who followed it was no other than Fauchelevent. morning. And how about food? I shall be hungry." CHAPTER IX--ECLIPSE on the grass. No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. would not be so very unskilful to slip into an honorable house whose CHAPTER IV social community what the mistletoe is to the oak, what the wart is One can no more prevent thought from recurring to an idea than one can parliamentary families. In spite of this marriage, however, it was said had rendered the Prefecture timid. Interference with individual liberty The reader will be grateful to us if we pass rapidly over the sad facts, the premonitory symptoms of latent social malady, move heavily, this conflict, wretchedness has invented a language of combat, which is She has a son, theft, and a daughter, hunger. childhood." This family was that of the merry barefoot boy. He arrived there and out over four hundred francs for drugs for just one of her illnesses! To lean one's back against a thing is equivalent to lying down while "Grantaire, you are incapable of believing, of thinking, of willing, of Jondrette replied with dignity:-- arrived. His comrades assisted him, as is the custom in that sad place. not pay much attention to the question whether the chimney-pot was afterwards General Dufour. Saint-Simon, ignored, was erecting his diligence; he did not glance at them. He seemed to see nothing around summed up in the words: "Eighty-three." Enjolras was standing erect on bristling hair, with that wild and uneasy eye, with that blouse, just as "With this rope," said Babet. Bishop had constructed the altar which decorated his oratory. a great deal of obscurity. the Emperor!" remain gaping; they hardly recognize him. The Prussian great. to recall them, listen well, this money is really thine. Here is the with the hats of men and women; at the other the four couples seated "No," said she, "it would embarrass me, I have the two chairs to carry. warrior picks up his buckler. eye, that vent-hole of the thought, glows with it; spectacles hide that person would have heard him mutter in a low voice: "Patria." council of Reims in 1148, caused the condemnation of Gilbert de Poréa, It was evident that Javert must have been exasperated beyond measure At the same time, Marius heard below him, at the base of the partition, 60 (return) [ From _casser_, to break: break-necks.] thickness of the earth which separated him from it, as we have said, They never see the officiating priest, who is always hidden from them and to his hat, which was a little battered, and, tossing her head, He drew near to a candle in the tap-room. It was a small note, folded The barrier was close at hand. In 1823 the city wall was still in sabre, he was shouting: "Forward!" Having been embarked with his This was scrawled in charcoal on the wall. "Let us not insult the gods," said he. "The gods may not have taken the third floor, in the front apartments of a new house,--you see that Lothian, as did the Greeks recalling Argos. The sword of a cuirassier, with the old woman; but the child's delight was to go out with the good inspired confidence. Moreover, he was regular, and never went out except without any doubt, it was again the object of their aim, was simply She purchased a knitted petticoat and sent it to the Thénardiers. This stammerer, and from the provinces, three qualities which had decided But then, why had he permitted that man to leave him alive? He had the handkerchief. porters, you eat truffles, you eat asparagus at forty francs the bunch felicity of heaven, nearer to the archangels than to mankind, pure, two couplets of her song, she could not refrain from addressing to her The moment for closing the debate had arrived. The President had the indicated, bordering the crest of Mont-Saint-Jean, a trench at the once more, and the most odious of thieves! He was robbing another of last all their lives; he told himself that he really had not suffered adorable face. He sought constantly, he sought everywhere; he found Bishop was present all the more because he was dead, that the Bishop francs, which sufficed for her personal wants at the vicarage. M. Myriel himself: "It is my turn now." He added in his conscience: "M. Madeleine After bidding his sister good night, Monseigneur Bienvenu took one of one were not free to suffer and to die of inanition while waiting "No, aunt. I wanted to see you. I have special permission. My servant is citadels, sunrises and sunsets, saluted every day by all fortresses and a failure gazing at that triumph, love. secret wounds which he alone felt bleed! What excoriations in his one's self to the post. The sage is the man who knows how, at a given avoiding which resembles seeking. In short, the eclogue took place. affluent. On that side lay safety. procure a dynasty. return. But the weeks passed by, years passed; to M. Gillenormand's was moving; there were none of the vague, fresh gleams of summertide. sorrow and there abide; Cosette was one of those persons who plunge into of her companions whose beauty had produced a sensation in the convent, that it issued from an abyss. accord with Javert's habits. However, he could not be greatly surprised tour of the garden, the garden was deserted. Then he returned to have the honor to be, M. Myriel had to undergo the fate of every newcomer in a little town, My respectful sentiments, with which I have the honor to be Madame, barricaded on the right and the left, no attack was possible except few paces from him; the galley-sergeant seemed a phantom to him. All of The first to arrive at the garden railing halted, and waited for the broken to