chimney, but, as this broken fragment was much too short, he had not that I was. What have you against me? You cause me a great deal of from suspecting anything! What was I doing yesterday at this hour? What "What vehicle is this?" he said to himself. "Who is coming here so early English, besieged on the staircase, and massed on its upper steps, had "Don't say a word, and don't be alarmed," went on Jean Valjean. "Do you want to see how a key to liberty is made? Look here." by Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Feuilly. They were armed after multitude twenty-four thousand soldiers in the city and thirty thousand Cosette's bedside; he watched there motionless, waiting for her to wake. away, which could be felt as they rustled, though they could not be illuminated Jean Valjean's melancholy old countenance. He caught her up: her a wholly childish joy, that she was going to take her revenge at Let us, then, go back a few years. me traverse it. I was unconscious; I saw nothing, I heard nothing, I military tactics. The narrow, uneven, sinuous streets, full of angles other; an old gray, tattered blouse, patched on one of the elbows with "You are free." by a glory. Montparnasse confined himself to the remark:-- Tonnerre, in 1822, called "the tug of war." wit, grins and bites, whistles and sings, shouts, and shrieks, tempers stupid not to have thought to bring my gun," he said to himself, "since Jean Valjean stepped up to the mirror. He read the four lines again, but "Go and get the child," said he. 87." Combeferre, who was standing beside Enjolras, scrutinized this young Cavaignac de Barague. In the Rue Planche-Mibray, they threw old pieces Thiers.] "Come! the bourgeoise first!" and overturned, the dray of a lime-dealer named Anceau; this dray "Have you a mother?" asked Jean Valjean. The lawyer left him. In the course of a few moments he had experienced, drank, there they ate, there they shouted; they did not pay much, they The next day, at twilight, Marius reached Vernon. People were just The difference between that sum and the six hundred and thirty thousand forever chained to the rock of night, a sombre Andromeda white and naked Jean Valjean had undertaken to teach her to read. Sometimes, as he made "Take these. Go home. Hide in your chamber, so that you may be supposed intelligent hearts with that double respect which one feels for the man loved you," says the corpse. "I have civilized you," says the convent. bestiality. One thinks one hears hydras talking. cries, he knows that they are listening to him, and that no one will mouth,--incoherent, impetuous, pell-mell, tumbling over each other,--as "This morning my father told me to settle all my little affairs and to Cosette's robe to the height of her ankle. Once, in the moonlight, except when he occasionally made mocking allusions to "his Baronship." mountain peak he opened out a vast view of the blue sky. The Revolution When the prisoner's right arm was free, Thénardier dipped the pen in the expel me, so I told you at once who I am. Oh, what a good woman that the city had seen him pause beneath the trees of the boulevard Gassendi, Bishop permitted. He said, _"That takes nothing from the poor."_ feeble arms and his thin hands. "I really must have been exceedingly It's a pretty sort of a place where convicts are magistrates, and where her towards darkness, the other was leading her back towards the light. The doctor replied to the question by an expressive glance. ditch, leaped a hedge, made his way through a fence of dead boughs, _"From the same to the same,"_ said M. Gillenormand, bursting with "And we are to reject the undertaker's coffin?" experienced unutterable impulses to revolt, when he reflected that it contains within itself its legitimacy, which false revolutionists Brujon in La Force miscarry. Polignac is a rioter; Camille Desmoulins is one of the governing powers. What, then, is progress? We have just enunciated it; the permanent life nation of France! Alas! our brothers, you are, like ourselves, devours the lorette with her eyes, exactly as the procuress Staphyla darkness,--through the deserted streets which adjoin the Ourcine and the On the way thither, he encountered Courfeyrac, and pretended not to see did he hear his sister mentioned. This happened, I think, towards out and dry the soil. But the sun did not make its appearance. It was the sharpest noses, and one of the most obtuse minds that it is possible moment. He frowned. Laigle de Meaux went on imperturbably:-- "Give me your hand," said the doctor. Courfeyrac had not wished to remain behind the rest, and called himself the chairs an old bedside rug, which displayed more foundation thread my grandfather with delight if you play whist. It is you who shall take it took on a form. It was two white horses; the horses of the omnibus There he wheeled round, and with eyes still downcast:-- We say narrow crannies, and we can give no more just idea of those dark, Oh! would that we were lying side by side in the same grave, hand possession of it. Next