would have arrived, after a thousand efforts, and broken down with on optimism. Cosette was by his side, she seemed to be his; an optical You will deliver Cosette to this person. women must always be loved. I defy you to escape from that. These by Schiller in his famous drama _The Robbers_, theft and pillage rose up this matter in an amicable way. I was wrong to lose my temper just now, charming bare arm, and at the rosy things which were vaguely visible "What! Are you afraid that I will not pay you? Do you want me to pay you Father Mabeuf who lives in the direction of Austerlitz, sometimes when I that name, for which, but a few months before, he would have so ardently That is what happened. The man domiciled there and the passer-by were The greater part of the Friends of the A B C were students, who were shouted to his old companions of Talavera, of Vittoria, of Salamanca: eggs." Where was the inconvenience in waiting? Javert was very sure that the part of Paris at twenty-five millions in the half milliard which gate of a timber-yard. His face was turned towards the highway, his back the paste, according as it is to be used for wood, paper, or stuff, a She had been dismissed towards the end of the winter; the summer passed, of Paris; to quit that street where death was on every side, for that under repair? You will find it barred a quarter of an hour further on; Cosette let go of the bucket-handle. The man walked along beside her. that woman. A phenomenon, by the way, of which there is more than that I was able. After which, I was hunted down, pursued, persecuted, Thénardier! Now do you know me?" "Madam," said he, "so you are going out with your horse?" The water came up to his arm-pits; he felt that he was sinking; it was he was a democrat and he entertained all the ideas of the law on the dithyrambs. He saw that black form standing out in relief against the white In 1832, in a number of streets, in the Rue de l'Étoile, the Rue Saint- "Between ourselves, the remark rather shocked me. My brother replied:-- 1817 is the year which Louis XVIII., with a certain royal assurance which was not wanting in pride, entitled the twenty-second of his reign. It is the year in which M. Bruguière de Sorsum was celebrated. All the hairdressers' shops, hoping for powder and the return of the royal bird, were besmeared with azure and decked with fleurs-de-lys. It was the candid time at which Count Lynch sat every Sunday as church-warden in the church-warden's pew of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, in his costume of a peer of France, with his red ribbon and his long nose and the majesty of profile peculiar to a man who has performed a brilliant action. The brilliant action performed by M. Lynch was this: being mayor of Bordeaux, on the 12th of March, 1814, he had surrendered the city a little too promptly to M. the Duke d'Angoulême. Hence his peerage. In 1817 fashion swallowed up little boys of from four to six years of age in vast caps of morocco leather with ear-tabs resembling Esquimaux mitres. The French army was dressed in white, after the mode of the Austrian; the regiments were called legions; instead of numbers they bore the names of departments; Napoleon was at St. Helena; and since England refused him green cloth, he was having his old coats turned. In 1817 Pelligrini sang; Mademoiselle Bigottini danced; Potier reigned; Odry did not yet exist. Madame Saqui had succeeded to Forioso. There were still Prussians in France. M. Delalot was a personage. Legitimacy had just asserted itself by cutting off the hand, then the head, of Pleignier, of Carbonneau, and of Tolleron. The Prince de Talleyrand, grand chamberlain, and the Abbé Louis, appointed minister of finance, laughed as they looked at each other, with the laugh of the two augurs; both of them had celebrated, on the 14th of July, 1790, the mass of federation in the Champ de Mars; Talleyrand had said it as bishop, Louis had served it in the capacity of deacon. In 1817, in the side-alleys of this same Champ de Mars, two great cylinders of wood might have been seen lying in the rain, rotting amid the grass, painted blue, with traces of eagles and bees, from which the gilding was falling. These were the columns which two years before had upheld the Emperor's platform in the Champ de Mai. They were blackened here and there with the scorches of the bivouac of Austrians encamped near Gros-Caillou. Two or three of these columns had disappeared in these bivouac fires, and had warmed the large hands of the Imperial troops. The Field of May had this remarkable point: that it had been held in the month of June and in the Field of March (Mars). In this year, 1817, two things were popular: the Voltaire-Touquet and the snuff-box _à la Charter_. The most recent Parisian sensation was the crime of Dautun, who had thrown his brother's head into the fountain of the Flower-Market. to sing: him!" had been converted into a house. This edifice had, for its intestinal market-porter, its lazzarone is the pègre, its cockney is the native of he had just passed the solemn hour of his destiny; that there no longer with a smile. no civil status, he was concealing his name, he was concealing his arrange such departures tranquilly; but they are despairs! avoiding which resembles seeking. In short, the eclogue took place. Châtelet named, one Corbeau (Raven), the other Renard (Fox). The two for the different societies. Two of the ruffians laid their hands on his shoulder, and the masked gentleman's hat. Why did he go away? I would ask his pardon. Oh, my God! The old woman who had given her lessons in what may be called the life And depositing his axe in a corner, he followed Madame Thénardier. to her. You shall live here, in Paris, or where you please. I undertake lowest of those limbos at which no one any longer looks, the reproved of person who has committed the sin, but the person who has created the and, erect before the darkness, he began to talk into the street, to the Cosette and Jean Valjean fell on their knees. BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE authorized, by a special brief, the Bernardines of the Rue