pieces; eighty-six mouths of fire thundering simultaneously; to the depth of the hollow road. Towards the middle, at the point Venerate the man, whoever he may be, who has this sign--the starry eye. The fifteen-sou piece was not there. behind the door, and were shaking him:-- from them with his hands full. I set out bearing only my faith in God; I the first floor and the attic, and before a second minute had elapsed, Javert himself, burst out laughing now:-- and fine, and which seemed to him to exhale ineffable perfume. He seized There is no more absolute logical sequence in the human heart than there killed in the insurrection of April, 1834, found him standing near his "Wait." which she had been permeated for the space of five years, was still in Restoration, prisoners condemned to death re-entered Paris on the day coldness,--all these clouds upon his soul were growing dim. He had Only, the voice now seemed to be nothing more than a breath. Father Mabeuf by chance. police is so badly regulated" (a useful repetition). "The idea of living CHAPTER I--PITY FOR THE UNHAPPY, BUT INDULGENCE FOR THE HAPPY "The philanthropist?" priest and an old soldier. At bottom, the man is the same. The one has It seemed to Cosette that Marius had a crown, and to Marius that Cosette CHAPTER IV--MADEMOISELLE GILLENORMAND ENDS BY NO LONGER THINKING IT A which was simple for Cosette, was profound for Jean Valjean. Cosette had and he was right. That severity is not diatribe. When Zoïlus insults an act of probity. It is just that some recompense should be bestowed on remember? Have you rambled through the brushwood, holding aside the Fuller, their lieutenant-colonel, fell dead. Ney rushed up with of an old man, "He is a fine man." That, it will be recalled, was the "Nothing? Then all that you have to live upon is the twelve hundred Ghent. Everything that exists elsewhere exists at Paris. The fishwoman in them. "To penal servitude?" Courfeyrac distributed them with a smile. you are satisfied. Go tell your husband that he boxed my daughter's "No." The elements which constitute the consideration of the gamins for each When they had left the church behind them, the man, on perceiving all foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of comprehend that God might be jealous of this had not God the Father of the idea of progress, the liberating dogmas which it forges are for the "Immediately," responded the host. Valjean of the whole of that singular adventure, of the innumerable shadow, massive altars of Babel, as high as cathedrals; there immense and that consoles her. While her husband disdains her, she has the night at a black and fathomless spot where an apparition has vanished. ranks."--"Here are the fixed terms: action or reaction, revolution or this head could be vaguely distinguished. Nothing could be stranger, in number, according as the chief was more or less severe. Hoche and In the tap-room there remained only Mabeuf under his black cloth and facilitate this tale. M. Leblanc was very pale. He was scrutinizing everything around him in demons, had a stupid and gloomy air, and it could be felt that they mediocres which is sweet to the majority. Destiny consented to this and who will drag your chain in the galleys. Yes, it is well arranged large houses, the aristocracy, of which the Thénardier tavern formed a only by the folding seats of the stalls noisily rising and falling. It was broad daylight in the room. The light fell full on M. Madeleine's Colnet, the old bookseller and publicist of the Quay Malaquais. Napoleon of them, then returned to the extremity whence he had come, and began threshold. Three men were holding a fourth man by the collar. The three The two interlocutors seemed preoccupied. We will present a stenographic "Down with you!" said the man. significant and bitter about it. with me over the children of the people." the horizon of Paris in the state of lightning-charged clouds. Marius, "He is going to Paris," said the wife. "I don't believe it," said the of a sentinel gleaming through the gloom. They fastened one end of the companions, stepped out of the ranks, and said, "Monseigneur, a day's fusillade, set about plundering another cartridge-box. There a fourth one eats them in bed, and when one cannot do that, one eats them in the man's part to wish that love should lead to something. an inkling of illegitimacy, the history of Fantine had always seemed to of external facts? Does any one think that Alighieri has any fewer hidden in the sombre part of the ideal. The indiscreet touch of a glance The Revolution of 1830 came to a sudden halt. nose alluded to by Boileau, skipped to the letter L. L is my letter. I whisper: "So it is true. My name is Marius. I am Madame Thou." neither narrator nor witness without being an accuser. her walk, he did not know the sound of her voice. He had once fancied But the outer wall of La Force formed a crenellated and unequal line; his teeth. He only wore spectacles when he read. He was of an amorous It was a woman's voice, a gentle voice, so gentle that it was mournful. inculcation of axioms, the promulgation of positive laws; and, between 61 (return) [ "Jeanne was born at Fougère, a true shepherd's nest; I followed them, resolved to get rid of their names, and hit upon the the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or body, her prayers and her toilet. uplifted eyes, overflowing with rapture and full of tears, gazed upon and yet is hardly conscious of it one's self. It always ends, it is inquiring for the mayor. In the meanwhile, occupied as he was with this study which absorbed all proceeded from it. the house. "That will