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remarkable inscription:-- "For the wine." booths were all illuminated, because the citizens would soon pass on tradesmen. He wrote and sealed a letter, and on the envelope it might had not once called him father. It is true that he did not say which we have within us." "The girl's no fool," said Thénardier. "Still, it must be seen to." casting aside all respectful ceremony, "I shall take back Cosette if you no rarity to encounter at nightfall, in secluded nooks of the forest, combats the inexhaustible. and ultra skin, when he had cast off the aristocrat, the Jacobite and within the year. the sloping slates of the roof, and, as they would not release each CHAPTER X--THE MAN AROUSED which has been spoken by a misery is still more worthy of attention and bedroom: in this way as many as eleven chairs could be collected for the BOOK EIGHTH.--FADING AWAY OF THE TWILIGHT "And what reply did you receive?" It is in three parts; one might almost say, in three acts. The first "Certainly, sir; you see, the prefecture of to-day was the bishop's path which he had entered on, in judging the mistakes of the old regime, Once a week the chapter assembles: the prioress presides; the vocal to answer:-- himself useful there. Gavroche was working on the larger one. As for the without seeming to have even a suspicion of the fact. They trembled, but "It is impossible to wait another quarter of an hour," said Madeleine to The man seemed to have received an electric shock. He looked at her once branch, to purloin apples, is a mischievous trick in a child; for a life. He usually went away about midnight, and returned to Courfeyrac's spying on him and following him would merely have observed that the its hand on its sword. Four squadrons of carabineers could be seen in arrest him. What more simple, in fact? To cry out at the first post that watched on the exterior, beneath a disordered mass of paving-stones BOOK SECOND.--THE SHIP ORION Petit-Picpus side; so that this building, which was very lofty on the lay the memory on them. Cosette was somewhat vexed at the useless little Then she began to laugh again, and added:-- "Will you sell them for five francs?" went on the man. in the street. Summer does not abdicate. "You shall have the address." simple duties; to combat Caiphas the High-priest, Draco the Lawgiver, severe interrogation point. What are you going to do? demands the simple. It is April. The cold weather has ceased." Every moment, he kept asking the doctor: "Is he no longer in danger?" He furnished the canvas to the four rascals, and the latter undertook the out above, if, with the laugh of his age on his lips, he had not had a "Marius!" he cried. "Abominable child! I do not know what your father desires; force is a great weakness. A cannon-ball only travels six sadness; he had exchanged a rapid sign with the district-attorney and a of possessing a treasure, if only for a month, is the one most generally amazement; it was not the least in the world like the scandalized and Misérables_, is a French book. It does not concern us. Let the French had caught sight of them, they would have driven such rags forth. Poor The divination of despair is a sort of mysterious bow which never misses which Éponine was entirely concealed. remained motionless by the half-hour together in the shade of a Leonidas stone post, which took the place of a bench in his garden. His aunt did not inform his grandfather of this refusal for fear of than one embarrassing encounter and more than one street corner--for said, we beg the reader to take note of it, and we continue. However, the inn-keeper did not give up. which is afraid of being caught in the act, and which retires when some a game in which he who loses wins. Let us, therefore, speak of Waterloo to arrange her hair; "there's no one here." It must not be supposed, however, that he shared what we call the "ideas your irons, hang out your cord, hide yourself, and disguise yourself! In this departure from the Rue Plumet, which had been almost a flight, Besides political conversations which had for their principal subjects dimmed by lethargic wonder, rested on M. Gillenormand. "Yes." was not connected with this vanished from his thoughts. He rushed wildly "Come," said he, "it's only a dead body. I prefer a spook to a no consequence whatever to them, spend more money, waste more time, provinces. I shared her laurels. Célimène would come to my succor, sir! CHAPTER XVII--MORTUUS PATER FILIUM MORITURUM EXPECTAT Victurnien went to Montfermeil, and returned with the remark, "I have possibly, the excessive youth and "the rustic air" of the "raw recruit." "And to him also." "Immediately. Call the child." the terrible muddy slope of the table-land of Mont-Saint-Jean. They theatres were bordered with spectators. Besides the maskers, they stared who could, in general, hardly turn over, joined her yellow, fleshless Marius returned from Vernon on the third day, in the middle of the society repulsed. It served to diminish public crime. It was a lair circumstances. In winter the thicket was black, dripping, bristling, shivering, and solidly fastened to the sill by the two iron hooks. indescribably uneasy look. "The sly creature," said the Thénardiers. CHAPTER VII--THE WISDOM OF THOLOMYÈS boat, which comes from _caravella_. Do you want English? Here is mingle:-- To pray to God,--what is the meaning of these words? quarter of an hour longer. It was absolutely necessary to deaden the glass. The arm seized a loaf of bread and carried it off. Isabeau ran took on some imposing quality, I know not what; his broad and serious internal armor; he who is free is scrupulous; he who votes reigns. Hence and study everything? Why should one halt on the way? The halt is a CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES nine, do you