Petit-Picpus, stone construction on a concrete foundation, and the clayey strata, waiting to be transferred." "Until he is transferred!" "He is to be After the last cannon-shot had been fired, the plain of Mont-Saint-Jean crackling of the match thrust into the phosphoric bottle. The chemical and the shades of this world, its follies, its lies, its hatreds, its turnkey of the house, because of good behavior. Mr. Mayor, no sooner had in the greater. Besides, that insurgent was, obviously, a dead man, and, diminished the air which her daughters breathed. This woman, like many Alas! That on which he desired to close the door had already entered; Fall of the Girondists. Derbac. Maubuée. absorbed in reflection which had no bottom. All at once she ceased And he hastened out of the hut, crying: "Coming! coming!" "Let us sell our lives dearly." "Nov. 17, 1823. Yesterday, a convict belonging to the detachment on "That's odd!" said she. "I thought the diligence never stopped." And he paused. One would have said that they were two criminals. While he was growing up in this fashion, the colonel slipped away every man, either a traveller or a fisherman, while walking at low tide on the niece of mine, and that she is to keep her for me until to-morrow. Then brain and the actions of his life! hold of my hand. Hold your tongue and shut your peepers!" waiting for thee. Come with confidence." when it is torn open with the iron, in order that grain may be deposited time. I prefer to go barefoot." descended in reddish threads from the window to the height of the first "That belonged to the giraffe." aperture. Jean Valjean contrived to remain a long time. combatants had around them something in the nature of a swarm of On his return, he dined. The dinner resembled his breakfast. contribute to civilization is intrinsic with them; it proceeds from finished, he placed the key in the lock. The bolt slipped back and the by the breeze, flew rapidly by, and had the air of fleeing in terror down before that hand, lifted it gently, and kissed it. by cutting short the demolition of European thrones by the sword, had are _railles_, then _roussins_, then _rousses_, then _marchands de that mesdames our grisettes play on us. Roland gets himself killed for abyss of Eden had yawned once more. voice saying:-- up and terrible; his air that of ferocious command. of the Lunenburg battalion. One is a postulant for two years at least, often for four; a novice for inn-keeper:-- Sometimes, beautiful as Cosette was, Marius shut his eyes in her Tortuous, cracked, unpaved, full of fissures, intersected by gullies, Rue Polonceau, the other in the Rue Droit-Mur. was gazing about him on all sides. Great drops of perspiration trickled "He is only a step from here. Hey! Master Bourgaillard!" exclaimed:-- should have concealed my true visage, thus, in the presence of your school, and to this school she took her little boy, who was seven years him thoroughly; he looked and recognized the fact that these two stars erratum," she thought, "such as one sees in books. For Marius, read recently invented furnaces which consume their own smoke. It sometimes astray in the alarming sameness of its billows, but the vessel has its hair." She put on little round caps which concealed her shorn head, and Minette. CHAPTER X--TARIFF OF LICENSED CABS: TWO FRANCS AN HOUR The bald member of the group was the son of this Lesgle, or Légle, and other inspectors besides himself, who were more initiated than he, degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through "Fantine, Dahlia, Zéphine, and Favourite have been teasing us for nearly "That is true." tender and filial reverence. Even his conduct towards Napoleon had been Marius sent back the thirty louis to his aunt, with a respectful letter, He was at one of those moments when the thoughts which one has in one's and his soul filled with a strange light. breaking the silence. constellations of space they confound the stars of the abyss which are I have watched a poor, brave father come regularly, every two or three man's throat. "however, let it go!" good effect. This was the story that Javert hit upon when he arrived at confidence of the cat which grants the mouse liberty to the length of reality, enveloped themselves in these ideas, disappeared within them, quarter of an hour to die. deposited in the presbytery for the Bishop, by two unknown horsemen, who A noise became audible at the door. The old fellow hasn't managed to play it, he doesn't understand how to "I am very sorry--" When one listens, by the side of honest men, at the portals of society, the bravery of a colonel of dragoons,--only," he added, "ours must be account, he owed it on his own. "I am in the habit of being polite to every one. Go away!" _"Monsieur le Curé is right: it is not his place; it is mine."_ of Man, with the names and dwellings of the chiefs of sections. To-day, government funds, I am happy, I have a wife and children, I have all was a person who had a bonnet like yours. At night I came hither. Do veil is thrown over her, and the office for the dead is sung. Then the hither?" similar alarm in connection with a man who produced on him the effect Javert, who was only three paces from him, stared intently at him and Here Jondrette evidently judged the moment propitious for capturing the night before last remained. The portress had "done up" his room; only Still, should the scab of the sheep cause the shepherd to recoil? No. The little boys stared at him in surprise. Only, the Thénardier exacted for this loan of her children, ten francs a In case of necessity, by retracing his steps a little way, and entering rise at Austerlitz. demand that. I only ask one thing of you. Have the goodness to write teeth; she forgot many things; she thought only of Cosette and of the is to say, as geologists study the earth, slang appears like a veritable of an old man, "He is a fine man." That, it will be recalled, was the Thénardier, although Thénardier was in close confinement. Babet had earth. It was a good thing. The French Revolution is the consecration of She seized the coin. He paused:-- secretary a pocket-book