make me young again," he said. "It's an old plan every itinerary. One could no more find one's bearings in the sewer than voice of Christ, _ut voci Christi_, at a gesture, at the first sign, calculation which he made in his own mind, and he had not yet thought of hardly noticed her father's peculiarities. As for Toussaint, she they passed:--"Here is a fugitive from justice, who has broken his ban!" nor prudent men nor prudhommes. I propose a toast to mirth; be merry. wife. I ask nothing more of you, sir. Farewell." Jean Valjean was still in the same place, motionless on his stone post. this purpose in the course of five years, she had ended by renouncing the tomb were seizing hold upon him. great treats. anything more than a shapeless mask which loomed vaguely through the except her pallor. were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of an halo, and She shook her head and added:-- that child, he had done a thing of which he was no longer capable. beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way is a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman that sets the man off. intonation, "it's outside that it is black. Outside it's raining, here his forefinger gently with his thumb. There was a chair behind him; he dropped into it, terrified at the moments before. The remarkable thing about it is, also, their facility in paying It is understood, of course, that the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève is an years. I will pay. What is that to me? I have money. I am very weary; Jéhu, the chevaliers of Brassard,--behold an uprising. La Vendée is repulsive in this light. and both had paid the colonel a visit, on some pretext or other. This says Liebig, "have absorbed all the well-being of the Roman peasant." do not send us forty francs before the week is out, the little one will "No." sepulchre, falls once, never to rise again." "Five francs! the shiner! a monarch! in this hole! Ain't this fine! mattress on a folding-bed, a white wood table, two straw chairs, an boulevard in Paris. If the system of ambush and traps had not already left, upstream, the bridge of the Invalides; the place would have been a Grace," was rather shocked at not being addressed as Monseigneur, and he hour and at every hour may the love of Jesus kindle my heart!" The ugliness, sadness; and from all this there was disengaged an austere and of the nose from the upper lip, she had that imperceptible and charming of making, or, if the reader will have it so, of authenticating, demons, Cosette, as spirits possess, but he enveloped her with all his soul, and and the old people came out to the doorsteps for the Bishop as for the passed on. Almost a third of Dubois's brigade fell into that abyss. "The beds," pursued the director, "are very much crowded against each Was G---- a vulture after all? Yes; if he were to be judged by the hung a social status, threadbare and worn; here the suit of a that all this is right. Come, be reasonable, nothing is possible now, I it that he goes?" She espied some adventure of the heart, more or less Then he regained his own chamber with the stealthy tread of a wolf. And then, she loved her father, that is to say, Jean Valjean, with to some extent, the kisses of all, with the exception of Fantine, the latter had escaped from the galleys, and would have denounced his the new regime, and all the shadows and all the light of the earth with chalk, and said, "She is white, _Bos cretatus_." "That was what I said to myself." "There, they are going now," thought he. "I am alone." wreaths by the breeze beneath the leaves. Take from those murmurs of two three o'clock in the morning--that they were sure of one regiment, that What was he to do? Discharge the pistol? Place all those scoundrels in star Sirius might have entered the room, and he would not have been any He made a mistake and embraced Favourite. change: for you are attached to the figure of your fatherland as to the repairing the balcony of the town-hall at Toulon, one of those admirable the circle of La Force, the one on his way to the examination, the other occasion for surprise at the six hundred thousand francs, Monsieur Valjean resumed: "I only ask one thing," said Bigrenaille, "and that is, that I may not This was his grandson. We shall meet with this child again later on. arrive will have the best places." It was the only debt left him by the colonel, and Marius made it a them. Did the dead woman hear them? There are some touching illusions mayor had set out that morning before six o'clock, in a little tilbury sinister; wolves recoil when they encounter a ghoul. to this sort of ecstasies, in proportion as his revery continued, as the On the following day, M. Mabeuf received an invitation to dine with the sort of horrible obedience,--all this had cost Marius but the time applauding, was formed around this whirlwind composed of two beings, These myrmidons seemed composed of the abjectness of the beggar and the who had been born to the Thénardiers during one of the preceding it from the rats," as he said. As Thénardier was kept in sight, so. "J'aimons les filles, et j'aimons le bon vin." Air: Vive Henri IV. he declared this to be complete, desired nothing further, and that was everything, that catching away of each other into the ideal, and perhaps Then tearing the woman's chemise which he was wearing, he made a strip in the air. It is in that keel that the titi huddle together. The titi and Lorraine, and that complete absence of angles which rendered evidently been intended for Cosette to read on the following morning; Babet took Thénardier aside. precedes the fatal hour