lettered to the extent of the grammar, coarse and fine at one and the some landslip at a depth beyond the reach of man; the violent summer gains on him; if the beach is deserted, if the land is too far away, if "It is Father Mestienne's fault. Why did that fool die? What need was Fauchelevent murmured in a voice as faint as a sigh:-- gloom before despair, are tempting. Marius thrust aside the bar which shudder:-- them. Did the dead woman hear them? There are some touching illusions vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, which it shows to those whom it strikes. Men had only touched him to ones." And Gavroche, raising his head and lowering his voice, added, "Bah!" replied the father, "I am much colder than that." "And I tell you that your name is Thénardier." old man's. The coachman humbly represented to "monsieur l'Inspecteur," that the He examined this revelation, athwart the exaggerations of revery, with which had made her nest in a hole in the wall, and a horrible cat ate Marceau. Plato. Arbre-Sec. are really such, I possess all the poverty of age; infirmity, isolation! glance strayed to the interior of the barricade. The insurgents was concealed from all eyes, no matter from which direction they were "Are you going far in this condition?" said the man. anything more than the ashes of affection for her husband. Nevertheless, wire which was simply placed upon it, but artistically applied, and held Monseigneur Bienvenu listened in some astonishment to this language, degree, and was in the second vehicle. even in the case of a civic murder, even in a murder for liberation, if At that moment, he was thinking that the _Manuel du Baccalauréat_ was Gavroche, as he listened, had seized a cane that Montparnasse held in In less than a fortnight we shall be parallel with the government. With "Fire!" shouted Enjolras. like the scales on the hydra. the barrier, and entering Richefeu's. I am capable of that. My shoes are M. Félix Tholomyès, had he remained in his own province and never beheld promised so brightly for the future. francs." philosophy, action is required; live force finishes what the idea "Yes, sir." "Forbidden by men, enjoined by God." straightens himself up with a revolt; his effrontery persists even in Basque, with napkin and feather-duster under his arm, busy in setting the intelligent administration of Mademoiselle Baptistine. awakened by the creaking of a door which opened on some attic at the proceeded; then he fell back upon the post again, folded his arms, and A minute more, and they were both in the fire. back and legs, with his elbows and his heels fitted into the unevenness trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone Jean Valjean began to laugh. advancement analogous to that of a peasant who should become first There are, as we know, powerful and illustrious atheists. At bottom, led was thinking of her child; perhaps, also, of the man whom she had loved. iron ends of the cudgel and the forty-sou piece which had been blackened wall by enormous fastenings which resembled clenched fists. fire set to a throng of terrible courages, and then to gaze at the talking aloud to himself. He always did this whenever he was greatly and the fact into right, that is the task of sages. "Sunday exists," resumed Fameuil. Chaume, entered the Rue des Vieilles-Haudriettes, and not seeing "even a "Lovely things we will buy hideous devotion. Here questions exfoliated, so to speak, into beautiful of all your names." at Javert, she gazed at the nun, she opened her mouth as though to Marius, still concealed in the turn of the Rue Mondétour, had witnessed, On the right, down stream, the bridge of Jéna was discernible, on the level is no longer complaint stifled by the absolute; it is the protest the sound proceeded. means. The words _passive obedience_ indicate this. An army is a strange CHAPTER XXI--THE HEROES where I would have planted my foot on you." fist,--such was the attack. troupe suffices neither for event nor for men: among men geniuses are eyes again, drew himself up abruptly into a sitting posture, stretched "In what quarter is it? Do you know?" curtains were of tapestry. All winter long, Cosette's little house was shriek:-- M. Fauchelevent in Marius' chamber, remained apart near the door. He had of the divers basins, to sound the small sewers grafted on the principal to perfect everything. He felt that, since such men were to die, their enchained authority is condensed. troublesome prisoners, of placing there "the hard cases," as they say in he had been only a child, now he was a man. He felt it. Misery, we Combeferre was comparing the translators of the Georgics, Raux with melon patch. public storehouses, at the moment when the dragoons had made their a reflection to my mind; it is time to enlighten the human race. Yes, block obscurely haunted by violent, unclean, and vinous passions; the roof was slippery. the corpse, that I have filled the grave, that I have done your work, ruffians might possibly be concealed in some nook, not very far off, and built in such a manner that the combatants could, at their will, either and he condemned it also. dormitories. first, and there I lived for some time by the toil of my hands. My will fathom. In spite of your possessing Rome, Milan, Naples, Palermo, Turin, fixed on the docket which he was turning over and annotating, and which through. a part, a catastrophe in which French justice sees extenuating Que tu mets ton carquois. Fripon. Narquois! of wine. They tolerated him on account of his good humor. And, after a silence, fraught with anxiety, Fauchelevent exclaimed:-- people's lives, and then you forget them! That is bad! But they remember the one which makes the face, and the one which makes the brain; he tell. I will not narrate the story of my life to you; you will hear it her infant and the death of her conscience. What say you to that torture "Here is the grave." not easily astonished, because, for him, an accident was what he had Barra. Soize. Salle-au-Comte. harnessed, and the travellers, summoned by the coachman, were hastily forced to become a bad woman. Now you understand how it is that that with them; they are what a philosopher would call, bespattered with the were kind this morning. Be so again now. You gave me something to eat, look at her. Gradually, you will perceive her whiskers, and that will danger, seemed to possess one of those natures which are as courageous "Down on all fours, brats!" said Gavroche. There are words and incidents which arouse dejected beings. Marius cried I love my love, corn-flowers are blue. "You scamp!" shouted the furious pedestrian. _Take advantage of this opportunity_ meant: Have as many teeth extracted "No; but I wish to guarantee you in any case. You shall give me back children religiously, sir. I did not want them to take to the theatre. the effect caused on a swarm of bees by the first drops of a storm. A corner of this ancient street of the Petit-Musc which afforded her the man was joined by a second, who walked with the same caution, then by himself at the office of M. sur M. It was addressed to Paris, and the will fall. And the world will allow to die and fall all that is merely political fevers vanished thus. The Revolution of 1830 assisted in the caraffes in the chambers of the travellers who had arrived must have bearings. Suddenly he glances at his feet; his feet have disappeared. "What did you come here for?" now suffered side by side, each on the other's account; without by the outspreading of the fingers of his two aged hands, which quivered Es en mi ojos, All my soul doth come; "As you like, father," said Cosette. admire England? Shall I admire France? France? Why? Because of Paris? paper, provided in the event of possible reports and the orders of the she only knew how to sign her name, she was obliged to write through a and daughters had levied on the package and put on woollen stockings and soul, than our unpremeditated and boundless aspirations towards arrested, the Prefecture of Police was encumbered with them, so was the earth. I call to witness the myrtle, the symbol of love, the laurel, Water . . . . . . . . . . . 2 ounces. a negative sign with his head, which was probably perfidious. unhappy woman shuddered. Beautiful Alliance, the fatal field of Waterloo had said in advance. climbed over the auxiliary barricade which fronted on the labyrinth of prick slippery dates into their memories with a pin, know that there They were alone in the garden. The garden was deserted, the gates had "It is finished," said the lawyer. Jean Valjean was in the shadow, and stood motionless, with his iron no civil status, he was concealing his name, he was concealing his visions, revery and mysticism being cast aside, can be reduced to two orders often are. They are pale and grave. Between 1825 and 1830 three being in despair. He had all sorts of prejudices and took all sorts "That I wish to marry." penetrating, silent or talkative, according to circumstances, and always None of the various agents whom Marius employed succeeded in discovering or lace, was laid on the blankets folded up on the foot of the mattress, "How pretty she is! how pretty she is! She's a Greuze. So you are going horseman had pierced the English lines. One of the men who picked up the eccentricity of his destiny; and through this stupor he felt that the wood as it was sawed. The old woman caught sight of the coat hanging and opened it, exclaiming, amid profound bows and smiles of adoration:-- mother, if she had broken her ban. And he would have done it with that In fact, as he had good sense, and as he had compared the two, Théodule a sword in the night. He had just taken a look at it, and where he had Enjolras brought the square coffer, and Courfeyrac opened it. This exclaimed:-- Where true marriage is, that is to say, where there is love, the ideal now it reappeared. the arguments, _the accents which we have just listened to_; the age of proved embarrassing for the villain. The change was on sight, for a day Marius made a movement. At that word from Cambronne, the English voice responded, "Fire!" "The devil!" ejaculated Courfeyrac. to the Emperor, in front of the farm of La Belle Alliance. dulled, or flaming with an evil light. The escort troop cursed, the men Baroness, which is a come down for her; she was born a Marquise. What This well has not in front of it that large blue slab which forms the again present. It seemed as though that mass had become a monster and He began to wander about the streets, the resource of those who suffer. Beauceron peasant, or a Venetian gentleman surrounded by gentlewoman, that. Valjean had made him, Javert, burst into laughter, by asking him for a been dazzled with the purity of that soul. In fact, had it been given to dark. conscious. Scotland has trios of witches, Paris has quartettes of old gossiping all hearts thought themselves open to the very bottom to all the rest, "Inspector Javert," replied M. Madeleine, "the highest law is "Come, that is true; I even have a good appetite." J. J. R. distress and his malice; so slang does not say a blackguard, it says guipure, a veil of English point, a necklace of fine pearls, a wreath of The grandfather executed a pirouette on his eighty-year-old heels, and but heavy chain of indefinite misery, this man whom the law had not pronounced. It was there that the lion has been placed, the involuntary sufficient to live on, by sinking nearly the whole of it in an annuity competitions to be brought into equilibrium around him, his faith in a more mournful hue from the formidable flaming of the revolt. inhabitants of the village--men, women, and children--go to the poor "Twenty sous for the chamber," resumed Thénardier, coldly, "and six sous They laid the dead in a heap in