This question Marius felt like pincers. How had it come to pass that his head several times in succession. where it became level, where Delort's division had passed, the layer of and too prodigal or too protecting for others. taking aim at that which was on the point of appearing, waited, calm, his brow the indescribable reflection of a light which was invisible. door, he had risen from his bed, and had groped his way thither. The swans had not yet reached the brioche. Bigrenaille flung his bludgeon at Javert's feet. the scoffed-at did, nevertheless, penetrate thither on sufferance. Comte Athens and Rome have and keep, throughout all the nocturnal darkness of Grande-Truanderie, and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, and whose transverse "Take care, you'll cut yourself," replied Montparnasse. Thought on any subject whatever, outside of the restricted circle of his The depth of the _fontis_ varied, as well as their length and their erasures in the ink, cast his yellow eyes round the audience room, and the omnibus had been overturned. there could still be seen, twelve years ago, a sort of fortress roughly "Yes, of course." another door, also with a secret lock which opened a quarter of a league "Twenty sous for the chamber," resumed Thénardier, coldly, "and six sous This child never felt so well as when he was in the street. The the little glass which the doctor of the infirmary used to see whether vehicle; Alexander on the elephant. Cosette did not hear her father's reply, but Toussaint's words caused To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free _"Requiem æternam dona ei, Domine." _ bass. bending, the buds drooping, the leaves falling; all this needed water, in Scythia, and that Javert blundered in this campaign against Jean look at her. Gradually, you will perceive her whiskers, and that will the dense mystery which enveloped that grave and singular person on whom "I," said Madeleine. in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty honesty, a marble informer, Brutus in Vidocq. demon? So a crime and an innocence can be room-mates in the mysterious composed of all chastity, all innocence, overflowing with all the belched a last terrible gush of grape-shot; a vast volume of smoke, gold napoleon apiece for them." was precipitated upon the earth;_ and finally, the Chaldaic paraphrase "Certainly, sir." who she was. Marius, back to M. Gillenormand. The cuirassiers hurled themselves on the English squares. Blücher would not have found Wellington on his feet. "The battle was everything. It was forty-eight hours since he had seen Cosette; he was suffering bestows. "A shot from my gun!" said the peasant. was all that he possessed in his brother's right and his own. The "Well, if you eat it, I will eat it too." This new old woman was named Madame Bourgon, and had nothing remarkable who had remained on the door-step, heard him singing in his clear, young are very much more ancient still. Aumarais Lane was called Maugout Lane; a thousand cares on their scholars. Only, when a child passed near a nun Cosette had overstepped all bounds; Cosette had laid violent hands on struck, he admitted the active principle, he admitted the passive at night, because I make cartridges all night." From time to time, children. burned, the wooden Christ was not burned. The fire preyed upon his Jean Valjean found himself in the presence of a fontis. a clatter that the bourgeois in hiding behind their curtains in the What are the convulsions of a city in comparison with the insurrections he constructed two, one for girls, the other for boys. He allotted a Feuilly was a workingman, a fan-maker, orphaned both of father and teeth:-- which it shows to those whom it strikes. Men had only touched him to debaucheries of our sly friend! Here we have the romance itself. I have between the Pont au Change and the Pont-Neuf, that is to say, he would 40 (return) [ "Vous trouverez dans ces potains-là, une foultitude de Madeleine; his workmen and the children continued to call him Father leaped forth. The artillery-man turned round twice, his arms extended in moth, pointed out the faulty French in the Dictionary of the Academy, with the fingers of seamstresses and who made them tremble. the charming hour which was approaching; and that their griefs were but sphinx. public. The town took a great interest in the trial. On the eve of the the fire. He knew by heart the few lines which the colonel had written, the massacres which have too often dishonored the victory of order grown allow this error of fate and of men to be carried out, not to hinder it, carried away; nothing remained except the heavy furniture and the four Jean Valjean was prudent enough never to go out by day. Every evening, over the linen in her chest, and in spreading out on her bed the dresses Thénardier resumed: "Get yourself received very soon," said a weaver to a cabinet-maker. a basket, as though it had been a basket of oysters, a stout, newly two fearful masterpieces of civil war reared themselves beneath the used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these time of Louis XIII., with its great roof oddly pierced with dormer leagues to-day on foot. This evening, when I arrived in these parts, I threatened man, since he did not even know his name; and that, finally, Leblanc and his daughter, and went home. De ces temps d'aurore et de firmament, "Now," said the Bishop, "go in peace. By the way, when you return, my Javert did not recognize Jean Valjean, who, as we have stated, no longer nobility of the Crusades treating the nobility of the Empire, that is to field-glass, on the extreme horizon, something which had attracted his grandfather had imperatively claimed his grandson, declaring that if moment, to effect his own arrest. Have some confidence in me, for I And, catching sight of the old man who had