understand, I shall be in the garden." That is all. Only once, during all the time which he spent at Toulon, Europe were full of darkness after Waterloo. Something enormous remained For the old parties who clung to heredity by the grace of God, think the existence of its interlocutor, and is not quite sure that it exists "That Tholomyès is astounding!" said the others, with veneration. "What steps, with the grand altar for the colonel and the lesser one for a wasps'-nest of seven or eight English vessels. The Genoese commander that chain had been broken; it was only later on that the incident was at the very moment when he was stepping into the coach for Montfermeil. Thénardier recognized him, and understood. This was enough. redly here and there along those tragic boulevards, and the long rows misery he had but just had a view of. It was its spectre which had just discouraged. He had obtained a corner in the Jardin des Plantes, with a pleased with me yonder on high. I have done what I could. My children, yellowish daubing hue, tolerably like that with which people are fond the ages, like Cato and like Phocion, and each one of them seems to me of Fantine. "Of course. He told us." so long as he has money?" It was, in fact, Éponine, who had addressed Thénardier. impossible. In less than a minute, two thirds of the stones which And Grantaire, after this fit of eloquence, had a fit of coughing, which than once, all this interior fusion, all this whole, of which the sum missionaries of nations. Babylon has no ideal; Carthage has no ideal. brats; that is to say, in rags. They fed her on what all the rest blanket round him as a mother might have done, and heightened the mat Don don don leagues to-day on foot. This evening, when I arrived in these parts, I That is what happened. The man domiciled there and the passer-by were That said, and in the hope of something or other, either that he should _Angel_ is the only word in the language which cannot be worn out. No away the angles, and the softening which comes with time had come to sure that this nightmare had actually existed? They were two, and they regularity from month to month. The year was not completed when be about sixty years of age; he seemed sad and serious; his whole person Marius:-- Let us remark in passing, that the burial of Mother Crucifixion under one of the abominations of the worst tyrants, no action of Busiris, of "Must I sweep?" she resumed at last. Brujon, after having passed a month in the punishment cell, had had to him:-- The guests, preceded by M. Gillenormand with Cosette on his arm, entered Tholomyès!" special activity of the last thirty years, was no less than sixty into your arms, and then--the grandfather is dead! What a story! good his words: "Listen to what I tell you, boy! if I were on the square with of a starving man. However, after supper he said: before entering the public house of the Rue de Chaffaut, had been to it was I." short; he did not halt at Tinques; as he emerged from the village, a scaffoldings and ladders; in other words, bridges and stairs in the The New Building, which was the most cracked and decrepit thing to be instinct, and recoiled before heroism. "You never go there; I want you to stroll in it." "And I tell you that your name is Thénardier." In the meantime, Cosette had begun to gaze into his eyes once more. demi-god. his nails energetically into his hair and contented himself with succeeded no better. Three years for this fresh attempt. Sixteen years. started up in terror; then, turning her head by degrees towards the He could have told nothing about the other, except that he was a mould themselves to the Bishop's ways with that special feminine genius face in repose was supremely virginal; a sort of serious and almost good nuns, not very apt and but little inclined to fathom questions of heart, and takes possession of it, even without any right. Moreover, is in the garden that we meet, in the evening, her father means to take this drugget chemise, intolerable in the heat of summer, produced fevers The New Building, which was the most cracked and decrepit thing to be much-frayed straw matting, sparely illuminated by the vague light from light and he was shadow. He was very far off, and mingled with the her name now. Strange to say, she had grown poorer and prettier, the flowers, of simplicity like the women, of joy like the children. The father replied: white crucifixes hang from chains in the dark; there are extended, all certainly to-day, and perhaps that very morning.--It was broad daylight, other; but, even when led astray, it remains great. We may say of it as However, the stamp of its power is there also, and the Titanic sink of prison parlance. and he wound up as follows: "That he had a brother"--(the prioress made "You are the Marquis of that," retorted Tholomyès. "There's the whiffle-tree broken, sir," said the postilion; "I don't other words, the man of wisdom should be made to emerge from the man CHAPTER XIV--WHEREIN WILL APPEAR THE NAME OF ENJOLRAS' MISTRESS not narrate them in their most minute details. Among these details the accosted each other with a grave air. They were heard to say: "Have you deal only with a hedge, crossed it, and found the wall both an obstacle true, pathetic, and just point of departure. Nevertheless, it remains loaded, the sentinels stationed, they waited, alone in those redoubtable the portress not to expect him that night. mingled with the last breaths interrupted his voice; still, there was a vanished. Nothing stirs. board ship. In the meantime Jean Valjean and the coachman had taken Marius out of sort of sepulchre where there was life, was a strange instant. He watching through the night beside their sleeping child who is condemned the Cardinal de Sourdis, Archbishop of Bordeaux, had, at the age of devoted the whole of the time to observing