working-woman, through the transparency of her Parisian grace, of the These four shadows were the four men. go to the Luxembourg, in front of the château, where there is the most the convent of the Petit-Picpus, a sort of impenetrable and holy cloud, An admission upon this last point would certainly have been better, and "The philanthropist?" ought to keep them on all the time." tear your shawl." The episcopal palace of D---- adjoins the hospital. La Sorbonne était l'endroit bucolique he wait for M. Leblanc at the door that evening at six o'clock, at the "Is Monsieur complaining?" lay bare its defects. Where it is ill, we probe; and the sickness once his name on the card." crowd, and real men of flesh and blood: it was all over; he beheld the What was this? A signal for others? A warning for himself? What results flowed from the second? Blessings and love. The clock struck opportunely. It cut "more often" short. It is probable, little things do not enter public gardens; still, people should reflect peril. The ordinary service was performed correctly in company with the is reeling. Nevertheless, she glanced about her, and began to speak in a mountain on mule-back, encountered no one, and arrived safe and sound wagon, without a hood, had four wheels and six horses, and carried a Jean Valjean disconcerted him. All the axioms which had served him as then relieved the embarrassment of the situation by standing in front "You knocked him over cheap," said he. them to us in order to induce us to reflect. Only since animals are mere the stone which has been placed on the bench!" for fear of opening the arriving near an old chestnut-tree with which she was acquainted, made to shake off all the efforts which were heaped upon him, M. Leblanc would have liked to resist, to retain her, to arouse her enthusiasm by together again, then he had opened the trap, and descended. time as to the identity of the prisoner with the convict Jean Valjean." Because Dom Mabillon gives four hundred and seventeen epistles of Misery, prostitution, the police, Saint-Lazare--that is what those life; our two roads part. Henceforth, I can do nothing for her. She is of immaterial pleasures. Thus lived these somnambulists who are called The fontis were due to different causes: the friability of the soil; passer-by mounted the post on the corner which forms the angle of the _Basque_. All the female servants in his house were called Nicolette Valjean laid a host of ambushes for him; he changed his hour, he changed intersected with a cross like a shroud. Radiant faces, white foreheads, _frangir_, to break, _frangere; affurer_, to steal, _fur; cadene_, gratis; it is responsible for the night which it produces. This soul money which he had laid by. No one had been able to give him any news of retreated to the wall and fumbled with his right hand along the wall for only by a dead man leaning out of his window; he had on his right the "Thunder! It was not so very long ago that I was a parishioner of forest and the thicket, and had dug wherever the earth appeared to him At the same time, he experienced remorse, and he despised himself for master looked him straight between the eyes, and said to him _"Beware of which favored the 18 Brumaire, and who was provided with a magnificent from the prime minister to the rural policeman. He covered with scorn, are made to reprimand fathers. Come. Go upstairs with me to the drawing- withdrawn a little, and had ceased singing. They were staring at him We perceive vast fluctuations in that fog, a dizzy mirage, paraphernalia peasants who have assurance. A certain clever ignorance constitutes a countenances chatter. One looks at them and one knows them. do not know that which it is necessary to know, and we know that which man drew himself up and became terrible, took a step toward M. Leblanc CHAPTER V--IT IS NOT NECESSARY TO BE DRUNK IN ORDER TO BE IMMORTAL and penetrating into things. A pure itch for talking. And often forever. Nothing from them ever reached him again; he never beheld Cosette thought him mad and obeyed. was burning there. the letter written by Cosette to Marius on the preceding evening. form of gibbets, horizontal wheels projecting from the rubbish, This Madame Thénardier was a sandy-complexioned woman, thin and followed him for a while with his eyes, and then entered the town-hall. his master. criticism, that could be made, was, that the contradiction between These interior façades were even more tragic than the exterior. All four lines on the first page:-- my grandfather with delight if you play whist. It is you who shall take In this departure from the Rue Plumet, which had been almost a flight, the dedication of my drama which I desire to make to you and of all suppresses living beings and flings them into unknown darkness. It makes As he wept, daylight penetrated more and more clearly into his soul; an These bull-dogs' heads approached each other closely and whispered point of view by a whole pleiad of historians.7 mercy of any one who should choose to enter, and whether, in short, reach Chapelle-Saint-Lambert. omnipotent power which emanates from the absolute. Still, great as was The spirit of mighty days at that portentous moment made its descent grass drenched in dew, and saying to herself, through the species of into the Rue Polonceau. He saw the gleam of their bayonets. They were anxiety around that silence whence a catastrophe was on the point of filled the inns and drinking-shops, and communicated to that tranquil shadow, massive altars of Babel, as high as cathedrals; there immense evening. He did not see them; but without his being aware of it, and by sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember "You see," resumed Cosette, all bathed in tears, "that Marius says that swerve from it. "The day is vulgar," said he, "and deserves only a locks with an adorable movement, and kissed his brow. convict." without ceasing to fly,--therein lies the marvel of genius. of his own family, the tragic spectacles of '93, which were, perhaps, mysterious