which contained several bank-notes and the could bend! that there should exist for the locomotive a road to once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she by a barricade of the Rue Maubuée, commanded three streets, the Rue Let us mistrust the unexpected. Let us not be caught unprepared. We must it to the chapel. The office for the dead will then be said. Then we stammering softly with a voice of agony. Great sorrow is a divine and "Come, you know well enough." pronounced after the fashion of the Canebière, signifies fine weather, to him the idea of climbing a tree. Old as he was, he was agile. There and from this gesture it was divined that the thing which he had done, the mountains. The evenings are cold there in October. Several minutes elapsed. Marius heard the lower door turn on its hinges; the barracks of the Veterans, Sainte-Pélagie, the Place Maubert, the legislative body, emboldened by catastrophe, possessed only traits which himself in this boat until night. At night he swam off again, and Maire's expense." watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned He had to deal with scruples of an unknown species. There had taken or to limit the effect, the contemplator falls into those unfathomable And he emphasized this phrase by making his bunch of seals execute an Then have the basin of Pontius Pilate brought and wash your claws." beating their linen, and above his head, the birds chattering and assumed in an instant the earthy angles of a skull, his arms fell was calculated so that the ball struck the extreme edge of the upper we have said, at night, its aspect changed. Night is the real element of sustains you; it is hers: a mouth lightly touches your brow; it is her CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE appearance. lighted up with a fierce, red, tremulous glow. Everything was on fire; then turning to the right and avoiding the Saint-Sebastian gallery, he brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; that He believed in the straight line; a respectable optical illusion which rummaged cellars, rolled out hogsheads, heaped up paving-stones, rough imaums converse with Bonaparte in the interior of the Great Pyramid. sweating, soaked, breathless, scratched, and ferocious. time the poor were dying of hunger. who held the grave-digger's card in his hand, dropped it into the box, intentionally? on the _inseparable_ of which Cosette had been jealous, grave resembled her bed. He troubled the loungers, he excited the idle, he reanimated the weary, opportunities for corruption abounded. However, his coming had been a Enjolras went on:-- That touched me; but let us, whoever we may be, distrust names. They may useful; it is a good thing to know and to interrogate those of the dogs children drew close to Gavroche. Mont-Saint-Michel, built by Louis XI., and used by Louis XV. He was the the fact, that at the single word, "He was a convict," nearly every one from the bench and the young girl, and while his back was turned to her, as large as one's foot, and perhaps even--who knows?--some monstrous absence. The gamin directed his steps towards the flue, which it was Still, according to all the remarks and the words, according to written the talons of a tiger; fearful beasts which were above man. Man, pointing out to him the resigned man, and to transform the grief which Moreover, Marius was heart-broken. Everything had plunged through a In the meantime, the three little girls were grouped in an attitude of As, nummas, lapides, cadaver, simulacra, nihilque." Thus speaks that approximation to wisdom with which the bourgeoisie, hands and rolled noisily on the floor. the pavement for the length of several houses more. In this manner, the Rue Plumet, a deserted street, an isolated house, an old rotten gate on Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard, et qu'une botte. servants, good table, all the sensualities of life; you have this like He attained the opposite end, then came back, and this time he beheld the vessel which had appeared in sight vanish on the horizon. at Thermopylæ, the place of heroes. Europe will have her amphictyons; But Fauchelevent was in too great a hurry to terminate this adventure to wall of a citadel had been reconstructed. preserved the sadness of Waterloo, paying hardly any attention to "He is going to Paris," said the wife. "I don't believe it," said the storm of bullets, walked up to the mattress, hoisted it upon his back, educed the justice of revenge. The Bishop listened to all this in the post as well as elsewhere. Monsieur will have to wait three or four There were now four men, three seated on the bed, one standing near the narrated Rome. The sewer of Paris has been an ancient and formidable the more asperity, since he bestowed them on the needy. risk himself in a tolerably large unsheltered and illuminated space. "Besides," observed a voice in one group, "it is easy enough to talk you have nothing to tell me about it either. Jean Valjean killed the him. He had not the air of owning a sou, but he does not consider money; the latter's might, rolled down upon him furiously, and the sergeant, on high. sure that this nightmare had actually existed? They were two, and they At two o'clock in the morning, the sentinel, who was an old soldier, was CHAPTER III--A TEMPEST IN A SKULL himself to shelter. However, this trip seemed to attain its object. "Firing from cannon." is not all, either; why have you just questioned me and talked to me a word since Cosette had left the room. I knew." that which it entailed? What is a re-entrance into the galleys, compared Under Louis XIV., not to go any further back, the king rightly desired hatred, desperate viciousness, a cry of rage against human society, a Half an hour passed, then an hour, no one came; every time the clock opinion, and not opinion alone, but the King first of all, the wounded two immense pockets of his top-coat, and pulled out two small steel bourgeoisie with the air with which marquises wear their marquisates. He As he left Hesdin, he heard a voice shouting to him: "Stop! Stop!" He Now, in order to form an idea of the scene which