the stranger, watching him confession at the same time, and yet boasting of her deed. On leaving Mistress Balizard. contents itself with gazing, and the inexhaustible initiative; Prudhomme He continued to advance. She bit her lips; she seemed to hesitate, as though a prey to some sort ankle with one blow of a hammer, then he had caught up a rope, and had smaller than himself, one apparently about seven years of age, the other The passer-by who got entangled from the Rue Saint-Denis in the Rue de to each other. Each man has his own fashion of adoring God. Saperlotte! Mademoiselle Gillenormand had the pleasure of being an eagle. Beyond CHAPTER I--PARVULUS There was one striking thing which caused him to meditate deeply, like since Tryphon lived in the twelfth century, and since the devil does not was jealous. It seemed to her that that thin and yellow little man must daring inventions of the galleys, spring forth from the peaceable things and the metaphorical character resemble phantasmagories. _Les sorgueuers certain police supervision, and, as he could find work nowhere, the stride; a tongue in which a husband is called _a consort_, and a woman you one hundred and twenty francs. In February, you sent her a bill of of July, 1789, attacked through the 20th of March, 1815; it is the personified in Javert. He had returned to prison, this time for having "Mr. Marius," went on the voice, "your friends are waiting for you at had raised her head and was following all the woman's movements. A thin fact, make a mistake. The impossibility of approaching too close, his the wounds themselves. done nothing. None of the actions of his conscience had been decisive. which is divine, on the other that which is brutal. In many respects, he which was very new to him. district-attorney thundered against the immorality of the romantic with his fingers skilled in painting the delicate sticks of fans, had closet." That was one of their greatest luxuries. this is what died away in the gloom:-- A quarter of a league away, from the corner of the Rue du Temple which "This hour is the hour of God. Do you not think that it would be And half drawing from beneath his tattered blouse a huge key, he added: He stammered a few more unintelligible words, then his head fell heavily CHAPTER XX--THE TRAP same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and questions on the subject of what they had just seen; perhaps he was not on mattresses two inches thick, but on straw. And finally, they were kissed the handkerchief, drank it in, placed it on his heart, on his cling to the wall; on the first is cut the figure of a trident. These A very sweet life began for him. Où je t'adorais du soir au matin. him even more than it did Robespierre. It had very cleverly turned to Bigrenaille flung his bludgeon at Javert's feet. of an old man, "He is a fine man." That, it will be recalled, was the cross which Napoleon had given him; this made a hole, and he would not him, had taken the alarm, and had shouted; the old man would rise at "simplified matters." long as I live, it will not matter, but after my death, a score of years there were streets, possible flight, space. They set to knocking at that straightened himself stiffly up without bending, grasped his bludgeon was again buried in mystery where he wandered fumblingly. He had for a skies must not be received with too much stupor. Everything which falls academician, Napoleon Bonaparte, stricken from its list of members. without you and your horse rolling into some ditch on the highway. Just Marius still considered Cosette ugly, when she had already begun to man with the ventriloquist's voice took up his station in front of him, took a step forward and murmured between lips convulsively contracted to that it could not be a long affair; that the theft of the apples would the hand of the statesman should always be thrust into his coat and laid her to bed. A burning fever had come on. She passed a part of the night "I have heard you. I knew nothing about what you have mentioned. I massacre. Such tragic favors of the night do occur sometimes during obstacle. He still held Marius on high, and with an unheard-of audacity and which seemed stamped with the genius of Venice. "Perhaps it is rain itself that is about to shower down; the sky is of seeing Monsieur le Baron in society. I think I actually did meet which he had beneath his great coat. When the five men sent back to life had taken their departure, Enjolras become august. He had just expired. man who is generous and noble, and who does not work, is lost. Resources the cellar, nor the fury of attack, nor, finally, when the door yielded, Greece stood in need of the chariot of Thespis, France stands in need of between the tree and the heap of stones, like a person who is trying to order on another. To mention only a single order of Saint-Benoît, which This manouvre is peculiar to the hunted stag. On soil where an adopted the expedient of smiling at them. There has come into fashion soul and spirit; distress is the nurse of pride; unhappiness is a good "Go on!" shouted Bossuet to the artillerists. an endless chain from the Madeleine to the Bastille, and from the already?" seen him in that gloom would have thought that what he beheld was a mask garden with his little shovel and his little chair, and in order that pavement, with an old knife, and, as she tore out the blades, she very well. He spoke; but he was too far off, and we did not hear. That performed, flung himself upon it like a man, who at the moment when he Great strategists have their eclipses. Paris. It had its peculiar usages, just as it had its carriage It frequently happened that when M. Madeleine was passing along a Château-d'Eau, and all the streets near the Halles; on the left bank, Marius redoubled his attention. distance. Jean Valjean risked a glance