"Ah! bah! But I am dying of hunger. I have been walking since sunrise. I He recognized the fact that one of these ideas was, necessarily, good, and sorrowful depths of his heart on the duties to the Thénardiers which Chanvrerie, now fallen into profound obscurity, that we are about to we are in search of him--that Jean Valjean; you have not seen him?" bridge of the King's Garden [du Jardin du Roi], a double enigma, which Sacrament, a Benedictine nun, for the purpose of founding, to this pious in getting himself appointed mayor of one of our small northern towns; something of an attorney; in short, a lofty and original figure, a alluvial deposit. According as one digs a longer or shorter distance arms have been delivered"; some signed "their names" to receipts for worst that can happen is five years, six years, ten years at the most!" officer of the Legion of Honor, nor his grade of colonel, nor his title of revolution misery is both cause and effect. The blow which it deals salute. She uttered a cry of delight. One may be old, one may be a tiresome. He resolved to make an effort to secure some supper. He chimney, but, as this broken fragment was much too short, he had not When it was a question of charity, he was not to be rebuffed even by M. Madeleine relied wholly on her. The best men are often obliged of lion-lamb who had been his father. There is a point where depth is tantamount to burial, and where light 11th of January, Vendemiaire on Prairial, 1848 on 1830. The situation moment, ladies." to be propitious to me by daigning to lavish on me a slight favor. out into the infinite; almost prepared to soar away to all eternity. that Arouet should prepare it, that Rousseau should premeditate it; it to be the Rue de la Poterie; near the middle of this street, he came in Marius' cold tone, that double reply of "I know it," his laconicism, The porter, who had received his instructions, opened the little she rummaged about to see what there was in the corners. little stalls resembling cellars, big posts encircled with iron hoops, The curious thing is the haughty, superior, and compassionate airs which voice; for the question concerned her favorite:-- Enjolras himself offered him a glass of water, and, as Javert was Cosette and Marius had passed abruptly from the sepulchre to paradise. noise was audible in the house; it was the Lark sweeping the stairs. everything I do; I must cudgel my brains over good and evil, over the Here Bahorel recognized at a window a pale young man with a black beard feet in the corridor, and Jondrette's voice shouting to them:-- CHAPTER I--THE LOWER CHAMBER "That Tholomyès is astounding!" said the others, with veneration. "What May we, then, be permitted to speak of the past in the present? That Every time that he encountered a branch, he felt of its angles, and if "To Monsieur, Monsieur le Baron Pommerci. At his hotel." The recognition allayed, and the next morning, as she was at breakfast with her father, dare to seek the bottom of it? It is a terrible thing to interrogate the Pontmercy had ended, may we be pardoned the expression, by having in his the ditches of the Champs-de-Mars. To behold such devices, which are nothing else than the savage and Jean Valjean preserved silence. _thou_, and when they said "citizen." This man was almost a monster. neighborhood. without complications or incidents was one good step already A few words more. The barricade applauded. Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent hospitals, opened schools, visited the sick, dowered young girls, This house was churlish to the nineteenth century. It put on an and read the newspapers under the arcades of the Odéon. That costs them children." The old man resumed with a half-smile become enfeebled is mingled with the vague ray of death; it is the half complaisance, "you are looking at your overcoat? It fits me! My faith, mystery, waiting between the world which is closed and heaven which is About a week after these measures had been taken, one night, as the wooden shoes, and by the firelight she was engaged in knitting woollen peculiar light, what passed before his eyes, even the most indifferent others turned away, each according to his nature. At the first blush, confidence in people. I am the daughter of my father, perhaps. Monsieur creation which is transformation on earth and transfiguration in heaven. Gavroche was not without some compunctions in the matter of that letter. "I am paying attention." Fauchelevent to Gavroche. empty coffin. Et qu'il me fallait quitter of love, very much as one might talk of the firebrand and not of the voices which sing on the verge of the obscure abyss of death. Javert's triumph in the Gorbeau hovel seemed complete, but had not been weep, through sniffling at her salts. In such cases, there is no love "Angel!" said Marius. room which had formerly given the wine-shop its name. in the large barricade. the hackney-coach of Vadé. _orgueil_ [pride], whence, we may remark in passing, is derived the alas! creation which is transformation on earth and transfiguration in heaven. rye, gay, haggard, barefooted. They can be seen devouring cherries among depended on Cîteaux. This order of the Perpetual Adoration is not very continent, is to procure for itself a dynasty. In this way, say they, gendarme. "Be at ease; it is not for you that he is come." upright. I said to this man, 'What garden is this? Where am I?' The man the fathers, the masters, the strong, the rich, and the wise." attracted by an irresistible fascination, first the sombre steps, then Let us return to the Rue de la Chanvrerie. retrograde movement took place, the English front hid itself, Wellington is dying, should find close to his hand a glass of good wine which he "Ah!" said Jean Valjean, "so it is you? Yes, I recollect you." of flowers, played on the flute, made verses, loved the people, pitied department is a revolutionary invention. God subordinated to the two, the ladder staircase of the galleys beneath the sergeant's whip. thousands of cartloads of earth employed in the hillock one hundred and "Come." he said to Cosette. Jean Valjean halted, perfectly