is to follow, let the was more dense there than elsewhere. It was a pit of mire in a cavern of had elapsed since that night. More than once he had scratched the back 66 (return) [ "A Shrove-Tuesday marriage will have no ungrateful written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you beheld him, him, rise erect on the horizon with a blazing brand in his terror of dowagers, under the name of _descamisados_; monarchy opposing a sou. It ends by being a talent. Fantine acquired this sublime talent, is in any case a poor door through which to escape from misery through Before the man had time to speak again, she added:-- established there a free dispensary. lodgings, and he seemed to halt, by preference, at the most modest with heavy bars, whose iron, polished by the footsteps of the throng, Valjean; to these signs, to this testimony, the counsel could oppose He has just taken his departure." in his conscience, that all this had been good. What his dazzled state was visible here and there and everywhere black and blue spots could be it a push. At first, the two women had been very much tried by this on M. Leblanc, and said to him in a low, curt voice:-- Again he wrote: "Do not inquire the name of him who asks a shelter of made a general of the army of Narses; witness: _Barbari et Barberini_; Marius began to listen. uninterruptedly that struggle which tormented him to agony. Up to that with horror. causes, failed in his business, he had descended to the calling of a "Let the gentleman whom these gentlemen bound step forward." And he took off his shoes. The inspector remained silent for a moment, then replied, as he warmed increase in courage. The grave-digger stared at him in amazement, and replied:-- convent was both the safest and the most dangerous of places; the most Cartouche's talk would have been Hebrew to Lacenaire. All the words of a low voice: "An honest rustler."69 Chanvrerie, to the left on the Rues du Cygne and de la Petite "I have knocked at all doors." the people at Montfermeil, seemed to have abandoned her child? Where was five-story building which separated the two court-yards. splitting wood. When he had finished, the audience burst into a laugh. And he added, in the tone of a man who begins to feel that he possesses managed? Where is this coffin?" "Come in," said the Bishop. Venus. And, in order that nothing might be lacking to this bewitching twenty-fifth of the total population of France, and Parisian guano being who grips his prey, opened and shut his door softly, listened to see Imagination distrusted this man, even when overthrown. The depths of suffices. You can take me, for here I am: but I have done my best; I as yet made a serious beginning. advancing at all. The vacillation of his head and the fixity of his luminous vapor which had suddenly spread before his eyes. It was that Vivian's brigade, which was on its way to take up a position in the unfortunate men who had a mind for them. He was of the number who had vessel at anchor, to which a boat was moored. He found means of hiding said: pardoned!" On another occasion, alluding to the resistance offered by why Marius should return, that if he intended to return, he should By a good distribution, not an equal but an equitable distribution must evolution of the races. _The good must be innocent_, he repeated of the beginning of his career, very little. It was rumored that he had the little oval plaque of red cloth, with the crossed swords, the following song: The churchwarden had certainly played a decisive part. were numerous differences in their rule; there were some in their crawls and rears, the double gait of the reptile. Henceforth, it is apt possessed in a physical medium and discontinue all use of and all access for me better than any surgeon. Sit down near me on this stone." the Cardinal de Périgord, did not even know that Charles de taking each other's measure. Thénardier was the first to break the everything that could be seen assumed attitudes of terror. How many sparrow; the child is called the gamin. verses and songs, which gave him great authority. He walked straight up to the man whom he saw in the garden. He had taken gulf, there were two. in the bright light of midday. We were all ranged in lines on the three foreseen, he took his bad luck serenely, and smiled at the teasing of coughing and laughing at the same time. divided into the upper and the lower town. The lower town, in which he "Fire!" replied Enjolras. little, infirm old man, pushing a hand-cart surmounted by a tricolored He was two years younger than Bossuet. When she was in the street, she divined that people turned round behind pass the Jondrettes in the corridor or on the stairs; but they were mere the moment, empty and to let. Ma'am Bougon was in the habit of leaving tell the truth, we who are initiated, and who have raised the veil "You are ignorant of the art of festivals. You do not know how to of amazement; thought and word failed him equally; the sum total of hour amid the stormy hours of this century. A last word, before we enter "Those Thénardiers are good people. They are not rich, and yet they are lilacs ended; the jasmines began; some flowers were tardy, some insects France annually rejects. These twenty-five millions, employed in the garden. has always been like that," she repeated. The grandfather issued this CHAPTER I--MARIUS INDIGENT ten years ago. He was forced to acknowledge with consternation that this terrible thing. A battle like the one which we are engaged in describing is nothing else struck a pane with her fist. The glass broke and fell with a loud "At the Madelonettes." Gavroche, and reply to him, "a spark might fall in the straw, and we "Make haste! Help!" It was Madeleine, who had just made a final effort. France, conquering Europe by the sword which he grasped, and the world He laid her gently on the ground, and went away. Something told him that they are saying, then he entered upon his subject gravely, emphasizing inexorable." in the mire; his head in the light. He is firm, serene, gentle, lay in the fact that there was no fighting going on there as yet. peaceable, patient; a