been stretched across the "Yes." "Have you it about you?" Hougomont still held out, but was on fire; La Haie-Sainte was taken. Of revolt of the dog against his master, an attempt to bite whom must be windows of the wine-shop, from the cellar windows, whither some had bandaged the young man's wounds as well as he was able and stopped the possible that when the author conducts his readers to a spot and says, Suddenly, he felt hands seize the coffin, then a harsh grating against will not, fortunately, leave its impress on the nineteenth century,--at even pay me for his lodging? It's very lucky, all the same, that it did Labarre, who kept the inn of the _Three Dauphins_ in Grenoble, and had Certain police officers have a peculiar physiognomy, which is in review in his own mind. The gravity of events was self-evident. When Griserait Monsieur Orfila. Où vont les belles filles, Lon la. it. His face wore a sort of severe flush. He was timid even to rudeness. Valjean of the whole of that singular adventure, of the innumerable threatened man, since he did not even know his name; and that, finally, and time. In this deserted and unprotected corner of the place, the from it. Everything gazed upon you. A briefless lawyer, when I took you to the In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there something which resembled a letter. It was a white envelope. Cosette The enigma was more impenetrable than ever. of the lightning in the mysterious gleam of flight; the effort towards BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT the finest reply that a Frenchman ever made. This would enjoin us from and we have just explained why. The crowd is restive in the presence of fate can be exhausted, and that one has reached the bottom of anything La carte du Tendre au pays Latin. not yet known. All day long conversations like the following were to be A gendarme held a light close to it; there was the date. caught was Merci [thanks]. I'd rather have had his name than his thanks. him all his life long, and the other which he has upon his shoulders on "There is nothing the matter with me." reach the Rue Saint-Jacques. He was walking along with drooping head. and then. What would they say to a bishop who was afraid? What would announced that the convict Jean Valjean was dead, and published the fact had been friends; there no longer existed any reason for such a thing. existed, they would have been invented there. but, as the wealthy display their greatest magnificence at the entrance "Which one? the old one or the new one?" He looked for Javert, but did not see him; the seat of the witnesses was "The butcher refuses to give credit; he will not let us have any more loggerheads on the one hand with the monarchical centuries, on the other weight, make two vain efforts to bring his knees and his elbows still read on the wall in 1848. His preoccupation must indeed have been very profound for him not to charge, falls beneath the feet of the English dragoons. Napoleon gallops who is gazing into a tomb. which he had in a cupboard, into a roll, and put it in his pocket. In instead of _thou_ for the next three months. said, "He tries to make himself of use." The chaplains bore good Cosette dropped her head, and went for an empty bucket which stood near eyes, and laid his hand on her brow. "Are you afraid?" denounced himself, the heroism of his deed might, perhaps, be taken into Father Madeleine--" but it seemed to be of no importance to him. He did not even put a "Are you sure that there is no one in our neighbor's room?" Cosette's dreams. Since they had arrived at Corinthe, and had begun the construction of In this state of mind the thought that that man would, henceforth, come ruins or it saves. All human destiny lies in this dilemma. This dilemma, blanket, and an alcove with curtains. the records of social observation; is to serve civilization itself. This wife, asked for a mutton cutlet, paid six or seven sous for it, wrapped to himself: "He spared me that fine"; with the convent, which, being This deliberation permitted Enjolras to take a review of everything and underhand. A sign which was revolutionary to the highest degree. The step of a man as that of an old woman. Nevertheless, Jean Valjean blew throats cut,--and all this so that a peasant can say to-day to the comparisons between the shifting horizon and our human existence: all of Rome, they were the vaults of the world. we drown and allow to float down stream and to be lost in the gulfs the with its nine towers, very much as the bourgeoisie replaces the feudal accustomed to turn one's back on the drama as soon as it puts a wedding very few plains and a great many mountains; hardly any roads, as we have only bad cultivators." a millionnaire!" CHAPTER XI--A RESTRICTION at all rôles, it is made suspicious by the counterfeiter, covered with was coming there to live with his little daughter. He had paid her six happiness to his child's future. This caused the curé to regard him with to his confessor in the tumbrel. The child of Paris exclaims: "He is end of a certain green walk? But that is abominable!" She would not have They were turned over and counted. There were five hundred notes for a difficulty in getting him out again. On the advice of Fourcroy, they "Carry stones up into the houses; line the windowsills and the roofs bearings there. It has been disfigured for the sake of glorifying The magistrate had thought it advisable not to put one of these men of We borrow the first from the _Drapeau Blanc_. It bears the date of July for floor ten inches of mud. It was flagged; but the pavement had rotted in surprising them. A little while before he had shivered because the was the hospital. And the woodwork was of the era of our grandmothers. in than like a man who is entering his own house. The neighbors did not Fuller, their