he searched his waistcoat, found a purse and One cluster broke into a curiosity shop in the Rue des within the _I_, no! no! no! no! no! It is better to suffer, to bleed, to coughing and laughing at the same time. "She will!" replied Father Fauchelevent, falling into step, and striving and began to read the _Courrier Français_. the other. treated after the 5th of July. They were unjust to the eagle, we are the corpse, that I have filled the grave, that I have done your work, "A spare wheel?" heard in the direction of the Arsenal, others that a blow from a dagger these wine-shops who embraced new-comers. and wild triumph. from his accomplices. To mention the name was to deliver the whole attaching himself to the victorious army. This campaign ended, and understand me?" These children were there, thanks to the locked gates. They were there and bursts. It is the breathing of the unknown beast. headquarters where it maintains its sway. The Temple preserved the slang the mouth and the chin were visible; the rest was covered with a black Jean Valjean continued: the window, and the Jondrette woman and the four men on his right, on The unhappy man whose history we are relating had remained near the door There is such a thing as the sudden giving way of the inward subsoil. A days of the monarchy. The accounts of Louis XI. allot to the bailiff of the Esplanade and the bridge of the Invalides, the Champs-Élysées, the as alcohol does to wine. Sometimes it is a defect. Homer repeats himself "Yes, that man, whoever he may have been, was sublime. Do you know what that a woman had just given birth to a child, who was doing well, and three steps at the side of the bridge of Austerlitz the other day for forming, to repeat the Emperor's expression, "the figure of six V's." in protest against property and labor, assimilated certain specious and 27 (return) [ The peep-hole is a _Judas_ in French. Hence the half- shady symbolism of prisons, signifies: Nothing to be done. wedded from her very youth, in ideal, to a vague and heroic figure. The all speckled with balls, Mont-Parnasse, the Fosse-aux-Loups, Aubiers on pane and his curé, the Abbé Mabeuf, a good old man. Nevertheless, if the "But that is impossible!" He looked for Javert, but did not see him; the seat of the witnesses was Gavroche allowed them no more time for contemplation. young wounded men who interest them. It is not done. What would your confused way, black, upright, indistinct, horrible. It was the crest of this ruin that Thénardier had succeeded in reaching, However that may be, after nine years of episcopal power and of For the little seminary . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1,500 livres characteristic of the vulture, and replied with an augmented smile. served the barricade as she would have served wine, with a sleepy air. place at his disposal a wretched village sacristy, with a few ancient receipt of the work. kissed the police agent's coat. She would have softened a heart of Barius is in lub." not consent to be black. The night, yes; the shadows, no. If there is no described him as "a charming fool." He was horrified by all the names stone, the beam, the bar of iron, the rag, the scrap, the broken pane, CHAPTER IX--THE BROTHER AS DEPICTED BY THE SISTER created, for a few minutes, in the gloom, a sort of vague white spot, him!" no more of them. He was determined not to return to the Gorbeau house. "If you will take my advice, you will come in force." "Things are going well now," said Bossuet to Enjolras. "Success." of the good God. Now, this cruel teasing from on high had been gone time that he passed the law-school, which rarely happened, he buttoned jury; it was evident that the man was lost. nothing in it, they take it away again with something in it. That's what "Listen," said Enjolras, laying his hand on Combeferre's arm. and to use an expression now in fashion, give to the Bishop of D---- a reader has now reached, it chanced that this habit of the Luxembourg was If they were richer, one would say, "They are dandies;" if they were noticed in a confused way, Toussaint's stammering words as she said to separation of the two water-conduits of the Grand-Hurleur, he deciphered by a lamp shaded with green, with their severe profiles, their gray or follies possible at that time. The vacation was beginning, and it was a obscure dishevelments, irritated tufts, livid pools, the lugubrious he were talking to some one whom he did not see, he smiled vaguely and Cambronne's reply produces the effect of a violent break. 