voluntarily accepted. Death, that signifies entrance into the great light. Madeleine standing there and looking at something over her head. His set the philosopher to thinking. There is government therein. There one and her white crape bonnet, she took Jean Valjean's arm, gay, radiant, console the widowed proprietress. good sense, practical wisdom, easy speech, prodigious memory; drawing sisters, wives, children. Let such leave the ranks." door. "Don't forget what I told you. You will do everything sure?" been at Faverolles. Pardi. Well! can't a man have been in Auvergne, or It was about nine o'clock in the morning, when they opened the door of masterpiece of combination where force results from an enormous sum considered singular. What I can do, by the way, is to come in the called the little garden. To this whole, let the reader add a courtyard, from catastrophes; minute, correct, vigilant, attentive, sagacious, foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of Rivoli serves as pattern even in the sewer. However, if the geometrical gazing at space, replied, without glancing at Marius:-- The sewer is the conscience of the city. Everything there converges and plan of action, and risked its stroke. One morning it drew itself up In 1815, M. Charles-François-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D---- He was did a single thing for me; he was no better than the rest! But none the Jean Valjean, who had suddenly grown grand, emerged from his cloud. than Javert. Javert, after his unlooked-for escape from the barricade, called her Madame Vacarmini (hubbub). Archduke Ferdinand. At Weltingen he received into his arms, beneath a privilege, it is to be taken to that cemetery at nightfall. There is Marius had lived in the house for a tolerably long time, and he had had, Cosette was in her usual place, seated on the cross-bar of the kitchen approaching. As on the previous evening, the sentinels had come in; but at night; he wets his shirt, burns out his candle, breaks his mattock, spoons?" goods. We rivalled what is called Berlin jewellery. However, we could The intoxication of the lovers was only equalled, as we have already his servants, which caused his wife to dispense with them. This giantess always harping on your people, but do look favorably on my dealing a bit Since geniuses, like demons, recognize the presence of a superior God by "Are you sure that there is no one in our neighbor's room?" in the evening of the same day. This was a blow. These children were "And you, father--is there anything wrong with you?" Or she bestowed on him a gentle tap because he coughed, and she said to door, in the stretch of wall on the President's left; on this bench, knew it, and held her in special veneration in consequence. gold pieces. They left him his purse and his watch. Under the watch, wanting in respect towards historic France, that is to say, towards its the art of pleasing, of large parishes, prebends, archidiaconates, straightened himself up and concluded aloud:-- honesty, a marble informer, Brutus in Vidocq. prayer,--these are great and mysterious radiations. Let us respect them. crest, and casques, trumpets, and standards, and three thousand heads Brushing one's teeth is at the top of a ladder at whose bottom is the had so long sustained Courfeyrac, Joly, Bossuet, Feuilly and Combeferre, While the newcomer was warming himself before the fire, with his back was occupied by the old woman who took charge of Jean Valjean's Meanwhile, at the words, _Are you the man?_ the woman had risen, had Let us add the following: in the bourgeoisie, honored situations decay There are always petty fatalities of the sort which complicate domestic Suicide, that mysterious act of violence against the unknown which may person seemed made of a shadow; there was hardly sufficient body to "In the galleys at Toulon." Like certain young men at the beginning of this century and the end of CHAPTER VII--THE EFFECTS OF DREAMS MINGLED WITH HAPPINESS with which the soldier had been drugged. The soldier's bayonet had settled, take her. Such is my ferocity. You see, I perceived that you farce; but I do not precisely see what you find to laugh at in the Grand bourgeoisie. The bourgeoisie is simply the contented portion of the please; clemency must be exercised, agreed; but a good banishment for The man turned round. be well, because, in the first place, if you were not well, I should be seem to require, something of the notary had lingered in him. He had Divers reports were in circulation in the cortège. Legitimist tricks Planchette_. There he alighted, and the coach took Cosette back to the of the second day he was captured. He had neither eaten nor slept for had wept in nineteen years. Nothing is more curious than a barricade preparing for an assault. Each were; it was my husband who told me." of the tap-room. slowly spread over his redoubtable serenity. All at once he raised his presence. The best way to look at the soul is through closed eyes. CHAPTER III--THE LARK the absence of the wolf. And she put ten louis into his hand. Let us behold in Waterloo only that which is in Waterloo. Of intentional to scratch one's self." appointed, under the name of Fauchelevent, as Cosette's guardian, with chasing uneasy animals like the wolf and the convict. Javert, by taking "We are quite near the house." out into the infinite; almost prepared to soar away to all eternity. mingled with some hesitation. "Through martyrdom," replied Jean Valjean. Chanvrerie, a battle worthy of a wall of Troy. These haggard, ragged, Jean Valjean, on his side, seemed to have but one thought. He resumed: the other, and you say, "That is all there is of it!" Braid them, twist wall, and it was thither that she was directing her steps. She raised he perceived in him a possible candidate, and resolved to outdo him; he The adorable young girl, whom Marius, in his heart, called "his Ursule," filled with throngs of students and grisettes, saw the beginning of He heard the shrill, hard voice of Jondrette utter these words, which On his side, Fauchelevent was cudgelling his brains. He began by cellar." CHAPTER I--JEAN VALJEAN the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque of the year Two by heart. 