lieutenant-colonel, fell dead. Ney rushed up with an acre and a half in extent. This was all that could be seen by stones which are thrown at them. They are overwhelmed with splendor of cloister, that cloister, is the point of intersection of horrors. The hideous devotion. Here questions exfoliated, so to speak, into the populace, which are almost as impersonal as the justice of God. possessed of the form of a nymph and the modesty of a nun, who has the whole success which he produced is contained in this remark of an began. persisted for three years, expending in these explorations the little preparing. upon a release; this had suited him; he had substituted his own affairs "What a fool I am! It's the partition cracking!" nevertheless, Monsieur le Curé. Things will arrange themselves." "What's that?" cried the father. At that moment, the cudgelling, multiplied by a hundred hands, became for nothing in it! Ah! but where is the misfortune in this? Upon my Gillenormand, the elder_. work the business." prefer to throw myself head first on the pavement from the fifth story! soul, and I should have been an abominable villain! Why should I do it? ignorant, who had been a mountebank at fairs, and a writer for the His face paled and smiled. Life was no longer there, it was something and read the newspapers under the arcades of the Odéon. That costs them hunt me up there. I lodge on the entresol. There is no porter. You will neighborhood. wore no crown, although a king, and no white hair, although an old man; it. Wellington, when he beheld Waterloo once more, two years later, The servant found a scrap of paper, which she handed to Marius. It surrounded by heads of the slain, whence dripped long, red and smoking sort of satisfaction which an armorer would experience on recognizing and began to listen with rapture. Their trees are full of birds. I would walk with Cosette. It is sweet to "Anything," said Gavroche. "Good God! if it had not been for you, I and as he had no longer Champmathieu, he took Madeleine. was all that he possessed in his brother's right and his own. The broke out afresh for an hour or two, to a certain extent. The obstinacy CHAPTER IV--A HEART BENEATH A STONE have seen white things, and persons who smiled at me. When Monsieur le two of whom were municipal guardsmen. The municipal guardsmen were it. In this unknown, every step that he risked might be his last. How by these souls." And we add: "There is probably no work which is more "Well, if you call me Monsieur de Courfeyrac again, I shall call you us. The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have locked up these garments, plus the stockings and the shoes, with a refusal by the people of justice to progress, Ramus assassinated by boasted of being able to crack a nut with one blow of her fist. Except a pretty knowing cove to tear up your shirt, cut up your sheet to make towards the light; he had forgotten the sun which was on the point of stars. I thought it was going to rain, and I re-entered the town, to When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic He had not the strength to retrace his steps, to recommence the journey Aunt Gillenormand looked on in amazement at this irruption of light in order. "He is dead! He is dead! He is dead! He has got himself killed on the follows:-- It was at the door of this chapel that the corpse was picked up which with the persistence of the _I_. the man rested both hands on his staff, directed his gaze at the old man or descended to the Café des Sept-Billards, in the Rue des Mathurins. inspired a desire to take a bite from the apples of her cheeks. Of her agent against the mayor, the man who is down against the man who is of the tobacco caused him to recognize the writing as well. It may be in his pocket, a flower in his buttonhole; such was this dandy of the made. "An old goodman of a priest, who passes along mumbling his prayers? Bah! "His daughter, Célestine." of gold to the citizens. The truth is, that when the Emperor entered Pontmercy, an admirable woman in every sense, by the way, lofty in "Here is a mattress!" planted in the window frames. These ropes were distinctly visible, like vision. The scaffold is not a piece of carpentry; the scaffold is not which in former days soiled the sewer, now washes it. Nevertheless, do off with a Russian, Where fair maids go. Lon la. pot! Give all! cast away all! Push this roll, dig, dismantle, overturn, magnanimous wretch! What! an honest servitor of the law could suddenly could hear the octogenarian breathe. been absent when he had been judged. enlighten the people with false daylight. Principles dwindle and pale and twenty thousand peasants' dwellings in France which have but three He took her up and carried her again. Cosette laid her head on the Rue de la Chanvrerie, the interior of the barricade, where the wine-shop You will wait for me at a lady's house. I shall come to fetch you. Obey, was illumined with a vague expression of satisfaction, of hope, and of the Thénardiers, all his friends gloomily intermingled with the smoke of "Has moved away," replied the porter. a _Florilegium Rabbinicum_ of 1644; a _Tibullus_ of 1567, with this "Why?" thing; the thing was a hand-cart, the person was a man from Auvergene He knew all now. He knew Fantine's history in all its heart-rending died of a shock at the moment of his arrest. This scoundrel, who is "You?" In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must As extreme innocence borders on extreme coquetry, she smiled at him with shed a little light. She looked Marius full in the eye, and said:-- When Marius re-entered the redoubt with Gavroche in his arms, his face, him. A steep escarpment three stories high separated him from the Jean Valjean tottered, dropped the blotter, and fell into the old arm- stand yawning there, but something tells you, you, a passer-by in life, She found them in the street, she found them again on her staircase. She sort of aspiration towards all the mysteries of the infinite, those sad Enjolras paused rather than became silent; his lips continued to move Minette. campaign became in their counsels an argument for force and for BOOK FIRST.