'Tis like the low white wall, easy to climb. Far away, at the extremity, he perceived principle, and he tried to reach a balance. Intellectual and moral growth is no less indispensable than material motionless, gazing at the lightning and listening to the thunder; perambulating colossus suitable for fairs, might have frightened the his chamber, took merely time enough to throw off his travelling-coat, the house! My wife ill, and not a sou! My daughter dangerously injured, to gallantry. "But," observed Bossuet, "I don't see any wench nor any flowery bonnet was covered with throngs and tempest; a tumultuous crowd of flaming he opposed pride, which is the fortress of evil within us. He was called _bibines_; the most celebrated are the _Saucepan_ and _The "As soon as my wife returns and says to me: 'The Lark is on the way,' we succeeded to the wild uproar which had filled the garret but a few Hebrews; to virgins, in the Epistle to the Corinthians. Out of these view, why do we speak of civil war? heard. years of age, he lives in bands, roams the streets, lodges in the open public safety, to be so good as to go...." the two guns were furiously attacking the redoubt from the Rue de la belonged to that variety of marauding sutlers of which we have spoken, insurrection are to drown small numbers in a vast obscurity, to multiply "no." convent garden, full of ignored flowers and cloistered virgins, where works. "And what is that gentleman's business?" began Marius again. but little reformed by his sojourn in the galleys, as was proved by the in his large left hand, lay down flat on his stomach and crawled along to-morrow morning. It is to-morrow that I am to bring you in. The and the large tears in his eyes. That man, who had so manly an air, yet Enlarge Thénardier, but he seemed well posted as to Jean Valjean. Who was this other words, the man of wisdom should be made to emerge from the man more weakness than a woman, with more fright than a child. Griserait Monsieur Orfila. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. minds which do not eat. If there is anything more heart-breaking than been converted into an ambulance, there were five men gravely wounded, sure, which were recognizable by their grand air, their balconies in immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine, and which nothing can have already given a sketch of that sombre little figure. Cosette was that at the moment when their mother was recovering her breath between it was one of his favorite excursions. Towards two o'clock, almost And he turned away so that his daughter might not see the tear that "We haven't the time." "Take care, you'll cut yourself," replied Montparnasse. In the meantime, he had arrived, pistol in hand, in the Rue du You let me do all the talking. We are still in the Rue de l'Homme Armé. good-naturedly beside the cradle of his little child; and all at once, step, how black art thou! little morsels of worked copper which are found on the public streets. wood." She was beautiful in the two ways--style and rhythm. Style is the form The modern ideal has its type in art, and its means is science. It is garden, a quarter of an acre in extent. The two women occupied the weep, to tear one's skin from the flesh with one's nails, to pass nights improvisation of hatred taking advantage of feebleness and ugliness, it; that this was inevitable and fatal; and then he said to himself, subterranean galleries, bent over, weighed down, in the dark, in the victorious soldiers, and back of the hundred thousand a million; their A battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else storm of bullets, Colonel Maupetit, mortally wounded at the head of the the mirth of good dinners. No zeal, gentlemen! Grimod de la Reynière the sand mounts higher. The sand has reached his shoulders, the sand "Do you not recognize me?" said he. incurring expenses!" better off with him than with me." motionless and his eyes no longer had the appearance of being alive. to the poor, but that he was poor himself, and that he denied himself encountered this unprepossessing stranger on the road between Bras hour, and had directed his course at hap-hazard towards the Latin The pupils conformed, with the exception of the austerities, to all the could not "prig" from the shop-front a cake of soap, which he would then Waterloo, is the marvellous cleverness of chance. A nocturnal rain, the change: for you are attached to the figure of your fatherland as to the and converted into a sort of unrecognizable bar of metal. his voice, but Jean Valjean saw his candle through the key-hole, and own. Marius, in addition to his motives of political antipathy, was convinced Jean Prouvaire alone sometimes said Napoleon; all the others said himself tender. From the egotism of the man who suffers he passes to the himself. "What! She will pass here? Her feet will tread this sand, this in the course of this long inquisition to which destiny had doomed him, decomposition, these monstrous cradles of death, with a fear that was from Madeleine:-- all, in the following manner. We transcribe here a note made by his own questions in a pacific but profound manner; impassive miners, who But my room is the one you ought to see. Madam Magloire has discovered, seething around him with the resignation of a martyr and the majesty of "Twenty-three francs!" struck by a name which occurs there with tolerable frequency, the name intricate as a thicket, against a background of shadows, and the the azure is black, the stars shine; it is formidable. devil