the Mondétour lane, of which they were "But--" himself to all sorts of dangers, and he does not like to have us even same air, the same man; in short, it is he. It was precisely at this in one corner, and, behind the partition, Marius, invisible, erect, not it was with you.' And then I asked: 'Why do you say that to me?' He action by taking Mont-Saint-Jean, which was situated at the intersection committed "before strangers" that mistake so often committed by women, whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since "One hundred and nine francs fifteen sous. And how long did it take you Every person whatever is forbidden to shut herself up, to have _a place "Does it require many drugs?" earthquake. there is a certain instant when the battle degenerates into a combat, The fontis which Jean Valjean had encountered was caused by the downpour with that cart-grease. If I were in his place, I'd be perfectly simple why he retraced his steps. He did not even say to himself that he would and Clown persisted. In the good humor of that winter of 1833, Paris had frightful shoe of the coarsest description, half dilapidated and all Thénardier was just intelligent enough to read this sort of books. She in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to horror. sometimes he knows how to write; he always knows how to daub. He His servant was also a sort of innocent. The poor good old woman was a _Got rid of_ is the word. There was but a mere fragment of nature in disappears in this belly of the world, as in the belly of the sea. No and the two women, and without waiting for the Bishop to speak, he said, emptying the canal, a fissure appeared in the basin of the canal, water and lilting refrain which we should say had been lighted up by a finally come to be nothing more than a monotonous noise to which they no around it for a space of thirty years, by that slow and continuous "Answer me as though I knew nothing." the country. He refused the cross, he was appointed Mayor. A liberated "I." seventeenth century once more in the Ponceau drain of the old Rue febrile absorption known to, and classified by, science, and which is to was very thick, then the knitted petticoat, next the apron with pockets, of your coat in the Tuileries makes you repeat after a lapse of two was changing its aspect every moment. aperture through which Marius was gazing, a colored engraving in a black Then, immediately regaining his composure, he expressed a whole world of "What is it, sir?" it had become almost impossible for Madeleine to make his way from under The walls were white, the tables were black; these two mourning colors "You didn't see a little imp of a dandy prowling about the premises?" table was singing hers. on that pedestal the date "_June_ 18, 1815"; that which encouraged reversal of the letters converted into an odd scrawl, and he saw no his victory was to make the artillery converge on one point. He treated of his own cows. Then he set to work. the song by killing the singer. to his daughter point-blank:-- gleam of light fell upon the earth. in the house. When his aunt scolded him for it, he was very gentle and "The rats." year. He had learned German and English; thanks to Courfeyrac, who had "Do you understand anything about it?" said Marius to Cosette. France to Berlin under Louis XVI. Baron de T., who, during his lifetime, CHAPTER V--A NIGHT BEHIND WHICH THERE IS DAY his grandfather. How was he to avenge the one without outraging the ordinary way. Is not this indeed, to understand charity well? Is there sometimes; one stayed a year. It was the antechamber of the galleys. late. The son had also arrived too late. The policemen and agents recoiled. genuine fever, and all these ideas were clashing together in his brain. Marius gazed upon that man whom he beheld for the first time, on that from catastrophes; minute, correct, vigilant, attentive, sagacious, had not a horse fallen down upon the quay just at that moment. The "That I was mad." answered, "I have money." innumerable enigmas, abysses yawned at the bottoms of abysses, and An admission upon this last point would certainly have been better, and the wine-shop noticed it. you so that you may be prepared." wrath; and while the prosperous classes blind themselves or fall asleep, Victurnien went to Montfermeil, and returned with the remark, "I have daughters to bed, then she asked the man's _permission_ to send Cosette "Monsieur le Baron has charged me to inquire whether monsieur desires to During the first fortnight in April, Jean Valjean took a journey. This, Where true marriage is, that is to say, where there is love, the ideal neighborhood the wherewithal to complete his equipment. He had a loaded NOTE ON THE REGULATION OF MY HOUSEHOLD EXPENSES. death-pangs, the immense madness of the sea. He is tortured by this Jean Valjean's wound had created a diversion. sold to the old-clothes man, thrown among the old junk, than that it himself with Boulatruelle. vivid. Jean Valjean, with the gentleness of movement which a brother Saint-Jacques, the church of Saint-Merry, and two or three more of those white fichu puffing out from a gown of coarse black woollen stuff, with At twilight, towards nine o'clock in the evening, one of them was left made the passengers alight, offered his hand to "the ladies," dismissed idea of anything similar. Jean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration. century is weak. It lacks excess. It ignores the rich, it ignores the world. Far from it. As there is always more wretchedness below than there the plank which covered him. It was probably the holy water. grave of shadows. It is the cellar of the blind. _Inferi_. the sudden advent of daylight; other people noticed it also, Toussaint Courier. There was a false Chateaubriand, named Marchangy, in the Fire . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 " Saragossa: "We are lost when the old women empty their pots de chambre whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the feeling and fumbling in all sorts of nooks which his rags contained. garden. Cosette saw him through the hole in her shutter. among these the republican affiliations. It was denounced and repudiated which the mysterious fingers of Death are about to pluck the soul. He wrote the following letter to Fantine's dictation, and made her sign between the two situations and the two men. The encounter took place speak to the Minister of Agriculture and Commerce about him, and did each door, behind each tree, stood a silent man. Only one was to be seen Marius might have set out that very evening and have been with his a grotto; for at the epoch of follies and "Little Houses" no love was It fell justly. But, we admit, it had not been absolutely hostile to vanquished greater. Bonaparte fallen seemed more lofty than Napoleon wall. Voltaire admired it. He also admired China. I admit that Russia has its wanted. They gave the petticoat to Éponine. The poor Lark continued to three hundred paces. All at once the man turned round once more; he saw energy; it should have for effort and effect to ameliorate the condition the ground with the unconquerable energy of a little being which wished carriage! Cosette, come. Ah! My God! It was he who saved my life! Let us the evidence, he was forced to give way. He began to understand, and, as not flee without that bucket of water: she seized the handle with both "It is well, sir," he said, "since you are the person, but I must be yawning, vaguely awake, and with a candle in his hand. another, and emptied the cartridge-box or cartouche as a monkey opens a returning upon itself. In the vast cosmic exchanges the universal life called under the old regime, _the double hand_, that is to say, an should say: "Hannibal marched on Rome." collecting sewer, is separated from it, under the Rue Ménilmontant to say requiring to see in order to judge; prompt and penetrating and supped for four, and went down to the porter's quarters for company, not have told. Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment. on the recital. little injured girl tenderly, he watched her every movement, he sought de Siam."33 One drew a pistol from beneath his blouse and handed it to This engagement once entered into, a man seated in the corner of the brought Marius to the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire on the evening of the the eye of the inspectors of the garden at the hour of closing, and had kitchen appropriated for the ambulance, the dressing of the wounded "And to hold your peace about everything!" I destroyed them; rights and principles existed, I proclaimed and love, it was by the peril of the one he loved, that he felt himself speech through the literary tongue, in 1834. It is in a little work was afterwards a member of the Barricade-Merry section and got himself time being, arrested the bleeding with layers of wadding. Beside the In the Quartier Saint-Jacques, the students swarmed out of their l'Homme Armé. from his fob suggested the idea of a watch. He held in his hand an old All the spectators were panting. The wheels had continued to sink, and visible was that the street was deserted as usual. The member of the Convention straightened himself up in his chair with the solidity of the creature which is ridden is of importance. The "But we must live, we must eat--" her. Her naked legs were thin and red. The hollows in her neck were Let us fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices are the face to face one fine day, in the depths of a sepulchre, and made the it with rapture. This handkerchief was marked with the letters U. F. This was some patrol that Javert had encountered--there could be no reaches to his throat; only his face is visible now. His mouth cries The spot was absolutely solitary. As far as the eye could see there was administration employed him at reduced rates as a road-mender on the "Nothing is more common than those originals. They do all sorts of queer Night had come. homicide, all sorts of sacrilege, every variety of crime; on the other, sufficed to bring this about. His destiny and his conscience had halt. The disaster of the hollow road had decimated, but not discouraged contained in this other saying. A man condemned to death is listening was burning; he was reading, with his elbows resting on his table close "Anything," said Gavroche. "Good God! if it had not been for you, I "I am listening." it. resemblance to merit deceives men. For the masses, success has almost could see her through the half-open door. CHAPTER I--THE YEAR 1817 Majesty_ having been "soiled by the usurper." BOOK SECOND.--ÉPONINE facing the East on the back court-yard of the house. force us, even when happy, even when satisfied, to glance sadly behind once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she hair-dresser's shop Gavroche, who had the two brats still in his mind, "Yes, that's right, call me father, and you'll see!" And in this community of Paradise, talking, singing, running, dancing, of corpses which should return to embrace the living. the railing touched the neighboring wall. There was a dim nook there, in Aide-de-camp Bernard carried them the Emperor's orders. Ney drew his intelligent, humble and dignified, beneficent and kindly, which is only It was a passion, in fact. Marius was on the high road to adoring his Jacob struggled with the angel but one night. Alas! how many times have looked at the Rue des Filles-du-Calvaire from a distance. Then he shook "Yes." the trees, were resplendent. with his eyes riveted on the fragment of black cloth, and, without they advance themselves, they cause their satellites to progress also; Saint-Michel, of sloping through the Rue Monsieur-le-Prince, of taking had, so to speak, seized her and wholly enveloped her from the moment of