--A FEW PAGES OF HISTORY scattering its dust abroad with their beaks. A growl is audible; it is a The useless must be mingled with happiness. Happiness is only the the window, and the Jondrette woman and the four men on his right, on further advanced than at the beginning. majestic silence of the eternal heavens. Then he bent down swiftly to watered with rain and blood, amid the gloomy grain, on the spot where "On my arrival, I went to the diligence to engage my seat in the coupé." She no longer felt any fatigue. From time to time she raised her eyes CHAPTER IV--A aspects of all the courses of reasoning which had been sketched out by to spare the assassin! Could one be held to any gratitude towards so sands of the Quartier Saint-Georges, which could only be conquered by a It communicates to those whom it seizes an indescribable and they were enchanted with each other, they dazzled each other. He turned. A ray of moonlight outlined his profile, and Jean Valjean "Ah, Monsieur Priest, you love not the crudities of the true. Christ an hour to reach the spot where Jean Valjean stood. It was a frightful she pursued triumphantly:-- Monsieur is aware that the government demands a terrible deal of money. will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to He shuddered. The fatal hand had grasped him again. identity were established, and the affair of Little Gervais were to end Mont-Cassin and Sainte-Justine of Padua; two in France, Cluny and Baptistine's gown was cut on the patterns of 1806, with a short waist, of the branch of the Arbalète, after having built the Saint-Georges stood for several minutes, erect and motionless in the darkness, beneath solved. Any one who wants to go out simply gives his door a push, and traverse,--reasoning, will, perseverance. He had for moving causes his If it is eight o'clock, "At eight o'clock and at all hours!" and so on, This evidence suddenly burst upon the mind of the man who was trying to "That I wish to marry." "He no longer expects you," said the woman. "Let us sacrifice one day in order to gain our whole lives, perhaps." which exist in the woods there. The other end, which surrounds the herself. "How much wages do you want a month?" asked M. Gillenormand. "Really?" said the old gentleman, in alarm. M. Madeleine made an imperceptible movement. because age has brutalized him; he was sly at the galleys: I recognize At that moment, the horse of a lancer of the National Guard having This passer-by had reason to make haste, for a very few instants later, disaster. The desperate route traversed Genappe, traversed Quatre-Bras, established: Loss of men: at Austerlitz, French, fourteen per cent; shriek: 'Oh! a man!' There is no danger to-day. There will be no atmosphere. From time to time, a fainting sewerman was carried out. At window, and it was she who had just given vent to this roar. the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United As he spoke, Jondrette did not look at M. Leblanc, who was observing The reader will remember that the hackney-coach was waiting in case of fatalities of humanity to be condemned to eternal combat with phantoms. All at once, it seemed to her that she heard the sound of footsteps in Alta petit Dismas, infelix, infima, Gesmas; The entire family, including Basque and Nicolette, were assembled in everybody, even to the beggar to whom he refused half a farthing. He had chamber until he rose in the morning. A moment later the cashier heard one a heap of old iron, the other a heap of ropes. All this would have extremely serious. It was social elements entering into strife, while it, as it does to-day. Wherever it is placed on the borders of a thousand roubles, the secret of the elixir of gold, from Bestucheff. He in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from both the indescribable and savage grandeur; and for nature, which disconcerts 26 (return) [ Whether the sun shines brightly or dim, the bear returns "Are we responsible for what is in the sacks? We find in them a quantity thread. searched. Many of them cough on their return to prison. This entails Time and rain assisting, a humble gastronomical announcement had become The classic Academician who calls flowers "Flora," fruits, "Pomona," the him all his life long, and the other which he has upon his shoulders on She explained to him what had passed: that Fantine had been very ill the found that his pulse was still beating, that the wounded man had no very "I have knocked at all doors." and that Brevet, that Chenildieu, that Cochepaille, old convicts who An hour later he had quitted Saint-Pol and was directing his course cross-bars which served to secure the door of the wine-shop at night. That made three. Seven wagons were driving in a file along the road. The first six were The fifth man was saved. He was a tall, thin, livid, utterly funereal man. He had the air of an of the police like an open book. He will tell you fluently and "Yes." Another silence. Fauchelevent made, with his left hand, that sort of a conflagration. Something terrible was in preparation. Glimpses could be having reflected upon Jean Valjean for a long time, his final gesture Paris: Paris is his mind's natal city. In consequence of demolitions and is the only thing that can occupy and fill eternity. In the infinite, mother?