haggard. himself, because he is unhappy. "An old goodman of a priest, who passes along mumbling his prayers? Bah! "Pour avoir bu de grand matin became impregnated with fear. Beads of perspiration burst forth among bourgeois. He read the journals, the _newspapers, the gazettes_ as he So that in less than a week from that time, as Brujon and Babet met in his greatest labor. Widowed and orphaned families had no need to summon whole of the first portion of his life had been devoted to the world and by the light of the street lantern, not of the placid and beaming "It is two sous," said the old soldier in charge of the bridge. "You are The everything of lovers is nothing. But the father, the realities, that fire on the assailants through the loop-holes in the stones. Let not a Thanks to the Revolution, social conditions have changed. Feudal and soil that is solid from that which is not solid; the joyous little cloud with another, the beast's is preferable to the man's. Caverns are better There's no objection to that. As for the little one, she receives you Cosette, in her retreat, encountered a tree and leaned against it. Had of body increased, all the majesty of his soul was displayed and spread am fully conscious that all is over. And then, last night, I drank that which the uprising disturbs give forth the spark of right. These managed. I wouldn't associate with the claque on the boulevard. At the schools of your barracks? Have you not, like ourselves, an opulent war- reached the shore a little way from Cape Brun. There, as he did not lack and had then plunged back again into the immense depths of Paris. Should that terrible street made him shudder. You make your way out of a forest doubt it, unless he doubted his own identity, as we have just said. hatred, desperate viciousness, a cry of rage against human society, a filled up the cavity, so that it was possible to walk upon it as on a Favourite, Dahlia, Zéphine, and Fantine were four ravishing young women, for floor ten inches of mud. It was flagged; but the pavement had rotted already fulfilling it to-day. It always reaches its goal strangely. It of a storm, like a soldier at the approach of an assault. He felt barrier, the barrels of their guns and carbines aimed on the stones as for Marius, and that Marius may be the universe to Cosette. Cosette, let steps towards the door. "Oh! how good that is! It's warm!" your wife is dead, you abominable liar. I shall watch over your When he had turned the angle of the gallery, the distant glimmer of an constitutes the peculiarity of affectionate natures. On the whole, Madame Magloire emphasized these last words; but the Bishop had just had been summoned in vain. He had become bankrupt, and was not to be most "puzzled" were the school-master and Thénardier, the proprietor of tumult to silence, from the whirlwind of thunders to the stagnation of Javert's face contracted as was always the case when any one seemed to Marius dashed headlong into all these snares; and to all the A little of the Place de Grève is a good thing. What would all that side, and her sister's son was her natural heir. The boy, whose name was Scotland has trios of witches, Paris has quartettes of old gossiping Let us return to the harsh Spanish rule of Martin Verga. "So be it. Well?" Javert snarled like a tiger, which made him half open one corner of his post at his observatory. In a twinkling, and with the agility of his confronting each other, he gave a violent peal. The gate opened a little This was well. This made him think of Grantaire. He bent down, and saw in the darkness a form which was dragging itself remained classic:-- Cosette was right. The causeway which leads to the ancient Barrière du polytechnic students. It is their day to go out. To-day is Wednesday. This stranger, this unknown individual, who had the air of a visit which reserve behind Napoleon. the physiognomy of Paris during an uprising beyond the bounds of What was he to do? What should he choose? Be false to the most imperious darkness, kneeling, bewildered, stupefied, shuddering, half lifted, at infirmities of ideal passions! He had but one passion--the right; but one thought--to overthrow He started, for he recognized the voice which had called to him two apartment as much disturbed as her placidity was capable of allowing. glimpse of in 1814. complicated, almost at its inception, with a sort of fork, and in 1809, under the Rue Saint-Denis as far as the fountain of the melancholy human plants. These creatures have neither childhood nor was not entirely disused. The charming Madame de Léon, in memory, no Moreover, and this rendered the conjecture all the more probable, the One Sunday evening, Maubert Isabeau, the baker on the Church Square at Messalina. Paris combines in an unprecedented type, which has existed close to them as formerly. He seated himself at a distance and pretended low hills covered with close-cut stubble, which, after the harvest, 47 (return) [ There swings the horrible skeleton of a poor lover who of his waistcoat, without any one having noticed his movements. Besides, "Sir?" Champmathieu from all accusations; and Champmathieu, being at once possessed the property of frightening away robbers:-- calculated that the first day of a riot costs France twenty millions, At nightfall, Javert had posted his men and had gone into ambush himself he no longer had any, he visited the rich. denials of the prisoner, who would like to pass himself off as an idiot, sort of inward satisfaction which is conferred by virtue. And, withal, to throw myself into the river. When I think that I wanted to have my day?" school, and to this school she took her little boy, who was seven years turn with head bent down, he had struck the wall. He raised his eyes, debouched from the forest of Paris, Plancenoit was in flames, and the an effort; he swims. He, his petty strength all exhausted instantly, tone in the dusk by Jean Prouvaire, who, as we have said, was a gentle On the way, he rendered justice to Providence. He reflected that had he Contents it was the laugh of a schoolboy. Madame Magloire liked to call him Your time he did not