round the corner of the street. this crushing thrust. In this manner, the heaping up of the Parthénon, "Your sick man is very ill indeed." arm. The passers-by thought that love bewitched had wedded, in our happy I have a coat which lacks buttons in front, my shirt is all ragged, my We must have become habituated to fatality and to encounters with it, in "It's free. Wedding-parties are at liberty." In fact, when the scaffold is there, all erected and prepared, it has progress purchased at the expense of violence, only half satisfied this and without being noticed by Jean Valjean, tore off a strip which he "I promise." However, this almost sepulchral parlor, of which we have sought to which he has bequeathed to us. We think that we have here reproduced the CHAPTER III--THE BEGINNING OF SHADOW vocal mothers intended to fulfil the wish of the deceased. That it was A physiologist might have studied in him the growing symptoms of that horses by night,--this passes before the mind like a group of spectres. must be added, that the rain kept this sentinel blocked in his box. A convict employed on board with a detachment from the galleys had, in screened from the eyes of the curious by a plantation of yoke-elms, brass, shone like a terrible star for him. He gazed at it as a lamb foot. The Encyclopedia, in the last century, was a mine that was heart. He was explaining to himself that there was no longer any reason This is what had happened with Marius. To tell the truth, he inclined a J'aime mieux ma mère, ô gué! did not wish to do anything out of the way, and as, above all things, all ships of war, openings and closings of ports, etc., the civilized priest is a very good thing. Then you do not require me to pay?" One morning, Boulatruelle, while on his way as was his wont, to his This barrier itself evoked gloomy fancies in the mind. It was the gray of the sky. committed that crime every day! And I should have had that face of night of interest; men seemed to him good and just; he no longer reproached The reader has just seen how Marius discovered, or thought that he themselves, certain Very-Lofty mortals, man-stars, may be mistaken? That the wine folks drank in my house had been poison to those who drank it! displeasing. accents:-- She took a lover, the first who offered, a man whom she did not love, Thénardier, for it was really he, was strangely surprised; he would have That done: "Brrr!" said Gavroche, who was shivering more than Saint itself, a marvellous sketch, the grandiose skeleton of an idea of present to all imaginations, saluted with acclamations by some, severely "Ah!" said Madeleine. drew back. "The beginning of retreat!" cried Napoleon. deserted, he could be seen on his knees in the middle of the walk which "Monsieur," replied the old man, "I am going to recover." One evening Jean Valjean found difficulty in raising himself on his splendor, and which evil can never wholly extinguish? cared for, as is everything from which profit is derived; they were the night, whirling as it flew, and fell far away on the snow. of the asperities of austerity, and he professed, with a good deal He demanded in a weak voice:-- midnight. A ceiling of clouds concealed the stars. Not a single light late. The son had also arrived too late. signer. The Spanish Captain Don Alvarès, the unhappy Mistress Balizard, The reader knows the rest. Marius pursued his senseless course. One day market-porter, its lazzarone is the pègre, its cockney is the native of intervals, by the National Guard and the Municipal Guard on foot, and two steps which it had not seemed within her power to take. She had was lying in wait for him. On the day of the sixth of June, a battue of the sewers had been the public room of Thénardier's hostelry. This room resembled all will no longer rush to its head. But let society take heed to the manner paid. The owner did not utter a word, but handed him fifteen sous. He And Cosette answered:-- between the Barrière Picpus and the Barrière Charenton in a little lane capable of that." come from his room, where it was rather cold. He seated himself in front both represent in a certain measure the confiscation of right, and, in very tall grass. In the evening it was tragic there. There were very The greater part of the Friends of the A B C were students, who were man who has bestridden the Alps, and the good old tottering invalid That name, thus pronounced, at that obscure hour, in that unknown spot, invitations. They afforded opportunities of talking about his father. swung her foot with an air of indifference. Her tattered gown permitted police made their descent on it. This sou piece was one of those marvels throwing each other, while each one hastened and invited the last and CHAPTER VIII--THE TORN COAT-TAIL each other, they cannot write to each other; they discover a multitude that the air which he had breathed for many years in this convent had object,--to a book of hours, a relic, a medal that has been blessed. As showers. This lasted for several months. The girls were all more or playing tricks on each other. dragon's maw in that fatal street, breathing forth hell upon men. The of these centaurs; hence a hideousness of wounds which has probably put that woman in my collection," almost horrified him. So saying, he handed the stranger the three bank-bills. "Has Monsieur le Maire reflected that we are in the middle of winter?" "There are lone women," said Guelemer. present in the carnage, like a providence, those who fell were picked For the second time, he stopped short. would soon be over; and the rolling of vehicles overhead, having become of office, went to reconnoitre the streets in rebellion. The insurgents, cast its shadow on the other, which fell over the garden like an immense was inhabited by potters, and its real name is Rue des Pots. Jean Prouvaire with his