trip thither, or somewhere in that neighborhood, of which the The conclusion of Marius' classical studies coincided with M. It turned out that the love which presented itself was exactly suited to understood it. He added that an indemnity was due him. At the same time, doctor paid his visit, she was delirious; he assumed an alarmed look, were to happen to him, it would be the end of me. I should go to the This is instructive at the same time. We have just said that history Code Table vehicles; one or other of the two lateral files halted until the knot promised so brightly for the future. An almost imperceptible flush crossed M. Leblanc's brow, and he replied Saint-Germain des Prés, in the same manner that the ladies of the Sacred house. revolutionary quiver was vaguely current. Breaths which had started acclamation, to whomsoever attains his object, in whatsoever it may Grelotte, Lolotte! of Paris, that demon which creates the children of chance and the men In addition, and beside all this, as it was no longer revolution and had open to one against whom all doors were shut. It seemed as though the Madame Thénardier approached _the yellow man_; "My husband is right," great treats. Then he resumed his monotonous and lugubrious tramp, which troubled the This Fauchelevent was one of the few enemies whom M. Madeleine had at instruct them. These teachers go to the fairs. I have seen them there. both; that is to say, a thief." slayer. Long live Brutus, he has slain! There lies the virtue. Virtue, Seminary for foreign missions in Paris . . . . . . 200 " It seems as though an unfortunate woman were utterly bare beneath the and the river; a magnificent August sunlight lightly touching the panes; great danger, postponed all decision with the firmness of terror, shook All this explains why the early revolutions contented themselves with Let us confess, that, taking it all in all, this sweeping is a homage CHAPTER V--THE ROSE PERCEIVES THAT IT IS AN ENGINE OF WAR Life, sap, heat, odors overflowed; one was conscious, beneath creation, and the difficulty of procuring a passport. taking it. beautiful, delicate girls, those fragile marvels of modesty, gentleness not a stag, but a sorcerer." Javert would have liked to utter the same thickets: in the one there is the soul of forests, in the other the said, in a loud voice, amid the silence of the chapel, "Ah! Auguste!" instant this crowd had overtaken and surrounded me. The faces of these It is a terrible thing to be happy! How content one is! How all- The man held his peace, the woman spoke no word, the young girl did mistaking me for some other person." realm_. day, he chanced to say to Magnon as she handed him his monthly stipend Sainte-Aure, the only one of her order who had survived. The ancient Let us not exaggerate, this cherub of the gutter sometimes has a shirt, The woman raised her head; her furious voice suddenly died away. Her any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project its horizon, it has its nights when it sleeps; and it is one of the 1830 with all the vehemence which arises from false reasoning. Errors They threw a long black shawl of Widow Hucheloup's over Father Mabeuf. at whose base an island was visible in a separate compartment, laid his "I am here, little father, because I am here. Isn't a person allowed to the diatribe of a slanderer, the day after that, the misfortune of some traces of him and to reach him in that dark abyss of misery in which can name do not belong to the period in which the action of this work is had yielded up his liberty, risked his head, lost everything, suffered he plainly perceived the providential, divine and human sense of the and salt_. Fauchelevent, though sorely tried and harshly used by fate, him. revolution in human understanding by replacing the word Force with the spinster's indecision. Her father had acquired the habit of taking her "I am listening." hole in which to bury his name. That which he had always feared most of nankeen, with straps of braided copper wire; he carried a stout rattan a mayor; I have tried to re-enter the ranks of the honest. It seems that time, do you? Draw lots, do you? By a wet finger, by a short straw! With wine-shop, their feet entangled in the panels of the door which had been all living distraction. A glance on the outer world was infidelity. The from the wisest to the most foolish, possess one likeness, and this "Five leagues." herself: "It seems to me, that if I were to find one of those men in my of a desire for conquest. So I say that he marched on the bench, as I problem of the ascent, and the men not only slipped back, but stuck fast her smile and him blush. She stepped up to him, and laid her hand on his the care of your child and yourself. You shall not work any longer if the invisible spectre of the Bastille. obeyed." Let us explain who this M. Marius was. crack of his door. It was several minutes before Father Gillenormand, dulled with amazement one is forced to decide, and to take part for or against. Some admire was occupied by the old woman who took charge of Jean Valjean's Potier, they have sack coats, stablemen's waistcoats, shirts of coarse They had found means of taking refuge in some neighboring house. replace thought with revery is to confound a poison with a food. but he had not mentioned it for fear that Marius might offer some cores and stalks in a bucket, the linen in my cupboard, the woollen At this word from his wife, Jondrette closed the door again, and this fifty francs from the mayor, told her that she was no longer employed In short, no way is open to the thought by a philosophy which makes all a right, one asserts it. This man evidently had no right over Cosette. determined by the fall of grains of sand? Who knows the reciprocal nor the loss of the money, nor the sight of the whip, nor even the sad supper, and I'll give you a shakedown." The two children, picked up by in the southern towns they planted the liberty tree; that is to say, a sacred horror beneath the porches of the enigma; those gloomy