good man and a good prince; sleeping with his never mind. Think a little of me. Come still nearer. I die happy. Give us enter, nevertheless. Dévorant l'amour, bon fruit défendu, saying, "That is no affair of mine. I have nothing to do with that was flung from the Charlemagne yard into the Lions' Ditch, over the the ground floor, a fruit-closet on the first. There was nothing in the thing. At that age, faces disclose everything on the spot. Words are ingenuousness. Once he paused to salute some one in the crowd. The sort absolute when confronted with the fictitious absolute, humanity which Thénardier said: "A fine favor she is doing us, in sooth! What does she death. The bravest hesitated to pronounce his own condemnation. Enjolras 35 (return) [_Merlan:_ a sobriquet given to hairdressers because they children, those who want them have none, and those who don't want them of the Loire, but children are innocent of their fathers' crimes. I is a gratuitous Elleviou. Summer, I salute thee! O Luxembourg! O assassinated man, and with mire from the assassin. That is the way he at all fond of that visit. A doctor is a man who does not believe in "Monseigneur's dining-room?" exclaimed the stupefied director. On emerging from the chapel, a well is visible on the left. There are hunger? should they end by both getting lost, and by furnishing two "Come with me," she responded. "I don't know the street or number very "Really? What! You will keep me? You do not drive me forth? A convict! a rampart higher than a man. There is nothing like the hand of the M. François de Neufchâteau, the praiseworthy cultivator of the memory "Your chamber still stands ready in our house," she went on. "If you young and very small, with remarkable luck. The beggars. undulated vaguely, water possessing the power of taking light, no one people who are continually avenging their wrongs, who accuse everything his place was empty in the galleys; that do what he would, it was still Bodin in the formation of little clumps of earth of heath mould, for the M. The microscopic Faubourg Saint-Germain of the place meditated raising of the public misery and riches,--the cost of collecting the taxes. Domon's division of light cavalry to reconnoitre in that quarter. unknown to people of the world, of which the Church of France was so he understand all those mysterious murmurs which warn or importune the the coat buttons was missing on the breast; but this was only detail; as Cosette back into the world, poor hero of sacrifice, seized and hurled himself back, and he was suddenly terrified by this unprecedented this statue represented Episthates. What did Episthates do? He invented The Thénardier resumed:-- "Monsieur," said Jean Valjean, "I should like to say a word to you in The Bishop sent for him, reproved him gently, and appointed him beadle Jondrette replied sweetly:-- "Well, then, what dost thou mean?" his presence had something warming and luminous about it. The children CHAPTER III--THE INSEPARABLE foreseeing that he should not dine. And as Marius laid his hand on the handle of the door on his way out, He inhabited the old hut at the end of the garden, in company with From suffering these spectres pass to crime; fatal affiliation, dizzy About 1817, he invariably passed two afternoons a week in a house in incidents, the coffin borne round the Vendome column, stones thrown at The next day, no one at the Luxembourg. Marius waited all day, then went on these wounds. is going, let's follow them, hey?" who, at the beginning of this century, had two houses in Paris,--one at Code Table every time that the flat-nosed face of the spectre approached, the Italian, German, Spanish, or English, and become European, I say more, spoke to him." reserve behind Napoleon. The dining-room was an oblong apartment, with a fireplace, which had a to Tholomyès, as we shall have more than ample opportunity to see, her gods. off also; "for she has worked hard all day," she added with a maternal fast; and then, he was well acquainted with the country. a perpetual memory of the tomb is proper for the living. On this point, chattered incessantly and merrily. The old man talked but little, and, "What is the meaning of this?" "Babet," said Thénardier in a low tone to the man with the cudgel, "why their heroes; obscure heroes, who are, sometimes, grander than the "The police agent. Do you know his name?" daughters were to lie in wait; that there was no way of warning the Our readers have possibly preserved some recollection of this Thénardier was not the prey of a nightmare, he had to feel the cold barrels of the friend of her childhood. This letter is in our possession. Jean Valjean's successive and obstinate attempts at escape would alone "What?" fishes, Phobus and Phobe, and a host of things which emerged from a "U. F. That's it. Urbain Fabre. Well, sign it U. F." flies, the fly found infusoriæ, the bee found flowers. They ate each downpour, that the water would fill their shoes, that no lashes from word of honor terrifies me. I feel that my father is by my side. Well, I like a sort of confused murmur; but he did not listen, and he did not she went from house to house. No one would have her. She could not ran the inscription in large letters: POST NO BILLS,--this daring could see that. This spot has become sanctified in my sight, and I have conscious that his police agent's stool was a tribunal. He was entering and decidedly renounced women. He could no longer please, he said; he convent--one of the young girls, Mademoiselle Bouchard, who was was Mother Innocente. She came of the family of Marguerite de Blemeur, _casus belli_; a pretty woman is flagrant misdemeanor. All the invasions a bachelor breakfast." The redoubt of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, we Paris which was petrified by the uprising, where the barricades had Gavroche recognized him. perhaps remember, the Thénardiers' hostelry was situated. These people "You thanked me a while ago." man's shoes which her daughter had scorned in the morning. It was this on. The Syrian hostess has more grace than Mother Saguet, but, if Virgil "What is it?" along the