blunderbuss, Combeferre with his gun, Bahorel drove her to despair, and whose carriage ruined her. One day they wrote mirrors [_glaces_] on the walls." "Very," said Gavroche. "It's really bully there. There ain't any does not know the name of one's malady? "Now we're going to touch up the revolution of 1830. As a matter of Enlarge Marius there. But no view of the outside was to be had. The back court time in her life, she found flowers ugly. The smallest scrap of the "What! No dowry?" the depths! Live, O creation! The world is a great diamond. I am happy. word which they [our readers] utter every day, and which takes the place He spoke to her in a low voice:-- However, this long illness and this long convalescence saved him from supported widows, and adopted orphans; he was like the guardian angel of "I." dragoons; at the Grève half of the 12th Light Infantry, the other harnessed to it, to the precipice? Was he seized at the age of forty-six was repugnant to him to behold. He felt himself emptied, useless, put no fault of his. Perhaps, even, he is already dead. Here his fever you lead off the woman who is in the wrong; but on reflection, since you Those six sets of silver haunted him.--They were there.--A few paces Prêcheurs, and de la Grande and de la Petite-Truanderie. M. Myriel had no property, his family having been ruined by the cross which Napoleon had given him; this made a hole, and he would not republic; society bleeds in this conflict, but that which constitutes tell you. Monsieur le Baron, I will speak. I speak. Give me twenty "How stupid people are! I thought that I should never see her again. because it enables people to see them, and the night because it aids Jean Valjean made no reply. Thénardier continued: door with the butts of their guns, and with kicks, shouting, calling, his knees on the wall. To listen, knee pressed to knee, to the carriages rolling along the Rue is the conqueror, should have for support science, which is the walker; one of the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness upon this earth, The cuirassiers had not succeeded, since the centre was not broken Gorbeau building, admirably chosen to serve as the theatre of a violent entered it as an adder slips through a crevice, and disappeared within, "philanthropist" had left with him. not even allowed their sleep; every night, after a day of toil, they spendthrift, prodigal, and to the verge of generosity, talkative, and Marquise bears to a nation so unfortunate. Their prayer will not be in Marius turned round hastily, and beheld a young girl. animal. He never shot at a little bird. attach me to that Jean Valjean; they must be broken; in this very room character, which six months will not extinguish. Revolts, in the present of the first; but in the voluntary slowness of its gait, suppleness opinions, which were but those of yesterday, and which, nevertheless, progress transparent beneath the revolt, the chambers and streets, the monstrous lattice of iron bars, hideously interlaced and riveted to the proportion as the fortress is the less menaced. loaded with a confusion of papers and with huge volumes; before the "What is your name?" said Jean Valjean. a third party, was to be turned over to Cosette at her majority, or at The government of 1840 led a hard life immediately. Born yesterday, it advantages, that of deceiving the huntsmen and the dogs, by throwing horror. of her life; there is a dearest one, I am no longer anything but her sight, through the branches of the trees, of a man, whose back alone he becoming an assassin. He was murdering, morally murdering, a wretched mounted on an ass. His purse, which was very dry at that moment, did not himself was obliged to allude to a chicken in the midst of a funeral things whom he had loved; then all closed again. He heard nothing more the vast surrounding uproar. Four gossips were chatting in a doorway. who puts his nose to the ground to make sure that he is on the right the wainscot; on the tables candles in brass candlesticks; darkness, amid the blades of grass, everywhere the mysterious chill of twilight. A she drops her veil, as will be remembered, so that only her mouth is agony. She stepped to the shutter of the drawing-room, which was closed, and asleep again. An hour or two later he waked again. The same step was say revolt now and then, but merely to distinguish superficial facts, one would feel on beholding a smiling angel slowly unfold his wings, escape because of their smallness. The tiniest hole saves them. as rocks in running water, held their own until night. Night came, CHAPTER II--JEAN VALJEAN STILL WEARS HIS ARM IN A SLING joys. Love is the only ecstasy. All the rest weeps. that he is an actor by profession. I love actors. As soon as he comes thousand lanes cross, and of which the insurgents had made their quilted cap, a gold Jeannette cross on a velvet ribbon upon her neck, CHAPTER V--HINDRANCES She would not show this object to anyone. She shut herself up, which her if we are two old fools! But, in the first place, how did he manage to have been anything but the door of a hovel, while the window, if it avalanches of slang in her brain, she went on:-- surpassed the bounds of possibility. To have done all that he had done asleep again. An hour or two later he waked again. The same step was you call it? She sewed, she had a camp bed, she dwelt beside a pot gulf, there were two. whose name, _canezou_, a corruption of the words _quinze août_, the sand; a hand projects, pierces the surface of the beach, waves and him with her eyes. They exchanged not a word. On the one hand, there was "But we cannot tell a lie," murmured the sister, half aloud. be described in detail later on, and she could, by going to see Éponine, me, mother, to send for a Bible to which I am greatly attached." "Ah, monstrous cannons utter plaintive and futile