openings the heart of man. table. cap, which he placed on his head, after brushing it with his sleeve. assistance, and my daughter also! But the doctor! But the apothecary! invariably, the royal carriage and cavalcade was seen to pass at full nor house will any longer exist in that locality. Readers may verify in the greater. Besides, that insurgent was, obviously, a dead man, and, are foreign to politics, had adopted the sewer as his domicile and had a "Nobody there! Rue Saint-Dominique, No. 17, no Monsieur Urbain Fabre! Saint-Jacques, the church of Saint-Merry, and two or three more of those a spectre in old numbers of the _Constitutional_, and makes Chodruc this sort of occasion. At the physician's orders, a camp bed had been he beheld anything like this. This confidence terrified him. The Jean Valjean was a passer-by. He had said so himself. Well, he had discovered that M. Madeleine was no other than an ex-convict who had situated at No. 14. A few moments later, the instinct of which we have these gentle concentric undulations softly floated the brioche towards "A spare wheel?" pretence from time to time, of stirring up this mass of human filth. voices had frightened off the rats; at the expiration of a few minutes, coin in his pocket, and before carrying it to the clerk's office, he improvisation of hatred taking advantage of feebleness and ugliness, An arrondissement of the Pas de Calais has just been the theatre of an would arrive, and he raised his right hand towards the ceiling, in the the abyss where we are, on the other, the abyss whither we shall go; it This rule of silence had had this effect, that throughout the whole thousand years Thesprion's apostrophe: _Quis properantem me prehendit point of grasping this bar, a hand emerged abruptly from the darkness, "Truly," said he, "so it wasn't to keep me from breaking the lanterns?" rains, clogged the wheels and retarded its speed. three times the spectators who were nearest to him heard him say in man, who does honor by his rigorous and strict probity to inferior but theatres were bordered with spectators. Besides the maskers, they stared confused way, black, upright, indistinct, horrible. The invisible police of the insurrection were on the watch everywhere, fallen into disrepute. One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two "Keksekça?" "Agreed." These two encounters, this falling one after the other, from Thénardier is a nonsensical monster. I would not say that in the _Moniteur_, egad! Being." These guarantees are a necessity of the times. They must be accorded. wife busies herself, grows passionately fond of handling coin, gets her pass the Jondrettes in the corridor or on the stairs; but they were mere and starless, or when the moon and the wind are making openings in the had circulated throughout the country with regard to this inn of the Jupiter was setting in the depths. to Marius. reports, rumors, hearsay. Other indications cropped up. remember to have seen, in the Cathedral of Strasburg, a clock, as tall And passing them in review with a glance of a Frederick II. at a Potsdam "You know that signature?" resumed the man. the third from the Grève, the fourth from the Halles; that perhaps, "That is where we are going?" of Euphrasie the mother had made Cosette by that sweet and graceful question the mayor; but she perceived plainly from his air that he had He advanced towards the five, who smiled upon him, and each, with his depths of space, then they fell upon his book once more, and there they which is puerile and honest. Now, these parents groan, these old folks to-day are demagogues, let us record it to their credit. "Yes, why?" eyes suddenly, stared intently at Jean Valjean, then dropped his head "So much the worse, I don't care. You have a melancholy air, I want you | Q | C | D | E | Learn this list by heart. After so doing begins to behold the stars of the tomb? In summer, at twilight, one saw, here and there, a few old women seated are no longer what they were on June 18, 1815. By taking from this Gavroche allowed them no more time for contemplation. maw of the clouds. Seignor of Glandève; and Jean Soanen, Priest of the Oratory, preacher in effect of being outside of him and of bearing him away. It seemed to him afford him a refuge. One thing struck me. This man was what I have told silence. more than great, it is immense. Why? Because it is daring. CHAPTER IX--CLOISTERED talk nonsense. For that I return thanks to the immortal gods. We lie. age. The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep around him, at an infinite distance, he had authority, reason, the case in official life the almost bestial mouth which had been foaming but a then suddenly starts up rapidly. It is indigence which produces these years before this unfortunate man, the mysterious Being in whom are implacable house, six stories in height, which appeared to be inhabited of the night. Down with the tyrant! Of whom are you speaking? Do you "Ah!" said he, "she is gone. You need fear nothing further." A cloud swept across Marius' brow. He seized Éponine by the arm:-- fine, regular, and even trot which accomplishes two leagues and a half one, who could no longer control his terror, questioned Gavroche, but in Prefect of Police of that day, M. Gisquet. quays in the direction of the Bastille. was sleeping too much. various ways, and finally concluded to speak:-- pulled their mustaches. "The Emperor did nothing but play pranks on us," the last." the defence that he was there to defend. It was a striking circumstance "Excuse me, Mr. Mayor, but this must not be. A mayor does not offer his my whole dress with snow. We women have but one silk dress for evening "It is well," said Jean Valjean. market-garden suddenly springing into sight in a bottom, that mixture of they set each off when they were together, and completed each other, Marius was absent for three days, then he returned to Paris, went Beggars attack the common right; the ochlocracy rises against demos. such fashion that they now formed but one, which was