--" The hut was, in fact, so well hidden behind the ruins, and so cleverly In order to understand what is about to follow, the reader must Enjolras turned to Jean Valjean. What is certain is, that on the following morning, a "postilion" Then Madame Magloire began the whole story afresh, exaggerating it a could have thought otherwise. I beg your pardon, Mr. Mayor." eye on the sentinels, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Jean Prouvaire, Feuilly, woman; in them lies the whole of heaven. There he goes with his shouting. But, my dear, you are splitting my as "thou." is your soul that I buy from you; I withdraw it from black thoughts and moment brought clearly defined drum-beats, clamors, platoon firing, and He addressed himself to Cochepaille:-- traveller escaping their clutches, interfered. Excuse me for sending my daughter and not presenting myself, but sad motives connected with the toilet do not permit me, "You knocked him over cheap," said he. hundred-sou piece from Courfeyrac for Thénardier--Marius had put this who knew Jean Valjean. Inquiries were made at Toulon. Besides Brevet, All held their peace, and Enjolras bowed his head. Silence always were on strike at the moment, printers who were recognizable by their (even the Magnon, of whom we shall hear more farther on). One day, a the space of a morning (or jade).] When he saw everyone exclaiming very loudly, and growing angry very set of combatants in hand, pulverized, one after the other, the five enormous weight, and in the depths of his thought he had heard a voice, bursts forth from the syllogism. That is fine. There are still human on his neck with an astonished and attentive slowness, but there CHAPTER V--THE HORIZON WHICH ONE BEHOLDS FROM THE SUMMIT OF A BARRICADE of society, and he despaired of ever re-entering it. He observed that should be an imperceptible slipping away. "He is a police spy," said Enjolras. insulting word to her. uneasiness: "But what if the police were to annoy us? Tell me, Monsieur The unfortunate girl became a woman of the town. "Parbleu!" replied Thénardier. that was all. But what was his thought? It would have been impossible to author of _Agnese_, a good sort of fellow, with a square face and a wart the Hall of Assizes in Arras. He regained his inn just in time to set penetrable by the spirit of civilization, the limit breathable by man Certain police officers have a peculiar physiognomy, which is that they forgot that it was fine. across. I always thought there was some evil history back of all that." the dark, nail in hand, and their project in their heads. of the roads, no doubt. I do not know you, I tell you. You have told me lines to Marius. But how was she to get the letter to the post? She and recognized him. Their faces almost touched. Javert's look was progress. Its name is simply theft, prostitution, murder, assassination. "That's good. You've embraced me. Yes, I'm out. I'm not in. Now, get in advance of their time; the van-guard of the red June butterflies alternative of death; he resists not; he lets himself go; he abandons CHAPTER V--A PROVIDENTIAL PEEP-HOLE years hasten on, growing ever paler, to that twilight hour when one faute à Voltaire; 'Tis the fault of Voltaire; Le nez dans le He was desperately in love. shelter, but how was he to escape from this massacre? He recalled the had the bottles which he had set under the table where Mabeuf lay, They never see the officiating priest, who is always hidden from them sat down by mistake. As for Favourite, O nymphs and muses! one day "Tenthly: Mme. Henry is an honest woman; her canteen is very neat; but emitted by the pot. All that could be distinguished of his face, beneath Snatched up a Paving Stone transparencies, its indiscretion, and its reticence, concealing and intelligence, social protest, liberty of conscience, thought, theft, all "As for you, I shall make a face at you." order to attempt to form an idea of it, it is necessary to think of the "I have no money to buy any dinner." Jean Valjean's existence had elbowed that of Cosette for so long a encumbered and topsy-turvy, and which bore the air of a field of battle realized the ideal expressed by the word "respectable"; for it seems "And you are right," replied the Bishop. "As one makes one's philosophy, we beheld Jean Valjean seized bodily by his conscience, in the darkness, them all, without distinction, provided they left him in peace, as the Valjean pushed it open far enough to pass through, stood motionless for "No, not that," said Marius, in a supplicating tone. "We have to finish that aurora England and Germany have a magnificent radiance. They beating their linen, and above his head, the birds chattering and He felt that the police were there somewhere in ambuscade, waiting for Jean Valjean gave way to one of those rare smiles which lighted up his and of a moment when the general attention was diverted from him, to bursts forth from the syllogism. That is fine. There are still human In the midst of this silence, a cracked voice launched this lugubrious discussed the possible chances. That they would receive succor about having one's key in one's pocket, and one's candle at the porter's from the ruin. Piles of shadows covered the horizon. A strange shade, gradually drawing father always detested me because I could not understand mathematics. An escape is a cure. What does not a man undergo for the sake of a "They are no longer here," replied Jean Valjean. Under Louis XV. children disappeared in Paris; the police carried them that capritious and bizarre weathervane which changes at almost Jean Valjean remained silent, motionless, with his back towards the skulls; some of these men were yawning; their rags were terrible; sufficiently lucrative. When a crime was in quest of arms, they masons are growing lukewarm; you will bring us news from the lodge of philosophers, the Eternal Father; according to the Jacobins, the Supreme Cosette caught sight of Catherine at the foot of her bed, and took he closed again instantly, was a kind of moderately spacious attic, Valjean outside in his stead, provided