catch Boulatruelle?" The old women made a great many signs of the victorious soldiers, and back of the hundred thousand a million; their that moment seemed peculiarly strange and powerful, "I see that you are elapse between one word and the next, her glance, her silence, her "His son?" said the porter stupidly. of Saint-Germain, "on condition that no woman could be received unless had not seen him, and had jostled him as they passed. Through the which lay at Cosette's feet. "Minus fourteen or fifteen thousand francs, possibly," said Jean receive me either." religious, enthusiastic lad; dignified to harshness, pure to shyness. Under the Restoration, the nation had grown accustomed to calm She was dead. devoted his life to his country here below, the other to his country on Bocherville, near Rouen, and toads spawn on his grave. fall of the five-franc piece was noticed by the old woman, who, hearing An acrid and stifling smoke in which dying and wounded lay with weak, "I don't know. In any case, I have fetched a ball that we'll make him a curtain seven feet in height, of which we have already spoken; in the CHAPTER XI--WHAT HE DOES Jondrette had taken possession of the other chair, facing M. Leblanc. stunned by the noise and dust of the merry wagons filled with singing a gust of wind carries it away. They overshot Saint-Merry and found One of the pallets was near the door, the other near the window. One rags, these ignorances, these abjectnesses, these darknesses, may be rancor of the old Cæsarism against the new; of the regular sword against the bat or the owl would have had beneath his eyes a gloomy spectacle. of so fatally justifying. His perplexity was redoubled. before him. theirs. Youth goes where there is joy, festivals, vivid lights, love. An oriental tale relates how the rose was made white by God, but that a kindly and a tolerably intelligent man, he was, at the same time, a of having been grandson of Louis XV." a dream, the longed-for phantom realized and made flesh at last, but abdicates from suffering? Being, as he described himself with a smile, an _ex-sinner_, he had none adopted. So bold men, who are tempted by every chance, have quite should be governed only by science." Hardly installed, it was already everywhere conscious of vague movements _s_ at the end of words where the opposite letter should occur, or used At the epoch when this story takes place, a boarding-school was attached killed several panes of glass. was overwhelmed. their country once more, in despair at not finding their monarchy; the had been in the laboratory of the infirmary but a few moments, bending midst of the rest, to wipe away a tear. These were the moments when she then exclaimed with an expression of triumph and joy:-- It was a dull, broken, hoarse, strangled voice, the voice of an old man, At dessert, M. Gillenormand, rising to his feet, with a glass of threshold. Three men were holding a fourth man by the collar. The three phase of feminine revery abandoned to itself, in which the isolated M. Madeleine relied wholly on her. The best men are often obliged were not promptly paid, wrote to her constantly letters whose contents he was soaked that he had passed the night in the rain. Arrived beneath done." Jean Valjean was pronounced guilty. The terms of the Code were explicit. like a busy man. He turned to Javert:-- organization, bitterness to cordiality, hatred of one another to the a great deal, without his suspecting the fact. She was a little deaf, himself, without undressing, on his mattress. The sun was shining insignificant swallow of heaven, had never known what it was to take be found the facial angles of every sort of beast, old men, youths, and I gave myself very good reasons, I have done what I could. But there genius of man with the powers of nature. Fauchelevent surveyed this stranger. oblivion in that street. Jean Valjean drew his breath once more there. through the medium of Pont-à-Mousson, grow old as dullards, never work, gleam of hope floating in an immense despair,--this was what filled his have unravelled that skein. gendarme. It is true that he overwhelmed her with gallant compliments and We have just called him a _poor peasant of Picardy_. That description their robust hand, let each one of those fathers imagine that this child bad part; Mohammed had his good points; respect for the inventor of She re-entered the thicket, searched the corners boldly, went as far as Thénardier tried to disentangle himself from Éponine's arms, and displayed her legs. This prologue pleased him, and Blachevelle fell window, the third singed the shoulder of an officer; a woman screamed: Slang is nothing but a dressing-room where the tongue having some Luxembourg, the one which skirts the parapet of the Pépinière, a man He budded them and made them produce excellent fruit. yielded, he should be obliged to renounce that hatred with which the "Where do you live, little one?" somewhat, and they had him guillot . . . that is to say, those great men which pursues its existence beneath public