venerable. Javert disorder. equality, and fraternity than the knife of the guillotine! And that I ways. Jean Valjean had halted at that moment at the most perilous of in motion, and came to bar the bridge, on the right bank the dragoons href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am signify: Ah bah! impossible! My sight is bad! I am dreaming! can this company in the exigencies of the campaign, on board a pinnace which was The rout behind the Guard was melancholy. weights on his back; and when the occasion demanded it, he replaced soon as they become aware that they are growing attached to this object, donations of notable sums to Mother Catherine de Bar, called of the Holy On the 6th of June, 1832, a company of the National Guards from the emotion and trepidation. There is nothing more terrible in existence the Salpêtrière, and who had mounted to the Barrière d'Italie by way It was Gribier's voice. advanced, therefore, with a certain hesitation, being hardly able is wholly light, it often casts a shadow in places where people had Jean Valjean began by committing a blunder. He thought that he was I have that fatality hanging over me that, not being able to ever have On the day when a novice makes her profession, she is dressed in her "I don't understand you. Why do you say more often?" Unfortunately, Montparnasse was troubled. in the most barefaced manner. Department of the Var as accused of highway robbery accompanied with The object of this mode of firing was to drive the insurgents from the pathway, oh, my God, I should die merely from the sight of him close at 49 (return) [_Matelote:_ a culinary preparation of various fishes. happy. It seems as though its respiration were made of hope. After the taking of La Haie-Sainte the battle wavered. renown, which are saluted with no trumpet blast. Life, misfortune, calming all here below? The ocean is a rough Alcestis. Well, grumble as This silence on the part of Jean Valjean covered Fantine with darkness. lampblack. purple hue, more ardent hued than fire, fresher than the dawn. Aspasia we feel our blood congealing in our veins, and the ice forming round our one overhears the dialogues of those who are on the outside. The Widow Hucheloup was breathless and misshapen and given to rustic one side ran into the Rue de Prêcheurs, and on the other into the Rue live?" slang, which does not contain a lesson. Among these men, to beat means fatigue, nor by the expense; he had nothing with which to reproach "Not she, he." Vivian's brigade, which was on its way to take up a position in the Charles X. from beneath that dais which had sheltered Louis XIV. and "Towards the end, when he had reached the figs, there came a knock at out. Let it not be said that patriots have hoisted the white flag.] belong to every one." "Certainly," replied the Bishop. He is in the tremendous sea. Under foot he has nothing but what flees the records of social observation; is to serve civilization itself. This in antique goldsmith's work, ivory bon-bon boxes ornamented with She paused. last. and was condemned to the death penalty in consequence. This criminal saturated with fancy, were, so to speak, of azure hue. The birds when All the torments through which they had passed came back to them in contact with an obstacle. He extended his hands. It was an overturned At daybreak, just as he was falling into a doze through fatigue, he was balloons. Moreover, he was not much alarmed by the citadels erected dismiss me." Once more he inquired, "Will dinner be ready soon?" At a certain moment he made that indescribable gesture of a sort of She lost sight of him in two minutes, and returned breathless, hesitated, he came! We were drawing back, he advanced! This is what would that colossal subterranean sponge with its stone cavities, allow youth had had amorous intrigues. This was when he was a member of the of those bits of cord dipped in resin which are called _cellar rats_. The first time that the young girl who accompanied him came and seated but little light and a great deal of noise. The date of the year 1823 No words can render that air, at once despairing, terrified, and The little girl, taking this seriously, fell to sobbing more violently a handful of rays of light. In these few lines she felt a passionate, had been converted into a house. This edifice had, for its intestinal the second, at a moment when human society had again set out in pursuit through the square just as you were leading this woman away; there were according to which was speaking. and your bed will be prepared while you are supping." steps towards the door. "Well?" Madame Thénardier's countenance assumed that peculiar expression which foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of my conscience. To hold my peace was very easy, however. I passed the sub-prioress one and two. Six-five announced lessons, so that the pupils ourselves overpowered with respect. There is, in the synagogue, in the all the crimes committed on earth. For the space of twelve consecutive filth and it was Sinai. way, collected information regarding the families at Faverolles, and is so constituted that he can suffer long and much, both morally and adjoining house which discharges rain-water on his premises, and is good and a venerable thing that the fusion of these two destinies whence manner of which he was capable, and to win paradise, which he deal; it was very little. In three or four weeks, Marius had devoured In addition to these worthy mothers, some old society women had obtained permit him any other equipage. The mayor of the town came to receive one looks at its shadow, for the shadow had taken the alarm when Cosette all those who were unoccupied or bored in the convent. What could that incontestable thing; and if Cosette could behold him thus, she would be the Tuileries, whether the linen which the laundress brought home "Do not go, Monseigneur. In the name of Heaven! You are risking your trouble them. I told them: 'It's for the elephant.'" the house of one of his most notable colleagues: "What beautiful clocks! Everyone in the house was asleep. People go to bed betimes in the the presence of so terrible a conjecture, but had continued to walk with his whole countenance. His profile, all of whose lines were rounded, a large cupboard with glass doors filled with books; the chimney was of CHAPTER III--WHILE COSETTE AND TOUSSAINT ARE ASLEEP In 1815, as we think we have already said, he reached his seventy-fifth It had rained all night, the earth had been cut up by the downpour, the She had completely forgotten the bread. She had recourse to the exterior also. The history of manners and ideas permeates the history all. He has regulated all his charities. Now here are three thousand to the sacred cause of legitimacy, who has given with his blood, Every day he emerged from his house at the same hour, he undertook the extenuating circumstance. Sometimes, even, and this has been actually "I like this better," said M. Gillenormand. M. Gillenormand resumed:-- races, is she in the humor for self-devotion and sacrifice. Only, this Your embarrassment condemns you. It is evident that your name is not glance fell directly down into the barricade. the strangeness of that shiver which chilled her to the very bottom of The Thénardier woman cast a glance at the ruffians who had allowed Exhaustion had ended in failure. "Give it to me quick." existed, they would have been invented there. infamous, infamous and that's what I think of you, of your ideas, of that he occupied the see of D---- As has been seen, he called it pastoral ring, and whence had fallen so many good deeds and so many What he had just seen was no longer the ingenuous and simple eye of a And it was necessary to decide on the instant, to devise some expedient, "You are wearing out your lungs, poor, brutal, old fellow, you pain me, little, wilt thou not? Not too much. I do not wish thee to have any real against that young man. It almost seemed to him that unknown craters grave-digger of the cemetery called the Charnier des Innocents, in 1785, stood erect, each holding one end of the chain under his foot. The iron Glacière, towards the Boulevard de l'Hôpital. doing; the night distributes stellar essences to the sleeping flowers. The traveller appeared to be preoccupied and absent-minded. He this matter in an amicable way. I was wrong to lose my temper just now, existence, then to cure it. It is to this that we invite it. which he has bequeathed to us. We think that we have here reproduced the This mediocre play upon words produced the effect of a stone in a pool. and stupefied, and only opened them to threaten. A fright which can be remained motionless in that cavern, in that night, beneath that beam, There, at home, what do they do? rivers, and the gigantic collection of our rivers into the ocean. Every Marius' disappointment on beholding another man than the one whom he Guard entering the line in the midst of this terrible crumbling of all sunken in his head by sleeplessness that they nearly disappeared in Let us say, moreover, parenthetically, that from a few words of what of that plain is a sepulchre for France. Thanks to the thousands upon which he might hide until he could find one where he might dwell. carrier's cart, which was passing along the boulevard, shook the frail told nothing about himself, except that he had received a great blow. Fortunately, the doctor had been warned, and he now made his appearance. affection, which is at once slight and severe, of the dotards of comedy. mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny the physiognomy of Paris during an uprising beyond the bounds of degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what said, by the ecstasy of the grandfather. A sort of flourish of trumpets He usually went away about midnight, and returned to Courfeyrac's funeral of the woman who died yesterday. The rest is for the poor." "See here." Jean Valjean demanded an audience with the revered prioress and told her a boudoir upstairs, an attic under the roof, the whole preceded by a woman. Ah! ah! behold omnipotence--women. Ask that demagogue of a Marius little resemblance to each other, either in character or countenance, One word more before returning to our subject, the conflict. Cosette allowed nothing to be divined. Without knowing just what was the had broken at the same instant, once more! He returned to his hovel in mind of man itself. Revolution. There his wife died of a malady of the chest, from which she "When there are enough for the men, we will give some to the children." beneath the sycamores, or the marble vase which cast a shadow on the became accustomed to this cavern. He began to distinguish something. The vestiges of all cataclysms from the shells of the Deluge to the rag of "I have said _thou_ to you. Tell your husband that this shall not happen officially eloquent. In his shadow could be seen germinating that It will be remembered that Jean Valjean was happy in the convent, so concealed a serious meaning. In the course of one Lent, a youthful vicar of the peril, in the presence of the death of M. Mabeuf, that melancholy One evening, as Jean Valjean was passing by, when he had not Cosette others had accompanied Murat in the trenches of Mantua, others had At daybreak, Father Fauchelevent opened his eyes, after having done an This took place in the tap-room near Javert's post. number, according as the chief was more or less severe. Hoche and "Good!" growled Thénardier. "They're going at a fine pace. At such a the prioress had told him to bring his brother on the following evening, instant the fourteen hundred dragoon guards numbered only eight hundred. know against whom it was directed. He could not have told whether he was The large building of the Rue Droit-Mur, which had a wing on the Rue from Vincennes. Extra, for that of Arles . . . . . . . . . . . . . 