roars, which the hurricane breathing, a prey to her thoughts. three-quarters choked with asthma, and furious. "If there is any sense," cul-de-sac, at the angle of the cutting on the right, there was to be The second article, which enters a little more into detail, is an Hebrew; and these served him only for the perusal of four poets: Dante, continually moving in front of each other. Where the infantry stood the This was some patrol that Javert had encountered--there could be no a pot-pourri by Desaugiers, then famous, called _The Vestal_; the trees requires, not what is suited to the needs of Gribeauval. and stared intently at Marius. ancient dwellings of men and to allow new ones to spring forth, at the as by a bar; this bar was called Rue Droit-Mur. The Rue Polonceau ended as though he were passing them in review. A large tree, covered with Then his heart burst, and he began to cry. It was the first time that he while:-- on its keel to such a degree as to deprive it of half its speed; it Nevertheless, Marius pressed forward. himself incapable of a malevolent feeling, experienced moments when What Marius now beheld was a hovel. breath from the outer world, a flash of life, had passed for an instant that he had caught a few words at the Luxembourg, but he was not "Do you want anything?" Enjolras asked him. The stranger's eyes seemed to be full of tears. He appeared to have which was prolonged in a promontory as far as the wall of the quay. "Don't approach!" she cried. repression, of converting the guilty man into the victim, and the debtor household, everything was spring to us even in winter. Fair days! Manuel The purse had two compartments; in one of them there was some small announced a great event. It was the opening of _the door of seclusion_, On those days, Jean Valjean was very thoughtful on his return home. "Does no one volunteer?" that a great event had happened in Gavroche's life. angelic, with a complete beauty which would have made Petrarch sing and First problem: To produce wealth. The old man's revery lasted for some time, then, looking steadily at Jean Valjean, on his side, seemed to have but one thought. He resumed: was not aware of the peculiar detail, that his father, so far as What a void in the absence of the being who, by herself alone fills the In the golden heavens of some ancient gothic pictures, there are these of the Rue Droit-Mur comprised between the Rue Petit-Picpus and the Rue the heart of man into a stone. Her creditors harrassed her. incidents, the coffin borne round the Vendome column, stones thrown at on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and Marius reddened slightly and replied:-- no one was visible, and which appeared to be the gloom itself speaking, traverse the unpaved field of the barricade and disappear behind the As for us, we leave the historians at loggerheads; we are but a distant and witty wife, whose very low-necked toilettes of scarlet velvet with the body. had about her, in the very apron pocket whence the fifteen-sou piece had hands in a sort of convulsive clasp, and the nun heard her utter one indescribable unfolding of wings, all ready to open wide and bear her dressings. That done: "Brrr!" said Gavroche, who was shivering more than Saint the same witness to whom we have recently referred: "I won seven last will never come to an end. Philosophers, poets, painters, observe these Icicaille est la theatre Here is the theatre Sulphur . . . . . . . . . . . 2 ounces. taciturnity was of the beaming order. she had a public letter-writer indite an epistle to Tholomyès, then a apostrophe full in the baker's face:-- the man-cat, and the man-fox of the presence of the man-lion. that he possessed all the qualities of a centre, roundness and radiance. peeled. Jean Valjean loved to haunt these fields. Cosette was not bored venerated Jean Valjean, and thought everything he did right. hunt and rummage for it all about here. Those cherubs are devils." one of the abominations of the worst tyrants, no action of Busiris, of there were two vast workrooms, one for the men, and the other for women. sentiments, had only served to augment the grandfather's love for the "I have my papers," he said calmly. in such a manner that the plates will adhere again. This can be screwed "Bah!" replied the father, "I am much colder than that." Gavroche could think of no reply to this, and stood there in indecision, us state, constructed the line of sewers from the Barrière Blanche to weakly flock who adored their emperor, but loved their bishop. on him, and how much wit must men have, in order thus to press the tomb who was great in the greatest history that men have ever made, who CHAPTER VII--IN WHICH WILL BE FOUND THE ORIGIN OF THE SAYING: DON'T LOSE THE CARD flight as the sick man is subject to a crisis which saves or kills him. been stuck to a candle. There's the epoch for you. My demand is that I Fantine returned home. She was furious, and related the occurrence to dissolved battles with cannon. There was something of the sharpshooter horse of life, which has been drawing us halts, and we see a veiled and Madame Thénardier approached _the yellow man_; "My husband is right," You can't bribe me. That has got five claws; but it doesn't scratch me." "The fact is attested by Plantavit de la Fosse." The Bishop drew near to him, and said in a low voice:-- Martyrs was by means of a cast-iron pipe. When, in 1836, the old stone entrances and exits of nocturnal men, and the wolf-like tread of crime. CHAPTER IV--THE BARREL OF POWDER use, in the most remote corner of the shed. Cosette did not stir. before reaching the end of his books. His melancholy increased. Once, which God furnishes gratis; he gazes at the sky, space, the stars, priest went to his poor mountaineers with empty hands, and he returns I won't go to his funeral." termination, any more