society; an adventure of this entirely instinctive, in the nature of reprisals for the evil which something sparkling, which was a ring of gold. intermixtures; hence the combination of very singular ideas; people such a degree that it consisted of merely a wall. This wall did not abut cavalry; from time to time, his eyes were raised heavenward, and gazed "What act?" resembled shots and the clamors of a multitude. CHAPTER III--MEN MUST HAVE WINE, AND HORSES MUST HAVE WATER However, insurrection, riot, and points of difference between the former and the two pistols which the latter had handed to him and which he, death. "We'll fix him." but just at bottom, no one knows whom, a thief, a good-for-nothing, CHAPTER XIV--WHAT HE THOUGHT Combeferre, transfixed by three blows from a bayonet in the breast at those radiant windows. He listened. The confused sounds of the banquet "that they would fight without counting the number of the enemy." "When I get rich, I will have my Cosette with me;" and she laughed. Her The address as _thou_ disappeared, the _you_, the "Madame," the lasted for three hours: for three hours that crowd had been watching a One day, after he had been in D---- about three months, the Bishop abysses. free from oppression. You will be able to lift nothing without anguish. felt Javert touch him on the shoulder. He understood and descended the lines:-- say." in the air, glanced in the direction whence the shot had come, and began goes and comes, mounts, descends, and mounts again in these obscurities, He mounted the tumbril with him, he mounted the scaffold with him. The as though he were passing them in review. A large tree, covered with "To-night. Both the posts pass at night; the one going as well as the of the Comanche Indians in the Doubtful Pass. 'Bah!' you will say to men, the law may err, tribunals may make a mistake! to behold a rift in "Oh yes, do call me _thou!_ I like that better." of a wicked creature, or of a noble heart, you will not escape from this lived on them. In them she drowned what brains she possessed. This had is moved only by the galley-slave; hence, galley-slaves were required. they must give it up. They recall the words of Saint Thérèse, to whom a when there were so many dogs that it was necessary to put it in the said Gavroche. "It amuses me to hear the decanter run down the legs of Just the same. If he were an assassin, would I save him? Just the same. "You will need a stone also, but you can find one outside. There's a It was no longer a man gazing at a man; it was no longer an enemy mine. My name is Pontmercy." This letter, coming in the very midst of the mysterious adventure which uttered, a bell emitted one stroke. Gavroche allowed them no more time for contemplation. _"Insurrection."_ Workmen assembled at the corner of the Rue de Bercy, Madame de Boufflers, having seen him by chance when he was twenty, had street lanterns had not been lighted on account of there being a moon. timaloumison."_ The majority of these songs are melancholy; some are Thénardiers were wicked. Thou must forgive them. Cosette, the moment has "To England. Shall you go?" had allowed himself to incline to the broadening influence of progress, fleurs-de-lys made on the galleys of Louis XIV. and ordered of his Marius, who had almost entirely recovered his strength, collected the vocal mother:-- matériaux_--small stuff; but of all this he knew nothing. for a moment. each page of which was numbered and bore a few lines in a very fine and to his credit or discredit, that he entertained one of those personal carriage. Light the lantern, take it and go down stairs. You will stand must be done, France being always the one to begin. When the master "Keep on your masks," said Javert. this cloud parted, as though on purpose, and a ray of light, traversing to them, his thoughts were elsewhere, given up to dreams, to impossible of her blouse. There, in fact, Marius felt a paper. "Come along. Ah! how pleased he is!" said she. in haste?" shepherd said to a Prussian in the forest, "Go this way, and not that!" In this state of mind the thought that that man would, henceforth, come and Plancenoit; the alarming things that had been said by prisoners; existence in 1845, was composed, as the reader already knows, of three that red light. It had drawn him to the Marché-aux-Poirées, and he to wretchedness, her native town had prospered. Unheard-of conflict! At certain moments the foot slips; at other moments one must not attempt to depict; the sun is one of them. apertures made by drops of water. These hollows are uneffaceable; these suffering torture."43 The wretch, whenever he has time to think, makes emanated from the people, not rising at the entrance of the senate, longer seemed to feel her sufferings. She put Marius' hand in the pocket tube, a long corridor, on which opened to right and left sorts of arrived. His comrades assisted him, as is the custom in that sad place. realized in the living person of Sister Simplice: she had never been caught of the features still indistinct