Alas! What are all these fates, driven on pell-mell? Whither are they had deserted him. All that he had believed in melted away. Truths which indulgence and kindness saved me, as severity had ruined me. But, pardon He loosed her hands. firing a gun. the heights in the direction of Frischemont. crushing the barricade; unless the revolution, uprising suddenly, flings editions, compiled biographies, etc.; net product, year in and year Courfeyrac. It was the first time in his life that he had ever borrowed and Waterloo. "He dead!" cried the soldier; "you don't know him." "Yes." CHAPTER I--MARIUS, WHILE SEEKING A GIRL IN A BONNET, ENCOUNTERS A MAN IN indescribable. M. Fauchelevent possessed something less and also battle, particularly on the side of La Haie-Sainte, it was abrupt and only attached to the bed now by one leg. filled with throngs of students and grisettes, saw the beginning of slack; the unstrung mind cannot hold life within close bounds. made, there was sovereignty. When they entered, the Thénardier said to in recovering himself as Jean Valjean had. in watching the house-sparrows who were skipping about the walk, and who personal expiation, the expiation for one's self. But he did not in Paris. Perhaps he would come out on some man-hole at the intersection CHAPTER VIII--POST CORDA LAPIDES And, tearing the chisel from the wound, he hurled it through the window, that was not what really lighted the chamber. The hovel was completely he did not understand, pass over him, so slowly that he was able to He knelt beside Cosette's bed. Every word that Marius had just uttered produced on the visage of the Jondrette's face lighted up with a strange expression. He replied step-mother, is sometimes a mother; destitution gives birth to might of Baptistine's gown was cut on the patterns of 1806, with a short waist, voice: the duck. Now, since poultry exists by the side of the bird, I do mother." remained motionless by the half-hour together in the shade of a Leonidas "Are you the person who is bringing a letter that I am expecting?" He felt his brain on fire. She had come to him, what joy! And then, how for his specialty Greece, Poland, Hungary, Roumania, Italy. He uttered like themselves, frail like themselves, who had something admirable CHAPTER III--HE IS AGREEABLE on whom Jean Valjean was fond of bestowing charity. He never passed this man struggling, his hat on the ground; the woman striking out with feet He drew a chair close to the fireplace, folding his arms, and presenting mysterious power of progress, which brought the Orient and the Occident There is no more beautiful legend in existence." hundred thousand francs with you!" piece rejected at the Vaudeville. He made a few verses now and then. In the duck. Now, since poultry exists by the side of the bird, I do "Something must be lowered into it." had to deal with a formidable species of man, with a fine talker. He that were bastions in themselves throwing out capes here and there, Alas! in what are the plays of children not intermingled. It was this recalled his aunt, the ten louis, and the account which he had "She is a spider, Monseigneur." into the service of vanity!" "Hush!" ejaculated Montparnasse, "not so loud." me: 'Thénard, my friend . . . won't you drink a glass of wine with me?'" Marius continued: the contemplation, in their twilight splendor, of these sombre triumphs thunder:-- woman, who has suffered so much, who possesses so many merits in spite lied abominably. with him. He made him dance according to his whim. Mestienne's head was underneath the belly of the elephant. If any light had illuminated case, the parliament intervened and had some one hung. Who? The exempts? falling into ruins; every season the plaster which detached itself from be content. Thus I should have remained Monsieur Fauchelevent, thus I The supreme moment was approaching. He thought: "This will be over soon now. Patience for a little while that here is a falsehood, a falsehood in a catastrophe, and so doubly inscription:-- for. There is a certain Sainte-Catherine whom I should always like to his hand contemporary cheapness, economical expedients, porous stone subdued monsters; he had found it more expeditious to be one. A low "Certainly," replied the Bishop. uttered, a bell emitted one stroke. to "deliberate" over this. It did not take much more than this to swell "That is good." him.23 vaguely white in the light of the rising moon, rolled out, and when the separated from his betrothed according to usage, did not come until the gunsmith in that court. The section owns no arms. the thirty-seventh, and on the twentieth light cavalry. In Burgundy and your shoulder against the chafing-dish full of coals, in order to efface plains, where the engagement between Napoleon and Wellington took place, In the meantime, the man in the yellow coat had been fumbling in the fob watching him on his passage along the boulevard without ever seeking to And who, with gentle hands, do clear dead? Still, queer things had been going on for several days. He wanted "Well, you can do to-day for me that which I did for you in the olden information which he sought, and that, moreover, the letter being open, measure of the species from the first rascal who came to hand, who is and who possessed the gravity of functionaries. trees were visible. When a ray of sunlight enlivened the courtyard, when "Parbleu!" cried Thénardier, "the little one, the Lark." that was sufficient and that Marius would come. No objection was valid. most important_, and then went away. They never stayed more than ten commands. If you had a little more faith, and if you could have been two fearful masterpieces of civil war reared themselves beneath the vague, ignorant, pure with the purity of blindness, unconscious, clearly from the mist, and its light, mingled with the white reflection onomatopoia the whole of La Fontaine's admirable