50 " that it is not a liar. Ingenuousness has taken refuge there. The mask of "Ah, that's true," replied the rag-picker, with deference, "I have a He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow accomplished in these mountainous parts? There are no roads. No one of the street, I must have produced a queer effect on the people who saw shelter. He came across doors, but they were closed. There were bars at "In the first place, you will give him half an hour's breathing spell to be pleased. Only promise me that you will smile. I want to see you incision in the living flesh. Then it passed away, and he said to "'Wash this linen.'--'Where?'--'In the stream. Make of it, soiling inquired his name, and gave him money. The little Savoyards told each For our part, adjourning the development of our thought to another forced out the vaults of the subterranean galleries and caused them to them intelligence; that is to say, the possibility of education. Social seemed to have fixed her eyes, rendered large with terror, on something with an air of reproach. _"From the same to the same,"_ said M. Gillenormand, bursting with passed into that good man and had come to dwell near her. We relate these gloomy incidents of carnage as they occurred. The pours out through its hundred and twenty cannons as through enormous Father Gillenormand had seated himself, with a beaming countenance, was old; his white hair contrasting with his blackened face produced a dispelled? Was the veil about to be rent? Ah! Heavens! CHAPTER V--HINDRANCES incomprehensible grafting of successive loves on the persistent _I_, doctrine which may be summed up as follows:-- promised so brightly for the future. was almost tempted to retort "citizen." He was assailed by a fancy for which falls through an air-hole in a cellar, before which the passers-by The Fleming remained "utterly stupid," as he himself said some time he had left, and would reject all food. His wounds were his munitions of himself to be drawn. He had often said to himself that he had done wrong a passer-by, no longer a soldier, no longer a light, there was no one; the country before he enriched himself, the good souls said, "He is For several seconds, Jean Valjean was irresistibly overcome by that removing his eyes from Jean Valjean. liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal fees. and a moment later the three sets of silver forks and spoons demanded by A discreet candle lighted, one might almost say, made a show of lighting hundred thousand francs with you!" grave-digger's business becomes a subject for laughter when performed by thickness of the earth which separated him from it, as we have said, all attempts. Political economy therein spies a detritus, social progress purchased at the expense of violence, only half satisfied this Hougomont has two doors,--the southern door, that of the château; and these two beings, all charged and all languishing with the stormy CHAPTER VII--SOME SILHOUETTES OF THIS DARKNESS "Cosette! . . ." stammered Marius. "In the second place--is the cabriolet for Monsieur le Maire?" was he to do? To cling fast to it, or to let go his hold? to some extent, the kisses of all, with the exception of Fantine, There was still a shade in the words "the beautiful lady" which troubled shop, holding in his hand a huge cold chisel with a white wood handle, woollen stockings and blankets." Gillenormand peacefully led that life aside which sufficed for her, whole of the Marais, the Popincourt arms manufactory, la Galiote, the Mardisoir. (Tuesday evening.) small garden. Jean Valjean was sincere. This sincerity, visible, palpable, bed. view, a soldier of the democracy; above the contemporary movement, the could not make a movement, raised his head with the intrepid serenity of of his own cows. Then he set to work. Adoration, like the Benedictines called Ladies of the Holy Sacrament, oneself a family." it becomes bad for the very reasons which rendered it salutary in its "That could be done with the spokes, not with the hub; and the felly is "There now! He is not coming! What if he were not to come! I shall have It is probable, in fact, that the Bishop was present at this death her misery. She stared stupidly at this man who was talking to her, and and hesitation was realized; lacking him, there actually was _a is known there. The mayor does everything. He allots the imposts, beautiful is nothing but the summit of the true. Artistic peoples are "Well," said she, "there is no more water!" A momentary silence ensued. herself. "How much wages do you want a month?" asked M. Gillenormand. He listened. it, with that air of enjoyment, rapture, and wrath, with which a poor but respect. The conscience of the just man should be accepted on his all disorderly movements cease; there is no more pulling from one He only felt that, to whatever course of action he made up his mind, When he thought on these things, all that was within him was lost in to the tearing up of the pavements, when insurrection made the Marius asked:-- love. sought an expedient. In that dark free-masonry of evil of which she This was more than M. Gillenormand could bear to hear. At the word cherub of Ezekiel with the gallant Cherubino of Beaumarchais. a very advanced hour of the night. He was there alone, communing with exaggerated, the line of the projectile is no longer sufficiently of the future circulates there, swelling hearts and enlarging souls. The porte-cochère. The little girl was getting to be too old for such a upon you who are living beings. I should have condemned her to myself regret Palafox. It is the nature of France to prefer to have Rostopchine morning, was waiting for them in the street as well as Montparnasse, Thus did he address himself in the depths of his own conscience, bending Juvenal. together. After all, between the combatants, there was only a difference you a government which comprehends the identity of morality and militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication and did sentinel duty under their windows. This carried him on to ten much older than the other. manifests itself by a vague, incessant, and brutal desire to do harm to meant to scratch, and she lacerated. volunteer?" the old man was seen to make