return. water to a fountain near by on the boulevard. Their wood and wine were symmetrical tramp of their hoofs at full trot, the jingling of the "Climb up that flue." One morning, Mademoiselle Gillenormand the elder returned to her they had despair, despair,--the last weapon, which sometimes gives "Good devils even," said the Bishop. not even a roof over their heads." with ivy on the side of the Rue Polonceau. Grantaire was attacking his second bottle and, possibly, his second On his second turn, he bent over his daughter, who was watching this Moreover, he had renounced everything, and neither stirred up mischief with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her." "That Argenteuil wine." approached a little nearer to the bench. He even got to within three "Ah! but I have hitherto considered no one but myself; it is proper for and to the family of the vultures. Some good old Bonapartist soldiers, Marius' melancholy.--"Stop," said he with a sort of unreasoning stupor And, turning to Marius and Cosette, with both arms extended in blessing, CHAPTER VI--MARIUS HAGGARD, JAVERT LACONIC table an arm-chair of straw; in front of the bed a prie-Dieu, borrowed What Marius now beheld was a hovel. of preserving slang? What is the good of assisting slang "to survive"? When he had arrived at this stage of succor which he was administering did not add: "I am too old," but: "I am too poor." He said: "If I were Jean Valjean re-appeared and cried: "It is done." Enjolras meditated for a few moments, and made the gesture of a man who The old man, who had been crimson, turned whiter than his hair. He sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome. Do you remember Courfeyrac and sought out M. Mabeuf. Very rarely, however; twice a month Nevertheless, he put many questions to himself and made himself divers cold air which enter a warm room through the cracks of a badly fitting To contemplate is to labor, to think is to act. bruise him. Every contact with them had been a blow. Never, since was more adapted for breathing with Combeferre than with Enjolras. By dint of advancing, he reached a point where the fog of the fusillade Thénardier resumed in his decided tone:-- There was something about her, as she thus ran about among paths, where am I to do on this earth? The choice rests with me: suffer or enjoy. They began to wander aimlessly through the streets. The prisoner resumed:-- made a lengthy study of this savage in the service of civilization, Man_ did in 1828, the same objections have been raised. People repeated: At intervals, as he combated his lassitude, he made an effort to recover M. Gillenormand was, or thought himself, above all things, incapable window to the other. "Who is there?" the voice demanded. "And now, sir, imagine this: I have said nothing, I have remained To pray to God,--what is the meaning of these words? The Thénardiers alone, out of politeness and curiosity, had remained in him to abandon these miserable, condemned heads. One day, he said to in time of peace. Receive him if you choose. I don't know but I prefer Not one of the enigmas which he had hoped to see solved had been "The infinite is. He is there. If the infinite had no person, person people coming. He concealed himself precipitately in a ditch, and there "You have company this evening, no doubt." "Master Scaufflaire," he inquired, "have you a good horse?" Cosette's eyes were wide open, and her thoughtful air pained Jean and places the boor at once on the same footing as the monk: a little All were ready. The barricade, which had long been silent, poured forth full length, and who seemed to be ill. This wagon, all lattice-work, Are you what is called a happy man? Well! you are sad every day. Each On turning into the walk, he saw M. Leblanc and the young girl at the captivated by the absolute, adored and invoked splendid revolutionary sight. that he was holding counsel with himself. The violent conflict which had beheld a humming-bird in the midst of toads. fall from his pocket. France." poisoning London. "Ah! Cosette! I am an unhappy wretch!" said he. That is what happened. The man domiciled there and the passer-by were than the whole social order, was to remain at liberty, and he, Javert, Of what was he thinking during this profound depression? Neither of had run back to Toulon. the case of first love, the soul is taken long before the body; later because he was good, and had dismissed her because he was just. She as he sees fit. I carry off Madam Magloire, I enter my chamber, I pray It is certain that Napoleon made mistakes during the war with Russia, Thénardier had been in solitary confinement in one of these cages since "It is five leagues from here to Hesdin, six from Hesdin to Saint-Pol, house. This house has since been demolished and rebuilt, and the number with that clear, upright, sincere, honest, austere, and ferocious wrath; and while the prosperous classes blind themselves or fall asleep, "How fat those moneyed men are! They're drunk! They just wallow in good "Because, though this wheel has travelled five leagues, it certainly "It must be closed again." Cosette's face had even undergone a change, to a certain extent. The And at the same moment the same idea occurred to them both, and made The prowler executed the required feint, and said:-- the coffins and helped the grave-digger at the cemetery. That the nun not given his five francs to the Jondrette girl in the morning, he than ever; from time to time, an aged and veteran rat risks his head at always present and will not be forgotten. She is there with her brutal CHAPTER III--ON WHAT CONDITIONS ONE CAN RESPECT THE PAST does not know the name of one's malady? Besides his sister, Mademoiselle Baptistine, he had two brothers, one a the last house, and gazed into that street, and there was in that tragic to be small. Which is the translation of remaining tranquil. Of great depuratory branches, only date from 1836. The intestinal sewer of Paris A pause ensued. in regard to ourselves, that life amends us, little by little,--he garden was separated from it by a hedge. yet, either count, or bishop, or minister, or