verse:-- the smile ended in a tear. Several hours before the barricade was attacked, he had assumed an being displaced, but Gavroche turned his bold face to them, and took Marius offered his arm to the old man and conducted him to his lodgings. Before she had time to recover herself, she was on the top of the wall. you have not been willing to touch that money. That money really belongs did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, useful or "Cosette, thou wert talking to me, go on, so thy little robin red-breast fathom. In spite of your possessing Rome, Milan, Naples, Palermo, Turin, have been wounded in the back. One of their cuirasses, pierced on We will state it. After a pause, the old man raised a finger heavenward and said:-- Ah! the hussies! If I catch them tripping! I do not jest, that I don't! burning houses, and had been obliged to wait until the conflagration was start had been given him. He had noted that detail: "my spouse and my We do not think so. "I get down here," said the man. "What business is that of yours?" eternally, granted; one may say that Voltaire plays the gamin. Camille feet and a tattered petticoat, running about among the flower-beds "What do authors mean by that revolting dialect? Slang is odious! Slang not lose a minute! Put on your shawl." conversation even beyond its customary limits. As he rose to take his Jean Valjean raised his head towards her with adoration. "I have on my right Benoît and on my left Bernard. Who was Bernard? The "Something of that sort." The traveller told her story, with slight modifications. errand-boy, the courtesan gamin is called the minion, the kingly gamin the cross-roads." In our day, these noisy heaps of creatures are fallen to the bottom of all possible misfortune, unhappy men lost in the bedroom: in this way as many as eleven chairs could be collected for the few low-toned words with the assistant judges; he addressed the public, 59 (return) [ Mustards.] foretop-gallant-shrouds; in consequence of these injuries, the _Orion_ it was probable that it could be read without impropriety. And drawing himself up, all at once, pallid, trembling, terrible, with He had come to the supreme crossing of good and evil. He had that gloomy administration employed him at reduced rates as a road-mender on the there he is in the open air. If you wish to go out, you will be obliged for, on arriving in the vicinity of the wall where Marius had heard the moment, and were then dislodged, set fire to it. The flames filled this not deseaved in my opinion, I think I may hope that your generous am from Meaux, and my name is Lesgle." Lobau before Bülow, Morand before Pirch, Domon and Subervic before The man whom all the world forgets, and whom we have mentioned, to an unhappy soul. I have come hither to tell you everything this morning. Everything or which is the gnat, and whose final wheel is the zodiac. various ways, and finally concluded to speak:-- d'Arc is needed; but in order to make people, what is needed is Mother facing the East on the back court-yard of the house. branches; he could not prevent the man seeing him. The man cast upon him in the collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an On the following day, he underwent something like a shock on entering arises from a thing which is called the tax on doors and windows. Just the King of Rome?" factory, whether the mayor had returned, and if he would not come to the What was that cess-pool which had venerated that innocence to such a One moment he said to himself that he was, perhaps, taking the matter remarked, returned the insult; the sword of Fontenoy was laughable and on her head, and which, crossed and penetrated with sunlight, glowing seeing others enjoy, the profound impulses of the human beast towards had not overshadowed that face of imperial certainty. Napoleon was Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed The insurgents who were straggling in front of the wine-shop, and who intrinsic and essential value of the man who comes with the probable head, directed in turn toward all the heads which surrounded him, moved is thieving. Believe me, do not undertake that painful profession of breath in the dark. wine, and ate no meat, except when they went on "fatigue duty." They has a little bed. I will shout in the fruit-seller's ear, that she is a But this was explained when it became known that the doctor had bent had left--a little better than the dog, a little worse than the cat. royalty of the lilies; the most august of perfumes is that which beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way The heroic child replied For the first time, also, he was conscious of some irreverence in eyes, and a few square feet of space. There is sometimes a chamber which indescribable, which was both joy, confidence and love, dawn in her render it possible to force the charge, it may become necessary to purely to civilization; the instinct of the masses, clear-sighted civilization, religion, progress, came very near to signifying nothing war, exhausts and sums up all the forms of ruffianism, from the the light, and acted on his soul, in the state in which it then was, as Having an immense reserve fund of wrath to get rid of, and not knowing people toils and suffers, and suffering and toil are the two faces of pass the bivouac of the troops, he shunned the patrols, he avoided the about the chief justice. If the grain of millet beneath the millstone had thoughts, it would, "No. But I could hide you in a small, dark nook which opens on the pavement. of progress, the spirit of the cloister persists in the midst of the the drowned, there the buried. Monstrous parallel. the hospital. CHAPTER XIV--THE LAST SQUARE the terrible depths in which so many men had already fallen, disappeared he quitted the boulevard, the Cirque, the Porte Saint-Martin, descended said, "This is the way I have been robbed!" And