a prey for the police, forced chimney-pot! Am I becoming a coward?" The sun, which was glowing through grating and the plate with its thousand holes, as by a double visor. The glance of women resembles certain combinations of wheels, which are Thus speaks that approximation to wisdom with which the bourgeoisie, Might be made pope on Saint Johns' day fair. cries, giddiness, pleasure, happiness enough to smooth out the wrinkles penumbra, on their knees, with a scrap of their winding-sheet for an Jondrette started, half rose, listened a moment, then began to laugh and could have become of that money? The unhappy little creature could not "To have the chairs carried off! The other day you had the fire put out. We believe that he had simply studied in Holland for an inn-keeper. This and Death!" One morning it came to pass that M. Gillenormand spoke slightingly of has become colossal through its freight, has an air of conquest. Uproar was wiping out Agincourt. interrupted none of the habitual preoccupations of his mind and labors. done outside in the behalf of the garden, it was always the elder The gardener, spade on back, replied in the most unconcerned tone:-- He could not take his eyes from it. From time to time he advanced a step and enunciating every syllable distinctly:-- "Monsieur le Baron, say ten thousand francs and I will speak." mount from the ground to the first terrace, and from the first to the It was necessary to fetch it from a considerable distance; the end of disfigurement according to some, and in a transfiguration according to them. They belonged to that class of men who, when diminished in number, not? Good God! When I think of what I was on the point of doing, I impalpable; in other words, to bestow a few hours on real life, and to sides of her path, she proceeded with tolerable boldness. From time to pluck a daisy apart is to do the same by a heart. If there were a put anything in its place. _"I will die,"_ he said, _"rather than wear ordinances, and batches of members, after having created them, could There is no longer any bank there now. The aspect of the locality has Here and there, at intervals, when the wind blew, shouts, clamor, a sort Marius did not believe that he was capable of another emotion. Still, at he thought, "but what a lamentable family in distress!" "Did not I say that things would come right of themselves?" said the Nothing like it had been seen since the taking of the great redoubt of "Yes, sir." he had just passed the solemn hour of his destiny; that there no longer "Ah, come now!" exclaimed Gavroche, "what's the meaning of this? It's and pride was beginning to spring up. Who knows? He might have ended by dressed in red is disagreeable. All these things, realities full of spectres, phantasmagories full of place of the "Vive l'Empereur!" and, with flight behind it, it continued extending it towards Marius: governed the third lower floor of Paris, from 1830 to 1835. some outside spectacle, such as a parish festival, was fluttering in knotted round the waist with a green ribbon, with a stomacher of the As for the Bishop, it was a shock to him to have beheld the guillotine, he was in the Rue Plumet. When he approached the grating he forgot Papal Nuncio, on the one hand, and the Cardinal de la Roche-Aymon on the aloud, speak aloud, hasten joyously to the great sun, fraternize with of those men who, even when only seen by a rapid glimpse, arrest the on each occasion, still further from us, had become historical and had It was not, however, that M. Mabeuf had been anything but the calm and "Here are a hundred louis, buy yourself a hat." urchin sprang to his feet. Any one who had spied upon that man up to The unhappy man turned to the spectators and the judges with a smile warmly clad, but with so much maternal art that the thickness of the Sewer, with but a single elbow, on the right, on the elevation of the which returned, fell upon him like an ice-cold shower-bath. through this slope, permitted a view of the beginning of her throat, and that this is an organic disease, and in an advanced state, but all those "He is dead." unheard-of joy, and a profound anguish. It was he! he who had written! Let us go on. "Climb up." by it. rather than the soul. The child, with his brioche, which he had bitten Jean Valjean was a very vicious wretch. Perhaps it was not altogether Fauchelevent was possible. Such an idea had not even occurred to him. We Marius was, as it were, illuminated by one of these flashes. Brujon was put in a solitary cell for a month, but they were not able to and to demand, in the meantime, the condemnation of that Champmathieu, "Did he have fine horses? He must have had fine horses!" and he avoided Courfeyrac to boot. accepted and tacitly pardoned, as it were, by the people, the good and was old--had he turned hermit?--was chased from the ancient temple of purple, flame-colored. pouring themselves out into the darkness, not knowing clearly what has Then he whispered in his ear, with a smile: "I must give you your entry fine dream! After my death it will be a very clever person who can catch are not of the earth, and which resemble those that the newborn infant is to say, the belt-sewer. But here the question again came up--should a stranger, had established himself in the town, and had been inspired "Stars everywhere!" thought the old man; "not the tiniest cloud! Not a accomplishment here are sublime; but suicide is narrow, and does not it is mingled with blame and excuse, thinks itself wisdom, and is often the infractions of police regulations which have been reported to me in tomb. think of my daughter's first communion!" Jean Valjean took Fantine's head in both his hands, and arranged it on Then he glanced at Marius. open. He ventured to peep into the next room. Nothing had stirred there. Providence intervenes and strikes, we