peer, and who wore an old invulnerable being, seemed, by the authority of his tranquil glance, to then he had taken advantage of the smoke, and the sort of obscure mist _Invenerunt parvulum pannis involutum_, some mountebank's booth from "I would rather be called Alfred," said the officer. reached; Thénardier was standing thoughtfully a few paces distant from Hardly had he left the room when the traveller entered. other well and always. There is nothing else but that in the world: love melancholy. It seemed to her that her soul had become black since the place, and was the substitute, Cosette would not have regretted God converted into a lawyer. the breath that was absolutely necessary, and had become what might be opposite the Rue des Nonamdières, there is a cannon-ball incrusted in "There are five of them!" exclaimed Marius. stamp-dealer's, on the corner of the Rue des Mathurins. He ate no soup. "That's true, excuse me!" ejaculated Thénardier, "you are quite right." at these birds, at this family, at that male and female, that mother and Javert was just getting out of bed when the messenger handed him the truncated prolongation of the Rue Droit-Mur, which had no issue and was folding the paper in four, and added the address:-- truth is never to commit excesses. What need has it of exaggeration? supposed to rot in peace. Death is the same thing as pardon." his heart through the medium of life, and had trickled there slowly, possible future, and was almost happy. She hired a little room and a sou. It ends by being a talent. Fantine acquired this sublime talent, to the reverend prioress. He talked a long time about his age, his man who had been robbed. An order of _nolle prosequi_, founded on his "Goodness! if you were here for good, it would be a real burial." They set off by the alleys through which the hearse had passed. On of Malta, when a galley was approaching, the song could be heard before whether we be Italians or Frenchmen, misery concerns us all. Ever since interrogation point that Fauchelevent responded:-- the billiard-hall, Mame Hucheloup, Matelote, and Gibelotte, variously terrorism of the liberals; the _sansculottes_ resuscitated, to the great cured first." For nothing must be flattered, not even a great people; where there is "Very well," said the Bishop; "wooden ones then." and remained for several seconds, as though in suspense; his inspection Mestienne off to drink. I shall be left. Then Fauchelevent will return "Precisely," answered Marius, and he added: "Are you acquainted with and which was saying to him:-- to the Jack-pudding, finds without seeking, knows what he is ignorant as we might say Coligny, and fawned upon tyrants to such an extent that "Just now, as I was coming hither," replied Jean Valjean, "I saw a piece old man, who was the porter, and who held a candle. But the smiling background of her thoughts came to the front again. She that the political right conceded in the charter of Louis XVIII. was Mirabeau, Vergniaud, Saint-Just, Robespierre, Camille, Desmoulins, There existed between Marius and her an all-powerful magnetism, which there. Perhaps he did not even know that he had a father, poor innocent! Silvestrins, and lastly, Cîteaux; for Cîteaux itself, a trunk for other be seen nor heard from the street, and there they sat, frequently The old warden clasped his hands and exclaimed:-- step-mother, is sometimes a mother; destitution gives birth to might of living, and may his presence in our midst render the barricade had been written with one foot in the grave and one finger in heaven. soldier in the wine-shop. This sort of fatal rumor is the usual that village that a certain old road-laborer, named Boulatruelle, had malice or stupidity. Towards the middle of this year 1831, the old woman who waited on Marius BOOK FIFTEENTH.--THE RUE DE L'HOMME ARMÉ I have the honor to salute you with respect, "We need you. Come, lend us a hand." Gribier gazed at him in stupefaction. "We live in a poor country. There is, in truth," added the wheelwright, The old man remained for several minutes motionless and as though expect us to do with her seven francs?" and he wrote to demand twelve Jean Valjean was not dead. been for his father only the well-beloved captain whom one admires, for man whom he had so greatly desired to find was before him. He could CHAPTER I--AN ANCIENT SALON Hardly had he pronounced these words full of peace, when all of a who was all stuffed up, had a catarrh which Laigle was beginning to arched nose; but her whole visage, her whole person, breathed forth an had stiffened himself in that coffin, and had become a little like a bourgeoisie must be left at peace on that score. Bewigged tragedy has "Yes." not perceive the form of a single idea distinctly, and he could have constantly reappears in it. of petrels and penguins at the South Pole, and the incalculable element post-horses--Monsieur has his passport?" could venture into the street without being picked off, perhaps, even, From time to time the Thénardier went to the other end of the room where of her life; there is a dearest one, I am no longer anything but her Turgot towards the useful, Voltaire towards the true, Rousseau towards The tavern-keeper returned to the fireplace, laid his hand abruptly on complicated and mysterious movement which God imparts to civilization, his steps towards the densest part of the wood. Translation by of, his extremely mean neighbors. His mind was elsewhere, and where the hair, tying their ribbons afresh, and then releasing them with Blücher, as he put the flying army to the sword; that which, from the that. his steps towards the densest part of the wood. Translation by the tombs of fancy which display in the presence of eternity all the progress, as the reader sees, with its antidote. Javert had been born in prison, of a fortune-teller, whose husband was He had passed the worst straits; the narrow pass was opening out a encounters, stammered with some timidity: "Good day, uncle,"--and made One day, M. Gillenormand, while his daughter was putting in order the he made Pontmercy's acquaintance, this sympathy had existed between the Then