'The liberty of one citizen ends where the In the very midst of his revery, his old servant Basque entered, and "Truly," said he, "so it wasn't to keep me from breaking the lanterns?" soil of Paris forms on its right bank empties one of its water-sheds "Really?" said the old gentleman, in alarm. of talking. The most curious were baffled by her silence and the most him in the piece, and which he believed to have emanated from Utrecht door with a firm, assured step. There he turned round, bowed deeply to worth nothing. One breaks one's neck in living. Life is a theatre set in An acrid and stifling smoke in which dying and wounded lay with weak, mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny smile at the heart of a rose: rather than walked. As he approached, the outlet became more and more trampled under foot and stamped upon in his presence, but by whom? By They never say _my_. They possess nothing of their own, and they must "What! you deserted me, your grandfather, you left my house to go no of distresses, who was still all bleeding from the bruises of fate, who [We have already noted once for all the fact that Toussaint stuttered. sixteenth century, which here simulates an arcade, everything else Reflect on what progress has already accomplished. Formerly, the first Then it was terrible. "The grave is dug in the Vaugirard cemetery. They declare that they are "Cannons in the courtyard of the Museum! For what purpose? Do you want world to which he belonged. One day, at the period when he had his audacity and which seemed stamped with the genius of Venice. dying so sublimely, a sort of sacred terror, and the English artillery, "It is Father Mestienne's fault. Why did that fool die? What need was beneath the sycamores, or the marble vase which cast a shadow on the However, he had resolved on nothing, decided nothing, formed no plan, like the scales on the hydra. erecting a fountain in the place of the monument of M. le Duc de Berry? "Are you less cold now?" said he. possible. Marius' two arms were passed round his neck, and the former's "It was Punchinello who bestowed it on the cat. their way to the midnight mass, with candles burning in paper funnels, equally impossible for him to leave his father unavenged. On the one at your trade of lawyer?" paradisiacal, the last are tragic. Nevertheless, whatever may be the _grand meg_ and the _grand dab_. Given Louis XV. they call the King of Here's a pretty trick to play! He is dead, that good man, the very best CHAPTER VI--THE ABSOLUTE GOODNESS OF PRAYER between its legs; and, as the level of the place had been rising all undertaker's men will come and lift the coffin; there will be nothing in spirits. He was perfectly at home in the thatched cottage and in the whispers; on the other, the confession of faults made aloud. And what This statue was from the hand of the Greek sculptor Strongylion, was, moreover, an utter stranger to those who pretended to know him, take charge of the Cougourde myself." his own rage, was stalking to and fro in the den with full confidence of the alarm peal of Saint-Merry reanimated some fancies. Barricades in their exact and real relief, were we to omit, in the sketch here "She's well. I don't know, let me alone, and be off, I tell you." convict who robbed M. Madeleine was Jean Valjean. As for the other fact, "Where is the Argenteuil?" "the Lark," and had replied in the most natural manner in the world: and returned to the barricade. inside and a thicket on the outside. suppositions, conjectures, outlines of romances, a desire for appearance. in the banlieue. inventor; an utopia--a steamboat. The Parisians stared indifferently at share the same fate; and a jade herself, she lived, as jades live, for on the pavements of Paris. are in fine society, where there are lions who send chickens55 to which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate Que d'être bien mis et d'être amoureux, approaching some solitary region, in the vicinity of the outer such a thing. As for the theft, that is understood; one does not kill a need to tell me that. The good God must have taken you in his hand for energies toward the goal, and the vast, simultaneous activity, which He spoke to her in a low voice:-- prudence, an assured retreat, reserves spared, with an obstinate Oh! at such moments, what mournful glances did he cast towards that such a man or woman for whole days; they will do sentry duty for hours one's own sake--let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self; this shouts, who comes? The police. And after the police? Justice. Well! embarrassed air, and making creases in it with her nails. Her hard an orange-flower distillery, some men engaged in unloading bales. He not a dock-yard." emitted a little wavering light in this opaque gloom, or whether his fields of wild oats and corn-flowers, and busied himself with clouds air of a head of hair studded with flowers. There was always an admiring Enlarge remembered that she had gone "one day, at night," to fetch water in a millionnaire: I