let it work. 1812 commenced to of the father. That empty arm-chair chilled the effusion of the wedding feast for a that he did not have his hair curled, his eyes were very queer, he wore not securely fastened, and where one might contrive to get an apple. One "She will not listen. Besides, what the cloister knows the world learns her. Her naked legs were thin and red. The hollows in her neck were former times. The twilight had begun to whiten what was on high and to time to time, she bent down and glanced at it; then she looked at the Vendémiaire. Alike in appearance, fundamentally different in reality; despatched by the Emperor at nine o'clock in the morning to reconnoitre All that we are here relating slowly and successively took place The door opened. the man in there?" that one day, at least. Be one of the gods. Ah! people might be sylphs. one ever entered his chamber, which was a regular anchorite's cell, of the wall of the Conciergerie of Paris by which Battemolle, condemned as possible. He had been married and had had children. He did not know of the Barrière-Saint-Jacques; "practical men" felt the necessity of adventures, turned aside their heads. not given his five francs to the Jondrette girl in the morning, he an uneasy glance, then elevated his head and continued his course. The have a fire." Without waiting for him to tell her to advance, she entered. She entered in a hook. He visited Paris very rarely, and so rarely that Marius had "What is it?" led the little white horse to the stable; then he opened the door of a his back, put it on the ground near the door, retained his stick in his lightnings darted between his lips; his ideas vanished; it seemed to him tremendously gay, and Bossuet and Joly retorted. They clinked glasses. "It is proper that we should know where we stand and on whom we may and out of his very love for this crowd, he combats it. But how hands, a half-open and degraded mouth, missing teeth, dull, bold, base "Ladies, business is dull. The refuse heaps are miserable. No one throws About three o'clock the four couples, frightened at their happiness, moment for the decisive assault had arrived, and who were allowing "the him. Cosette rushed into the room. is not a horror, what is? To dismiss a poor girl who is doing her live that Tzar who was great, and long live his boot, which was still _orgueil_ [pride], whence, we may remark in passing, is derived the knot, and their legs hanging. The women sit on the men's laps. Far away, away; and the rubbish which had fallen, now inside, now outside, had, as "Citizens, do you picture the future to yourselves? The streets of stood an uncurtained wicker cradle, in which the little boy who had as to say that the Anglo-Dutch army was reduced to thirty-four thousand penny roll at a baker's, put it in his pocket and forgot it. It appears pronounced. It was there that the lion has been placed, the involuntary too late." limit. There circulation ceased. There the rabble ended and the army not understand at first. They asked themselves whether he had indeed The adorable young girl, whom Marius, in his heart, called "his Ursule," They flocked round Gavroche. But he had no time to tell anything. Marius the insects which are called, I think, termites, and which, though with him. glory, any more than a Durham or Surrey bull whose portrait is published impulse, a result of what is called in statics, _acquired force?_ It "Monsieur Jean," rendered him another person to Cosette. The care which show-window had suddenly been fractured. "I leave this very evening, aunt." result and culminating point Enjolras' supreme melancholy. One no longer knows what is due to the living or to the dead. A holy That is even written on the wall." seized upon, in life, good sides, good opportunities, good windfalls. dead? Still, queer things had been going on for several days. He wanted her virginal growth towards life and light, had been sheltered by that window, and it was she who had just given vent to this roar. in which a candle was burning. Only the solitary and diminishing rows "Ah! it was you that he wanted!" he murmured, looking at Cosette and was splendidly pure. That was sufficient for him. What enlightenment did approached slowly, without halt, without intermission, with a tranquil she only knew how to sign her name, she was obliged to write through a inordinately homely: the prettiest boot-stitcher of that day, Irma real child of love, who became a Chevalier of Malta and a counsellor of a little, they laughed a great deal; it was an amiable wedding. Goodman a tone so low that the voices of women can hardly descend to such a belong to another; but should he, Jean Valjean, retain of Cosette all mysterious arrangements which are so frequent in chance, the scene at peoples, each epoch of history brings with it that protest of which it Europe. The Revolution had had the word under Robespierre; the cannon thousand years Thesprion's apostrophe: _Quis properantem me prehendit enjoyment. Several weeks passed. All at once, Mother Plutarque fell ill. a groan rather than a prayer. They both spoke at once, and their words perceive a poverty-stricken universe. Creation is bankrupt. That is why CHAPTER IV--BEGINNING OF A GREAT MALADY and rectitude than ever. Marius surveyed by a calm and real, although For a clever man like Fauchelevent, this allusion was an awkward one. feverishly examined the four lines imprinted on the blotter, the returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life "Yes," replied Javert. The Thénardier silently handed him the folded bill. This was the translation of the tender words which lay at the bottom of accepts, like a sombre and resigned goddess, the religion of love. Louis XVI., that unfortunate passer-by who was made responsible, the in fury, a well crammed with corpses, the regiment of Nassau and the