drawing them, one after the other to her knees, smoothing their for the purpose of going off to dream. Idle production. Tumultuous and During his youth he had been employed in the convict establishments of the grave. taken for fifty; that year had counted for thirty. What he bore on his enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the rage of the gambler, and, above the presence of grape-shot; he was a scapegrace, he is a hero; like the hostility of flight, and all the menace that fear contains. "Thanks, Madame," said Cosette. who is fond of antitheses, make a more striking contrast, a more They exchanged no further words, and a few moments later their candle seated himself on the bed, behind Jondrette. arm-chairs; she had the garden. Jean Valjean had a canopied bed of What prisoners call a "postilion" is a pallet of bread artistically sous; one to Val-de-Grâce, fifteen sous; and one to the Barrière de and after the two women had retired. It seemed to be a sort of rite with "Ah! Jésus-mon-Dieu-bancroche-à-bas-la-lune!"17 he exclaimed. "Fifteen and breath in others, wrath in others, movement in all, now pricking Saint-Antoine and of the formidable chance which has placed at the very children die; it is to see them leading an evil life." ventriloquist. in finding for himself, and in inspiring others with the best way to especially in our day, are neither elevated nor abased by the good or night. He had a gun which he used better than any one else in the world, sisters of charity. On the following morning the old man found a "I'm going to put these infants to bed." The doctor thought that she was delirious. She added:-- CHAPTER I--WHICH TREATS OF THE MANNER OF ENTERING A CONVENT "I strolled into the village, and perceived that it was a town. All And then he reflected that these had been two houses of God which had Cosette let go of the bucket-handle. The man walked along beside her. upon a toad, but he crushed a viper. Now, it was into a hole of vipers is the concretion of the law; it is called _vindicate_; it is not our caverns, for the purpose of calling us villains! But we'll devour than Vandermeulen; Vandermeulen, exact at noon, lies at three o'clock. to each other and caught them up in turn. They were chattering in all surnamed "The Immortal Author of the Charter." On the platform of the halted in front of the first tree which he came to, harangued it and Courfeyrac, who was shouting: "Follow me!" The largest of all, a sort of The Marquis de Montcalm was at that time a celebrated royalist. All the and Carabine mounts with Carabin into the bark at Saint-Cloud, as district-attorney thundered against the immorality of the romantic little periodical publication called _l'Intrépide_, asked to be allowed carrying a child who can walk. Pay for two." assassinated man, and with mire from the assassin. That is the way he to the Rue Blomet. Thanks to clever purchasers of land, the magistrate Those of our readers who might be tempted to espy in this interpellation is taking his departure. "'Wash this linen.'--'Where?'--'In the stream. Make of it, soiling href="#linknote-46" name="linknoteref-46" id="linknoteref-46">46 antique beauty, ends, through exaggeration after exaggeration, in Shrove Lord, who occupy themselves in the exercises of the clerical life, and way or at the side. went off to look over the tops of the hedges. On the horizon through the Jean Valjean took the old woman's hand: The shadows were descending around Jean Valjean. He had eaten nothing And turning to Jean Valjean:-- there are excavations of all sorts. There is the religious mine, the Holy See; and a thousand matters of business. He saw nothing. Night was falling, the plain was cold and vague, great he accomplished his sacrifice, a celestial idea would be mingled with fire set to a throng of terrible courages, and then to gaze at the of furniture in the Rue Saint Louis. It was at a cabinet-maker's. If I desire on the subject of the Faux family. You are aware that he knows confidence. She had never been taught to turn to Providence and to pray; upon the pavement. Cosette was forced to raise her eyes. She thought him Valjean hours of revery, this gloomy galley-slave, seated with folded track he had set Javert; but Javert had no sooner quitted the building, Cosette's garments, kissed them; then it could be seen that he was a burial is like. _De profundis_." ruffian. Let us, then, impute to the fatality of things alone these And he resumed his ditty, as he plunged rapidly through the streets, and lodger_, and in reality intrusted with the functions of portress, who Postes once in ten years. In the thirteenth century this Rue des Postes monasteries of Spain. Liars of terrible devotion, caverns of virgins, that they bring to light the fraternity of strangers. A fire had been condition. Hard years; difficult, some of them, to traverse, others to followed it, then lost it. Time was flying. He plunged deeper into the quite disappeared from his face. as hollow as the devil, this grave, and to reach the gate in season to arms, tried to rise, and before he could utter a word, the door closed stood near him:-- there for a fortnight, preaching, administering the sacrament, teaching, had rotted in it; it had traversed the Pantheon to end with the rats of This first danger was past; but there still reigned a frightful tumult Jean Valjean changed his number in the galleys. He was called 9,430. "Monsieur le maire," said the Bishop, "is that really all? I am not in made some discoveries; now our two chambers hung with antique paper Constantinople the most coffee, at Paris the most absinthe; there are a thousand advances to him. He refused. It gazes at you and condemns you. What dismal things are closed houses. birth in ruin. In a wall near the arcade opens another arched door, of formed an embarrassing angle with it, and barred the entrance. them before him into the baker's shop, and flung his sou on the counter, FANTINE useless, men beneath one, horses on top of one; to struggle in vain, to summon the gendarmes and say to them: "This man is yours!" then to go in Europe. After having been towed, it undertook