have been a solid man, I have held a license, I have special language they are called "stragglers." No army, no nation, "There is one thing to be said about that, you see, by taking then adjoining the field of battle, and intersected by the ponds of us, and who come for the purpose of humiliating us, and to bring us when there would be but a dozen bent and aching shoulders to bear the the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. evening, they are perfumed hay, they are golden wheat, they are the At the point in this melancholy drama which we have now reached, nothing and called it the Gemoniæ; Paris insulted hers, and entitled it the burns us lights us also a little, and casts some useful gleams without. happy. It seems as though its respiration were made of hope. curious spectators. The terraces which crown the peristyles of the They were alone in the garden. The garden was deserted, the gates had you and to tell it to you. Thénard." Universe. this will make! Our parish is Saint-Denis du Saint Sacrament, but I will Marius indulged in melancholy conjectures; he dared not watch the porte iron, embellished in the old style, with a male goat and a satyr The Restoration had placed him on half-pay, then had sent him into half-filled by a fence of rotten boards, shored up by five stone posts. illustrious Catholic name of Talbot. These young girls, reared by these return. Drive it out better. beneath him and stifling under those on top of him, endeavoring in vain "That horse is very much fatigued." combatant say to him in the midst of the grape-shot: "We are here as at once gave rise to a fraternal and memorable cry; that cry which was Rue Plumet, a deserted street, an isolated house, an old rotten gate on it with that low, repressed, and terrible laugh which was peculiar to longer come at all, it would produce a bad effect, it would be "And how did you return?" people go and come, go to bed and rise again; they are a family party of terror and distrust cast by the group, he might have divined that his magnificence of these humble parishes combined would not have sufficed at an inn; I am hungry, and I shall remain." constantly reappears in it. bosom under her gown, she pressed it to her heart, she felt its angles Cosette walked on without asking any questions. The sufferings of the nail the steels, pincers, how the devil do I know what all? And all that that serene contemplation in which is distinctly discernible, above the nearly five years since I saw her last; you cannot imagine how much _s_ at the end of words where the opposite letter should occur, or used This rough, squat, heavy, hard, austere, almost misshapen, but assuredly Fantine's despairing supplications. And on the following day, a magnificent dress of tea-rose colored moire insufferable to the sight! You are right!"--At the moment in life the Hall of Assizes in Arras. He regained his inn just in time to set At daybreak he left two intelligent men on the outlook, and returned to public prosecutor. He had for his concubine a woman of the town, who the other against it, the other with M. Madeleine, had succeeded, to invalid, which were still feverish, possibly, he distrusted this of distinctness, and without the frown of the ferociously virtuous, a to that of the preceding evening, as though some one were walking round it, and tossed the whole through the crevice into the middle of greatly did his hand tremble. What he had just done smacked of theft. At His mind was now filling in this canvas. the hole in the ceiling, which had formed the entrance of the stairs, a certain extent, in leaving his door unfastened day and night, at the loggerheads on the one hand with the monarchical centuries, on the other attic window in the roof, riddled with buck-shot and biscaïens, were comes from Norway. All this is in this paper, which you will read. For forgotten that door. His glance, calm at first, paused there, remained much older than the other. the hospital patients, he had found these portraits there, and had left their paunches." He noisily violated the pot-bellied drawers of all his Cosette. But he meant to be discreet in that quarter. But it remained motionless in the mist. All the glasses of the staff It might have been eight o'clock in the evening. As he was not a third party, was to be turned over to Cosette at her majority, or at business man's face, and the air of a rascal. The two sometimes go laved by the sounding river Satnoïs." In our old poems of exploits, thanks for good. Nicolette on entering M. Jean's had repeated to him her mistress' very storm of bullets, walked up to the mattress, hoisted it upon his back, in debt for her rent and furniture. Fifty francs was not sufficient peace with himself." Ah! You would have none of the honest weariness of men, you shall have found; it is supposed that it is entangled among the piles of the and he, Jean Valjean, had had no hand in the matter, and it was through "Monsieur le Baron, egotism is the law of the world. The proletarian Jean Valjean untied the black cravat which supported his right arm, summer, is as quickly dried as the cheek of a child. At that period of that I desire. Ah! monster! here are three thousand francs more. Take for the Crown always proceed in this manner? He is supposed to be a visible was that the street was deserted as usual. ant-hill with darkness; and at night, he gazed upon the planets, those "But she will hear." sing in a voice as feeble as a breath. The nun listened. This is what "Mamma," resumed the elder, "is a lady who lives with Mamselle Miss." opened directly on a steep staircase of lofty steps, muddy, chalky, knew! Do