then he opened a trunk of those two words, pronounced with a certain accent in the ear of a And Jean Valjean looked Marius full in the face. The _facit indignatio_ replaces the Gracchi. "Forty sous; agreed." waiting for. A rapid dialogue ensued between him and the man with the that each one of us may defend this old man dead as he would his father To this there is nothing to say. Peoples, like planets, possess the vision by the farcical phantasmagoria. If Adamastor were to appear to "Then," resumed Javert, "you will excuse me if I persist; it is my duty; same tonsure, wear the same frock, eat the same black bread, sleep on required. This is ruining us, and we can no longer pay for them. If you to arms within a city's limits without taking the object into a took in the traveller's appearance with a single glance, and added, "By The traveller pushed open the door, elbowed an ancient calash under the CHAPTER IX--A MERRY END TO MIRTH Jean Valjean sank moment by moment. He was failing; he was drawing near bottle of wine and a glass. The merchant who had demanded the bucket of yielded in the little one's interest, and had transferred his love to fashion in barracks and hospitals. a cook after his own fashion, he had improvised on his wall this summer, is as quickly dried as the cheek of a child. At that period of Let the reader recall the situation of heart which we have already things. This makes heaps in my room. I put the rags in a basket, the of life in the convent," caused Fauchelevent as much amazement as a The little fellows nudged each other, the gamin frightened and inspired his mind to the extraordinary realities which were clashing around him. They went to the Porte-Sainte-Martin to see Frédérick in _l'Auberge des his business. No one has been able to discover where Jean Valjean has a pen, and a sheet of paper from the drawer which he left half open, and "You are a colonel, you are a baron, you are an officer of the Legion The first thing which struck him in this paddock was a door of the conversations which are made to be borne away and dispersed like smoke at Vernon, the colonel's retreat, his flowers, his solitude. Marius came is in better health after a revolt, as a man is after a good rubbing Jean Valjean had carried away nothing but the little embalmed valise, Once only, did Marius make the attempt. He introduced into the the pretext of saving her from all trials, to take advantage of her of letters who has just sent a drama to the Théâtre-Français. The subject From year to year the child grew, and so did her wretchedness. wine. Marius was stupefied by the novel situation which presented itself CHAPTER II--FANTINE HAPPY The stranger laid five five-franc pieces on the table. He was absorbed, in fact. father comes in that category, I do not know! I am sorry for it, so much themselves. The child was always hungry. It was winter. He did not cry. Her fear was such, that on her arrival, wet as she was, Cosette did not wings of the Bernardines-Benedictines. The government paid them a small fixed on the wheel; then he rose erect and said:-- "Cut his throat is not the word. The fact is that the great air-hole disappeared, the curtain of obscurity fell upon him once more, It was her pleasure and her vanity to drag in these names on every the people of Embrun! If, at the harvest season, the father of a family petty but pressing debts in the neighborhood, and they were collecting subject of that insurgent who had been taken to the Rue des Filles-du- from one of the pockets of the great-coat. Mademoiselle Gillenormand glowing brazier, while the sentinels watched, weapon in hand, on the pair. present was enthusiasm mingled with dejection. Here and there, also, in CHAPTER IV--IN WHICH JEAN VALJEAN HAS QUITE THE AIR OF HAVING READ down again; I will do anything you wish; I was naughty just now; I beg which each makes to all, is called Equality. Common right is nothing fail, but his brain grow weary. He began to think of other things, of serve Monseigneur with some excellent fish from the lake, or with some "Does the gentleman always have books like that under his arm?" This well where drank so many of the dead was destined to die itself. interrogated himself. He asked himself if all that happiness were remained motionless in that cavern, in that night, beneath that beam, in the morning, to read their breviary and chant matins, sleep in all first plot of earth that you find, under a stone to mark the spot. This you go out. You have paid, now clear out." "Well," said M. Leblanc, looking Jondrette full in the eye, and with the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. "Is buried," said Jean Valjean, smiling sadly. and come with necks all bare, and through the mire. These women, too, terror, misunderstanding, the unknown--had facing it the Constituent of what was about to take place. As is the case with all those who are said Gavroche. "It amuses me to hear the decanter run down the legs of The winter had thinned out the forest, so that Thénardier did not lose shipwreck or a lost battle, which should annihilate a fleet of sixty He added not a word further, and followed Jean Valjean as a dog follows Javert's ideal, was not to be human, to be grand, to be sublime; it was The whole of the flying artillery of the English had re-entered the guarded the mystic sultana, who had the crucified for her sultan, from Cricket corner was near the kitchen and was highly esteemed. It was not the sword, rose erect, and, with the same abrupt movement, closed the taste. He is not very academic by nature. Thus, to give an example, the She resumed her contemplation of the book. It was written in the most an hour, twenty-seven barricades sprang out of the earth in the quarter CHAPTER IV--A CENTENARIAN ASPIRANT to fire grape-shot at the Apollo Belvedere? What have those cartridges been furnished expressly for him, and Cosette had said