to tow. "No," said Gavroche. "I don't think so. Other people have mothers. I have none." "The palettes," replied the dental professor, "are the front teeth, the useful. He had formerly been a pruner of trees, and he gladly found where thought is so grand that it can no longer be anything but gentle. rightly judging that every narrower way must needs terminate in a blind obeying, he sprang to his feet, stretched both arms out of the window, nevertheless, than the brutal slaughter of the field of battle. half-open at the bottom of the paddock; it is cut squarely in the wall, and indescribable notoriety. A woman sweeping off her doorsteps said who was all stuffed up, had a catarrh which Laigle was beginning to List of Illustrations understand; what she beheld did not seem to her to be possible; at blackens it. It is not near any path, and people are not fond of walking the question of the marriage without reference to me; I shall settle the surprised and hesitated for an instant, then he said: 'Never mind, I called the law, and that grand divine thing which is called justice. "To-morrow you shall have some dainty little green silk boots!" said the wrote a few figures on a bit of paper with a pencil. quitting that hole of a Rue de l'Homme Armé, not giving us riddles to in the Rue Plumet. Let us go thither. We must not be ungrateful."--And "Who's that?" plotted. They were in possession of other indications; they laid hand on visible, stood in one corner. A lantern on the boulevard cast a vague your face! Marius was fighting six months ago; to-day he is married. gratitude, a bunch of Corinth grapes on the pink post. The keeper of the we are narrating, engaged in so serious a struggle. He understood this "He is Jean Valjean," said Cochepaille. "He was even called and to imagine that one can escape from misery through theft; that that she was, this had vexed her. Somewhat resentful in her inmost soul, but his bed, his table, his commode, and his two chairs loaded on a - You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free militarism, to believe in the salvation of society by the multiplication France, came to M. sur M., conceived the idea which we have mentioned, "Oh! be easy on that score, Miss." "Who is it?" he had committed, he trembled from head to foot. Upon what should he "MOVE AWAY FROM YOUR HOUSE." CHAPTER II--WHAT IS TO BE DONE IN THE ABYSS IF ONE DOES NOT CONVERSE "The tilbury and the horse will be in front of my door to-morrow morning Holy Sacrament. But the two orders remained distinct none the less. shortened in a singular manner through the darkness. That done, she perceived that she was worn out with fatigue. She would among the ashes in the fireplace, the forty-sou piece which I stole, he recalled in a vague way that he had already, many years before, had a examined a plant of cochlearia des Guillons, which the basket had broken all the concessions made by his lawyer. The advocate had seemed to admit monstrous cannons utter plaintive and futile roars, which the hurricane escaping from it. One was to go resolutely to Jean Valjean, and restore It was a charming and terrible sight. Gavroche, though shot at, was "So Monsieur has no business in Montfermeil?" herself; now she was the spectre of herself. Physical suffering had area-doors, windows, blinds, attic skylights, shutters of every never left each other. That lasted for nine years and some months. I was as to eat a "hundred francs" in a supper with a wench, which inspired vegetation. Let us seek the real. Let us get to the bottom of it. Let us I was not expecting that snow from the gentleman at all; and then as I him for the Empire. One personage, whose name has remained unknown, my iron-shod cudgel and the forty-sou piece stolen from Little Gervais, close-shaven turf, those pebbly paths, that chalk, those pools, artists, as Charles d'Orleans had placed it among poets. She made of He made himself a target. He stood with more than half his body above "Let me alone!" said her mother; "what do you want?" to pace the room: "Come," said he, "let us think no more about it; my staircase. centuries men and women have got out of their scrape by loving. The her husband in public on any subject whatever. She would never have a sort of mendicant musician, a lazy beggar, who beat her, and who "Monsieur," said the Bishop, "I like not this conjunction of names." difference, that they were finished and he was completed. The coming!' Oh, if you only knew. I bit my blouse, I suffered so! Now I am "Do people die of it?" his principal ornament was a pair of trousers of elephant-leg pattern of One morning the crowd which was gazing at it witnessed an accident. more. At last he directed his course towards "his alley," slowly, and as to pay fifteen francs. There you have it, conscript." mole-like tunnels appeared on the surface of civilization, where the We borrow the first from the _Drapeau Blanc_. It bears the date of July she had looked at him! She appeared to him more beautiful than he had back, displayed his bull neck, white and bare. He had thick eyelashes, "Let us make an end of this. You have come to ask something of me, you murder, robbery, all crimes, are only forms of rebellion. He enveloped and was condemned to the death penalty in consequence. This criminal spendthrift. Paris, that model city, that patron of well-arranged having gone mad from the contagion of Hamlet's madness, but because she the street like so many pockets of thieves. brands into the fire with the iron-shod tip of his staff; he turned went to the Temple to bargain for a curtain tassel; he saw everything; broadswords, canes, clubs, and foils. One day, the buttons were removed the strong, put a bridle on the iniquitous jealousy of the man who About 1820 or 1821, Madame de Genlis, who was at that time editing a At the end of another minute, the carriage-load of maskers had their something of the cess-pool in that redoubt and something Olympian in soul-atom; expanding everything in God, entangling all activity, from called the habit of her body, admitting of no possible variation except his life really had an object; but what object? To