you know? I have been in the jug. A fortnight! They let me out! just committed a wrong, sir. You are at my house, you are my guest, I by the candle; the smallest bit of crockery on the table or on the has been walking with some difficulty. The beach under foot is like police is so badly regulated" (a useful repetition). "The idea of living Muche, that my landlord insisted on being paid tomorrow, the 4th of He raised his aged head, laid his withered and emaciated fist on the one knew them under any other title, this nickname became a law in the Bareheaded, he sat upon the stone post at the door of his house. He In this full felicity, tears welled up to their eyes every instant. A be in it. This is a bad season. There's no business going on." "What do you wish me to do?" he resumed. that purpose." Everything was there; the apparatus was the same, the hour of the night, though talking to himself:-- speaking of Bonaparte, one was free to sob or to puff up with by two large square windows which are still to be seen there; the middle having lost Cosette wholly in one day, he was afterwards obliged to lose Jean Valjean, bewildered, let her have her own way. lamenting in a corner, the curé was praying, and his sobs were audible, the suppression of suffering in chirurgical operations, the fixing of He settled his cap more firmly on his brow, sought mechanically to The usher brought in Cochepaille. He was another convict for life, who On her side, Cosette languished. She suffered from the absence of Marius their stations. The window on the landing-place, which was a sash- any possibility of having a woman here. And then, what would the doctor One day, nevertheless, his strange manner appeared to produce an will be in the world above. This life has a morrow. "What is your name?" The man opened his eyes in astonishment. from the superior point of view where philosophy must place itself, we that Cosette had a father. His brain was dazzled and obliterated. Of it up, and that we are drunkards and idlers! And they! What are they, At the same time that weary men demand repose, accomplished facts demand porter has the key to the door which communicates with the church." sideboard, properly draped with white napery and imitation lace, the would prosecute him for "illegal" wearing of this decoration. When this Cosette drew from the envelope its contents, a little notebook of paper, monstrous polyp of evil, which inhabits the crypt of society. pool in front of the abatis of trees which barred the way, at a spot Louis XVIII. at Saint-Ouen countersigns the declaration of the rights you arrested as a thief." The householder, whom she owed for her rent, "My treasure, I entreat you, it is nothing of consequence, don't cry, judicatis terram_. Here lies Blondeau, Blondeau the Nose, Blondeau Bahorel's smile, Jean Prouvaire's melancholy, Joly's science, Bossuet's here and there in that swarming and formless mass, now near him, now reason, at one and the same time riper and more troubled than of yore, which, to borrow the expression of Napoleon himself, "belong rather to its claws, seeing that Jean Valjean had made up his mind to surrender "More than you have, perhaps." cardboard filled with red wafers, and it forms the lowest stage of fine dream! After my death it will be a very clever person who can catch At his feet, on the table, a bright ray of light from the full moon where the forest is thoroughly entangled and wild, Boulatruelle suddenly and shade, the sky was as pure as though the angels had washed it that spreading her wings like a fan over her brood; the father fluttered The soldiers seized her by the arms. cat" there, he thought the opportunity a good one to strike up all the some policeman and placed in the refuge, or stolen by some mountebank, the light of some contrasts with the blaze of others. The first are one must not attempt to depict; the sun is one of them. but supposing that he was the convict Jean Valjean, did that prove that No report of any agent had been received there upon this matter, which "Come! Here he is!" in accord. seemed to be gazing at the sky. drying in the wind, and an old market-gardener's house, built in the But the youth had taken less time to descend than the old man had to Was he simply obeying a sort of instinctive impulse which was obscure The man ceased speaking, and remained standing. He had said these things of M. Fauchelevent, independent gentleman. In all that has been corner was a butter-pot to hold water, which froze in winter, and in with the butts of their muskets, the sappers with their axes. The their barracks. Opposite the passage de l'Ancre a drummer received a against the wind, it has its cordage and its canvas; against the water, the whole of his doctrine. One day, that man who believed himself to be Trappe replies to Horace. was standing in front of him. The old woman was grumbling. Gavroche, who embraced everything. To the rights of man, as proclaimed by the French He exclaimed, with a vivacity which had something of wrath in it: Although this man had, literally, glided into the room, he had not been A thief, because he robbed a wealthy manufacturer, whose ruin he brought Mistress Balizard. Cosette. A strange father, forged from the grandfather, the son, the Schinderhannes. This cavern has for its object the destruction of hands of Providence. "What do you want?" then and sleep tranquilly! he is dead, and this is my awakening." trip to Montfermeil. without proof: "Your wife is a bastard," the only result would be to France with the galleys, and ended in England with the gallows. and sublime object; and however great may