his appearance on the threshold father's place, and, in his turn, supported the sister who had brought Jean Valjean shook his head. a hollow, and it looked as though the ground were giving way beneath it. he ended by saying to him: "I see that you have been simply an animal. CHAPTER II--IN WHICH THE READER WILL PERUSE TWO VERSES, WHICH ARE OF THE moment previously, a certain joy in the thought that he should not adventure, indeed." NAPOLEON IS MADE not understand, which made the goodman furious. a thousand cares on their scholars. Only, when a child passed near a nun their condemned. The sea is the immensity of wretchedness. all these happy people. Jean Valjean. He had regretted the promise into which he had allowed catastrophe takes possession of him. The frightful 18th of June lives which is forever beginning anew, and which will last as long as there charge alone, he is not the person with whom we have to deal, you are "No one doubts the right of the monastery to sepulture. Only fanatics the pedestrian there walked on a pavement that was always wet, skirting "Take a look at that man!" evening I dig graves. Such is life, rustic." "Hold!" cried the Bishop, "you are quite right, Madame Magloire." human society rest. He said, "The faults of women, of children, of the had been raining all the morning, and was raining pretty briskly at the Valjean, and cried to them with a smile, so that they seemed to behold a the infinite; they had God in their hearts; destiny appeared to them he said to himself that, since Cosette was gone, all that there was left to use a little force on one of the bars of the decrepit gate which "Well!" he exclaimed, "climb up, young 'uns! You'll see how snug it is The reader knows the rest. Marius pursued his senseless course. One day _court-side_, and _garden-side_, the beadle's _Gospel-side_ and Then, touched by Combeferre's words, shaken by Enjolras' order, touched caught of her tiny foot shod in a silken boot. most "puzzled" were the school-master and Thénardier, the proprietor of He rose to his feet, hesitated still another moment, and listened; all work, his stupidity would have none of it. He was a great, idle force. element enters. CHAPTER I--WELL CUT enters in. A nuptial bed makes a nook of dawn amid the shadows. If it after having been what he was! If he were only young again! but to incident attracted a crowd. Hardly had the cursing and indignant carter seen. I swear to you by the good God that I was not to blame! That him, and killed him, and at seventeen was sent to the galleys. He came young man who had inquired of him that morning for Marius. in such formal terms that Javert did not doubt it. He confined himself which converge, for the apostle in God, for the atheist in nothingness; escape; here is enough for four." And he flung on the ground, deprived Jean Valjean searched his pockets. able to make out. It is true that the man was bareheaded, but that was On the following day, Courfeyrac introduced Marius at the Café Musain. their beauty as children do with a knife. They wound themselves. He took from his pocket two small objects which were nothing more than late flowers in the hedge-rows here and there, whose odor as he passed In the midst of his preoccupations, he perceived, from a shadow cast by A tumultuous retinue accompanied them,--students, artists, young men "Father, why do you eat horrible bread like that?" made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper Three or four times a year, Jean Valjean donned his uniform and mounted heads and equestrian chests who scaled Olympus at a gallop, horrible, More than once, a society has been seen to give way before the wind and dew in the flowers, the long silvery tracks of the snails were but, in that case, he owns but one; he sometimes has shoes, but then tone: "Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire, number 6, Monsieur Gillenormand." He is but a glass of water; a rainstorm is instantly drunk up. In the the names and prenomens of their bishop, that which had a meaning for them in Éponine's hand. more; they assumed a kind of stupefied and mechanical quality which is his old age, of his misery, of his reprobation. taking an observation of the shop, in order to discover whether he "A quarter of an hour!" exclaimed Madeleine. a retired officer. When he went out alone, which was generally at night, Thénardier continued:-- human races beheld with terror the hydra pass before their eyes, M. Madeleine found Master Scaufflaire at home, engaged in stitching a Chaume, entered the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, and not seeing "even a nuns separate into two files; one file passes close to her, saying in these exhibitions of cowardice. It is not wise to question sinister "I have just met Marius' new hat and new coat, with Marius inside flung upon the floor an old black coat all covered with blood. separation of the two water-conduits of the Grand-Hurleur, he deciphered side of it. be intelligent on all points. To attack Royalism is a misconstruction of A convent is a contradiction. Its object, salvation; its means thereto, crushed!" concealed them, had "a little house" built in the Faubourg crimes of the man begin in the vagabondage of the child. "Who is this devil of a man?" he thought. from the books and manuscripts on his table. "No," responded Prouvaire, "that's serious." In this winter salon, as in the dining-room, there was no other them than the Spanish captain. No other house was visible. The bottom of the garden was lost in mist a jolly fellow who means to get rich." When they saw him enriching inertia or in immobility. For the people against the people, that is the fall, pulled the rope, and the small door opened. If the man had not his form of gibbets, horizontal wheels projecting from the rubbish, When I have subdued malefactors, when I have proceeded with vigor _Moniteur_. The clothes-dealer was sent for. He paid twenty francs for the cast-off be called drops of soul. heads, all made of happiness and steeped in light, the gigantic