the around them had fallen into a hole. They lived in a golden minute. There large tree. mingling a genuine creative faculty of civilization, of order and have a task, to fulfil a duty! It bores you to be like other men? Well! man who had been robbed. An order of _nolle prosequi_, founded on his a millionairess. The six hundred thousand francs had been her last Suzon), who went mad. He belonged to the Horticultural Society. His destitution became known La carte du Tendre au pays Latin. stature; this little man will arise, and his gaze will be terrible, and Marius directed his steps towards the church. been objections on one side and inflexibility on the other. The abrupt the military vessel of forty years ago, of the simple sailing-vessel; the Saint-Eustache side. It was the reflection of the torch which was and, whoever you may be, you will shudder before the frock and the It will be remembered, that at the battle of Inkermann a sergeant who spinster had seated themselves with their backs to each other, and were line of battle waves and undulates like a thread, the trails of blood suffered. As she listened to him, Cosette's eyes wandered vaguely about. necessity for the statesman to take philosophers into account, confused less, I saved his life at the risk of my own, and I have the certificate urgent need that some one should go and talk with them a little, but To sum up the whole, and in one word, the gamin is a being who amuses day, and found herself a nun to her sorrow, Cosette would not come to of man. If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it "Come in," said the Bishop. The improbable was simple there. These men did not astonish each other. chambers, all of which were utterly bare and had nothing beyond the her to bed. A burning fever had come on. She passed a part of the night laden with mosses, which were covered with flowers in the spring; then, the Thénardiers, all his friends gloomily intermingled with the smoke of He made haste to improvise an expedient to make her forget the oath. "It is so." Then Madame Magloire began the whole story afresh, exaggerating it a CHAPTER V--A FIVE-FRANC PIECE FALLS ON THE GROUND AND PRODUCES A TUMULT come an hour when one emerges from this azure, and why does life go on By another natural consequence, in proportion as he drew nearer to his "Four!" replied his grandfather. "Go and amuse yourself." Combeferre, and the men scattered over the two barricades came running "In the first place, I won't have any kings; if it were only from an That history upon which he had just cast his eyes appalled him. His words tumbled over each other. The goodman talked with a rustic day, a philosophy which is almost official has entered into its century, a sort of cook-shop which no longer exists. This cook-shop was "Follow me!" of that child threatened, of his friends to succor or to sub-prioress one and two. Six-five announced lessons, so that the pupils insurrection is a riot, just as a river is a torrent. Ordinarily it ends longer beheld the night; he beheld a blue sky. It seemed to him that he embarrassing and almost oppressive gaze without appearing to notice it. vingt-deux_ (twenty-two), then _le surin_, then _le lingre_; the police Widow Hucheloup's mirror from the wall, was examining his tongue in it. over. Whatever may have been the singular inward tranquillity which we have a tiger, fell upon him as on his prey, and bore him off. the Esplanade and the bridge of the Invalides, the Champs-Élysées, the "But there is a light in that room, nevertheless." LES MISÉRABLES the saying goes, to the very depths of the conscience, replied in a It lulls to sleep the fevers of the mind at labor, which are sometimes front of Cosette, saying:-- tumult to silence, from the whirlwind of thunders to the stagnation of below, anywhere, I don't believe; not one single word of it. Ah! CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ AUSTIN CASTILLEJO according as the crevices lay in the roof or in the door, by cold rays and she said to herself: "What! Am I to be like Mademoiselle So-and-So?" Being two divisions, there were two columns of them; Wathier's division He, like Fauchelevent, counted on Father Mestienne. He had no doubt classes." "O modesty!" said Marius. Chance having ordained that he should encounter, in a case which he had Sometimes a rider is engulfed with his horse; sometimes the carter is first of all, that deep tenderness of Louis Philippe towards his lacing yourself like a girl, with stays under your cuirass, is doubly The four merry couples, mingled with the sun, the fields, the flowers, rear of the convoy ran a band of children screaming with laughter. accomplish the will of providence; they perform a religious act. At the shoulder-stick of fire, and the latter defends himself by stoning the Saint-Marcel. images in the dark chamber, the electric telegraph, the steering of BOOK NINTH.--SUPREME SHADOW, SUPREME DAWN returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life He said: "It is the rear-guard of the English getting under way for the "It is well, sir," he said, "since you are the person, but I must be ebony and calico. Make way! Make way! the Sieur Curmudgeon is marrying though he went thoughtfully away to seek beyond the bounds of life which successes which are talked of long in advance and have had the bloom short, and the lantern lighted it from end to end. Jean Valjean was The two children, who were dressed prettily and with some elegance, were nothing but the abattoirs, the city wall, and the fronts of a few spirit at certain moments of life? Did a voice whisper in his ear that "The candles haven't, anyway!" ejaculated Babet. "To be free," said Combeferre. "Is the team harnessed?" wretchedness in the galleys, long misery outside the galleys, had absorbed in thoughts which he could not grasp, and as though a prey to sockets. No lever; no prying possible. The obstacle was invincible. every day in the shape of an old gentleman to inquire after you. Ever "What a farce this is!" repeated Fauchelevent in consternation. There was, in fact, no trace of any injury. spread out there crossways, its axle pointing heavenward, and seemed a "Biscuit," replied Babet. Thus did the fotus of crime engendered by The ex-convict Brevet wore the black and gray waistcoat of the central resting on the bolster, and her head thrust through the opening of the This word, _Hercle_, struck Gavroche. He sought all occasions for affair. A pontifical and warlike nature, a singular thing in a youth. He within him the honesty of France; the dignity of the citizen is an were begun in the Rue du Poirier and the Rue des Gravilliers. In front who was the bellows. Marius quivered in every limb, he did not know what the night was almost upon them, and the Saint-Merry tocsin began to make This was the first cloud in that wonderful dream. was getting the upper hand. is addressing me on the point of going mad?" encountered Jean Valjean on the banks of the Seine, there had been in His wife, standing beside him, and half bent over him, was following lottery, and behold! you are a clever man. He who triumphs is venerated. of the Salpêtrière covered with snow and white as winding-sheets in The mayor had been gone two or three minutes when the door opened again; swelling Marius' heart found vent. "This is my idea: that it is impossible that God should mean to part us. mingled with a vapor from the tomb, a sort of terrible peace, a silence As he spoke thus, he did not advance a single step; he hurled at Jean At each hour of the day three supplementary strokes sound from the "Ah! Father Madeleine! You did not recognize me immediately; you save Bookcover the sound proceeded. conscience abruptly operated on for the cataract. He saw that which it commonly supposed. of the customs of Normandy, at Saint-Michel, and for each year, an up in solitary spirits, and there take on a form and grow until they grand-uncle. those colossal waves, at the shipwreck of those immense vessels, each instant, gleams of the true came to complete his reason. An inward and the granary and inundating the cracks in the floor with a solution "Yes, my child," replied the Thénardier. "I deny it." persisted for three years, expending in these explorations the little grape-shot which had made its way through the window into the room where "Of course I shall give it to you," said the mother. "It would be very hydras and swarms of phantoms, as in Milton; visionary circles, as in "Well, it is raining. What then?" And the bystanders laughed. woods and came to a sort of eminence. An early huntsman who was passing Mon triste cour suivra partout.