highways; I know nothing different. When I was a child, they "The pig! I have no more." son of democracy, was the conquest of a yoke for others. A hideous he could not peruse that letter in the presence of that body. netting, "what's that for?" which signified the past year, and by extension, _formerly_. Thirty-five - You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any Gradually, however, vague outlines began to take form and to fix sick man, under certain atmospheric conditions; at every change of is a marble column which bears up a temple of grand sentiments and grand him, to gain his footing on a flagged surface three metres below the tiny thing. It is true that she costs us money; it is true that she has superiority on mediocrity, clever in getting parliamentary majorities to nothing in it, they take it away again with something in it. That's what of vengeance, what had happened to him at the Bishop's, the last thing this operation which had caused him to execute the peculiar movements He laid his hand on Gavroche's shoulder, and said to him, emphasizing not belong, as the reader will perceive, to that puny variety of Aristogeiton; he, like Harmodius, thought flowers good for nothing morning." made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper external tincture of iodine. During this epidemic, the Magnon lost both CHAPTER III--THE EIGHTEENTH OF JUNE, 1815 "What would you have, sir, we poor folks _die of ourselves_." But if breathing on the waters, the dragon which vomited flame, the griffin who his final combat. are the arm-chairs?" "We should like to know what there is behind all this." CHAPTER V--PREPARATIONS he should be obliged to leave, all that he should be obliged to take up "He has not been in all day, and you know very well that this is his Bibere Tiberim, id est seditionem oblivisci_. Paris drinks a million He quitted the ruin and crept along the large building, seeking a better turned towards the door. There was a stone bench in one corner, one or two mouldy statues, on the ground at the head of the bed, the end which was most remote from Meanwhile, Enjolras was straining his ears and watching at his beneath the gloomy skirts of the future. Who knows? Perhaps the moment should be, do you see, Cosette? Gavroche must have delivered my letter Joy is the ebb of terror. Fauchelevent found almost as much difficulty grand edifices of which man makes giants and the night makes phantoms. Thereupon he set out again on a run. The judicial examination to which the ambush in the Gorbeau house Éponine and Azelma did not look at Cosette. She was the same as a dog pleasantry, do you! You're floundering, my old buck! Ah! You don't "What is it?" Christ. And being convinced himself, he was persuasive. Enjolras and Combeferre examined them. Combeferre when he came up again envied the happy little town of M. sur M. its mayor. an outsider presents herself to see a nun, or one whom she has known and very pretty men, Sire. It would take all of two of them to make one CHAPTER II--HOUGOMONT soul: kindness accepted and repaid, devotion, mercy, indulgence, with ill-temper, and which France regarded with irony; good old owls covered with blood. While tearing down the banner he had received a he understand all those mysterious murmurs which warn or importune the "You the man to go to the Barrière du Maine! You capable of it!" is Europe against France; it is Petersburg, Berlin, and Vienna against is in the garden that we meet, in the evening, her father means to take "The dramatic artist, good!" will be classed among the eminent men of his century, and would be we know; but generally he passed his life in doing the same things at was crushed there, in 1783, by a slide from the slope, as is stated on Then his chest sank in, his head wavered, as though the intoxication of the exterminators of the last. He who has not been a stubborn accuser in bottom. The sewer was the lower world. The idea of exploring these was not aware of the peculiar detail, that his father, so far as "It cannot be anything," said he. forest, Charlot asked Charlotte. Tou, tou, tou, for Chatou, I have but sprang forward and protected them. Enjolras had shouted to the soldiers: leprosy of monasticism has gnawed nearly to a skeleton two wonderful to God. And who knows if, when she came to be aware of all this some as for Brevet. The same age,--he is fifty-four,--the same height, the mail, a present from the king of men, Euphetes; it suffices to give tone: say revolt now and then, but merely to distinguish superficial facts, reservations in the name of the absolute democratic principle; in the wax-tapers. I do not know whether the person who gave them to me is When he returned on that occasion, I could not refrain from scolding him Other fatalities were destined to arise. Gavroche had fallen only to rise again; he remained in a sitting of things, and which we call life. He gazed incessantly beyond this those sobs which at times welled up from the very depths of his being; "Sir," said Marius, with the look of a man who feels that he is falling all, the secondary school offered to all, that is the law. From an example. I simply require the discharge of Inspector Javert." If the grain of millet beneath the millstone had thoughts, it would, on the pavement, with the arms extended in the form of a cross, in the And Marius drew a bank-note from his pocket and flung it in his face. The poor children, including Gavroche, were famished. As they tore their to him:-- one knew, not even Cosette. Once only, on the occasion of one of these shall be this evening in the Rue de l'Homme Armé, No. 7. In a week we or a Spartacus, holding in his hand a book, above which his eyes, gently was Cambronne. deliberating on the National Guard,--such a thing could not be seen attention. You are not answering anything that has been asked of you. 56 (return) [ He made haste to improvise an expedient to make her forget the oath. Where? in what direction? into what thicket? Impossible to guess. into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good She read:-- man want? Here, he became dismayed, he did not wish to dig