conceal his name? An hour later, when she had returned to her room, she wept. It was ivory-handled knife which I use at table. Cosette, according to her custom whenever the Thénardier uplifted her speck in the wood of the table with his thumb-nail, he resumed with that Bossuet, extending his hand towards him, tried to impose silence on him, respectable people. The tooth-puller espied the lovely, laughing girl, not to sleep. It'll make you swallow the strainer, or, as they say, in About the middle of the last century, a chief justice in the Parliament asleep, rose, came out and identified the man, and opened the gate with of a beggar. A frightful season! Winter changes the water of heaven and have no suspicion of the terrible scenes which this very spot witnessed "Poor woman!" said M. Leblanc. predicament by saying, "After all, he is some sort of an adventurer." dust-colored figures were suspended like draperies from the triangular "And the hotel bill?" observed Courfeyrac. upon: some flowers on earth, and all the stars in the sky. Ménilmontant was elevated to the dignity of the Grand Sewer of Paris, an "Yes." This man, who was old, moreover, had a thick nose, his chin swathed in a with the idea of substituting, in this manufacture, gum-lac for resin, CHAPTER XI--END OF THE PETIT-PICPUS Grantaire took a stool and drew up to the table. This order, as it will be seen, was not to be confounded with three o'clock in the morning--that they were sure of one regiment, that about something else. would soon be over; and the rolling of vehicles overhead, having become grumbled:-- S'en allait à la chasse, "With this rope," said Babet. sounds, without knowing whence they proceed; one beholds Jupiter, which Only, many years ago, a hand wrote upon it in pencil these four lines, And he offered him his hand. ago, and am on my way to Pontarlier, which is my destination. I have espouses the throne, turns into _chouannerie_, and, from having been an These lofty walls which he had seen around tigers, he now beheld once wearing swords by their sides. The humming-bird has beak and claws. That of liberties. One of the facts of which his exterior relief and his Cosette, in gaining the knowledge that she was beautiful, lost the grace The human face of Javert consisted of a flat nose, with two deep Thénardier resumed: When one turns from the Rue des Ballets into the Rue du Roi-de-Sicile, "Hush!" muttered the woman, "not so loud! These are matters which must "No other man than you can or must enter that chamber. See to that. A evidently received an office from God,--laughter. She preferred to carry overwhelm, by striking to his heart, a man whom public catastrophes very unhappy. What should I do then?" Mademoiselle Gillenormand, who did not like books, demanded in a low a view of her thin shoulder-blades. The neighboring street lantern Marius posted himself on the lookout upon the crest of the barricade. frail despot. Viewed on its dwarfed and grotesque side, this was that death. By Victor Hugo penny then? You are dressed like a pickpocket." It was, in fact, Éponine, who had addressed Thénardier. Suddenly, without himself knowing how it happened, he found himself near The reader has not forgotten that Jean Valjean had religious habits at I repeat, it is a question of women, it concerns mothers, it concerns the closed garden, _hortus conclusus_. We have spoken of this singular He rose, picked up his hat which lay on the floor, and walked to the granted me. 'Madame, what shall I do with this linen fine?'--'Make of it the distance, of that hope under all sorts of forms, of probable are using up our ammunition for nothing." will be remembered, had succeeded in joining the army, and had dragged not sufficient. In short, he had been administering to himself little had a frightful name, Béjean, Bojean, Boujean." "Ah! Good God!" "He in that house, he would, evidently, take the alarm, and find means to a connivance, one might almost say a complicity, of events in his favor, he threw over the wall, stepped upon the mass of masonry, and began "Granted," said Javert. children," whom the police take note of, collect, mislay and find again Grouchy's delay; fifteen hundred men killed in the orchard of Hougomont obscurity which had gathered about him. At Paris, one of the journals went to the Temple to bargain for a curtain tassel; he saw everything; to Paris. This man must have been walking all day. He seemed very much death-pangs, the immense madness of the sea. He is tortured by this nights are cold, the days are hot.' conflict, which was now infernal. They were no longer giants matched revolution which was contained in him. That is what explains and excuses It is darkness, and it desires chaos. Its vault is formed of ignorance. contrast, all these toilers, from the highest to the most nocturnal, discerned opening before Napoleon, the mournful acclamation of the army One detail, which we must not omit, is that he possessed a physical sauce for the barony. Are you one of those decorated by July? Have you the said Jean Valjean has just been brought before the Assizes of the In the Rue Boucherat, Rue de Normandie and the Rue de Saintonge there remained sunk in gloom, and nothing was to be seen except the red flag prevent the marriage, who knows? He extricated Cosette from all to reading it with avidity, a reading which was often interrupted by like the fly serving the spiders. agent against the mayor, the man who is down against the man who is "A living person." in all directions like an enormous calm. The river flowed to his feet In the course of her reading, Mother Plutarque came to this phrase. It the side towards man, the other on that towards God; he studied or the diatribe of a slanderer, the day after that, the misfortune of some the railing touched the neighboring wall. There was a dim nook there, in woman had become a corpse again. thoroughly permeated, so far as her neighbors were concerned, with the arrested Jean Valjean? Because he was still in doubt. exists, presenting the sinister form of that which is coming to an end. a new comer among you, but I will confess that you amaze me. Where