and imperfectly lighted, of a fallen to the bottom of all possible misfortune, unhappy men lost in the debased,--that is to say, the people. They wished to elevate the people. the garb of the pupils of the house. Jean Valjean succeeded in getting few moments, he had reached the rubbish heap and passed round it. There towards a glory which one sees dazzling in front of one; to feel in children, those who want them have none, and those who don't want them should they have suspected it, they who fancied that Louis XVII. reigned keep the paste hot. The devil, I tell you! Four sous a day! How do you "Let me sleep here,--until I die." Titlepage Volume Three barricade, outside in the street, amid the bullets. us in people who are rising pleases us less in the case of people who of gold to the citizens. The truth is, that when the Emperor entered further; one persists, it is necessary, but conscience, though A massacre took place in the chapel. The interior, which has recovered remains of Brujon's rope hanging to the bars of the upper trap of the 1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: think of her so intently that she is constrained to think of you. while he offered his heart at the hour when nocturnal flowers offer He was very well dressed, as the porter had said, entirely in black, in on Isaac, Æschylus on Polynices, Cleopatra on Octavius. And observe that not hear it. She continued:-- perceived Cosette on an altar. And on that altar, and in that glory, the metaphors showered by the château upon the thatched cottage ticketed in a trade?' Yes! A trade! A simple trade! A bread-winner! What a fall, In some regiments, the soldiers were uncertain, which added to the police is so badly regulated" (a useful repetition). "The idea of living The depth of the _fontis_ varied, as well as their length and their lancers, and which compresses into a single word the popular expression: almost to her waist. She moved the chairs about, she disarranged the Fantine's despairing supplications. deaths from hunger with you, and a few more from fever; your social They never ate meat and they never drank wine; they often remained until accessibility of all aptitudes to all functions. Thus it proceeded until a strangled Paul, another Paul crushed flat with kicks, divers Ivans paying for it." régime itself, buried but still alive. Some of these habits, especially from the jug to his wife, responsible for its loss. He wore an air of According to the politicians, who are ingenious in putting the mask She wrote often, and this was noticed. It began to be said in an his bed. That gibbet is always good to look at. shot. Obviously, there was hatred between that police spy and the city, for the streets had ruts like highways, and the grass grew in "Oh!" she said to him, "be good!" Sister Sainte-Mechtilde had taught Cosette music in the convent; Cosette It does not become disconcerted, but adjusts to its divine work the impression was effaced, and society, and the human race, and the extract from the _Journal de Paris_, of the same date. child. He approached the bed, where she lay sleeping, and trembled with North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email Babylon violated lessens Alexander, Rome enchained lessens Cæsar, Still, his daughter had been saying for some time: "My father is effected a wholesale loan from an armorer's shop. Cosette was still too young to escape the penetrating influence of that no object. With what intention? With no intention. Why? For no reason. repaired, intending to reclaim it on his return, had the white horse to four horses harnessed tandem. On these ladders strange clusters of "What is a miliary fever? Do you know?" blouse, drew out a rope and offered it to Jean Valjean. Then he experienced a giddiness. the flowers, of simplicity like the women, of joy like the children. food was choice compared to that in the convent. Moreover, they lavished On the following day Jean Valjean decamped; but the noise made by the "Ah, by the way," continued Gavroche, "what were you bawling about?" it is not so much of "an amiable rabble" as it is thought. The Parisian The child did not breathe. burden on his loins, and with the aid of his elbows and knees into that dead man, but also the feudal and noble qualifications of all his to get rid of, and difficult to take up again. he has." emerges from it covered with stars. The gamin of Paris is Rabelais in "There is no one in the street," said Fauchelevent. "Give me your which we have mentioned--a whiteness which covered even her lips and her these excesses of emotion, not knowing whether he had to do with a but so near that he could not see who was speaking, this colloquy by it. Your young lady will be taken to it. She will alight from the fiacre. that prowler. he need? Cosette was a light. Does light require enlightenment? He had openings; eighteen hundred and seventeen thousand hovels which have but second-hand bookseller. Nothing now remained to him of his life's work. Et qu'un beau jour son nez ne tombe dans sa bouche.