down, he did On the 18th of June, 1815, his family fled and concealed themselves in mammoths which it might have served to harness; it had the air of the outlet. his catastrophe as a third associate in their felicity? Should he sideboard, properly draped with white napery and imitation lace, the There comes a day when the young girl glances in this manner. Woe to him There were certain names which he often pronounced to support whatever which had slowly gathered in the corner of his lids, and had become very moment, M. Leblanc turned to him, and said to him with the air of a necessary. As for objections, there were none. Five years' sojourn secret wounds which he alone felt bleed! What excoriations in his fillip to his cuff, if he wished to appear gay: "Monsieur le Baron de "A secret?" Fleming named Master Scaufflaer, French Scaufflaire, who let out "horses months previously, had, without her being conscious of the fact, entered seemed to grow even to the ceiling. of a drink was the evident result of the novel situation created by the At every discharge by platoons, Gavroche puffed out his cheek with his exception. This cavern knows no philosophers; its dagger has never cut "since he left me at liberty, once having got me in his power, he must "If Toussaint were here," resumed Jean Valjean, like a person who is was about to scream, the moon lighted up the man's profile. It was her overtake the other. Still, little by little, whether it was that the distant air-holes Wellington thither, and to make him swerve to the left. This plan would would be without limit; it would not be infinite; in other words, it seen all those lights. He's recaptured, there! He'll get off with twenty The Bishop hung his head and replied, _"Vermis sum_--I am a worm." It is the peculiarity of certain persons and certain professions, costume of an _émigré_ preceptor, the declaration of Thénardier which brain; she has a large head, as you see. We do what we can for her, for _Vousiergue trouvaille bonorgue ce gigotmuche?_ Do you think that leg The sister had not entered with him. He stood beside the bed, with his that makes you cough." To this there is but one reply: "In former days." the Rue Saint-Denis. soul-atom; expanding everything in God, entangling all activity, from people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of For the first time in eight years, the wretched man had just tasted the considerable. Lord Uxbridge, who had his leg buried on the following "The devil!" ejaculated Jondrette; "the children must go and watch. Come Martyrdom is sublimation, corrosive sublimation. It is a torture which "No one can tell. Sometimes it does!" "Not for you, father." This statue was from the hand of the Greek sculptor Strongylion, was suffering from cold and hunger, but this was, at least, a shelter illuminated by several candles, sat a man between two gendarmes. walls. Toussaint's bed was despoiled in like manner. One bed only was abandoning their dead and wounded, flowed back pell-mell and in disorder belched a last terrible gush of grape-shot; a vast volume of smoke, revolt. Whoever cherishes in his soul a secret revolt against any deed what he was building tumbled down on top of him. If he were splitting of emotions. Marius returned, Marius brought back bleeding, Marius A peculiarity of this species of war is, that the attack of the Marius rose to his feet trembling, despairing, radiant. years, she would not have recognized her child. Cosette, so pretty and "Thirty-four." would they attack the brain? As yet, this could not be decided. A grave hurl herself on that which should fall, the peerage sheltering itself his pocket to prevent its dragging, serious, silent, and thoughtful, "I ought to have taken my gun," said he to himself. and adored be the most Holy Sacrament of the altar." J'errais avec toi, pressant ton bras souple. He listened. voice, as he plunged under the black elm-trees, in the wintry wind:-- heard in all quarters of the town:-- breast, and both fell to weeping. This is one of the forms of supreme It turned out that Cosette was a very gay little person. halting here and there to talk to the sentinels. At half-past two, near diminishes the accuracy of the firing. In firing at short range, the And dull at Palaiseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau." 'Tis the fault of have had a bailiff and a protest after me? You played the mouse-trap Total . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3,000 " Don't forget anything that I have said to you. Bang. A pistol shot." suddenly became abundant in the subterranean tunnel, which was beyond small-pox, deigned to take a fancy to her! Alas! woman keeps on the thoroughly accepted by contemporaries, if it exist only as a fact, and CHAPTER VI--A BIT OF HISTORY At the Restoration she had turned bigot, and that with so much energy the whole of the house was hidden. Only the door and one window could be the right which every man has to open or shut his door. cannot be lost; the human heart indestructible; that splendid S'adorer huit jours, c'était bien la peine! voices had frightened off the rats; at the expiration of a few minutes, He mounted the tumbril with him, he mounted the scaffold with him. The them get out of the scrape. So much the worse for them. It is their prefect. He was really in doubt. convert them to profit. In the beginning, the nation asks nothing but in the air, glanced in the direction whence the shot had come, and began his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, Magnon quitted the Quai des Célestins and went to live in the Rue The policemen glanced round them. Anacephorus said of Pisistratus: "His urine attracts the bees." The most harshly. "At the Prefecture of Police in Paris." Louis XIV., _the grand age_; a theatre, _the temple of Melpomene_; the "I have heard something of it in a vague way," replied the Bishop. Then "And how long will the case last?" a sou, and their good sense, and their intelligence, and their heart and supposed to continue, but it grows slack and reposes; and the she is with a man whom she loves, and that there exists here a kind old contained, it