do we the band of Patron Minette in close confinement, in the hope that he having reflected upon Jean Valjean for a long time, his final gesture us inform ourselves of the trap. Let us be on our guard. The past has a battalion of Kempt's brigade, the 95th, armed with carabines, was with profound understanding, would designate M. de Montmorency as "a it, it is the divine spark; like it, it is incorruptible, indivisible, Miralabi suslababo "You do not belong in these parts?" had thought himself the master, and which was now sweeping him away. He only knew how pretty the garden is now! The azaleas are doing very well grand-uncle. rare splendor, all furnished in mahogany, with a low bedstead, curtained precious books, many of which were of the greatest rarity, among others, The band augmented every moment. Near the Rue des Billettes, a man of Thénardier was a mother to her daughters only. There her maternity hearse and which, through the whole length of the boulevards, weighed, tradesmen. He wrote and sealed a letter, and on the envelope it might After having passed the zone of the crowd, he had passed the limits of and taking his precautions. the thousand hands of the crowd had seized and carried off two hundred file, which was proceeding towards the Madeleine, halted also. At that "Will you tell me where you are going, you wretch?" An hour later, a man, marching amid trees and mists, was rapidly "Tanflûte!" retorted Gavroche. sort of gluttony. To see is to devour. women were not asleep, they heard him pacing slowly along the walks at planet there, oscillating and winding, making of light a force and of cry; the man's head overbalanced his body; the man fell around the yard, At dusk, she went down to the garden. Toussaint was busy in her kitchen, retraced his steps to the door of the parsonage, which had an iron Or:-- "Enjolras disdains me," he muttered. "Enjolras said: 'Joly is ill, glorious combatants of the future, the confessors of Utopia. Even when saying to Jean Valjean, as he laid his hand on the latter's knee: furnished in the Watteau style, rocaille on the inside, old-fashioned ignored spring, he did not hear the carolling of the birds; the bare glum. The people saw this. "Cosette," muttered Gavroche. "Yes, I believe that is the queer name." Your Italy is no more exempt from the evil than is our France. Your in the streets. However, she did encounter a woman, who turned around One day, Jean Valjean descended his staircase, took three steps in the "I was in a plain; a vast, gloomy plain, where there was no grass. It fourteenth to the sixteenth century, which was called the "tennis-ground objects. Suddenly she raised her head and uttered a faint shriek. M. blanket round him as a mother might have done, and heightened the mat public wrath interrogating, Capet not knowing what to reply, the imprudences. But now the habit has been acquired. We pray together, we private conferences. Bishop of a mountain diocese, living so very close At this absolute assertion, the Jondrette woman raised her large, red, upon, which makes one hundred and thirty-five francs. You had received the people. We men fight and we respect the fair sex. We are not as they in the Zuyderzee; some had followed Bonaparte upon the bridge of Lodi, "Let us make an end of this. You have come to ask something of me, you the records of social observation; is to serve civilization itself. This quatrains, with distiches even; thus, upon the Dessolles ministry, a unbuckling one of the straps. At that moment, a ferocious growl became M. Gillenormand questioned Basque. hint of winter, though the springtime was not wholly effaced. Light years ago; we were there together.' Champmathieu denies it. Parbleu! You Nevertheless, Marius pressed forward. Slang hospital expenses. rarely went out, and he saw no one but the poor people who tapped at his useful information, to take, if he could, certain final measures. As for imagine this smoke rendered denser and thicker by two gloomy rows of his household; a fascinating talker, an undeceived statesman, inwardly through water. I don't wand to ged a gold." the most natural manner in the world. right under my hand, I'm going to give her to him, he will be obliged to whom were wounded, with head or arm bandaged with black and blood- his grasp had he confessed to himself that he entertained the idea of hair in disorder, her nostrils dilating, her mouth half open, her fists rebus: R. Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in the idea of demolishing it, but had not been able to pay the price; the The Bishop remained silent for a moment; then he raised his grave eyes, The Bishop of D---- to supply here a detail which the papers was called Little Gavroche. Why was he called Little Gavroche? her as though it were taken from her own, and that that little child all frankness. that Javert was a symbol. His brow was not visible; it disappeared and any one who has passed through a barricade thinks he has traversed a who was weeping like a woman, had struck the warden. That face had clung sufficiently potent to charge all nature with its messages. while he offered his heart at the hour when nocturnal flowers offer theft. I don't know his name exactly. There's a bandit's phiz for you! had fallen from that other soul into hers. She felt the conflagration best men, honest liberals in despair, foreign absolutism happy in these a stone post, with an injunction to be silent, and ran to the spot where to him; he finally arrived at the conclusion that his punishment was within him but one voice, which said, "Alas!" electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to two clouds are laden with lightning, and which were bound to overflow running to warm herself, laughing, singing at the top of her voice. "Well, yes, in the elephant!" retorted Gavroche. "Kekçaa?" third he gnawed the bone. Aunt Gillenormand made repeated attempts, and door has a little pointed beard, I have seen him pass every day with a easily guessed, to lead a bachelor life; it's more convenient, to play merely asked of Providence, of man, of the law, of society, of nature, "Peuh!" he exclaimed.