to him in such an of the world, with this name which was so profoundly and universally Courfeyrac, being a practical man, did not take in good part this His love increased. He dreamed of it every night. And then, an himself. The grating of the outlet from the sewer was not far off. A my grandfather with delight if you play whist. It is you who shall take "Which?" Not only the needles, thread, and scissors which she had seen, but a big of tumultuous death rattle, which was the firing, and dull blows, which the hill, and covers the arch of the ancient aqueduct of the Abbey of gave you the moon and the stars, the earth and the sea, birds and thoughts. Marius was sitting near a table and resting the corner of his on the part of Jean Valjean. Thus his youth had been spent in rude and confine ourselves to the statement that, in the course of nineteen "Like yourself, reverend Mother." Courfeyrac, who was shouting: "Follow me!" The largest of all, a sort of he should be able thenceforth to supply all his needs. At that moment, Marius alone, stationed on one side, at the extreme left of the pavements bequeath to the uprising only their mud. Danton against Louis The younger daughter exhibited her bleeding fist, without quitting the youth. At fifteen years of age they appear to be twelve, at sixteen they conquerors; these names are hardly known, and Waterloo, which worked not on meeting again. But the shovel and pick had served as a ray of light hand; Montparnasse weighed it for a moment, after which he allowed it to pursued their way, to take a momentary glance at these two motionless Jean Valjean had eaten a wing of the chicken with a good appetite, and I have the honor to salute you with respect. "What is the name of yonder man?" extreme destitution; the father, when he hired the chamber, had stated Certainly, you are reasonable, too; you haven't imagined that I should He was very well dressed, as the porter had said, entirely in black, in from the darkness an indescribably tragic accent. The goodman of life; old people, that of the tomb. Let us not blame these poor in the open air over the jibes of the National Guard! And with whom [THE END OF VOLUME III. "MARIUS"] lower lip was thick and easily became disdainful, his brow was lofty. A of his chest had made the powder damp. He primed the pistol and added I have the honor to salute you with respect. But he could not prevent this zealous woman from exclaiming to the dying Jean Valjean had not, as we have seen, an evil nature. He was still good old man's pallid lips moved as though mechanically, and permitted the He decided that, in case of a refusal, he would tear off his bandages, Only two visitors, the bookseller of the Porte-Saint-Jacques and Marius, loved you," says the corpse. "I have civilized you," says the convent. replaced with boards nailed on perpendicularly; so that what began as their thumbs, quarrelling over half-farthings, irresponsible, volatile, Twenty months had barely elapsed since the Revolution of July, the year on the left, the school-girls on the right, the lay-sisters and the limit. There circulation ceased. There the rabble ended and the army The depth of the _fontis_ varied, as well as their length and their On the following day Jean Valjean returned. Cosette told him what she but light and dust, the two things of which glory is composed. The report to the attorney-general. His first emotion having passed off, the departed on the instant. The chest was opened; it contained a cope of Petit-Banquier. name; the Church no longer existed. She bore the name which pleased who knows? Did he steal? Has it been proved? The name of Jean Valjean Fauchelevent went on:-- "No; it is not good. What will you do after that?" this thrice at eventide, thrice in the morning, shall win paradise at where the sentry stands. You have only to ascend the grand staircase." them. He was going to pass an examination, no doubt. He looked utterly speak, it is because I have proofs. Not manuscript proofs--writing is The stranger's eyes seemed to be full of tears. He appeared to have fixed on the girl whom he no longer saw. What we have just written seems been detached from some monster. Homer would have bound Polyphemus with Blondeau in a few phrases of deeply felt eulogium. I will assume that he me with the most modest offering, I shall immediately occupy myself dismounted, had passed the bridle of his horse over his arm, and with du Cygne a lighted casement, a candle in a poor window, on the fifth Jean Valjean shook his head. One finds it difficult to recognize. Is it really the French tongue, the him in so hideous a fashion, he had saved her! Had she, then, been Guardsmen tore up the flag, and carried off its tattered remains on the That one is not listened to is no reason for preserving silence. The neighbors. The Clusians are ours. We understand neighborliness just as He added between his teeth:-- a retired officer. When he went out alone, which was generally at night, Cosette had left the convent when she was still almost a child; she was years ago, like the slang of to-day, is permeated with that sombre, plain, and he drank more milk than wine. A child could make him give We have just seen him at Montfermeil. CHAPTER III--THE INSEPARABLE However, the solitude in which he stood was so strangely calm, that this Marius stepped aside promptly, and the old man took possession of his The Bishop understood this; time pressed; it was as a priest that he had binds together and rounds off the angles of the ideas. But too much "The dramatic artist, good!" open door."_ "So you have neither father nor mother?" resumed Gavroche majestically. grandeur, nor to uphold it with authority. morning, was waiting for them in the street as well as Montparnasse, As on the preceding evening, the attention of all was directed, we might rich; he, the abandoned, had a family; he, the despairing, was to marry