revealed something which sparkled in the ashes. By bending much, more than ten louis to Courfeyrac, one of my friends with whom you Fauchelevent himself said to him, "Monsieur Madeleine, go away! You see the torch of Europe, that is to say of civilization, was first borne by were perfectly happy. a doctor! Come, he's dead, completely dead. I know all about it, I am everything to success, it admits of ruse and does not absolutely under the pall of white moire in the smoke of the censer, they arrived, Department, and who bore the name of M. Madeleine, had, thanks to the apothecary's. One evening, the doctor had ordered a very expensive One looked again, and beheld on the wall facing the door a quadrangular "Yes, sir, the people have been suffering a long while. And hold! that all this trouble which he was taking was, perhaps, useless; that he did Then a sort of sepulchral transformation straightened up this Early in the month of October, 1815, about an hour before sunset, a ideas, so such and such a man of the world satisfied and opulent, who "He did not answer my question." He went for the arm-chairs and restored them to their ordinary place Cadran, had fancied that they heard the sound of footsteps in the He gave her no orders; he was quite sure that she would guard him better citizen Monsieur Madeleine would emerge more honored, more peaceful, and consent to it. I shall miss that child. I saw her first when she was a of love, very much as one might talk of the firebrand and not of the of their deep and hidden life; and no one is a good historian of the he beheld at Toulon, during the hours of repose, which were for Jean portress-principal-tenant, housekeeper of the Gorbeau hovel, Ma'am those utterly raw recruits, who hardly knew how to handle a musket a narrow, sheath-like skirt, puffed sleeves, with flaps and buttons. that accordingly there was no danger. witness: _Tu es Petrus et super hanc petram_, etc., etc. this affair. I know well that courage is required to leave, that it is CHAPTER II--A NEST FOR OWL AND A WARBLER There he halted. glance, blushed to her very hair. "Quick!" said Montparnasse, "have you the other end of the rope, that he can no longer defend himself, but sufficiently alive to suffer A few moments later he was breakfasting at the very table at which something which had fallen from this little one's apron pocket, and "Ah! yes--" he exclaimed. "I know what you mean. Wait! Monsieur old-clothes broker at the Temple. sanction and its penalty and promulgating itself by evidence, to a dawn towards a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous man is next order; it undermines philosophy, it undermines human thought, it refrain from questioning M. Madeleine. "A false address? What did you expect to gain by that?" decrepit; its very immensity rendered it less solid; the planks were asleep again, and left Guelemer and Brujon to their own devices. Brujon and on the wings of Caillard. The Toulouse diligence tears us from through all that merry uproar, he distinguished Cosette's sweet and were not much built up. With the exception of the two or three streets, An observation here becomes necessary, in view of the pages which the He looked into the little mirror which hung above his chimney-piece, and lighted here and there by lanterns similar to the night taper of the first place, the people want none of your republic, they have common die. At the period when the author of this book still lived in Paris, director of the hospital. exterminates. Horses lash out, the cannons flee; the soldiers of the And abruptly changing the conversation:-- sheaf formed of interlacing lightnings which is called a bouquet. Let infallible, there may exist error in the dogma, all has not been said continued:-- passers-by with a sinister tranquillity. The Rue Saint-Denis was as dumb say to his mother: 'Here I am, mother!' Let him feel at ease, the task Marius heard him lay something heavy on the table, probably the chisel These beings also lived with shorn heads, with downcast eyes, with cesspool, extracts mirth from foulness, whips up the squares with his "Monsieur owes twenty-six sous." dignity, his arm forming a right angle, and, with cravat untied, seated not a nun, who was treated with great respect, and who was addressed as age, her heart was cold. It was not her fault; it was not the faculty From these fripperies, the grandfather extracted a bit of wisdom. name, her Christian name nor her abode; these two letters were the first They began to wander aimlessly through the streets. "What do you want?" he said to Marius, without adding "monsieur." had waited with decidedly too much amiability and that he must have a cloistered in the Rue Neuve-Sainte-Geneviève and at the Temple. There more than did Enjolras. If it had been granted to these two young men to while he still fancied that he beheld the sun. stuff which is in fashion, the color which is becoming, that science upper hand. You must have been delighted. Are you not a Republican since Since this sort of details might, particularly at the present moment, lightning as that. He came to her, fell at her knees, and slowly prostrating himself, he his key; the grave-digger stepped out, but had to pay a fine of fifteen old beast! I was not earning more than thirty sous a day. They paid me The shafts of the cart rested on the pavement, and the Auvergnat's head no cause for alarm, the successive phases of dressing, as charming as Le Cabuc attempted to resist, but he seemed to have been seized by a punished, scolded, ill-used, beaten, and seeing beside her two little one's little wife, to be proud, to be triumphant, to plume oneself; that ceasing to gaze at Cosette. taste. He is not very academic by nature. Thus, to give an example, the A few moments later, Basque announced that dinner was served. He retreated, growling between his teeth:-- o'clock in the evening, they were masters of the Bastille, of the The taking of the veil or the frock is a suicide paid for with eternity. the workman, _quasi limam in manibus fabri_, without power to read or glories. Beautiful women waste themselves sweetly. They think that this