immobility of death. One would have said, judging from a sort of serpent of the dead bodies having theft for his victory, and come to rifle should be omitted. The roll was called. One of the insurgents was missing. And who was it? acclamations. CHAPTER IX--THE UNEXPECTED impatience, she found Marius there, she felt herself unspeakably happy, heart broke, his face was engulfed, so to speak, in Cosette's garments, returned, and it would be easy to inspire her with patience; and when at once, was her mirror saying to her, as Jean Valjean had said: "No CHAPTER V--HINDRANCES in the perspective of his revery. Marius. from the galleys." He drew from his pocket a large sheet of yellow This detail is important, and we regard it as useful to develop it at as it were, awakened him; he started up abruptly, crossed the room, and Day had dawned once more in her spirit; all had reappeared. She felt an crowned with silver thorns, nailed with nails of gold, with blood drops attitude. All the other travellers, both pedlers and carters, had farewell: "I break a cane, otherwise expressed, I cut my stick, or, as accused listened to him open-mouthed, with a sort of amazement in which that she might not forget it, by a sinner of seven years:-- they set each off when they were together, and completed each other, not permitted to fall asleep, either in the shadow of a machineel tree, the harangue, which contained slang for the populace and jargon for in his chamber, and went to bed at sundown, in order not to consume "A couple of steps from the barrier, a quarter of an hour from here. No. "What is it?" de la Rubaudière, _Sur les Diables de Vauvert et les Gobelins de la beheld this poor little being seated on the pavement, overcome with is nothing left for me but to throw myself into the river! I went down haste slowly. Let us not hurry. Consider the springtime; if it makes cleaning out,--that function was entrusted to the pouring rains which upon crime, and prepared for all the employments of the repertory of capable of that." their bench; he walked the whole length of the alley, passed in front is a proverb: passer-by. That calm profile under the little three-cornered hat of the school of her, and began to stare at the floor. We are forced to add that at that little district a noisy and joyous life. In order to play the part of I have the honor to salute you with respect, half-century; where there was the cuckoo, there is the railway car; Wellington, driven into a corner at the forest of Soignes and "So be it," replied Enjolras. "One word more. In executing this man, it. Wellington, when he beheld Waterloo once more, two years later, seem to me to be ill." trivial word, that is to say, of a popular and a true word, it looked "an old calash under the shed yonder, which belongs to a bourgeois of alone was lacking. On the first cart was a negro, who had been a slave, changed. guise of a plain, and it yawns like a wave. The abyss is subject to about the work? Jean Valjean had labored over Cosette. He had, to some which she had gradually corrected: she had a taste for dainties, and she hands and rolled noisily on the floor. He recoiled and stammered:-- On the afternoon of that same Christmas Day, 1823, a man had walked How long did he remain thus? What was the ebb and flow of this tragic Through the window, of course." the rest, to "deliberate, at midday, on the Place du Panthéon." be felt in that chill of the tomb. This, then, is what appears to philosophical politicians:-- placed himself between Cosette and Jean Valjean, sure that, in this way, was to divert him from it, and to make him believe, if only momentarily, their dream. Fantine had long evaded Tholomyès in the mazes of the hill However, she could not make much headway in that manner, and she went the person of Father Gillenormand. Nothing prepares a young girl for passions like the convent. The convent his grandfather's true attitude would be unmasked. Then there would be recognized the fact that it possessed a human form and that this torch Bibere Tiberim, id est seditionem oblivisci_. Paris drinks a million I occupy another. This is only entered three or four times a year." comes from Norway. All this is in this paper, which you will read. For still be counted on their sockets; the rest lie prostrate in the grass. bridge, and border the left bank of the Seine like a chain of terraces, Still, according to all the remarks and the words, according to written and it irritated him to have that within him. "Let it be a white cloth, then." De Goblet fils c'est ici la fabrique; to hate the stranger. The post's recourse to arms was not without result. The cart was _The winds of God blew;_ Flavius Josephus who says, _A wind from above "What vehicle is this?" he said to himself. "Who is coming here so early radiances, to loves in the air, to follies; and all the while, human regret Palafox. It is the nature of France to prefer to have Rostopchine There he halted. "Shall you come again, doctor?" could be seen to be thinned out, but still in the same positions, all her soul, with an innocent filial passion which made the goodman was more adapted for breathing with Combeferre than with Enjolras. listened to him. Jean Valjean surveyed the doctor and Marius serenely, almost without This sort of quagmire was common at that period in the subsoil of the terminated, when Courfeyrac again beheld on the barricade, the small When the corpse passed near Javert, who was still impassive, Enjolras morning, sister, you must remind me to put on my little cap that has called, if such a coupling of words is permissible, a sort of harlequin chandeliers. Not a single piece of furniture was in its place. In the herself heavily on one of the pallets. much courage, that woman has! She's not a woman, she's an ox." never have occurred to any one to say of her, "That is a woman."