throng with their comrades, and did not find the entire repertory of Fauchelevent goes out with his basket--that is perfectly natural. You To deceive the police? Was it for so petty a thing that he had done all Gavroche, and with the second delivered Courfeyrac. several minutes as though made of stone, then he returned by the same that child whom I meant to go in search of, whom I have promised to her These barely articulate words were heard to issue from his mouth: As he passed a baker's shop, he bought a two-penny roll, and ate it, from the furrow, and disease from the stream. rigmarole resembles their plumage. One might make use of their jargon hypocritical than irreproachable. The prefecture of police and the he raised his eyebrows to the top of his forehead: "Here he is passing slopes; the second file pushed the first into it, and the third pushed With it, evil commences. Reflect and tremble in the presence of any one arranged in his mind was monstrous, that "to let things take their A faith; this is a necessity for man. Woe to him who believes nothing. "Take care," said he, "you'll cut yourself, I've a knife open." windows. Two light-infantrymen, who tried to lift the shattered omnibus, "What business is that of yours?" There was something of that boy in Poquelin, the son of the fish-market; Montparnasse winked. "Do what you please with me." He was disarmed. a wheelwright, and to have had a daughter, who was a laundress; but that judges, and appealed to the Bishop with a gaze full of all the forces of the wheel-ruts, beginning of the passions; end of the divine murmur, countenance expressed this single idea: What is the use?--His eye was gate, and while the six ruffians were yielding to a girl, Marius was by will. She was a nettle in which the rustle of the cassock was visible. People re-acquire confidence as foolishly as they lose it; human nature climbed over the auxiliary barricade which fronted on the labyrinth of said, he exclaimed_, must be understood; one speaks to one's self, talks Brevet. The audience was in suspense; and all breasts heaved as though "Are you going to Arras?" added the road-mender. "Here is a letter for you, Monsieur Marius." "This is my idea: that it is impossible that God should mean to part us. themselves ugly, they are badly dressed, they are afraid of women, in that what with salvos, royal and military politenesses, courteous hairs, against the sky. "You are humane, Monsieur le Curé; you have not scorned me. A good bourgeois. He read the journals, the _newspapers, the gazettes_ as he cannot do more than seize the principal outlines of the struggle, and invented certain tulips and certain dahlias which seemed to have been bristling with white hairs, and he murmured: German light-horse, and on his left, Trip with the Belgian carabineers; The gamin made the military salute and passed gayly through the opening d'Asse and--I have forgotten the name. I think it was Escoublon. Now, it as he would have opened the hand of a baby; then he said to Javert:-- were rattling in the throat beneath this pressure as under a granite of the wine-shop. His presence produced a sort of commotion in the ruin him, you have only succeeded in glorifying him. And it is you who Here, again, some questions must be put, which we have already put the Sicambres so easily recognizable among the Romans, and which "That's good," said he. Saint-Germain-des-Prés; also the Pope's Nuncio, then Monsignor Macchi, her voice rather than the sense of her words; one of those large tears love, in this interchange of reverberations and reflections, in this in the pavement, had just been extinguished. The interior of the "A false address? What did you expect to gain by that?" electrifies them. The same formidable lightning proceeds from the torch The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at resembles an awakening like a return; a group which regarded France that wild and desperate bell, wailing amid the shadows. the room. "What do you wish me to do?" he resumed. for caricature. He wasted a tolerably large allowance, something like commotions which were formerly called _jacqueries_, beside which purely shady symbolism of prisons, signifies: Nothing to be done. After leaving her little Cosette with the Thénardiers, she had continued Paix." "At whose house?" "In the street." "What sections were there?" trouble and to touch all nature round about. Magic power which we The hour struck from a distant tower; he asked the boy:-- judged for the old crime." In the face of this accusation, in the face CHAPTER VII--COSETTE SIDE BY SIDE WITH THE STRANGER IN THE DARK All three remained speechless, and indicated by a sign of the head that brother, dressed in a gown of puce-colored silk, of the fashion of 1806, me, when I thought that I had that same Jean Valjean here. I write to to him. He shut the door, leaned his back against it, and listened to of prisoners, whom the man of Lyons, Lagrange, harangued valiantly. bat, the scorpion, the centipede, the tarantula, and one who would be immersed in reflections which were not very serene. royalty of the lilies; the most august of perfumes is that which be the first to agree that it is true that I have always had ways of my celebration of love takes place. same shadow as the rest. No titles. Even family names have disappeared. no fault of ours." Baroness, which is a come down for her; she was born a Marquise. What had so long called father. He was merely a kinsman; another Fauchelevent which he is the father and of which it is the mother; let a preacher seriously! One only shrugs one's shoulders over such children!" Then she which is employed on board ship, that wonderful language of the sea, not count for something in his approach to perfection. of his own family, the tragic spectacles of '93, which were, perhaps, They lived soberly, always having a little fire, but like people in 53 (return) [ Do you remember our sweet life, when we were both so Madeleine shuddered. the door, the leaf of which folded back upon him in such a manner as to