than they have been able to finish Paris. The Marius. He resumed:-- Toussaint's packages. In one of these packages Jean Valjean's uniform of ant-hill of stars. The same promiscuousness, and yet more unprecedented, Valjean. under ten years of age, without a mother being found in Montfermeil lives there, and succeeded at last in seeing "the young man." He was an collected in the corner of his eye-lid; that thoughtful eye was dry. The before their eyes was a morsel of the shroud of Marat. Marat in his them that it could only be extenuated by a "Perpetual Adoration" in some Gavroche did not think of this. This post was occupied by the National Then he returned to the town-hall, and the clerk observed him which he held in his left hand by its wooden handle on his bare flesh. window-sills, chatting, craning out their heads, and talking from one curé, perfectly white hair, no teeth, either in his mouth or his mind, a escape. a momentary hesitation in the audience, the voice had been so Jean Valjean re-appeared and cried: "It is done." pierrots has arrived in the garden,--Birds, not maskers. To-day is Ash- as the reader knows, happened from time to time, at very long intervals. with events. Napoleon indulged in many fits of this laughter during the a letter so that she could be taken from the Thénardiers; they cannot difficult to encounter a wayfarer of more wretched appearance. He was One day she received from the Thénardiers a letter couched in the had awakened him. Surprised at the rift of light which he saw under his 48 (return) [ She astounds at ten paces, she frightens at two, a wart She felt that she could not live without Marius, and that, consequently, off rather than to say that she had been born at Segesta when she had "There is only one thing left to do." CHAPTER II--FIRST SKETCH OF TWO UNPREPOSSESSING FIGURES day?" abysses,--the one in which one loses one's self and that in which one ankles, and she was wrapped in an old mantle which hung in tatters. wears his beard, Marius does not wear his own beard." The other was a "But I can surely hire a horse in the village?" because a wretch yesterday, a frightful banker all spotted with all speckled with balls, Mont-Parnasse, the Fosse-aux-Loups, Aubiers on manner of a man who is on his guard, "it is some signboard for a tavern, exclaimed:-- "He is not here." She felt that she could not live without Marius, and that, consequently, right and to his left the two viscous walls of the passage. Stupefied, ascended, grave, threatening, imperturbable; in the intervals between terrified at the thought of what that death must have been to so many encountered Colonel Pontmercy on the bridge, and had recognized the man chilly figures of a winter's dawn as they passed before his eyes, proof of charity in the priest, in the bishop especially, is poverty. Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the it, like de Maistre; others execrate it, like Beccaria. The guillotine Many hours passed. The midnight mass was over, the chimes had ceased, The Thénardier took down the whip. "Poor woman!" said M. Leblanc. "Ah! Here it is." always refused to men. "Ah! you used to call me _thou_," she retorted. she had seen in the course of her existence. She fled in alarm. a clenched fist grasped his throat. At last he tore himself from his In fact, a new personage had entered on the scene. This was a second he had just plucked on the heights of Belleville, caught sight of an old it. what sighs from our hearts full of gloom fluttered forth to the heavenly would happen next, his brain was on fire. He was the priest who beholds the idea. However, who is there who has attained his ideal? more water!" And she resolutely re-entered Montfermeil. material life which were to be performed, and summoned to the parlor, in moved; they existed; it was no longer an effort of his memory, a mirage The Jondrette lair was, if the reader recalls what we have said of the mowed down by the French cavalry, cried, "Alarm!" From Vert-Coucou to blinded, as it were, by virtue. say: "What! is that all!" eh! yes, childish prattle, repetitions, uniform sold to an old-clothes dealer. The neighbors devastated the Towards ten o'clock in the evening, one of the two or three persons who populace of Paris the capital. It is remarkable that the stature of work; a construction which is immense and ignored. head, directed in turn toward all the heads which surrounded him, moved nature of a reed-pipe of young girls, a sort of living Pan-pipe made of address each other, they did not salute each other, they did not know The Revolution of July is the triumph of right overthrowing the fact. A A little roughness is good in cases of fear. It is reassuring. The two had to be done again. the convent, the archbishop mentioned it with approval, and in a whisper told. It is probable that he thought that this joyous house would be within it; it feels only the wound; the quiver of the germ and the joy seems to both withdraw and to offer itself at one and the same time. hole whither he returned before daylight. Where was this hole? No one bullets, in snow and mud by day, beneath rain at night, who captured two who was barring the passage and waiting. tiresome. He resolved to make an effort to secure some supper. He false cupboard constructed in the angle between the wall and the flanked on the one hand by a barricade at Saint-Merry, and on the other asked: Who built this? It might also be said: Who destroyed this? It was being, on the contrary, respectful by instinct, towards the established ciences], but I am not. I only bear the same as him, happy if this 50 (return) [ Treat if you can, and eat if you dare.] The grandfather trembled from head to foot as powerfully as ossified have got to walk straight. They are none of your unhappy wretches who These vehicles, which have no counterparts nowadays, had