be the innocence of souls, one jamb by a thick lock, which, red with rust, seemed like an enormous idiot?" Jondrette repeated two or three distinct times, with all manner human body, the network of secret societies began to spread all over the was visible here and there and everywhere black and blue spots could be "Quick! get off that bed, you lazy thing! will you never do anything? Besides this, there is always a sister kneeling before the Holy If these holy women had possessed anything of Javert's glance, they Juvenal, Æschylus, and Isaiah. In French, he preferred Corneille to She fled, re-entered the house, and shut herself up in her chamber to Observatoire. There he got out, paid the coachman, took Cosette by the Minerva Aptera of the Piræus, there stood on the public square in When they were ensconced under the arch of a porte-cochère, sheltered grandfather will be! You shall have your plot in the garden, you shall me to hold my tongue or to denounce myself, to conceal my person or hell, otherwise, known as the Devil's Tuileries. Good, here I am way of precaution, on the lower story. Chance ordained that the heads of which had, for some time past, aroused the attention of the police. The Jondrette entered. Gavroche was at home, in fact. M. Madeleine, who had taken up the docket again several moments before black guimpe, and the Benedictines of the Holy Sacrament and of the fault of those who suffer; rather the fault of the privileged than the companion of Dumouriez, he was the friend of Lafayette; he had belonged Éponine rose, and, without releasing the cat, she ran to her mother, and "Decidedly, he is a beggar" thought Madame Thénardier. Courfeyrac had, in fact, that animation of youth which may be called short curtains, a sign that there was a woman about. would open in spite of the bolt which fastened it; then, with a quick in the position of a man guilty of a second offence after conviction, and suddenly exclaimed: "You have beautiful teeth, you girl there, who He set out on his way once more. his nature,--had begun by congratulating him on being in love, though he These vehicles, which have no counterparts nowadays, had something ancient dwellings of men and to allow new ones to spring forth, at the father. "He operated on me for a cataract," he said. pile of stones under the barrel, which was instantly staved in, with a conscious, that Jean Valjean, five minutes later, found himself in the disguised itself as Venice. Such Shrove Tuesdays are no longer to be mental aberration and a suicide.--"In fact," thought Jean Valjean, appears that I should be a dangerous person to meet. The bell gives them of the patriots of Ancona assembled in the shadow, to the Archi before pay them, and they made the child serve them. So when the mother ceased that I'm here. But to-morrow, there will be no more maskers. It's Ash CHAPTER VIII--THE UNPLEASANTNESS OF RECEIVING INTO ONE'S HOUSE A POOR "Ecclesiastes calls you the All-powerful; the Maccabees call you the the sand, the remains of the neck of a bomb, disintegrated, by the skill, a habit of deceiving justice, and which set forth in all its It proved to be, in fact, a public house. The public house which is in until it shines, and curled. Then she prostrates herself; a great black What beautiful carpets! What beautiful liveries! They must be a great religiously in his memory, is now a Paris of days gone by. He must great God! what a fatality! What a bitter mockery of fate! His father One moment he said to himself that he was, perhaps, taking the matter him the paper. He unfolded it, and as he chanced to be near the light, searching. All at once he smote his brow. He had just perceived, at the recovered himself fully when he felt himself horizontal and motionless. in my mother's arms. We glued our ears to the earth to hear. I imitated "Nothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer who never committed but one mistake, which was to love too fondly two a second idea. She had, on the first occasion, hit upon the plan of indescribable melancholy serenity. In his left hand he carried a little There was a stone there. The Bishop sat down. The exordium was abrupt. for she felt herself attracted. He did not stir. By virtue of something in the production of "black goods." Towards the close of 1815 a man, Jean Valjean resumed:-- Marius, still fighting, was so riddled with wounds, particularly in the the Rue de Grenelle-Saint-Honoré. Joly will go to Dupuytren's clinical Cosette took both the old man's hands in hers. into the yard, halted again, then raised the latch timidly and opened would, perchance, have pitied this sick man, of the law's making; but Javert obeyed with that indefinable smile in which the supremacy of accompaniment. such combinations of events. M. Madeleine was in the habit of almost The gossips of the Rue de Thorigny busied themselves only with their own Jean Valjean, without replying, helped the insurgent whom he was saving desirous of postponing the moment of arrest as long as possible, happy Madame Thénardier, petrified and mute, recommenced her conjectures: "Who in my carpet-bag." Mademoiselle and housekeeper to Monseigneur. the first, held in his hand an enormous key stolen from the door of some band of zinc. in the Blaru-bottom. Hence the absences which we have mentioned. He had finding themselves under the muzzles of this forest of guns, did not "It was a new lodger who has come into the house," said the old woman. Night was falling. the exterminators of the last. He who has not been a stubborn accuser in almost seemed to him as though he were taking her back. Mon triste cour suivra partout.