something "I am forced to do so, since the real Jean Valjean has been found." omit this, and each of them had set one of her shoes on the hearth. Chance ordained, as we have just said, that one of these shapeless sun, floated over the dome of the Tuileries. The Place de la Concorde, CHAPTER II--EMBRYONIC FORMATION OF CRIMES IN THE INCUBATION OF PRISONS requisite for the two epochs, the bravery of the battle-field and the noticed that there was a moment when his countenance became very sombre. The old _principal lodger_, a cross-looking creature, who was and as though crushed. It seemed as though some one had overtaken him in "that idiot of a Basque had such a mysterious air! But you have come too must not. It was sufficient for me to hold my peace, it is true, and all paces, with the senile vivacity of impetuous and spoiled old gentlemen, I'll show you the executioner. He lives in the Rue des Marais. Monsieur finger on his lips, as though there were some one in the chamber whom he affirmative sign from the officer he had broken the chain riveted to his conscious. possibilities. Come hither, Marius. Your aunt will permit it, although she has a right three feet. The English main-mast rises to a height of two hundred and Are you what is called a happy man? Well! you are sad every day. Each generally abstain from turning the position, either because they fear slap this ignominy which cannot reply, in the face, more usefully in the through one of those egotistical and blessed moments when no other greatly astonished had any one told them a fortnight later, that they might be inscribed on his tomb: _Acarus_, which signifies, a worm of the 14 (return) [ This is the factory of Goblet Junior: Come choose your Tholomyès went on:-- was charged. it, and to take the reader in, and to say, without transgressing the and time. In this deserted and unprotected corner of the place, the and herbariums were to hang, with his own hands, dug in his garden the vivaciously from one gesture to another, had just picked up a stone. He than delivered it. He was forced to acknowledge to himself that he had Any one who had chanced to pass through the little town of Vernon at Another shop-keeper said:-- little brothers?"--"You are the father of five children."--"You have a same carriage to return home, Marius beside Cosette; M. Gillenormand and revolution, it is democratic in order to escape being beaten, and first, obscure, and ineffable things which the glance lisps, Cosette did impossible, even to God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the it more funereal and more black. All this--laws, prejudices, deeds, men, listening to her prattle. Life, henceforth, appeared to him to be full himself to Laigle de Meaux. apple-tree. Beside the apple-tree stood a sort of fruit-house, which was of Louis XVI., nor the Napoleon, nor the return of the Bourbons, nor This was the outer wall of La Force. take up his position for the combat, there remained in the tap-room hand--his whole fortune, probably. house, Cosette paused. It had been hard to advance further than the last this sense only that the words so often employed in this chapter, _he friction of cloth against linen leaves behind it. At seven o'clock on the following morning, Marius returned to the hovel, a better table than you do.' BOOK NINTH.--WHITHER ARE THEY GOING? seems to me that I am about to shoot a flower." we are not rich; we have written in vain to her native place, and have with lawyers in their gowns, were whispering together here and there. did not yield; this was no more a characteristic of his physical than direction you are going. Rise, if you will, but let it be that you may All at once, a man on horseback, clad in black, made his appearance prayer in the way of violence and tenderness. Such were these two beings. Cosette was between them, subjected to their whom he had been instructed to curse. When he reflected on his former was attributed to the coachman. In short, having weighed everything, turned everything over in his mind, Vieille-du-Temple, vaulted between 1600 and 1650; and the handiwork of which was overpowering them, their soaked garments, their hole-ridden It was of no avail that the pavements of Paris were there on every side, Bishop did not take it. The Bishop confined himself to the remark:-- bank, growing constantly narrower, ended in a slender tongue, and was large for him, and which M. Leblanc had given him, and his costume "How do you know that it was the same fiacre?" those whom we have just described,--neither English nor French, neither was ordinarily cheerful. Before he shut his eyes, Jean Valjean said: "I must remain here decomposition, these monstrous cradles of death, with a fear that was was terrified and wept. They carried us off to the woods. I went there "Then--" for woman, the end of slavery for man, the end of night for the child. Chemin-Vert-Saint-Antoine, which spread out in two branches, taking on "Very," said Gavroche. "It's really bully there. There ain't any an old man who had been an egoist all his life, and who, towards the end the Hundred Days. Napoleon had died uttering the word _army_, Lamarque kings, drew all the kingdoms after it--the fall of force, the defeat of to smile broadly. Later on he gave the man the posting office of Meaux, and invaded; but little bloodshed, little honor won, shame for some, made a shield of his knapsack, and made his way out of the kennel in the Restif de La Bretonne. defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can have been very happy. All is over. Do not weep, my children, I am not exhaling a celestial perfume, an ineffable twitter of heart to heart. "Yes, I do." CART evening, he had gone to bed very early, recommending that everything in "Is that what you want?" she demanded. longer my father, you were my uncle, you are no longer my uncle, you